06-22-2018, 04:05 PM
Kanda wandered around the spectator's facility. No sign of Mickey or Gilgamesh anywhere. They either didn't want to be found or got taken to a separate facility by Syntech to avoid another Nippur incident. Whichever the case, the exorcist was on his own for now. The punished body of the warrior was aching all over; the king's demonic form had been more powerful than he could've ever anticipated. Impressed by its strength, disgusted by its source. It was more clear to him now than ever before; demonic influences continuously rotten the world around him. Whether it’s the Omniverse or back home, the story is always the same. Meaning the answer remains the same, demonic genocide. After seeing what happened to a good man like Gilgamesh the exorcist had a damn good idea where to start his crusade. But one thing at a time, now he had to regain his strength; after his bout with the King and his man-bat, Kanda was in desperate need of that famous Syntech healing.
Dragging his battered limp arm with him, Yu got irked by the fact that when he needed the Syntech pests they are nowhere to be found. Behind him, drops of blood left a clear trail upon the former clean latex floor. “Hey, Bratha- you gonna clean da’ up or wha?” A thick Jamaican accent echoed through the hallway Kanda was roaming.
The victorious warrior turned to see a rather unusual Syntech employee, smoking what seems to be not-a-cigarette. The smoke that left his thick, dark-skinned bottom lip rose up to where most of it vanished in his dense bush of dreadlocks. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?”
“Mi? Me be one o’ Karl’s Syntech people.” He smiled, revealing a set of shiny gold teeth while pointed at the logo on his shirt. “I be here to take care of you, my brethren. So tell’me, what ails you bratha?”
The exorcist’s stoic face remained unchanged, his eyes shifted from his mangled shoulder back to the unconventional employee. Unsure whether he was singing or talking, the exorcist kept quiet. “Yu be needing some healing then eh? I got just the thing.” From his pocket, he took a strange green bean and flipped it over to the Prime.
Kanda caught it mid-air, “A magic bean? You’re kidding me right?” Closing his fists he crushed the senzu bean to grains of green dust slipping through his fingers. “Not my style- Now where can I heal up.”
The Jamaican’s shattered laugh echoed throughout the empty hallway, “ Hahaha, yu are a stubborn man ain't ya? There be some rejuvenation baths down da hall, big white door. Ya can’t miss it. Yu be takin care o’ you’self, brethren.” Karl’s lackey sends him off. The remarkable collection of weirdo’s this man seems to be able to put on his staff keeps surprising Kanda. Alas, he had what he needed; a place to lick his wounds and gather his thoughts with some peace and quiet.
The hinges of the door squeaked as Yu pushed them open. The warm steam pressed against his face- like a tropical heat it engulfed the prime, opening up his pores by simply being present. Through the steam, he noticed two round shaped hot tubs filled with a light emerald colored liquid. The lights at the bottom of each tub illuminated the room, coloring the haze of mist lingering throughout the chamber the same shade of green. A lingering, soothing aroma dug itself deep in the prime’s nostrils, calming his nerves with every breath of air filling his lungs. Yu closed his eyes, the atmosphere in the room alone already had a healing effect on the prime. It must be one of Syntech’s hidden gems seeing as he was alone- the solitude was most welcome. It was simply perfect for him. Leaving his torn shirt on the floor Kanda lowered himself into one of the tubs, the warm water reached up to his stomach before sitting down. The oddball in the hallway wasn’t kidding, his wounds started to regenerate at an unusually fast rate.
“Relax bratha, it’s my own special brew. Yu be feeling liberated in no’time” The exorcist could hear the voice, but not see it’s source. But, he did not care, a new form of calm took over his mind. He laid his head back against one of the pillow-like cushions embedded on the edge of the tub. The mind of the warrior rewind back to the battle fought. Realising how he fought Gilgamesh, a man he swore to protect, with lethal intent. Something that the King probably won’t take as a minor offense- a problem for another time. Whatever this herbal aroma was it allowed Kanda to let this kind struggle go. It was a genuine concern, would he be expelled from Nippur for raising his sword, or would his intentions be recognized as an act of bravery? Only time would tell.
There was still the matter of his partner, the enemy of Nippur. The -so-called- mouse of destruction. Kanda was aware of the stories and history both primes had, what happened in the past in the now revived city. Teaming up with Mickey might not have been his choice, but fighting side to side with him was. Once all of this was over, he would probably have some things to answer for. So many issues, it was, however, so difficult to care when you’re this relaxed. The worries of the primes slowly drowned in the mysterious aroma of the medical bathhouse. Consciousness started to merge with the dream world as his mind drifted off.
The voodoo-esque voice echoed off in the far-far distance, “Dive in dat deep ‘n dark waters of your soul, Bratha. Yu’ll find dem answers dere.”
Dragging his battered limp arm with him, Yu got irked by the fact that when he needed the Syntech pests they are nowhere to be found. Behind him, drops of blood left a clear trail upon the former clean latex floor. “Hey, Bratha- you gonna clean da’ up or wha?” A thick Jamaican accent echoed through the hallway Kanda was roaming.
The victorious warrior turned to see a rather unusual Syntech employee, smoking what seems to be not-a-cigarette. The smoke that left his thick, dark-skinned bottom lip rose up to where most of it vanished in his dense bush of dreadlocks. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?”
“Mi? Me be one o’ Karl’s Syntech people.” He smiled, revealing a set of shiny gold teeth while pointed at the logo on his shirt. “I be here to take care of you, my brethren. So tell’me, what ails you bratha?”
The exorcist’s stoic face remained unchanged, his eyes shifted from his mangled shoulder back to the unconventional employee. Unsure whether he was singing or talking, the exorcist kept quiet. “Yu be needing some healing then eh? I got just the thing.” From his pocket, he took a strange green bean and flipped it over to the Prime.
Kanda caught it mid-air, “A magic bean? You’re kidding me right?” Closing his fists he crushed the senzu bean to grains of green dust slipping through his fingers. “Not my style- Now where can I heal up.”
The Jamaican’s shattered laugh echoed throughout the empty hallway, “ Hahaha, yu are a stubborn man ain't ya? There be some rejuvenation baths down da hall, big white door. Ya can’t miss it. Yu be takin care o’ you’self, brethren.” Karl’s lackey sends him off. The remarkable collection of weirdo’s this man seems to be able to put on his staff keeps surprising Kanda. Alas, he had what he needed; a place to lick his wounds and gather his thoughts with some peace and quiet.
The hinges of the door squeaked as Yu pushed them open. The warm steam pressed against his face- like a tropical heat it engulfed the prime, opening up his pores by simply being present. Through the steam, he noticed two round shaped hot tubs filled with a light emerald colored liquid. The lights at the bottom of each tub illuminated the room, coloring the haze of mist lingering throughout the chamber the same shade of green. A lingering, soothing aroma dug itself deep in the prime’s nostrils, calming his nerves with every breath of air filling his lungs. Yu closed his eyes, the atmosphere in the room alone already had a healing effect on the prime. It must be one of Syntech’s hidden gems seeing as he was alone- the solitude was most welcome. It was simply perfect for him. Leaving his torn shirt on the floor Kanda lowered himself into one of the tubs, the warm water reached up to his stomach before sitting down. The oddball in the hallway wasn’t kidding, his wounds started to regenerate at an unusually fast rate.
“Relax bratha, it’s my own special brew. Yu be feeling liberated in no’time” The exorcist could hear the voice, but not see it’s source. But, he did not care, a new form of calm took over his mind. He laid his head back against one of the pillow-like cushions embedded on the edge of the tub. The mind of the warrior rewind back to the battle fought. Realising how he fought Gilgamesh, a man he swore to protect, with lethal intent. Something that the King probably won’t take as a minor offense- a problem for another time. Whatever this herbal aroma was it allowed Kanda to let this kind struggle go. It was a genuine concern, would he be expelled from Nippur for raising his sword, or would his intentions be recognized as an act of bravery? Only time would tell.
There was still the matter of his partner, the enemy of Nippur. The -so-called- mouse of destruction. Kanda was aware of the stories and history both primes had, what happened in the past in the now revived city. Teaming up with Mickey might not have been his choice, but fighting side to side with him was. Once all of this was over, he would probably have some things to answer for. So many issues, it was, however, so difficult to care when you’re this relaxed. The worries of the primes slowly drowned in the mysterious aroma of the medical bathhouse. Consciousness started to merge with the dream world as his mind drifted off.
The voodoo-esque voice echoed off in the far-far distance, “Dive in dat deep ‘n dark waters of your soul, Bratha. Yu’ll find dem answers dere.”
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You're naive. We're destroyers, not saviors. - Yu Kanda