Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion

 There were voices all around me muttering to each other. At first, can't make out what they are saying but now, the sounds of a dentists drill is all I can hear. That high pitched drilling that was no drill. I roll my eyes hard in my head to look up and see the small circular saw, held by that man in the surgical mask. I am strapped to a table. So many straps, almost none of my skin feels the air. My head is strapped to the table. A strap runs across my mouth. That sound going right through me. Small particles flying up, looking like smoke in the light. I want to kill this man, slowly. I want to feel his flesh and blood warm in my hands as I prolong his painful, gory death. The drill stops. One of my horns is in the palm of his opened gloved hand. I would scream if I could. 
      When my vision clears, I see a ceiling. Walls. I'm not sure where I am. This place looks comfortable. I'm on a soft thick mat on the floor with a small pillow, crisp sheets. The floor looks like a huge bamboo tatami mate. How did I get here? My head is so fuzzy. It's a struggle to focus my thoughts. Gads, my joints ache. Lets get up. Oooff. Wow. Everything hurts, my earlobes hurt. What's that? A sunbeam? There's a window. Lets have a look see. Steady now, one foot in front of the other. This is a high window with super thick glass. This place is huge. I don't recognize anything. It's not the training grounds. Sure isn't that bastard sorcerers lair. It's not the army base. Where am I? Wow, I have no shoes. Where're my shoes? Someone put an Orange jumpsuit on me. Orange jumpsuit? Orange jumpsuit?! ORANGE JUMPSUIT!!! "GAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

Morning and time to get on with the morning routine. These photo sensitive prescription glasses are a life savor. Most people just think she is trying to look cool. They don't realize how important these are for her to be able to see in the daytime.
She nods to the other guards as she passes them in the hall. They are bringing inmates to the cafeteria for breakfast. Often she hears inmates ask each other in hushed tones "Is that a man or a woman?" as she passed. She managed to talk her superior into letting her handle number 387. Being a rookie, asking to bring one inmate in, is not unreasonable. Sweet big eyes get them every time. She stands in front of his cell for a bit, watching him as he sleeps.
“Number 387, wake up. It is time for breakfast and your morning meds.” The pile of covers dose not move. His body heat patterns tell her he is still alive. Inhales and raising her voice. “Number 387! Get up!” She has to get loud, his medication makes him a heavy sleeper. Still, she hates raising her voice. He is by himself in this cell, so it is important for him to get out among the other inmates. Being alone all the time epically after what he has been through is not good for him. Notices he stirs but dose not open his eyes yet. She bangs on the door with her night stick “Number 387! Michael Penderson! Get up! I am to escort you to the cafeteria for your medication and breakfast” BANG! BANG! BANG! She knows better than to shake the shoulder of a drugged person awake, least she gets slugged. That is a big man on that mat that no one would want to get slugged by, regeneration or no. She still feels it. “MIKE!”

 I hear a voice in my dreams but I don't realize it is calling me until I hear my name. The idea of being a number has not sunk in yet. “BLA! I'm up! I'm up. No reason to bang on pots sarge.” I roll over on the mattress and rub my eyes. So much cob webs in my head. “One moment, I need to milk a lizard & brush my teeth or I may melt the walls” 
 Without looking for the source of the noise I stumble to the farmers style bathroom. Basic toilet, sink and mirror, but enough to take care of basic needs before I get to the showers. Drying my hands and face, I come out to see a small figure at the door. I grab my newspaper that the guard last night gave me and go up to them 
 “Hey lady...” I look more closely, not sure of this guard. So strange looking. I can't tell the gender. Well I did not get snarled at so perhaps a female, with that long hair, but then again, chest like a man. Those eyes a strange color and so small. Well, I will risk making a fool of myself again. “Or Sir... Hey, who do you favor in the rose bowl?” I point to a newspaper's sports section “I predicts the game to be a 14 point spread.” Lowering my voice “If you can put a bet on the game for me I will split the winnings.” nods...nods...nods.. “I am reeeaaallll sure the giants will win, I am. But shhhhhh” Put my index finger to my lips “Don't tell anyone about it, 'kay?” Shaking my head from side to side “Nope, nope, nope, no no. If they know about it, they will all bet. So Can ya? Can ya? Can ya? Pleeaaase?” 
 I notice how hyper I am before coffee. I seem to be in need of my medication or an adjustment on my medication. Either way I need to tell them. This guard I've never seen before. Perhaps he can help. Priorities, I need to get him to place this bet for me.

(( Taken to Hallway of building 3 thread since we are leaving the cell ))

 Mike is still digesting the conversation he had over the phone with the captain as the strange little guard leads him down the hallway. I can't believe what has happened. If I wasn't such a small fry, I would say there was some kinda conspiracy behind the scenes regarding me. I am no one. No body. Just a schmo from a middle class family of hard working parents. What is going on here? Who wants me dead? Or in prison for the rest of my life? What is the purpose of all this? The more I think about it, the more depressed I become. How can I, now an inmate, fight this?
      As she unlocks my cell door I chime up “You know I could really use some HOOCH right now.” I put a lot of emphasis on the word hooch. Not the time to be joking but if I don't joke I will explode. 
      I raise my hand before I get yelled at. “I know, I know. No beer, but Officer Lovell, no one says hooch anymore.” Gives a boyish grin and sighs as I go back to my mat. 
      “Now I want to dream about football and beer” I sit down, an air of total depression around me. “I'm really upset. I need more of my meds, can you send the medic in?” Looks up at her “Company would be better at the side of a game at the 10 yard line, beer in one hand.” Sighs “I betcha they could cut my meds in half if I wasn't locked up. I know I am not in solitary, since I get let out a lot but this is rough on a guy.” 
 I Lay down, putting my hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling “I am really sorry about that ruckus I caused at the restaurant and bath house, really I am. If I didn't do that, I would not be here. Then again, I was seeing things that were not there before they medicated me up over here.” Another deep sigh “I don't think I am dangerous. Anymore.”
      “Seems everyone has abandoned me. Even those in Hell have no idea where I am. I'm really screwed and I don't know why.” 

Amusement crosses her face as he points out her slang is outdated. When was she on Earth for a long assignment last? Oh yes, when all the Earth was fighting the great war for the second time. Well at least she didn't say twenty three scadoo. Time passes so quickly for immortals, epically in hell. When she comes back, if she comes back to the same Earth, everyone she knows is usually dead and gone. Well, we all have our crosses to bear, even demons. Opens her mouth for a curt reply when he asks for hooch, chuckles when he raises his hand to stop her. She is becoming quite fond of this one.

When she sees him on his mat, it is all she can do to keep from rushing over to him and hold him. He is twice her size, solid muscle but seems so vulnerable now. She wants to make everything right for him but this is not her world. This is NOT his world any longer. All her hellish rank and she is helpless to help this wonderful man. It is time she told him the truth, but first, he needs his medication. It may take some time before she can hunt down the mother of minds. She is always so busy.

The last time Jessica will do this. She will find the mother of minds and bring him to her the first thing when they get back. The mother of minds keeps all the secretes of us all. She heals our minds. In Jessica's case, there are two large blank spots in her memory. All she remembers is asking the mother of minds to remove them after getting back from a long mission. They must have been terrible to have asked such a thing. The Mother of Minds is wise enough to leave the memory of asking for their removal, so it is known why they are missing and the memories are not sought out. There is nothing that has anything to do with the mind that she can't fix.

Jessica uses her communicator and calls in for a medic, waits for the acknowledgment, then sits down on the end of Mike's mat. She draws her gloved hand through his hair. “Mike, do you really believe you have been abandoned by everyone?” She takes his hand in hers and continues. “I don't know what is going on either, I am just as baffled as you are and me.” Squeezes his big hand “Me, I think you are a real upstanding guy. Not many like you in this day and age.” Takes her other hand and runs it along his hairy forearm in a soothing, non sexual way “I mean really. You push your teacher out of the way. You saved her. Then your life becomes a nightmare. All because you saved your teacher. You are a knight. A knight in shining denim.” She tugs on his denim jumpsuit as she smiles down on him.

 For Mike this is odd. Being so close to this strange little guard. She feels comfortable. Like we have known each other all our lives, yet it has only been a few weeks at most. I know nothing about her. Just her name. How did this happen? How is it I trust her after knowing her for so short a time. Her, I am not even 100% sure she is a girl. Sure acts like one. Having her this close, I notice her waist is tight and curves in, yet her chest looks like a man's. Her features are soft, hands delicate and that hair, so thick and long. She smells nice, like a blend of tea and flowers in a soft delicate sent. I've never gone for guys, no attraction for them at all. I just hope she is female. I would be very disappointed if she is not.
      I ponder her words over. Enjoying the physical contact. It have been a long time when someone touched me that was not an intrusive medical exam. Thinking about what she just said. Was I that detailed on my last moments in Hell? I don't recall being so detailed. No wait, I didn't mention my teacher. What? I look at her puzzled. “How did you know...” The question gets interrupted by the medic and a shot. Once we are alone again I have to ask again and before she sits back down I look directly into her eyes and ask “How did you know about the teacher? I don't recall going into that much detail about hell and I did not mention the teacher at all.” looking at her up on one elbow, waiting on her answer.

“I'll answer that in a moment.”Takes off her right, finger less glove and runs her hand along area's where she knows the tiny gas dispenser holes are, giving a verbal command to them “Holes, seal up.” A light glow at the palm of her hand as the minor change takes place. The light expands quickly to cover the wall. When she is finished she tucks the glove in her belt. “I am glad I spent the time to study every detail of this cell, as well as your file.”

Goes over to the door “I am sorry about the delay but I had to be sure.” Runs her hands along where the door meets the floor then up the sides and across where the door meets the wall, giving it the command “Seal up and become one.” An audible hissing sound comes from where the door and wall were once separate. Then she makes a pulling motion on the edges of any windows looking into the prison, as if she is closing an accordion. Orders the bars “Flatten and cover.” then the edges “Seal up! Close!” They become just part of the door or wall making more of a crunch sound, leaving only the window to the outside and camera.

“Now about this lock” Puts her hand on the handle “Become solid” She inspects it, satisfied that is is unusable. “There, that will delay any interruptions, not a complete stop but it should be enough.” She states a bit out of breath. “I am doing this to be sure no one can stop us.” Jessica leans up against the wall, breathing heavily as if she was running and now is catching her breath. She worked more quickly than she normally would have so she is quite winded.

 Mike watches her make those changes in awe. I can't believe what I am seeing. Am I hallucinating? Was that shot tainted with something illegal? I get up almost in a panic. Watching in horror, half expecting her to turn into a pink elephant and fly away. “What the fu**?” is all I can say. When she is done with the door I don't trust my own eyes. I give her a wide birth as I go up to the door. I run my hands over the newly sealed door. Smooth, like welding without any bubbling and blemishes. This was sealed without heat. The handle is like a sculpture. I go to where the bared window was. “No way.” I went to put my hand through and I expected my hand to go right through it, like a projection. My fingers jammed into the solid wall “Ouch! What the fu**?” 
      Rubbing my fingers to get the pain down, I look at this strange little guard. She was always a bit if a mystery but to have these abilities and not say anything? Who is she? What is she? Where did she come from and why is she here? I back up putting as much distance as I can from her “Did that evil sorcerer send you to finish the job of killing me?” I keep backing up until the wall stops me. She seems to want to keep the rest of the guards out of here and I can't imagine it is for anything good. 
      I pick up the stool and take up a defensive stance, ready to bonk her if she attacks me or tries to turn me into a neut or something. Then I look at the situation. She is so small. Embarrassed, I put the stool down. “No one can stop us? Stop us doing what?” I realize what she said this situation seems serious, but I can't resist. “At least buy me drinks first.”

As she recovers, her breathing returns to normal. She tells Mike “Don't be silly, if I came here to kill you I would have done so quickly and left.” Takes off her hat, tosses it aside and runs her fingers through her hair

“Drinks? Oh, you wish!” laughs. Then runs her hands along her body “This form you see before you is not my normal form. I only use this one when it is not a good idea to have any particular gender that can be easily identified. Remember in building six there are many sexual predators.”

She points to herself and continues “I have about five forms that I can use easily. Four are human. It is like putting on a new shirt to me.” She straightens up as she seems to have recovered fully. “There is no such person as Jessica Ann Lovell. That identity was created by a yakuza who has some very talented forgers at his disposal. So talented that none of the staff throughout my journey to you were the wiser, I am impressed and believe me, I am not easy to impress.” Grins “I am not even from this Earth and I made it in, all the way to becoming a guard at Nanbaka prison thanks to the forgers skills.” pulls off her left hand glove and shows him the palm of her left hand where her brand is. “Mike you fool, you were not lost or forgotten. I have been sent by our superiors to rescue you.”

Extending both hands to him. “Now let me heal all that damage to your body, you best take that jumpsuit down to your waist.” Points down, making a circle with her index finger and says matter-of-fact. “Wings you know.”

 Not your normal form? I gape in shock at her statement until she shows me the palm of her left hand. Now it all makes sense. I know exactly what that is. The symbol was in all the hands of the teachers at the training grounds, but most had five circles. This one has two. A much higher rank. I go up to her and take her branded hand. I trace out the brand with my fingers and look at her. “You were sent to rescue me? One of your rank? Wow. I'm honored.” 
      I look back into her palm “You can heal me? But my wings are completely off. They took off my horns too. They took everything from me. How can you heal that?” I look into her eyes and realize “Oh. You can't lie outright. You must be telling the truth. You can heal me, make me whole again.” I think that she is talking about removing all scars and marks. “I have held this gloved hand of yours and I was never the wiser.” I don't want to let go of her hand, I am afraid that this is all a dream and I might wake up, but reluctantly I do. 
      I unsnap my jumpsuit. Take my arms out of the sleeves and take off my undershirt, which I toss aside. Looking down at my chest I take inventory of the scars left onto me by my stay with that animal of a sorcerer. Some very bad memories associated with every mark they put on me. Still looking at them I say “I must look really ugly to you with all these scars and burn marks on my body. Gifts of a most evil man.” I take up her hands in mine “But if you can get rid of these constant reminders of the violation done to me, I'll be very grateful.” Then I wait to see what she will do.

She runs her hand down his hair, then puts both hands gently on either side of his head, looks into his eyes “Oh Mike, you are beautiful to me, no matter how damaged your body is, after all, a body is just a vessel. Your soul, your essence, the true you, is one of the most beautiful I have ever beheld.”

Now this may feel a little strange, just hold still until I am done.”

She concentrates, pulling on her life essance. Reaching down with her very will power, to her connection to life itself. There, she draws out with all her spiritual might and pours it into Mike. Into the damaged areas of his body.

Her eyes glow, her mouth halfway opened as the same light glowing in her eyes is also in her mouth. It is bright white with a tinge of blue around the edges. Forming a misty smoke, it flows from her eyes and mouth into his eyes and mouth. All the marks on his body glow that same white for a moment then disappear. His small horns, the least amount of mass are the first to come back. First made of that white mist, then becoming the little boney protrusions. The scars where his wings were glow brightly. From them large wings begin to take shape, first made of the same glowing mist that is coming from Jessica then slowly they become bone, flesh and feathers.

Sensing that he is fully healed, she stops. That was a lot of mass to replace a lot of damage to repair. Her knees buckle. She looses the androgynous form and reverts to her original form of a lovely albino woman that no one on this Earth has seen, until now. As she looses her ability to stand up she holds onto Mike to steady herself, breathing as if she has run up twenty flights of stairs.

I catch her to steady her. She wasn't kidding when she said it would feel strange. I felt her very life essence pouring into me. A feeling as amazing as it was frightening. I felt more intimate with her in those moments than I could have in any other situation. It was like we were one in spirit. I was disappointed when she stopped, then realized to my horror that I could easily get addicted to that feeling.
      I feel somethings in my mouth. Bits of metal? I spit out several filling and one crown into my hand. Looking at the shocked. Then I realize the crowned tooth is there, fully restored. Those cavities, gone the teeth are full and healthy. Wow, seems her healing ability not only regrows limbs but also pushes out foreign objects. She is one amazing healer. I toss the fillings and crown over my shoulder & dry my hands on my pants.
      Looking at my back, my wings, my wings are back. I spread them out, they seem to take up the room. It felt so good to have them back. I turn my attention to the woman in my arms.
      “Are you OK?” Holding her up one arm around her waist, one around her shoulder. Her eyes are almost exactly like the little androgynous guard, only under a large canopy of eye lashes. Her uniform straining around her chest, she's nicely stacked. She is taller than the little guard. Wasp waist & long legs that look like in a dress they would go on forever. Her white hair got longer and thicker, almost artificial in it's body, I ran my hand through it to see if it was real. It was so soft. Her face. She has the face of an angel. I best never tell her that, she may take it as an insult.
      I can't help but look at her, no, not looking, I am drinking in the sight of her like a man that has been in the desert too long, standing finally in front of the ocean. I don't let go of her even when her breathing becomes normal and she is obviously recovered. I turn her face gently toward mine as I look her in those eyes. “Woman. oh woman, you are beautiful!” I pull her tightly to me with my arms, I wrap my wings around her and put a passionate kiss on her lips. I don't care if she slaps my face, she can slap me one hundred times for this kiss.

That was a lot of mass for her to put back at once. She felt drained, like she ran a marathon when it was done, but to look at him, it is worth all that and more. His very body language has changed, no longer unsure of himself, he seems more confident, like so much more than human, because now, that is what he is.

Thinking to herself, “There you are.” Seeing him become whole again, this is why she dose what she dose.

She watches as he spits out his filling and cap “Oops sorry, forgot to tell you about that, but really, you must have eaten a lot of sugar when you were young.” manages to get out a soft laugh with that.

Watches pleased as he spreads those magnificent wings. He seems to exemplify hell in all it's beauty and glory when he spreads his wings. He will be a sight to behold, when he flies.

She knows that look he is giving her when he attention is turned to her, that way he is looking at her. She has seen it many times. This time, she doesn’t mind, not at all. When he kisses her, she wraps her arms around his neck and head and kisses him back with equal passion, feeling so safe wrapped in those beautiful wings.

For a moment, she forgets where they are. Then the thought hits her. She ends the kiss and says in his ear. “We have to get out of here, while we still can.” Looks him in the eye. “Come.” Turns her head to the wall opposite the camera, and breaths out flame that hits the wall. It spreads out and forms a large ring. The center of the ring is not the wall but a portal, beyond is an obvious other world, looking like night. Blue light bathes the scenery, giving it an eerie effect. Turning her attention back to him “Lets go home my love.”

I pick her up like a bride and twirl her around with a smile on my face from ear to ear. I didn't get slapped and she kissed me back. She called me her love! I am experiencing joy for perhaps the first time in my life. “Yes! lets go home.” With her still in my arms I step through that ring, let her down and give her another kiss once we are on the other side. The camera in the room catches a picture very similar to the one below before the portal dissipates.




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