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Who: Akira Kurusu & Friends
What: Rescue your bestie from torture!
When: November, ambiguously.
Where: Sleeper farm.

Content Warnings: Blood, torture, emotion, graphic descriptions of violence, trauma, generalized consequences of PTSD, the usual suspects.

[ As far as bad days go, this one ranks pretty high, Akira thinks. For all that everyone had warned him in depth about October, it looks like November is going to be the peak of bullshit for Akira's overall experience.

So that's how he finds himself struggling into consciousness with pain radiating out of every possible part of his body that he can detect. He can't open his eyes for a second, and panic builds until he realizes it's because they're stuck shut with drying blood -- prying them open manages to rip out a few eyelashes, but it's a blip on the radar of his overall pain scale.

He's kind of reminded of Okinawa, actually, which is something he'd rather not be reminded of right now when he's strung up from the ceiling by his wrists. He supposes he should be grateful that he's just chained up instead of being held aloft by one of the thick hooks that spackle the room, but he's also pretty sure his shoulder is dislocated, so it's a very six of one, half dozen of the other sort of situation.

His head aches, so that explains the blood on his eyes; there's a long, shallow cut down his left side that goes from his wrist to his ankle, and it's completely soaked his clothing to the point of dripping slowly onto the floor below him.

It's manageable, at least. It's more beat up than he thinks he's experienced before -- especially since he doesn't actually remember it happening -- but it's something he can work with. He tilts his head back to get a good look at how his wrists are tied, the chains cutting off his circulation, and then he starts to slowly start to try and get enough of a grip on the metal that he can start climbing upwards.

He can hear a lot of noises that sound distinctly alarming, and he really wants to get out of this before whatever did this to him comes back. It's with that in mind that he carefully calls up Arthur to at least skitter out of the room and be able to alert him if anyone approaches.

Maybe he'll even find help. That'd be nice. ]

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[It's not exactly another person that Arthur runs into while searching for help, but it is a familiar face. The same crow that had robbed Akira the month before is slinking through the shadows of the hallways. Minden's human was also in a spot of trouble and he was looking for ways to free her.

He sees the other crow and he briefly takes a moment to look around to make sure none of those zealots are in sight. When the coast is clear he flies over to Arthur's side and gives a little squawk.

Bird Break Out?]

[She's never had to worry about where she stands with Akira, because for as little as he spoke, when he did he was usually very direct. He had a habit of sometimes saying strange things that had nothing to do with... anything, really, but for the most part, when questioned he didn't dally. So that she hadn't heard from him in over a day was... alarming. Worse still, Akechi hadn't heard from him, and while she hadn't quite surmised anything was wrong immediately, she'd let the brunet know she was planning to look for him.]

[She hadn't expected him to come along, but she hardly minded. Especially with the kidnappings-- especially when they wound up where they did in what she had fondly dubbed "Senpai Quest". Kasumi, her Omen, curled tightly around her hips and flicked her tongue out of her mouth frequently to smell things, clearly agitated, and Sumire cupped two fingers under her jaw to stroke her neck absently. She'd gone quiet since they entered the building, progressing without making much sound at all in a way that displayed her own concerns, and startled when as she turned a corner there was a sudden caw and a small, dark shape swooped toward them.]

Oh, Arthur! Goodness, I'm glad to see you, come here-- [She holds an arm up for the crow to perch on, should he want to, and should Akechi be within view and earshot, she turns to give him a plainly frightened look.]

[ Arthur recognizes Minden immediately, and also recognizes that Minden does not seem to be attempting to hold anyone hostage for their shiny objects. Arthur hops over, cautiously, clearly on the lookout for anyone else that might wander down the hallway as an enemy.

Then he squawks back, carefully, flittering to the doorway of the room that Akira is in. Akira, meanwhile, seems to be attempting to rotate completely upside down to try and unlatch himself from the chains. It's going... poorly.

Bird break out. ]

[ Arthur flits up onto her arm automatically, looking a little put out that he in his normal crow form cannot more rapidly help Akira. He squawks instead, ruffling his feathers and then taking off again, flapping his wings towards the door that leads to Akira.

For a bird that's usually content to sunbathe with the snake and cat, it's clearly behavior that's a little urgent -- he's very discontent with the fact that Akira is chained up from the ceiling.

On which note: Akira is trying very hard to get down, culminating in some absolutely crazy gymnastic moves as he pulls himself upwards and tries to gain leverage by going upside down to try and get his hands free.

It's not doing great things for the blood loss. ]

[ Arthur hops, or maybe flaps, his way out out of the room containing Akira - and only a second later a gigantic fluffy cat is bearing down on him, intent on bearing him down towards the floor. Despite the aggressiveness of the approach there is no murderous intent behind his movements - probably because it's Maurice.

There's no sign of Akechi just yet - but if Maurice is here he can't be far behind. ]

[Minden takes off along with Arthur towards the door way and gets a glance at Akira. He was doing about as well as his human which wasn't really a good thing. Minden takes another look around the outside of the cell and does manage to catch sight of a set of keys hanging on the wall nearby.

There's another squawk as he takes off toward where they're hanging and tries to get a hold of them with his talon-

Unfortunately they are slippery with old blood and while it does come loose from the wall he can't get them on his talon and they fall down to the ground.]

[ Arthur does not sqwack when he's tackled, but it's a close thing -- and only because he's trying to be sneaky and not lead more trouble to his already in trouble owner. Instead he just wiggles, turning to smoke to escape Maurice's grasp and then stubbornly perching on top of the cat instead.

He wins, kind of. For now. He ruffles his feathers and then carefully lets out one cautious: ]

Caw! [ And then he's flying back towards the room he came from. Come on, come on, save Akira before he dislocates his wrists trying to wiggle out of chains. ]

[ Arthur goes and Maurice follows, trotting into the room like he owns the place and staring up at Akira with an aloof, imperious expression. Then he sits down right below him and starts to bat at the falling drops of blood. Typical cat, really.

Except for the part where he's a cat broadcasting a message for a certain someone to get over there right this second - and a certain someone does, though it takes him closer to a minute. Regardless, Akechi does eventually walk through the door, looking disheveled but uninjured and incredibly annoyed with the whole situation. He glances this way and that, looking for any possible eavesdroppers, before he steps into the room properly and finally speaks. ]

You look like shit.

[ Akira does, in fact, look like shit, so that's fair. He stops trying to pull himself up and just sort of dangles back down, but he's still tense enough that he can't manage to quite pull off any of his normal devil may care attitude.

He's willing to blame the blood loss. ]

I feel like shit. [ He says it at his normal volume, because if his desperate rattling of chains and grunting hasn't drawn anyone towards him yet, he's pretty sure he's in the clear for a little while longer. ]

You wanna help? [ Akira thinks he could probably manage to get down himself if given enough time, but... he's not quite sure how long he actually has. ]

[ Akechi has no answer to 'You wanna help?' that doesn't sound too sincere or too performative, both of which would be pathetic, so instead of saying either he steps forward and eyes Akira up and down for a moment. He sees how he can get Akira down, at least, but... ]

Anything broken? I'll need to pick you up to get you down.

[ Not that anything being broken will prevent him from doing what he needs, but at least maybe he can keep from making anything worse. ]

Hard to tell. Busy ignoring the pain. Ribs, maybe? [ He doesn't sound entirely sure, but it's because he's been genuinely so focused on the idea of escape that he hasn't been letting himself notice his injuries too much. If they're not the kind of injury that will kill him outright, then he can ignore it until he's somewhere safe. ]

I'd rather be down. [ Regardless of whatever temporary pain it might cause. Akechi could break a few more bones while he was at it and Akira would still count it as a net win if it got his feet back on the ground.

He's pretty sure his shoulders are verging on dislocating, but, well. That's the price you pay for trying to turn upside down and escape your literal chains. ]

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