Closed Life in a Glass House

[Artur]

As Miro told Artur just how things were about to change and how trying it would be for him, the bear could only sulk even further with further poorly made attempts to smile. He was terrible at it no less, but given that he was a quick learner with things like this, he need only practice it after a while before he would be good at hiding such troubled expressions. Either way he felt part of himself no longer the same, he was conflicted deep down and the whirlwind of emotions he felt within just didn't seem to die down. Was this something he needed to fix? Was he somehow broken deep down? He didn't know for sure, but he did know for a fact that it wouldn't matter to him anymore seeing as how he will have a young one to raise. That above all would have to be important.

KRI was in view and its facility only served a constant reminder of their destination, all while Artur struggled to contain his inner fears of returning to that place. How long did he have nightmares after his escape? How long did he suffer terrors of being subjected to more tests even after his escape from the horrid prison? Gyatt never really did much to help them because there was hardly anything he could do, and with Artur belonging to Miro it was only natural he did his best to hide it. Yet after a while the Kelvic somehow wound up moving past it, the nightmares lessened a little over time as he found himself in a place of comfort over time. Now though... it felt like he'd fallen back into one of those nightmares, and he did it with the ferry no less which only made the reality seem worse. Still he managed to keep himself distracted, enough to ignore the feelings of his stomach tossing around anyway.

I never wanted to go back there... I still don't... we can leave now, just forget all about this and... His conflicted feelings rolled out then, as he felt his own skin turn to stone as he glared in terror at the institution. Kelvic Research Facility. How hard it was going to be for Artur to get there.... he didn't know up until now anyways. He hadn't even moved to get out of the Ravosala when it finally reached a stop at the docks, he felt too heavy as though a single inch would lead to him sinking within the lake. But he had to do this.... he had to face his nightmare once more. My... child needs me. He's going to be saved, by Miro and by me! He ground his teeth together as he started to stand nervously, his legs felt weak as he climbed over onto solid wooden ground to be free of the motions that the water inflicted in his stomach. "We're on the way then..." He pointed out with a silent gulp as he kept his breathing under control, by now he felt his stomach roll and it wasn't just because of the trip over the water.

It was because he would soon finally visit the nightmare he so desperately wanted to forget.

[Miro]

Miro paid no more attention to his slave on the ride north. This particular ferry, it went almost directly to the KRI, convenient as it was. Though there were some concerns about the Hypnotism that may be required, about the Djed it would take. Leeching was the solution, but without a proper source, it was of poor compensation. Nonetheless, it was better than nothing.

The Leecher began to open himself to the environment and pull it inward. He opened his every pore and began to absorb the Djed around him into his body. A slow and passive process, it was quite ineffective unless given some time. Luckily that was all they had. This trip was just as long as the one to the post, time was a luxury. The best thing the wizard could do now was clear his mind.

Meditation was the best way to pass time. It helped to ease stress, relax the mind and body, foster clear thinking. The clarity would be much needed, as would the focus. Magic and business both required a well tuned mind. So the undead sat himself with his legs crossed beneath him. He closed his eyes and began to shut out the world around him.

Darkness surrounded him, though still his mind was cluttered. With thoughts of Artur, the new slave, the Hypnotism, so many things that ran through his mind. He visualized them all, these things that bothered him, and they surrounded him. They shone like bright lights that illuminated the dark, clouded his focus. They were not easy to shut away, but he had to focus.

Miro began to focus on the darkness he saw, count breaths in and out, imagine his consciousness drifting from these plaguing thoughts. The burning lights seemed to fade, become distant, and their glare faded entirely into obscurity. Slowly the troubles of the world faded entirely, replaced by clarity of mind. It was in this state the undead would remain until disturbed.

[Artur]

Though he was by far reluctant to enter the ferry to KRI for multiple reasons he knew it couldn't be helped, thus he swallowed a deep breath and ignored the fact his stomach didn't act so agreeable in that particular moment, and then went ahead with plopping on down into the ferry as his master had done the same. As the ticks went by they were headed from the docks and across the lake, which was something that Artur could distract himself with. The fact he could watch as the city moved past him kept his mind off a couple things while it lasted, but when the time where there was nothing but water around them for miles came, he was then left to face the grim reality of what was to come alone.

Water. Water for miles and both the institution and shore looked to be far away, so what was Artur suppose to do in the mean time that helped kept him distracted? Well his master Miro decided to meditate by the looks of it, maybe that was enough to help pass the time! Okay... think.... think... what do I think about? The twinges in his stomach started, simple rolls soon followed as he felt uncomfortable with the continuous movements that occurred. I'm not going to get sick, I'm not going to get sick. It was the same exercise Miro taught him back in spring, the idea that telling yourself that you wouldn't get sick bound to work, at least sometimes given that most days it did help while other days it did not. Oh how was it that today just happened to be yet another one of those days, given that his entire belly begged to differ from it.

How much time had passed? Ticks? Chimes? He hoped enough chimes had passed, but in truth wished it were bells. Within several bells they would've already been there by now... Oh... The bear opened his eyes at a subtle sign, a sign that started to grow more and more the longer he tried to ignore it or make it feel better. More often then not he would work his bowels and make a few silent burps, and that would in turn delay the inevitable at best... which is all that it did. His stomach couldn't handle any more, the rolls turned into harsh heaves as the motions of the boat made him sick. He did his best to try and stop them, gags that were choked back to reduce any noise on his part were made, as he didn't wish for master Miro to bear witness the event that was about to unfold. Now it couldn't be helped.

Artur felt the final heave from his lower gut force everything he had up, and before he could do anything more to hold it back, vomit gushed up his throat in a burning and painful manner. The Kelvic closed his eyes as he leaned over the side, mouth dangled open while the putrid substance exited out. It burned. It really did burn. Though he did his best to be quiet about it, as he still wished to avoid bothering Miro, Artur couldn't help the retching that followed as more vomit proceeded to spew out. Oh! Oh Goddess! This is- More retching and this time he couldn't do anything about it, the burning of his throat and esophagus hurt as bad as it was. Now his stomach wanted to force everything he had out, and it sure as petch didn't make him feel better once it was all over.