I AM NOT A CRIMINAL!!!

If you're going to arrest somebody, arrest him! Arrest them! Arrest society! Society is to blame! Society!



Or at least wait until I'm 18, you pedo.

[Ema is just having a normal day, walking around the prison and writing down notes about things she sees. The only location she doesn't go to is the place where the reservations are taking place. She's paying attention to her surroundings.

Really.

Well, maybe not so much. She's almost tripped a couple of times. However, her eyes are focused on her surroundings and her notebook, and not much else.]

[[OOC: Backdated to before dark~]]

[He had certainly not expected boredom to be such a trying thing.]

He, Seifer, and Selene had limped off to Sector One after delivering their troublesome captive. Muddled by blood loss and pain, Saix hadn't even offered a token's protest when the medic bots had swooped down on them. Thanks to them, and the rather potent dose of painkillers they'd administered, he has very little memory of the rest of the morning.

He can't complain too much though--his ribs are no longer stabbing jagged ends into his lung, and his arm is no longer broken. All of the less severe cuts and scrapes have been bandaged--clean of the gravel that had been ground into them.

He hadn't expected Agatha to be capable of attacks reminiscent of the Organization's Fifth. Firearms, a sword, a canister of something reminiscent of the plague that had wiped out the second generation of prisoners--that had been what he'd expected. Not the entire foundation of the building rising up to meet them. They had been fortunate--he had been fortunate that his fellow hunters had been as capable as they'd claimed.

But now here they are--stuck, until the medic-bots deemed them well enough to leave. Saix's heckling had gotten Selene moved to the room Seifer and he were sharing, but it had not gotten him permission to leave.

And the enforced sloth is becoming terribly wearing.]