Wednesday 1.29 - Damage
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theblackcrossYohji thought that this whole ‘assassin’ thing had pretty much put him through the wringer. He thought he’d seen everything, done everything, he really couldn’t fall any lower, could he? Well, it could get worse. One of them had yet to die. And really, that was just a ticking time bomb; he was going to have to deal with it sooner or later.
Although maybe not, he’d always rather counted on being the one who went down first. It seemed fucking likely. And his odds just kept increasing.
Anyway, baring their untimely deaths, Yohji thought he was already as broken as he was going to get.
It never occurred to him that he might get tortured.
Although why not, he couldn’t say. It wasn’t hitting him as too big of a shock. He just lacked foresight.
Shit, do you ever.
He wasn’t sure if he was glad for the force-fed pain killers, or if he should curse them. They’d dulled it a little. Not nearly enough, he hurt like a motherfucker, but they muffled the searing jolts caused by Crawford’s prodding just enough to keep him conscious. Yohji was pretty sure that without them he would have blacked out. Or had a heart attack from stress. He suspected that he might have preferred the heightened sensation were the tradeoff that kind of escape. He wanted nothing more in the world just now than to be able to simply turn his mind off.
He hadn’t responded to Crawford’s questions. Not for strength of willpower or anything, he just had no answers. And it was rather obvious which questions the man actually deemed important, and which ones where just part of the torture routine.
Knowing their intent hardly decreased efficiency though.
"So, does Bombay always keep you so thoroughly in the dark?” he’d demanded, “I am not sure I would want to work with a team I didn't trust."
Better than a team with someone like you on it.
…
Omi didn’t know what was on the disk EITHER right? No, he didn’t. He would have told us. We trust one another.
…right?
Crawford kept talking, seemingly indifferent to whether he generated actual information, or only pain. “Would they die for you, Kudoh?"
The question burned. He didn’t know the answer.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
I would die for them. So I guess it all works out. Because I think I’m about to.
With that the cruel man abruptly took his leave and for a moment Yohji was alone, before the young one reappeared.
I think I actually prefer the psychopaths.
Not to get himself wrong, they ALL fucking terrified him. It was just that he decided that he hated Crawford the most.
Nagi was quietly hovering. The kid so far did not seem that bad, probably a trick. None the less, he couldn’t help being reminded of a carrion bird on a death watch.
The companionship was hardly reassuring.
Even watching Asuka die…lying in a pool of blood…a deserted alleyway…counting the seconds before life slipped away from him too….he had felt less alone then.
Maybe when the telepath came back he’d bring his gun.
Although maybe not, he’d always rather counted on being the one who went down first. It seemed fucking likely. And his odds just kept increasing.
Anyway, baring their untimely deaths, Yohji thought he was already as broken as he was going to get.
It never occurred to him that he might get tortured.
Although why not, he couldn’t say. It wasn’t hitting him as too big of a shock. He just lacked foresight.
Shit, do you ever.
He wasn’t sure if he was glad for the force-fed pain killers, or if he should curse them. They’d dulled it a little. Not nearly enough, he hurt like a motherfucker, but they muffled the searing jolts caused by Crawford’s prodding just enough to keep him conscious. Yohji was pretty sure that without them he would have blacked out. Or had a heart attack from stress. He suspected that he might have preferred the heightened sensation were the tradeoff that kind of escape. He wanted nothing more in the world just now than to be able to simply turn his mind off.
He hadn’t responded to Crawford’s questions. Not for strength of willpower or anything, he just had no answers. And it was rather obvious which questions the man actually deemed important, and which ones where just part of the torture routine.
Knowing their intent hardly decreased efficiency though.
"So, does Bombay always keep you so thoroughly in the dark?” he’d demanded, “I am not sure I would want to work with a team I didn't trust."
Better than a team with someone like you on it.
…
Omi didn’t know what was on the disk EITHER right? No, he didn’t. He would have told us. We trust one another.
…right?
Crawford kept talking, seemingly indifferent to whether he generated actual information, or only pain. “Would they die for you, Kudoh?"
The question burned. He didn’t know the answer.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
I would die for them. So I guess it all works out. Because I think I’m about to.
With that the cruel man abruptly took his leave and for a moment Yohji was alone, before the young one reappeared.
I think I actually prefer the psychopaths.
Not to get himself wrong, they ALL fucking terrified him. It was just that he decided that he hated Crawford the most.
Nagi was quietly hovering. The kid so far did not seem that bad, probably a trick. None the less, he couldn’t help being reminded of a carrion bird on a death watch.
The companionship was hardly reassuring.
Even watching Asuka die…lying in a pool of blood…a deserted alleyway…counting the seconds before life slipped away from him too….he had felt less alone then.
Maybe when the telepath came back he’d bring his gun.
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Date: 2008-09-22 08:22 pm (UTC)//Find anything yet, chibi?// He tilted his head, then idly plucked a few hairs from Yohji's leg.
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Date: 2008-09-22 08:50 pm (UTC)Nagi idly wondered if Yohji was getting annoyed by hearing their half-conversations. He knew it annoyed him when Brad and Schuldig were having that kind of conversations. Actually, any kind of conversation between those two seemed to lead to annoyance on his part. Must be Schuldig's influence.
Nagi discarded the line of thought and focused completely on the hacking.
(OOC: Nagi is not actively shielding right now, so if Schu focussed on him he could probably read what's going on his mind. 'passive' shields are in place so he isn't broadcasting. When Nagi goes in hackermode, it takes a smart telepath indeed to understand his thoughts)
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Date: 2008-09-23 01:36 am (UTC)He tried very hard to kick the redhead.
Schuldig however had been unfortunately thorough in his binding of Yohji's legs. He wasn't even able to unbalance the telepath from leaning against him.
A spike of pain erupted in his head from the strained movement, and Yohji fell back with a sharp wince.
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Date: 2008-10-10 04:30 am (UTC)//Maybe stupid things like that are why your team isn't coming for you. You have no common sense. Really, they would be better off without you. Kritiker could replace you in a heartbeat. And Ran would stop getting hurt over your stupid ass. I wonder if he's bled out yet?// He mused in Yohji's head, a smirk plastered on his face before he turned to Nagi.
//Anything yet, chibi?// He cocked his head, looking at the dark haired boy hunched over his laptop.
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Date: 2008-10-10 04:44 am (UTC)The words cut through the oppression of his headache with a sharply wrenching clarity.
No.
He wasn't going to fall for that.
Schuldig was cruel. He was in his head. He knew -exactly- how to cause Yohji pain in the most efficient way possible. He was fucking with him.
Shuldig HAD to be fucking with him.
Don't take the bait. Don't do it. Don't let him.... Don't. Don't. Don't....
He knew it couldn't be true. Right? So why did the room feel like it was constricting around him?
God. He was so fucking nauseous.
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Date: 2008-10-10 06:55 pm (UTC)"Found something about this Sato," he said quietly, before he realized that it probably wasn't the best idea to speak out loud when Kudou was in the room. /Sato is indeed a Kritiker agent. He was recruted as an expert in electronics. He ois replacing Manxs, the former contact-person of Weiss./ Mentally, he noted that they'd stopped with the cat-codenames. He didn't quite know what to make of it. Either, they didn't care about this Sato-figure nearly enough to garantee his safety and privacy through a codename, or the organisation had changed quite a bit since Eszet's downfall. He made a mental note to ask Crawford for his oppinion on the matter.
/He has high clearance within the organisation and... It's strange though, he used to be restricted to electronic development untill just a few months ago. From what I can see here, he was quite good at his job. Why would they assign him to a team so suddenly? Especially a high-risk team like Weiss?
Either way, could you tell this to Crawford right away, Schuldig? I will send the complete information I found to his blackberry, but he might not be in a situation where he can read it./
His mental voice was flat and analytical, his mind processing through the information he'd found on top-speed, trying to see if any of it made sense.
He quickly copied the information from Kritiker's data-base to a file and send it to Crawford, before opening yet more search-programs, determined to find out anything that might be of value to them.
(OOC: Ran, at this point Nagi has only seen the information from the second email. He's opted for Kritiker's database right away. He will now start searching more broadly and thus the search will be longer. He will than know the information from the first email. If any of this isn't alright with you, please let me know ok?)
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:12 pm (UTC)[Mental conversation continued in Wednesday 1.28]