Healing Hands Room 101 :: Middleton A single bed room, with nightstand and two less then comfortable chairs, this is the standard room for a single patient. There's a window overlooking the gardens behind the hospital, and they can be opened to let air in (or to let patients escape, if that's their desire). It's fairly drab, but really, it's not meant for a long stay. Most people don't come to healers for the dcor, after all. Contents: Anri Obvious exits: Exit the Room It's a real nice chair. It doesn't mean she's happy to be in it. Her head is pounding, her eyes hurt... Hangover. Has to be. The newman's tongue slides out of her mouth before her eye even opens, running across the dried blood on her chin from where her oh-so-great new friend, Saya, decided to just punch her right the hell out. She kinda expected something like this to happen. At least it saved her from having to fight in the battle-- not that she knows it's happened at all, just yet. But even after such an action, she feigns her unconsciousness. Still slumped in her chair, the Hunter takes stock of her current condition. Her shield pack is missing, holster belts gone. Edges, gone. Jacket, gone. Choker, gone. Feels like someone moved her eyepatch at some point, what with the tiny creak of light filtering into it. Tilting her head back, she relaxes in the chair a bit and breathes a deep sigh. "What I wouldn't give for a glass of fuckin' water right now." Arms tied behind her back. Tied to the chair? Ankles, too. At least they're being through about this. When Anri opens her eyes, she might notice a few things about the room. 1) It's quite small, though adequate for two or three people. 2) The bed's already occupied by someone unconscious and bandaged to the nines. As is the floor. Someone's laid out on a pallet on the floor, slightly less bandaged than the one on the bed. 3) There's a crow perched on the back of the chair opposite Anri. When she gives sign of being conscious again, it crraks once, a curiously choppy, sharp sound rather than a stereotypical croak. It shifts its feet on its perch and cocks its head at her curiously. Several minutes later, there's the sound of footsteps outside, and the door to the room opens. "Saya" steps inside, looking rather dirty and worn--it's been quite a few hours since the battle, but she hasn't found the opportunity to wash yet. "Welcome back to the waking world," Tai'en says, placing her hands on her hips and eyeing Anri. Her nose crinkles a little. Stinks in here. Bloodied and bandaged people, not that she could help that. The crow's a little odd-- and she doesn't hesitate to make a loud groan as the crow wails it's stupid head right off, eyebrows run together and clenching her eye shut rather tightly. Too loud, the thing's too loud... Ah, there's the ol' bitch. Anri grins somewhat lopsidedly, eye squinting back at her supposedly-great drinking buddy. "I smelled an ambush. Had an idea something was up. Do I listen to my hunches? Nnnnnope." Tilting her head sideways, her teeth are bared in a little bit of a demented smile, looking up at the Five Point member through her bangs. "So, Saya! What comes next? A little chitchat, formal execution? Going to turn my chair around so you can suckerpunch me again?" A thought, and Judge's Ear Technique is turned on once again, having faded from the initial application during that first drinking run. In contrast to Anri's rather sorry state of hangover, the Exalt looks completely unaffected--by alcohol, at any rate. She looks a little tired otherwise. Thank goodness for Alcohol-Resisting Prana. Fortunately, it's been long enough since the battle that her anima has faded entirely. Cocking a brow at Anri's grumbles, Tai'en just snorts in disbelief. "And you're /surprised/ that you were ambushed, after walking into enemy territory for a drink? Please. Spare it for the gullible. Oh wait--that'd be you, wouldn't it?" Okay, yes, so she's not in the best of moods. "There'd be no point in a formal execution," she says with a careless shrug. "You're neither important enough to drive down the morale of the army, nor highly-placed enough to hinder their plans." Stepping across the person stretched out on the floor, she moves to the chair where Tokk sits, and leans on the back of the chair. "Just wanted to ask a few questions, mostly. Little things, you know. What plans the military had, where their officials and remaining supplies are located, and so on and so forth." Much of this could likely be found via the use of pyreflied Shuyin, but it never hurts to have either corroboration or something specific for Shuyin to look for. He is a little scattered, after all. "Ooo. What a harsh tongue. You look a little more ragged than when I last saw you-- did you have a little trouble or something? Nn? The people here seem a little on the freshly-wounded side, unless my eye decieves me." Anri yawns wide, smacking her lips and leg jerking on it's bonds a little. "... Enh. I'd cross my legs and get comfortable, but apparently that won't be happening, either. Oh-- what was it? Well. Plans. I remember the High General talking about going out for a walk as he made his way toward the nearest window- - and yes, we were on the first floor. There was a rumor going around they were trying to come up with a plan for the ultimate doomsday machine, too. Supposed to infect food, water, plants, you name it. They called it 'Re-Lax'. Makes you sit on the toilet until you shit out your guts. The storehouse is buried under the garden outside, just waiting for someone to find it." The newman turns her head a little, gazing out the building's window. "Get real, Saya. You think I would sing like a fucking canary? Sadly mistaken." "Nothing that can't be fixed," Tai'en says idly, waving a hand at the putative problems dismissively. "Wounds heal." The real issue, after all, wasn't the battle itself so much as the fallout from it. And even that would pass-- provided they're not overwhelmed in the week or so it would take to pass. But other issues are at hand, right now. It's at times like these that Tai'en /really/ regrets Phoenix's Curse. Things would be so much simpler if she could just use Irresistable Questioning Technique. As it is, she'll have to resort to cruder and not as effective methods... although at least she can tell if whatever comes out of Anri's mouth is the truth, even if she can't necessarily force the truth from her. Anri's final words elicit a laugh--a laugh that Tai'en makes purposefully loud and hearty. Looks like the woman's suffering from a fair hangover. "Oh, hardly. Not without some persuasion, at least." She smiles disarmingly. And then she turns on her heel and leaves. The crow remains behind, shifting on his perch and eyeing Anri beadily. He crraks again, almost as though laughing.