Muraki's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

[madetosin]

Who: Muraki and YOU???
What: Retribution from the fairies
When: Friday, September 21 (Day 3 of Masquerade plot)
Where: Starting in his room on the 4th floor
Rating: R - for small amounts of gore and injury.

He should have known things were off the moment he woke up. The pounding headache that had crawled it's way into the back of his skull and burrowed in like it was intending to stay there without any clue as to the reason for it's occupation was the first. The second, after he'd managed a shower that had done nothing and then gotten dressed, was that the fairy he'd managed to capture the day before had escaped during the night.

It had been easy enough to subdue the creature, after which he pinned it to the table like a hissing, spitting, angry butterfly and proceeded carefully vivisect and study it. Even more intriguing when he'd found the things could not actually die.

He walked over to the desk, covered with blood and pages and pages of notes and diagrams. He pressed his hands to the desktop for a moment, then reached out to clean up the impromptu workspace.

If it hadn't have been for the headache, he might have noticed the missing scalpel - at least, before a group of fairies had driven it right through his hand and into the wood.

He screamed, mostly in rage, as they swarmed him, tiny fingers and razor sharp fangs pricking his skin and shredding any piece of cloth they could get to.

Growling, he ripped the scalpel out of his hand and slammed out the door and into the hallway, issuing a cloud of the tiny demons behind him. He closed the door behind him, but it seemed to make little difference. If he could just get clear of them long enough to teleport somewhere safe...

"Get off!"

He stalked down the hallway, not quite running as the fairies continued to tear his clothing to ribbons. Feet away from the elevator and his world tipped sideways, as a surge in the tiny pests pushed him off his balance and over the cusp of the stairs.

Muraki had a bare moment to consider that, perhaps, interfering with something the castle had spawned before he could observe their behavior was rash, before he was falling downward, landing in moments in a heap on the first landing.

Tiny voice giggled from the floor above.

"You win," he said unhappily, spitting a little blood onto the stone floor.

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[ninjainviolet]

And who did he fall in front of? One very startled ninja who immediately looked up, hoping to see who could have done this to the man. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the fairies above her giggling; they had been nothing but nice to her and she had enjoyed their company. So, what had happened?

Only one answer came to her as she took in the whole scene again; the man must have been mean to them. While she didn't agree with his actions, she couldn't leave him in the condition he was in. Once more looking up, she addressed the fairies directly.

"I don't know what happened, but he's hurt. I can't let him suffer like this. Would it be all right if I helped him?" She hoped that some of the fairies she had helped were in the group and would convince the others to allow her to continue.

[madetosin]

There was another wave of giggling mixed with a few scattered hisses, but they didn't seem to many any more moves to attack him, perhaps in deference to her request.

"I'm fine," Muraki said, ruining the statement somewhat by his attempt to push himself up and collapsing at his right arm protested strongly at the action. Clearly not an option. Hard to tell if it was broken, he mentally noted, as he switched to his left arm. Pushing up on his profusely bleeding hand wasn't pleasant, but was at least possible.

[ninjainviolet]

Sheena watched the fairies above her, her expression growing concerned as she waited. Whatever this man had done, it had to have been horrible for them to have tossed him over the side. When they made no move towards him, she nodded and said, "Thank you."

Giving the creatures one last small smile, she turned to him, her brows knitting in both anger and concern. "No, you're not," she told him, bending down to help take some of the weight off his arm. She glanced at his right arm, but without knowing if it was broken, she wasn't about to give him a gel. They were great for healing quickly, but a broken arm had to be set first--like usual.

"Let's get you to the clinic."

[madetosin]

With Sheena's help, the doctor managed to find his feet. Thankfully, his legs seemed to be functioning just fine after the fall, though horrifically sore in a few spots. There'd be bruises, of course, but he'd have to wait to ascertain the damage.

"Very kind of you," he said, rather dryly, as he cradled his right arm with his other hand and glared up the stairs out of the corner of his silver eye.

Being found like this was insult to injury. Honestly...overpowered by fairies. What would people think? But perhaps somewhat to his advantage to appear weak, though his pride was sure to suffer in the process.

[ninjainviolet]

"No problem," Sheena replied, holding him up as best as she could without hurting him further. After a fall like that, she was both surprised and impressed that he hadn't sustained any truly serious injuries--let alone a broken leg or two.

His left hand, though, was another story. Sheena's experience told her that was a wound inflicted by a small knife or something similar--possibly a kunai. And no matter how much she didn't want to believe it, she knew that it had to have been dealt by the fairies.

Fortunately for him, Sheena didn't think he was weak. Rather, she felt that he was a victim of the castle's ways. After all, if the castle can take things away from the people it brings here, why not enhance the abilities of the creatures native to it?

"We'll go when you're ready."

[madetosin]

The arm might be broken. Hairline fracture, maybe, he mentally catalogs. Impossible to tell by feel.

He's about to speak before another buzzing of wings cuts in followed by a loud ping as metal impacts stone a few feet away.

The scalpel. Hilarious.

He pauses to spit a little more blood on the ground. Bit himself on the way down too. Lucky he didn't lose a tooth.

"Ready."

[ninjainviolet]

Sheena was on his left side, avoiding the arm he cradled, when the fairies dropped off the scalpel. Her eyes narrowed as she took a closer look at the instrument then peered at the wound on his hand.

It matched.

"All right," she said, more to the small creatures than to him. She looked up at the fairies as she started leading him off, concerned. "Will you be okay while I help him?" She hated to see these beings she considered gentle and reminded her of Sylph be angry or harmed.

[madetosin]

The tiny creatures watched them carefully for a few moments as Sheena being to walk away. They didn't answer, but seemed to quiet, and just as abruptly swarmed away as one.

Muraki watched them go with a dispassionate expression.

"You have a way with them."

[ninjainviolet]

Sheena looked up when the fairies flew away, her eyes still concerned. What exactly had this man done to deserve to be injured by them? Although an important question, it wasn't quite as important as making sure he was taken care of.

Still holding on as gently as possible as she led him, she looked at him. "Not really. I was only polite to them, that's all."

[madetosin]

He watched her back, understanding that she was questioning the situation. He could see it in her face, enough though she hadn't asked directly. Would it be possible to claim that he'd been unfairly singled out by the creatures? He suspected not, but no reason to outright confess either.

"Mmm. They are rather simple and reactionary things."

[ninjainviolet]

And that comment told her quite a bit--especially the word "simple". She had heard it about herself too many times in her life, not to mention said it about herself, not to regard it as nothing more than an insult. Amazingly, her promise to protect and help others overrode her natural tendency to be "reactionary" herself and she merely looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"They are people with feelings and emotions. They can be hurt and insulted just like everyone else."

[madetosin]

They bled like everyone as well, but didn't dispose Muraki to be any more sympathetic to them, but the fact that they did not seem to able to die made them at least interesting, whereas most humans were weak, pointless creatures. He'd paid for his interest by underestimating them, but he could care less for their petty little feelings. Any more than he could care for hers.

His face remained impassive, as if her words were so much white noise. "No more than animals."

[ninjainviolet]

Her eyes narrowed even further as she took in his words. They were "simple" and "things" no better than animals in their feelings and reactions. As she turned to him, she took notice of the wound in his hand again, and remembering the cause of the injury, pushed the insult she originally planned to throw at him and asked a "simple" question instead.

"So tell me, when that knife was stuck in your hand, did you stand there and take it, or did you react by fighting or running away?"

[cheerupemoborg]

Heavy foot steps approach Muraki.

"How undignified."

A red flash pierces the air, now much hotter than it was not five seconds ago. The fairies scatter, the spot they were in on the floor above now heavily burnt and blackened.

"Listen up! Just because I can't hurt any of you doesn't mean I can't catch you and shove you in a toilet."

The threat will no doubt be ignored, but Hank doesn't seem to mind all that much. He looks back down at Muraki, not caring if the fairies decide to go after him next.

"Having fun?"

oh my god it took me a month to get to this I'm sorry

[madetosin]

Well, that was an enlightening display.

It takes the doctor a moment to turn his attention from where the fairies were to the man standing near him. He arches a brow and calmly pushes himself up with his left hand, heedless of the blood smear it leaves.

"It's the most excitement I've had since I got here."

Which was actually true.

[cheerupemoborg]

"A shame your first experienced had to be so unpleasant."

Not to mention a little embarrassing. No one wants to get their butt handed to them by fairies.

[madetosin]

That, unfortunately, went without saying. If this has been back home he'd maybe have been able to summon something to wipe them out of existence, or at least distract them. But sadly that wasn't possible here.

"And they don't even have the curtsey of dying messily to take the sting off."

[cheerupemoborg]

Hank scans Muraki's body with his eyes to assess the damage.

"Paradisa likes to frustrate us, in any way that it can. What better way to do that than deny us simple revenge?"

[madetosin]

Most of the damage isn't major, except for the rather obvious but small stab wound in his left hand and the less obvious but minor fracture in his right wrist.

"True. I wonder if the immortality is their own property, or if the castle sustains them that way..." he says, frowning a little as he shifted an discovered the damage to his arm on his own.

[cheerupemoborg]

"Even if it wasn't their property, no doubt the castle would make them that way just to vex us.

You must have hit the ground hard."

[madetosin]

"Stairs have edges," he said bitterly, slowly pushing himself to his feet with nothing more than a slightly pained hitch of his breath. How annoying.

[cheerupemoborg]

"If I were you, I'd head to the clinic."

[madetosin]

"It's on my to-do list..." he replied dryly, then paused to lick some of the blood from the palm of his hand.

[cheerupemoborg]

Grody!

"Hope it's at the top, then."

[madetosin]

"I assure you I won't die in the next few minutes."

That said, he shot Hank a dry smirk and started down the hall.