Ritsuka "Loveless" Aoyagi (lovelessritsuka) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2012-08-25 11:39:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | ritsuka aoyagi : lovelessritsuka, rory williams : bamf-mr-pond |
Who: Ritsuka and Open!
What: Becoming acquainted with first a wall and then other passengers.
When: Present time and date.
Where: A corridor near the Study.
Warnings: Language and potential clawing.
As he had been in the process of fleeing from pursuit when the universe shifted, Ritsuka was moving quite swiftly and could not stop fast enough. An enormous metallic surface materialized a meter ahead. The teen had just enough time to shriek 'Oh shit!' before colliding with the wall and rebounding onto his back. Tears welled beneath his eyelashes at the intense stab of pain where his tailbone had been jarred into his pelvis. He uttered another uncharacteristic expletive (and several threats to no one in particular) while executing the laborious task of sitting up.
After a moment of external wincing and internal grasping for activated teams he attempted to regulate his breathing. Once the adrenline had lowered to a manageable level dark eyes peered about warily. The corridor in which he had appeared was currently empty and ominously long. Had he been knocked unconscious and moved? That seemed unlikely considering he had been in motion a moment before. Still... an unfamiliar spell, perhaps? Oh gods, was he trapped inside his own mind and only THINKING he was in an oddly surreal corridor?
Or perhaps he was concussed and confusing his unreliable memories. Yes... that seemed sensible. Someone without any battle ethics had kidnapped him and placed him in a type of holding facility. For all he knew he was in the Seven Voices Academy awaiting nefarious experiments by Professor Nagisa. With a weary sigh Ritsuka drew up his bony knees and wrapped both arms round them. He had assumed the assassination attempts had ceased. Really, if Septimal Moon was still so intent on killing him would it be terrible trouble to do it properly? He was practically helpless without Soubi. They could use a rock, for heaven's sake, not to mention every team in Tokyo.
Shivering in his rain-soaked clothing the youth lowered his head and resigned himself to awaiting the inevitable. At least the corridor was dry and there were no visible bars. In fact, there wasn't a great deal of any familiar feature. It almost resembled a future-scape in a console game. Unwelcome wonders never ceased. For the first time in many months he allowed himself to cast a silent summons for his Sentouki. Unsurprisingly, there was no answer. On his own then--- as usual. People really were a useless species.