| [May. 3rd, 2009|06:39 pm] |
"Chained to a wall? Bare-ass naked? Pissed the hell off and then some?" Raidou finished for him, easing back enough to lean against solid concrete. "Pretty much. Though hearing your voice is making a definite improvement to the landscape."
It didn't matter how raw Genma sounded, how he couldn't seem to catch a full breath or speak a complete word--he was alive. Everything else was just a temporary state of being that Raidou intended to fix, just as soon as he figured out how to break these damn cuffs.
"Bastards took my gear," he muttered, calling up an experimental seed of chakra; it fizzled in his pathways and slipped out of his grasp, snapping back with a sharp sting. He winced slightly. "And whatever they put in that fog is still messing up my chakra control. Or it's these cuffs." He rattled them and peered back into the dark, trying to catch any kind of glimpse of his friend. "Hope you're in fit state for a break out, kid. Because we're getting out of here as soon as you're up to moving."
And Raidou worked out how to pick locks he couldn't reach with his teeth. |
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