Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion

A medium sized cell with actual furnishings and a particularly nice couch taking the place of the prisoners bed. At the request of another prisoner who earned all of these things.

Henry sat in his cell on his new favorite thing to exist, his couch. Leaning back with his arms behind the back of the couch. Head leaned back looking up at the ceiling with a neutral look on his face. Wondering about the past few days, as he had only just come too from Mask faces telekinetic tantrum. A bottle of off brand soda water in hand he tilts forward to take a swig. Looking at the lovely fake window he was given. Facing away from his cells door.

Napht stumbled over towards the cell that was now housing Henry. She dragged her legs down the hallway, completely exhausted and once she arrived and saw Henry lounged on a couch as if he owned the world. She opened the door, closed it behind her, walked over and didn't give a shit as she flopped herself onto the couch and across Henry's lap. She slung an arm over her eyes and was ready to pass out. She'd spent those days after throwing Henry and the other prisoner into their cells doing a mountain of fucking paperwork. She had been dumped with not only the prison transfer papers. Papers. But also everything for the damages done, budget changes in accordance with that, reports on Henry's ass escaping his cell, reports on why she went on a firing spree, weapon reports... etc. It seemed never ending but she had finally finished it. Now she just wanted to sleep.

Just as he went to take another swig of his drink he felt the vibrations from the prison door being opened and then quickly closed. Then before he could turn his head to see who came to his cell today he felt the weight of his head guard sprawl across his lap. looking down at her with a cocked brow. "So yah do what I'm assumin is a crap load a paperwork in your own office, which likely had it's own comfy shit. to only drag your ass down here to lay on a maximum security prisoners lap." he says in his usual broken tone of voice as he looked down to her covered face.

"Yes, have a problem with that smart guy?" Napht drawled snappily, moving her arm just a bit to peek up at him. It was impossible to tell with the discolouration already under her eyes but she had some bags under there for lack of sleep. "When most of that paperwork is from said maximum security prisoner, I think I should get some special treatment," she sassed before closing her eyes, She groaned and shifted a bit so she could get very comfortable and tucked her other arm behind her head. "Besides, I'm still on shift. Had to check on my new inmates. Yeah me," she purred sarcastically, "and your lap just looked incredibly enticing. Blame it on the dead brain."

“You’d be content to lay there until you were off shift and longer wouldn’t yah.” He says with a dry tone while giving her a light smirk. Then registering that he caused most of her paperwork troubles. “Hey I’m not indebted to yah am I? How a the stitches.” He asked as he looked to his previous work. Remembering he had the common decency to stitch the woman back together. “I do got a question for yah tho.” He says canting his head to the side while looking to her face curiously.

"Aye aye sir," Napht replied, confirming his suspicions. She was pleasantly comfortable but the also may just because she'd been sitting for so long pulling at her hair over paperwork for so long she forgot what comfortable felt like... No matter. She felt like she could pass out at any second. At his question, she frowned and pulled her arm off her face to leave it hanging off the side of the couch. A brow raised, she looked at Henry, "not that I know of," she responded, "I mean, you won't be getting off scot-free for your prison escape," she stated with a shrug. Wasn't her job to handle it this time around so she didn't care much. Unless shitty mask decided to be a dick again and drop that in her lap too. She then moved her arm in a circle motion, "all good. Thanks for that by the way. Such a fucking hassle," she muttered and flopped her arm back down. She looked at the ceiling with lidded eyed and hummed. "Shoot," she told him, giving him permission to ask.

"You proudly state that you can't feel pain, do you still have a sense of touch and feeling on your body?" he says with a dull face and hint of curiosity in his voice. Before unceremoniously poking her in the chest to try and illicit a reaction. While fully preparing himself for the slap if it came.

"I still have a sense of touch," Napht said, "but it's dulled. I can't tell textures but I'm aware that I'm touching or holding something. That something is touching me," she explained. It was difficult to explain and after speaking, she briefly wondered if it was something she should be telling a dangerous inmate. However, she couldn't find it in herself to give a fuck. However, when he poked her chest, she gave him a look. "If you want to keep your hand, best watch yourself," she advised, giving him a sweetly aggressive smile.

Henry watched and nodded, thinking about how useful it would be to have a complete dullness to pain. He might be a tough mother fucker but even he still had to deal with pain. He didn't retract his poking finger until he saw the smile and words of warning. "You're probly to tired to come after me anyways." He says before thinking more about what she said before. "Can you still feel your body parts when they are off your body? like if your hand was off could you still control and feel it?" he asks oddly enjoying this chat.

Napht lifted her shoulders a little in a shrug. "You're probably right," she agreed bluntly, not bothering to deny it. She could conk out any second to be quite honest. Which wouldn't be advised but whatever. If he had plans on hurting her or using her to escape, he would have done that. He didn't really need her to do the latter anyway.
"Nope," she said, putting an emphasis on the p. "Would be fucking sick though," she admitted, kind of wishing she could still control her limbs. "But if I could, I wouldn't need someone else to collect my parts and sew me back up," she pointed out. She then slung her arm back over her eyes. She then vocalized a groan when she remembered she still had to check on the other guy and she really didn't want to. Aka, she was using Henry as an excuse to avoid her responsibilities. Like a proper adult.

Henry was just about to make a comment on what she said before looking to an odd black line creeping across the wall infront of them. Then slowly drawing out what looked like a very badly written sentence, "Come on sis, you should probably come and check up on me before it gets to late. Might be night time by the time you get here." Henry read it and turned his head slightly to the left before seeing it. "Close yah eyes and don't move yah arms. If you have to look anywhere don't look up at me." He says as the back half of his cell was completely dark as the encroaching blackness moved slowly into view. It was like the sun was going behind a building and the light was going away.

((Is that suggesting that Henry knows her fear? Cause at this point, he shouldn't really know. ))

((He is just guessing she might be afraid of fire. considering he burst in on her having a meltdown while saving her from black fire boy.))

((Where's the mention of fire?))

Napht hadn't noticed a thing, only that Henry took longer to reply than she thought he would. However, that was soon resolved when he began to say something really strange. It didn't too long for her to realize he was reading something off and who had written it. At first, she was pissed, just wanting to ignore whatever that guy said and just sleep. It would be a better use of her time. That was until dread settled upon hearing his last sentence. She knew what he was insinuating. She was about to bolt up and leave. To get back to her quarters and get around to this bullshit another day. But her body was frozen stiff when Henry advised her against looking. However, she could tell the light in the room was beginning to disappear. "I think this is my cue to leave," she voiced, rolling onto her feet shakily. Her gaze narrowed on the cell door. She couldn't look anywhere else, focusing on that to keep her sanity. "I'll see you tomorrow," she drawled, faking it as hard as she could. He caught the end of her meltdown earlier but she didn't want him to know why. She couldn't have herself be that vulnerable. How could that man, Rictor Mortis, who claimed to be her brother know something that only a rare few knew? God she wanted to punch his face out.

((The black stuff that is creeping into the room is his fire, he is controlling it from his cell. He can control its temperature so she would not be burning right now.))

"Hey toots don't step on that shit." He says as he quickly hops onto the back of the couch crouching on it and reaching for her wrist. Then wrenching it up above her head, keeping an eye on the stitches to make sure he actually lifts her up. "That crap is flooding in through the door way you are walking too. What are yah stupid." He says as he tossed his bottle of sparkling water at the base of the door. Shattering and causing the flames to shudder and recede a bit.

((unusual description but I see. Thanks for explaining ^^))

Napht made a sound akin to a squeak and whipped around to launch an instinctive punch towards Henry if not for her losing her balance when he wrenched her wrist unexpectedly high before following it up so she had no balance. No. She didn't care if whatever the fuck it was was coming from the entrance. She didn't care if she was burnt. She needed to get out of here. She needed to escape before she was trapped before it was dark. Before the images would come and she would be more vulnerable than losing all her limbs made her. "I don't care," she seethed, hiding with every fibre of her being the panic that was surely begun to form on her face. She wiggled, struggling to get out of his fucking grasp. Her breathing picked up speed, slowly but steadily and it took everything in her to keep her body from shaking. "I have to go," she said, her words the strongest part of her at this point.

Henry grunts just pulls her back over onto the couch. I don't care if yah hate me for it but you walking on whatever that shit is, probably better not to test it. Look ah know you obviously got some shit to deal with but if you haven't noticed. We are in a prison full of people who might be happy to see you worse than dead." He says as he turned her around in his grip. Looking at her in eye. "You don't have to like, hell even tolerate me. I ain't letting you fuck up yourself." He says not really understanding what she was going on about.

"That doesn't matter! I can regenerate," Napht snarled. Well, it was a bit more complex than that but it was the easiest way to explain it. As long as no one questioned why her limbs still fell off. She couldn't be trapped in this room while it was dark. It wasn't going to blow over well. She went to leap towards the exit, planning to rip away from his grasp but froze. All I could see was the darkness. Even if it hadn't nearly engulfed them yet, it felt like she was drowning in it. She couldn't move anymore. She didn't even see the cell anymore. She was in her past, stuck strapped to a metal table being torn apart then painfully back together. All she could do was clutch her head and scream.

Henry looked at the screaming woman in his arms with some concern before looking at the black shit on the walls. "Listen you creepy fuck if you don't leave her alone I'm gonna put a few more holes in that already fucked up body you've got!" He yelled setting her down on the couch before cringing and stepping on the blackness on the floor. Running over to the nice metal sink that adorned his wall and proceeded to shear it off the wall with his bear hands. Causing water to spray effectively everywhere. Causing the crap moving along the walls to recede quickly as a scream can be heard down the hall.
"AH Christ the hell'd you do that for, I only wanted my checkup sooner!" He yelled as the darkness crept back out of the room. Which left him with a still screaming napht now also soaking wet. He knelt down beside her and shook her. "Hey, Shits Gone! Yah can stop screaming now!" He says trying to get her to come out of her flashbacks.

After Napht's initial scream had died down due to lack of oxygen, she was reduced to whimpers and gasping for air. Curled up in a ball, head basically between her knees with her hands digging into her red locks so hard some tore. Trapped in her mind and unable to acknowledge the world around her. Thus, she didn't even flinch when she became soaked with water nor when the asshole behind this screamed and whined about not being able to see his sister. She couldn't find her breath. Gasping and heaving as she shook, suffering from the terror that gripped her. When Henry began to shook her, her hands blindly lashed out, smashing against him to shove him back. A silent scream leaving her lips, not seeing him, but the people who tore her to pieces. She only saw him as someone trying to pin her down to rip off her legs again. She needed to get out. She needed to escape. However, her legs wouldn't work and her arms were embarrassingly weak. Even when she'd blindly attacked Henry, it was not even an ounce of her usual strength. She was an utter wreck, taking only seconds before she had fallen stiff on her side. Her eyes remained open but she was blind and frozen, barely moving. She could only wait it out.

He’d set her down on the couch in his room and put what he could to cover her torso up on top of her, which just so happened to be his prison shirt. As he walked over to the fake window with a growl. Standing at it for a moment thinking to himself as he thought of ways to fix this. Normally he would be thinking of ways to cover his own ass. Considering this situation already painted him in quite a bad light. He turned back to look at her and with the most emotion he has ever seemed to allow onto his face. He walked back to her and set a hand on her forehead. As he knelt down at her side and tried to give her some ounce of comfort. It’s what his original mother would do for him when he was scared of the silence. He wasn’t graceful or truly good at it, but he rubbed her scarlet hair and bowed his head as he did. The animal offering his respect and somewhat genuine care.

Napht was like a rock. Her body holding itself together so tight that it was straining her stitches to near its breaking point. She kept blindly hugging her legs, not even blinking when the shirt was laid around her. However, she flinched when his hand made contact with her forehead. A panicked lurch but stopped short from the back of the couch stopping her retreat. Napht shook, seeing through Henry with only an expression that could be labelled as terror. She held herself even tighter, causing a few strands of string to snap. She remained this way for many moments after his initial motion. However, gradually, her muscles relaxed, her expression shifted to one of exhaustion and her eyes pooled with tears. Tears of pure frustration, shame and disgust. She was so weak. Napht was a woman of pride. She had changed herself from the girl she once was and needed to be that person. However, it was these moments that made her so vulnerable. Shoving her back into the person she once was and had tried so hard to abandon.
She squeezed her eyes close, shovelling down the urge to cry and the emotions that it brought with it. She had already shown this prisoner enough of her ugly sides. She wasn't about to show another one. Swallowing her pride, she gingerly released herself from her fetus position and spoke. "Thanks," she said. It was strained and awkward but she meant it. He could have taken advantage of her at that moment, he could have used her to escape or killed her. She had been more than vulnerable. He not only didn't do any of those, but he also tried to help her. It was a first for her.
Napht cleared her thought, wishing to escape. "I'll... see you later," she voiced, getting up to leave. Seeking the easy way out in this situation. Running away was apparently something she did well. Her legs may be shaky but damn if she'd let it stop her from knocking the asshole who instigated all this in the face. She was wishing for some teeth.

((Do we make a cell for the good brother or do a timeskip and assume he went to go beat his scarred ass?.))

Henry looked to her with a somewhat perplexed face. This woman who he had assumed spit on the words fear and or tears. Was showing off all of these things he'd never have expected from her. Though if it wasn't for his dullness to everyone elses feelings. He might have shown a bit more emotion himself. Though as he watched her come out of her scrunched up shell. He saw her mouth the words thanks. Then as she spoke again he found it oddly hard to understand her. He took in the features of her face, studying that stitched up skin and her different colored eyes. He saw a little girl with tears in her eyes. A little girl who had gone through just as much hell as he, if not more. He wanted to do something about it, he wanted to make her not appear weak. He didn't like her like this, feeling as though he should never have seen it. As much as he wanted to say something or move to do anything. He just didn't know "what" to do. As he watched her get up and go to leave. "They will follow you." he says out of the blue and looked to her back. "They follow me." He adds in his off pitch voice combined with his poorly controlled tone of voice. Not taking his eyes off her.

((Probably a timeskip. I doubt she'll be able to stick around. We'll have to go to the next day where she actually bothers to try and talk with him))

Napht's back tensed when she heard what he had to say. She rubbed her face, laughing bitterly to herself. She threw her head back, teeth clenched. "Preaching to the choir," she murmured under her breath, knowing he wouldn't know she said anything at all. She exited, waiting till it closed behind her and she was away from that cell to lean against the wall before she fell. A little hitting her head off the wall and she gave her 'brother' a brief check-in. Which consisted of her throwing her a stool towards his face before she headed to her room. She just needed this day to end so she could think of what she was going to do about all this.

((Talks to whom though? Henry or Brother?))

((both. brother first))

((Brother has his own cell. kind of want him to get in with the grand daughter of my anarchist old man. XD))