[Aidou awakes after night has already settled in, still feeling weak, but rested. He gets out of bed, absently completing his routine of pulling clothing out of his closet, gathering his toiletries, and exiting his room. He walks the halls, ignoring everyone else in his pursuit of his destination, not even noticing whether or not some people may have been staring at him. He enters the shower room, which appears to be empty at this time of the night, and moves to the sinks, where he reaches out to turn on the cold water and readies to splash the refreshing liquid on his face...

...only to finally look up into the mirror at himself.

His face is covered in lines--thick black lines around his eyes, cheeks (is that a mustache?), and even on his forehead. It takes him a second to process this, his mind still half asleep, but once he realizes what he is seeing, it is as if the fatigue and drain on his body had never been, replaced by shock and rage.]

Wh-Wha--WHAT?!!! MY FACE! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FACE?!

[Aidou runs his hands over his face seeing that the marks do not smear easily, but he sets to work scrubbing his face with as much care and force as he can. It takes some time, but he finally manages to remove all of the marker from his face--time which allows him to think of who could have been responsible.

Oh, he knows. Only one person would have ever dared-- Dropping the towel he dried his face with, Aidou rushes out of the bathroom, not bothering to pay attention to whoever he may have run into. His hand is on his communicator, but he doesn't bother to filter his transmission.]

YUUUUKIIIII!!!!!!! YOU--YOU--YOU LITTLE CHILDISH BRAT. JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!!

{ooc: Feel free to be someone he runs into on his search for Yuuki! He's angry and not thinking clearly, so he may be running around for a while.}

Tche, and what sort of bullshit is this?

[She gives a snort, glaring out at something not seen on the camera before those icy blue eyes seem to refocus.]

Obviously I am no longer in Central, let alone at Headquarters. How this was accomplished without my knowledge... Enjoy the Marina Asylum facility. As if that is supposed to make any sense. Crimes? Ha. Just give me back my damned sword and I'll show you crimes. If your soiled hands have touched an Armstrong heirloom…

Well? I assume I'm not completely surrounded by idiots and halfwits. If someone of some intelligence could provide some more reasonable answers...

[Conrad is dosing in Vash's room, over on the second bed. True to her previous claim of that bed, Brownie is curled up on his chest and one of Conrad's hands strokes her mindlessly. His rest is fitful, but Conrad doesn't move for fear of disturbing both the cat and Vash, who is sleeping across the room.]

[He isn't sure what to think of being given the second bed, but especially tonight he doesn't mind. After Vash had returned from where ever he had been the rest of the day, neither of them had breathed a word about either Josak or the...things that Yuuri had mentioned over the network. Conrad isn't trying to hide his past, exactly, but there were things he hadn't wanted to reveal. Yet. Thankfully, Vash had said nothing of it and just prepared for bed, his demeanor friendly as always, if a bit quieter than usual.]

[Conrad pauses mid-stroke as Vash makes a sound, tossing a bit in his sleep. Brownie's ears perk right up and she glances over at Vash. Conrad whispers in soothing tones and she lays back down, if reluctantly. Everything is still for another moment, and then Vash makes another noise: a strangled, painful sound. Conrad looks across the room, trying to decide what to do.]

[One more of those, and he won't be able to lay here and let it continue.]

(OOC: A bit of heavy innuendo and playful messing around, but nothing that breaks Sentience's rules.)

[After his conversation with Axel, Sora ducks into the common room where Namine said she was. Even if its not for very long, he HAS to see her. He's got to make sure she's okay. And then they'll figure out where the heck Riku went. HE'D better be okay too.]

Namine?

So, before we were all put to sleep for the night last night...there were no raptors.

Tonight...so far. No raptors. I heard rumor that there might not be, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Is there anyone out later than usual today? Or is everyone just sticking to their normal habit of getting into shelter?

[The last thing she can remember... casting the Giga Slaves and then it went out of control. And then... And then she was here. She doesn't know where here is, and it takes her a few moments to keep her head from spinning. She really doesn't like not knowing where she is, but she can't even focus on that right now. There's something on her head, and all she can see is a very, very long list of crimes.]

...what?

[It takes her a few moments, but the cogs slowly start turning. Someone's accusing her of all of this.]

WHAT???

I didn't--

It's not fair! I didn't-- I'm not-- I'M NOT A BAD PERSON. I mean, yes, I've destroyed a few things here or there, and I can be a bit violent but--

I mean, who else was gonna do all of that? I mean, someone has to take care of these kinds of problems, right? And who's better suited for the job than--

[She laughs, but they almost sound like sobs, going more and more out of control.]

This isn't-- you can't--

Oh, no, no, no, no, you don't know who you're messing with here. YOU WILL REGRET THIS.

That which is darker than twilight
That which is more red than flowing blood
Buried in flowing time
In thy great name,
Here I pledge myself to darkness
To the fools who stand in our way
Merge your strength and mine
Deliver equal doom to all!!


DRAGON SLAVE!

[Muttering and flailing can be heard in the background, along with more yelling, though it's a bit more incoherent.]

It's not-- that's not--

[And then there's more yelling, a loud crash, and static before the transmission cuts out entirely.]

[If anyone wants to poke Lina, she's near the processing plant, but she's communicator-less and incredibly exhausted.]

(( Backdated to late afternoon. ))

[ Carmen said she-- Nina-- was in the club. So Euphemia blindly goes; running along as fast as she can, she's breathing hard by the time she reaches the entrance and is suddenly struck by anxiety. How should she talk to Nina? Will she want to know Euphemia's answer to-- to that right away?

She enters, thoughts a mess, and looks around-- but when she catches sight of Nina's smaller frame... all other thoughts are thrown aside and she can't help but to rush close and to give her a big hug. ]

Nina! I was-- I was so worried! You're really here!