InsaneJournal

Who: Darius, Remy, Jean, NPCs
Where: The Purifier's base
When: early Sunday morning
Warnings: random power manifestation, allusions to violence, daring rescues.

Darius groaned as he regained consciousness. The last thing he could remember was being in a truck of some kind. Or maybe a plane. It was hard to tell. He wiggled a little, grumbling. They'd bound him tightly, and his hands were asleep. But so far that was the worst thing, beside the missing tooth and the swelling on that side of his face. But that was old. He remembered getting those.

So they hadn't done anything to him in his sleep. By all rights he should be dead, so that was a blessing. This group didn't seem as well organized as the ones he knew about. That left him with what, exactly?

No eyesight. No mobility. Legs and arms trapped. No gag, though.

"Hello? What was the safety word again?" The joke surprised him, but only for a moment. But only a moment. Hearing his own voice seemed to enervate him, and he wiggled into a more comfortable position, taking stock of the noises around him.