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Ĭtpraṽmår Prison

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

This prison lies several hours outside of Wing City in the heart of Aslund. It lies in a flat plain with nothing visible for kilometers in any direction.

Ylanne holds sovereignty over Ĭtpraṽmår Prison, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Setting

In an ancient Terran language long forgotten, Ĭtpraṽmår meant something like "rugged mountain range." Ironically, the prison with this name is located in the middle of a flat plain, in a tidal basin. It belongs to the Terran National Government, which for all its reputation as a government of a relatively lawless world, perhaps fittingly operates very few prisons across the planet, no more than two in each region. The prison is a sprawling complex surrounded by three walls, and confines about a thousand people at any given time. It is magically fortified. The land around it is not entirely desolate, as outside the walls the wardens saw fit to cultivate at least some farmland.
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Ĭtpraṽmår Prison

This prison lies several hours outside of Wing City in the heart of Aslund. It lies in a flat plain with nothing visible for kilometers in any direction.

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Ĭtpraṽmår Prison is a part of Caldonia.

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Arianne Drulovic [81] "Call me what you will, Ms. Shaw," said Drulovic, inclining her head almost dismissively... "I imagine I could be called almost anything, and it would be, at least partially, true."
Aeka Takayama [53] The youngest princess in the Takayama family, snobbish and proud.
Hokushin [30] Warrior-Monk from the order of Raizen, and member of a secret elite unit.
Carlossss [1] Friendly

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Hokushin

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Eyes obscured by shadow darted back, and fourth to watch the guard as she resumed her count. He focused his Ki, he would have to return to his own cell before the count reached him, still hidden in the shadows with the Shadow technique, he watched the guard head off.

The distinct smell of incense filled the cell, the sweet aroma of incense from the farthest reaches of the Niihaman mountains, the smokey incense wafted out through the cell, and into the pod. The walking guard would too likely smell the incense, and find Hokushin cross legged in the center of the cell, eyes closed, in a meditative stance, the distinct feeling of eyes being on Ulrich never really seemed to fade, and where Hokushin had jabbed him turned into a nasty, and painful bruise. Ulrich was marked.

Before the other guard could leave Hokushin’s cell, he opened his eyes, and offered a grin.

He watched the shadows dance under the door, his grin remaining in the shadows.

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Hokushin

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Kestelman had given Ulrich a contemptuous look when she took his clipboard, but continued down the pod, marking each cell's occupant as she passed. The Taiyou detainee was an interesting one. Word had trickled down from the warden's office that he was waiting for pickup by the NPA. Seemed like they were taking their damn time. And of course, by the time Kestelman came by the cell where he'd been stashed for the time being, he was grinning at her like a fucking cat. She scowled, marked him on the sheet, and moved on, noting that Ulrich was still at the former TIB director's cell. "Finish up," she said, in a warning tone.

When Ulrich finally left, the old woman struggled to return to sleep. Such troubles had plagued her for decades now. It didn't help that the other officer had flipped the switch to turn the cell lights back on, the painfully bright lights illuminating nearly every corner of the space, and burning red even when she closed her eyes. The aroma of incense offered an illusory calm. She remembered the scent from her time on Niihama. She remembered too, what strange years those had been, the long years away from home first on Langara and then in the heart of the Taiyou Empire. She'd been a prize to be taken, claimed, won - it had disgusted her, all of it. But the old woman had always played her part. She was nothing if not dutiful and constant.

Sleep evaded her.

When morning came, the meal trolley rattled down the hall, an officer she didn't recognize unlocked the panel covering the slot in the cell's outer door, and slid the breakfast tray through before shutting and locking the panel again - all without so much as uttering a single word. Every part of Drulović's body seemed to scream in agony, the joints and bones stiff and swollen, old wounds aching sharply, and her hand trembling. She did not bother to move and attempt to retrieve the tray. She knew in an instant she wouldn't be able to make it the six feet from the bed to the door, not today.

She suspected it would be much the same until Aeka and Kendra returned to Shintenchi.

For the entire rest of the day, stretching into the rest of the week, no other visitors came for her. Only one brief letter in the mail, and another shot for the supposed contraband, signed by an officer whose name she didn't recognize. Even yard time was meant to be alone, while in solitary. She didn't suppose she'd have a chance to thank Hokushin, at least not without even a single slip of paper and something to write with.

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Hokushin

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In the days that followed, Hokushin would be seen, sitting in the middle of his cell, in the same place, every time. Whenever someone brought him food, he moved to eat, and neatly replace the tray near the door of the cell. It was like clockwork, it seemed Hokushin never slept, as he was never found in his bunk, rather he sat cross legged in the center of the cell, every day, when he wasn’t eating. It seemed Ulrich didn’t come back, of course the bruise in his chest served as a constant reminder, and stubbornly refused to heal.

It was on the fifth day, when the officers were making their checks, that Hokushin finally stood up from his spot in the cell, he was standing just a foot away from the bars that kept him separated from the rest of the pod.

“I want to see the Superintendant, why has the consulate not sent for me.” He called out, but figured the guards would ignore him anyway. He had planned for Ulrich to go to medical when the bruise didn’t heal, and when the report inevitably crossed Dr Krstveka’s desk, she would have enough sense to connect the dots.

Inevitably, Hokushin found himself seated cross legged back in the center of the cell, they only came for checks, and meal deliveries. He chuckled to himself, they didn’t even search his cell for contraband. Ulrich must have kept quiet.

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Hokushin Character Portrait: Andrijana Krstevska

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To his credit, minimal as it may be, Ulrich had instead gone to seen the doctor in town, rather than seeking help from the medical unit on the facility grounds. The doctor, an elderly man with almost cartoonishly large ears dropping on either side of his head, had stared in equal parts consternation, fascination, and horror. "Four days, and still such agonizing pain, without any sign of healing?" Ulrich had grunted a response. "This is no normal injury. It must be magical, supernatural, some other kind of force behind it." So Ulrich had done his best to avoid G Unit altogether for now, while quietly asking around to find out who knew anything at all about the Taiyou detainee who hadn't even been convicted of anything yet. Some rumors put it down to a political dispute the Taiyou preferred to keep quiet; others, to the former intelligence director's vast spy network. Ulrich knew it didn't matter exactly how the monk had gotten there. What mattered was finding out when, if at all, he'd be leaving.

Andrijana had kept her end of the bargain. The NPA hadn't even had to be contacted, and most of the employees at the facility were none the wiser. But she'd heard nothing yet about a rendezvous in Shintenchi. She was beginning to wonder whether, if at all, it would actually take place. As if by serendipity, though, the same day that Hokushin called out to the officers in G Unit, who were adept at casually mentioning inmate cop-out forms without ever actually making any effort to distribute - let alone collect - any such forms, Andrijana called down for Hokushin. "Just bring him up, easy."

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Aeka Takayama Character Portrait: Hokushin Character Portrait: Andrijana Krstevska

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It was easy, they listened, or so he thought, but it no doubt ran deeper than that, as he was being brought down from the unit to the office, a mail clerk peered into the office with a stack of envelopes, most of them were from the central office, or various law offices, mostly appeals paperwork, or court dates.

“You got a weird one today.” The clerk said with a look of confusion, as he pulled one envelope in particular from the stack, with a large ‘Par avion’ sticker on it, along with a postmark from the Narita Central Post, and a postage stamp valued at two hundred yen, the return address was printed in Terran English.

“The Offices of Her Honorable Shogun Takara Sato
1-1-1 Chuu, Narita-shi, Narita-Ken, Shintenchi”


The Clerk looked at it weirdly, the letter smelled faintly of cherry blossoms.

“Think it’s real?” He asked, handing the letter off, before turning to leave to carry out their duties.

When Hokushin was lead into the room, and should the envelope be opened, there would be a single piece of plain stationary inside, it had a date, and a time handwritten in a rather expensive calligraphy ink.

Hokushin stepped into the room, hardly resisting against his restraints, as they hung heavily from his body,

“I marked him.” Hokushin reported. “Health checks will reveal our mutual foe.” The Mazoku said cryptically.

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Hokushin Character Portrait: Andrijana Krstevska

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"Weird keeps things interesting." Andrijana took the letter, sliding a finger beneath the seal to open it, and gently sliding the paper from the envelope. She looked down at the delicate handwriting. Well, there was no real need for subtlety or subterfuge at this point. The message was clear. It would be another week. One more week until she'd find out what exactly Kendra Shaw wanted with the woman who'd been imprisoned for freeing her. She turned the letter facedown on the desk, and set it atop the stack of other mail, to be dealt with later. Maybe she'd send some of it down to counsel's office in the basement.

When Hokushin arrived, Andrijana raised an eyebrow at the officers who'd accompanied him. "Would you uncuff him, please? And leave us." The officers exchanged unreadable glances, but removed the restraints, stepping back into the hallway and shutting the door almost all the way. Andrijana thought she heard one of them mention something about the NPA, and the local sheriff. Andrijana motioned for Hokushin to take a seat at the table, waiting until the sound of footsteps had receded away. "Can I get you something to drink? Sorry about the officers." She shook her head. "So you're suggesting that I schedule mandatory health checks to discover the perpetrator? Is he an inmate or staff?"