Well, wasn't this a fine mess? Roxas had suspected the involvement of a Higher Nobody since the rescue. Nothing else could get so many Lesser Nobodies to work together. His fight with that Nobody has been a massive blunder. He'd let the guy's manner and clothing cause him to misjudge the situation. It had been obvious that this Nobody was still fairly new to his powers, but it had also become apparent that he was also a quick study. Having been beaten in the fight was bad enough. That it had been done by his opponent battering him with a bunch of large, blunt chunks of glass was worse. Using the shovel to knock him out rather than one of the glass chunks was just plain mean.
Speaking of that, however, Roxas wasn't sure just how long he'd been unconscious. Waking up to find himself lying on a mattress in a glass cage had been a little surreal, at least until he recalled how he'd wound up unconscious in the first place. Discovering that his hands were bound and with yet more glass, this time in the form of glass shackles, had caused him a small bit of panic and a bit of pain as his struggles put unnecessary pressure on his injured wrist. He was uncertain as of yet whether his wrist was broken or not. His panic had briefly gotten worse when he realized there didn't seem to be any lock to either the cage or the shackles. It had taken a bit of effort to calm himself, but he had and now was inspecting his prison. It was tempting to kick at the bars and see if they'd break, but given that Nobody's powers and his likely allies, that had probably been taken into consideration. Idly, Roxas wondered if the nature of this prison was the reason for the lack of glass in the windows of largish room that housed the cage.
For all that he might have seemed calm, though, he was inwardly still a bit panicked. While he hadn't been severely injured, he had been just a little disturbed to note that his injuries hadn't been tended. Was it simply because his captors hadn't gotten around to it or was there another reason?
He was in the process of making another circuit of the cage and pondering on the possible reasons for all this when the Nobody entered the room, letting go a relieved sigh before turning to face the cage. Obvious question was obvious.
"No." Obvious reply was also obvious and while Roxas had considered saying more, he decided not to simply because there really wasn't anything more to say.
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Speaking of that, however, Roxas wasn't sure just how long he'd been unconscious. Waking up to find himself lying on a mattress in a glass cage had been a little surreal, at least until he recalled how he'd wound up unconscious in the first place. Discovering that his hands were bound and with yet more glass, this time in the form of glass shackles, had caused him a small bit of panic and a bit of pain as his struggles put unnecessary pressure on his injured wrist. He was uncertain as of yet whether his wrist was broken or not. His panic had briefly gotten worse when he realized there didn't seem to be any lock to either the cage or the shackles. It had taken a bit of effort to calm himself, but he had and now was inspecting his prison. It was tempting to kick at the bars and see if they'd break, but given that Nobody's powers and his likely allies, that had probably been taken into consideration. Idly, Roxas wondered if the nature of this prison was the reason for the lack of glass in the windows of largish room that housed the cage.
For all that he might have seemed calm, though, he was inwardly still a bit panicked. While he hadn't been severely injured, he had been just a little disturbed to note that his injuries hadn't been tended. Was it simply because his captors hadn't gotten around to it or was there another reason?
He was in the process of making another circuit of the cage and pondering on the possible reasons for all this when the Nobody entered the room, letting go a relieved sigh before turning to face the cage. Obvious question was obvious.
"No." Obvious reply was also obvious and while Roxas had considered saying more, he decided not to simply because there really wasn't anything more to say.