All the Burning Lies [OPEN]

[next_to_legendary]

Characters: Mr. Legend & OPEN
Location: Death City Central Hospital
Rating: PG
Time: March 3rd - Afternoon to Evening
Description: Mr. Legend is in the hospital recovering from his entry into Death City, and he's hoping for answers as well as visitors.


[Scenario 1]
He had been scolded for pushing himself too far with the network post, and the staff had even threatened to put him to sleep with medication if he refused to rest on his own volition. While he was in agony, this odd sharp clarity was not something that he could give up without a fight, and it was strange to think of fighting anything. He had given up long ago, yet the knowledge that there were answers here was invigorating. When was the last time he had asked questioned or better yet, when was the last time he cared about the answers?

As he lay in his bed staring towards the window, he couldn't well make out much. They had to lubricate his eyes to keep them from drying out because of his burns, so his vision was mostly a blur. It forced him to lay quiet and thinking, reflecting on matters he hadn't in a very long time. Most of it, he didn't want to think about, but it plagued him. There was no drink to soothe him, and even the notion of a cigarette sickened him and flared the pain throughout his body.

Yet, he was forced to wait for answers. They would come; the people of Sternbild always rose to summons, especially Heroes. It was their job, their duty to rise when called upon. If they had any integrity, they would find him, and he could know his painful truth. Did the city thrive? Did his family survive?

Swallowing hard, his jaw twitched as emotion threatened to overwhelm him with just a thought of his family. His jaw then tightened with agony and he couldn't help but strain in his bedding and bandages. It only served to increase his agony. Soon enough, he wasn't strong enough to fight his pain and was forced to bear it because he didn't want their drugs. They drugged him at night to keep him quiet, but that lucid state took all the clarity away. He needed it.

Turning his head to look towards the door, he could make out its dark shape. And he waited, hopeful but anxious for any news, any people who might come.

[Scenario 2]
The excitement of being able to see and speak with other people again was too much for him. Not only had he been scolded by his doctors for pushing himself too far, but he had been ordered to keep himself calm from now on. He had felt bad for the nurse who had graciously helped him, had taken a risk by allowing him to see beyond the small white room where he resided. He suspected that she would be spoken to and would have to apologize when he next saw her.

He was quite tired from pushing himself in such a manner as well, though he wondered if the people of Sternbild would come, Kotetsu and Barnaby. He hoped they would, which meant that he would have to be fresh to use his voice again. That was if the doctor allowed him to have visitors at all, but it was very important.

He agreed to be kept quiet and even for them to ease some of his suffering enough that he could nap during the day hours. They would wake him for dinner, and he drifted off to a drug-induced rest where he was forced to rest in a dreamless state. His dreams were normally so full of pain and agony that this was a thankful change of pace as well, though he couldn't allow himself to get comfortable on them. He didn't want the addiction, the need to rely on those medications.

Hours began to pass him by, though he was completely unaware. Soon he would wake, and he wished that it was to people to provide him answers.


[OOC: Two scenarios to choose from. Please indicate which you'd prefer. Action or prose is completely acceptable.]

Comments

Much later in the working day. Probably around 8pm'ish

[hand_of_judgement]

Yuri had initially passed the announcement off as a figment of his imagination. The Madness Wavelength in this world had undoubtedly affected him and brought forth the memories from his mind in order to deliver a new method of guilt onto him. So he had avoided looking at his communicator and had closed down that conversation. He didn't want to deal with such foolishness, not when there was so much to do in the way of his investigations.

That tactic had worked for a short while, and after cleaning up the spill over his desk, the Judge had returned to work. What peace he had deluded himself with didn't last for long, as soon enough the heroic pair had gotten in contact with him to confirm that what he had seen had been a reality.

He had felt a weight settle heavily in his stomach at that realisation. His father... no, that couldn't have been possible. There was no chance that he would ever find himself here. How could he? Not after everything that had happened... not when he hadn't--

Those thoughts were ones he abruptly shut off when they'd started. His heart was beating harshly against his chest as he weathered the torrential storm his memories and emotions were having, but outwardly there wasn't even a mere shadow reflecting how he was feeling.

He had remained at the Agency until well into the night. Part of him wanted to avoid what he didn't want confirmed, but eventually he had been drawn from the building as he silently made his way over to the hospital. He was quiet, and far more reserved than he usually was as he entered, and the Judge politely asked the nurse to direct him to the man's room. There was no chance of him acknowledging the man for who he could be, as he didn't want it to be true.

Yuri moved smoothly through the halls as he approached the door leading into his fate. Yet try as he might, the Judge couldn't help but feel an increase in fear as he took each step towards it. That had all happened twenty years ago. He didn't deserve to even be in the same room as the other man if it was him. Faltering right as he reached the door, his hand hesitated in reaching for the handle.

His fingers curled in towards the palm of his hand as he debated whether or not to enter. Was he ready to discover the truth? He had faced his father many times since that fateful day, had told him that everything he did was to prove himself to the man, but to see him as he was... to know what he had done...

The scar on his face ached in the next moment. The hand that had slackened shot up to grasp at it as he forced the pain away. He had to be stronger than this. Eyes narrowing, he did what he could to ignore the pain and the memories that flooded his mind. Steeling his position, his hand snapped down to grasp the handle as he opened it up and stepped into the room.

What mere moment of emotion he'd just displayed was gone the instant he stepped into that room, and after closing the door behind him, the Judge walked cautiously around the outside of the room until he was towards the foot of the bed and staring at the bandaged and obviously horribly burnt man sleeping on the bed.