Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

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[warriorscribe]

Zack? I don't know. I don't think anyone knows.

[Enoch tries to get a glimpse of the other, but is too far away. Wasn't someone saying something yesterday (Was it yesterday?) about memories...?]

[heroproceeding]

...Leave it to Miller. [ He grunts it out indignantly. Reaches up then to rub at his temples. To try to at least sooth them a little bit and maybe help ignore the nausea that continues to come and go in uncomfortable waves. ]

Still no sign of a way out either... huh?

[ Where at first there's aggravation in his voice, it soon morphs into something more of confusion. He's pretty sure... but maybe it's just him seeing something. But- ] Is it just me or was there someone out there?

[warriorscribe]

Someone did pass by my cell a moment ago. He- he said he was attacked. By us, the ones with the markings.

[He's forgetting a few important details. And Mycroft's name. But the big picture is there, at least.]

They're more free than we are, but still trapped. I don't think they would stay...

[heroproceeding]

What? We attacked them?

[ There's a touch of something in his voice beyond disbelief. Something that crawls within. A panic he can't quite rope in and even if he did, his expression would give it away anyway as he sits there, slack-jawed.

Tries to think back, think back... But all he draws is a blank.

Doesn't mean it didn't happen though. Doesn't mean it couldn't have as he looks down at his bandages again. As he purposefully tries to pry some off now. ]

[warriorscribe]

That's what he was certain of. We have wounds we didn't have before. [He swallows, and his voice wavers a bit when he continues. He doesn't want to believe it, himself. That it's happened again.]

And his wounds were certainly much worse than mine.

[heroproceeding]

[ The comment about having wounds they didn't have before draws Zack's attention enough for him to look up and raise any eyebrow in the midst of his work. But he doesn't say anything more than that. Not when he's busily attacking his bandages, now undoing one of the rolls over and over and over his arm. It doesn't take long before he can make out his injuries underneath.

To notice they're scratches. Some lighter than others. Some deep- almost looking like they once deeply punctured his skin. Some are scabbed over in half circles. Zack slowly touches his own hand over them. Lines up a pattern of five with his own. A smaller span of a hand, but... that just means...

Zack bites his lip harder than he intended and curses again. ] If we did, they tried to stop us.

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch goes deathly silent for a while. His immediate instinct was to answer that it was good. Because he remembers too well the way that people who should have been able to overpower him were rendered weak and helpless in the tower. How it had made everything so much worse. There's something empty in his tone, when he does finally speak.]

...I'm glad they had the chance to fight back. Hopefully, the people that are here are not all the people who were attacked.

[Maybe some got away. He can hope for that.]