themightybosstone | [StarRail PSL]

[StarRail PSL]

[The world was one of a constant, strange, cyclical war.

When the night fell on the highest moon of the furthest month, a Howling Storm took the planet, cut its cities off from each other and the visitors from their homes, When the Storm's first whining, hot wind struck, the imposing gates of the iridescent metal of this world would close, folding up and over, in a wall only Qlipoth could love.

The thud of bodies, the scrape of claws, mandibles and fangs added to the cacophony that the setting of the red sun provoked. It ebbed in the morning, but never enough to be safe. Never enough for the walls to come down.

In defiance, however, in these little hubs of survival, the nightlife was something quite impressive. Loud music played, lights blared, the night market was a roar of throats - the call of sellers and the flirtation of buyers.

All to carry on like a shield wasn't holding back the certain death of nearly everyone in the spaceport.

But you're here, waiting for the tired relief of morning. For the spaceport to open back up in a week.

It should have already ended. It SHOULD have been open yesterday.

But the Storm is longer than it's ever been here...]

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[ FROWNS DEEPLY...

It's read, but she doesn't respond for a while. Instead, he'll probably hear her voice somewhere down the hall an hour or two later, talking to one of the security. ]

Yes, I know. Yes. I'll take care of it from here, thank you.

[MAN STANDING EMOJI WHAT ABOUT ME HELLO]

[ YOU TRIED TO BRAIN HIM

I mean, there was nothing in that skull

BUT STILL.]

Edited 2024-07-29 19:36 (UTC)

[WAS THERE ANYTHING THERE TO BRAIN HUH WAS THERE???????????????????????????????????]

[ NO BUT ITS STILL PROPERTY DAMAGE OKAY ]

[ you'll manage ]

[When there wasn't a reply he really did assume he was going to have to figure out how to get out of here on his own. Especially before the Xianzhou got here or his travels would be cut REALLY short.

Honestly, he isn't sure it IS her- the muzzle restricts his ears from turning too. But he's stretched out as much as the heavy cuffs, collar and chains will allow.

He looks up wide, when one of the jailors opens the door.

"Last chance, you know, they'll refund you..."]

I can handle--

[ And she freezes as she walks in and sees him, muzzles and chained, and just stares openly for a moment. She's only known him for a little over a day and-- not to say she has any affection for him because she doesn't, but seeing him treated like an animal is...

Her brow furrows and she yanks the keyring out of the guard's hand, coming over to unlatch his bonds piece by piece. ]

I can handle him just fine, thank you. Please finish the paperwork and we'll be on our way.

[ "Don't say I didn't try." The guard says with a sniff and then - well he stays nearby because his KEYRING.

Sett groans with relief as the first piece comes off and he can work some circulation back in. Just because it HEALS doesn't mean it isn't a bitch in the mean time.

He tries to say something to her but it really is incomprehensible. ]

[ She tilts her head, slightly-- then huffs, and just works on removing the collar and then the muzzle, dropping each unceremoniously onto the floor with a clear air of disgust.

She tosses the keyring back to the guard as she stands upright again. ]

Thank you for your assistance.

[ He stands and lifts his chin, staring down at the guard while they back out of the room carefully. He doesn't make any aggressive movements, but that doesn't stop the sense of fear.

When they're gone, he sways and leans back against the wall, fingers rubbing at his neck. The serrations to keep him from transforming were just generally uncomfortable.]

Thanks, I uh... when we get back, I'll make sure to square us.

[ She's-- well. Deeply embarrassed, to have to come fetch him like an unruly child, and have to use her family's money for something they would abhor besides. But once they're gone she turns back to watch him, brow furrowing instead in faint worry. ]

... I don't see how you would, if you couldn't afford your own bail. Are you going to be able to make it back?

Well, it's not going to be easy. But I've a few bounties in my back pocket I could hunt down. Get a good bit of the way.

[ It's literally how he's gotten THIS far. ]

... Then I'll be patient.

[ looks him over once more... then motions to the door for him to follow her out. ]

...

Wont let you down.

[ That's better than he deserves. Why is she...? His tail hangs low as his ears do as he follows after.

There's just-

A tick of a pause, a corridor that smells like Dan Feng-]

[ she notices his pause, so she does too, glancing at him and then down the hall. ...? ]

[Will you go down that corridor? If you do, you'll keep going for a while - and it's progressively getting colder, plunging into subzero temperatures, until you round a corner, and you see a jail cell. In said jail cell is their errant third - strung up in chains, and staked right through the heart with what looks like a giant, fuckoff, Sett-sized nail.

He does not look discomfited by any of this. In fact, this might was well be a nice napping spot, judging from the way his tail swishes up lazily back and forth on the floor.]

[ The flicker in the corner of his eye was likely expected.

Sure, she could have just opened things up.

But what fun is in THAT. Honestly, it would be BORING. ]

Heh.. wwwwooow you overdid it this time. You DO know that [ She mimes flipping through a folder, fingernails sparkling a little in the motion. ] 'evisceration' is an interpretation of fight a guy, Fengie.

...

[ His tail swishes through the air. ]

The other guy's that way.

I can't afford to bail him out, and they wouldn't let me besides.

[ But she turns down the hall anyway, to head down and check, since Sett clearly wants to. ]

I doubt he'll let himself be contained for very long.

[ WHO SAID HE WA- yeah he does. ]

Yeah. I heard em talkin' about getting the Xianzhou. They're willing to drop the shielding to get him off planet.

No idea how THAT'S gonna go.

If the Xianzhou Zhuming is coming to pick up such a dangerous prisoner it's unlikely they'll come alone. They can handle the Swarm just fine, and then we can likely leave as well.

[ She continues down the hall until they reach Dan Feng's holding cell and she just... stops, and stares at him.

Unlike how she looked at Sett, chained and muzzled, there's no pity in her gaze-- just narrowed disdain and something bordering on hatred. ]

[ That nail is absolutely not overkill, actually. Also the cold... are they trying to force hibernation or...

He glances at Val. Man... that expression. She DOES know him.

Well, this all tracks. ]

So I'd like to finish things but your bail is at like... 3 times your bounty and I don't think even the IPC has that much spare change.

Visitors! Valencia. Sett.

[Dan Feng rolls his shoulders with a wet, cracking sound, and lilts their names at them: Valencia he had gotten from the script, and Sett he had gotten from their prison intake.]

To what do I owe the pleasure?

[ She slowly looks over his restraints, just letting Sett talk.

The fourth link from the top right has a stress fracture in it, exacerbated by the cold. It'll be fragile, pulled at the strength Dan Feng is capable of. The cold itself is a good idea but not cold enough-- they should have doused him with water to freeze him beforehand, to keep him slow and miserable, because his leaking blood won't be enough with Yaoshi's influence feeding him. The nail isn't a horrible idea for being large and cumbersome but it would have been better to use many smaller, anchored blades-- ones through all of his major organs and driven into his spine. It wouldn't stop him forever, but it would keep him in place much longer.

Rather than expend this much energy to keep him contained, they should have locked him in a barrel of acid. That would at least have kept him under wraps long enough for the Zhuming to arrive. But, Val supposed, this was taxpayer dollars at work.

She finally looks back to him, silent for a long moment. ]

I was curious to see how they would choose to restrain you and, unsurprisingly, it's lacking. It's too much to hope you'll rot down here, and save everyone the trouble of your existence.

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