Grabbing a set of scissors, Karina's mother stood behind her and started to clean up the ends of her hair. "Your hair used to be so long and beautiful." Karina decided that it was not worth replying. She didn't regret cutting her hair, it felt better having it shorter and out of her face more. Though she did admit that she probably hadn't done a good job in cutting her hair, which is why her mother now sat there trimming up the ends and evening it out. When she was done, she started to braid Karina's bangs back out of her hair, where it would meet with some sort of fancy bun, which Karina never bothered to learn to do. While her mother did that however, Karina slowly slid the scissors under her jacket, which was fold beside her. It took a few minutes for her mother to finish, but when she did, she simply collected her things and went to take Karina's clothes. "Don't take those." Karina instantly put her hand on the pile of clothes. "Oh, I was just going to clean them for you." But Karina doubted that she would get her clothes back if her mom cleaned them. It wasn't even the scissors she worried about, but she didn't wish lo lose anything in that pile. The coat was a reminder of the Black Coats group, and Lea who helped drag her out of a seemingly bottomless pit. The pants were from Beuce when things had gone all wrong, even if she didn't think she deserved it. Her pouch of keychains. She would never let that go. "Don't bother. If you take them dad won't give them back and you know it." She stated hoping her mother would understand. "Alright. Don't do anything too reckless." Karina could have sword there was a hint of a smile as he mom looked at her clothes. She hadn't missed the fact that the scissors were missing, but she didn't seem to be doing anything about it. For that she was thankful. However with that, the guards let her mother and and she was left alone once more. 12/30
Karina sat quietly before her mother as she cleaned and bandaged her hand. Her mother didn't speak to her much as she set to work bandaging the hand, but observing how quiet Karina was being eventually poured her another glass of whiskey. "It takes your mind off of things." She said quietly, her own bit of help for her daughter. Karina only nodded as she took a sip trying to hide the wince of pain as a small shard of mirror was dug out of her skin. Soon enough however her hand was cleaned and bandaged up to some extent. It was not perfect, but Karina had guesses why that would be. It would be unladylike to show the bandages, it was best to hide them, and since Karina saw no gloves with the dress, there would be nothing to hide the bandages with if they went any lower. With that done, Karina's mom picked up the dress and started to undo the ties on the back, before trying to help Karina out of her own clothes. "I can at least undress myself." She didn't need her mother doing everything for her. It hurt though, as she took off the pouch strapped to her leg. She remembered throwing it on the ground before she got her keyblade up. Ignis had picked them up and made sure that she kept them. There was no place to keep her keychains in a dress though. Her necklace was something that Karina didn't touch however. She would not lose that, and her mother, thankfully didn't question anything instead staring at the marks on Karina's now bare back. "I thought they would heal better." Her mothers quiet voice beckoned behind her as a cold hand touched her back. "Yeah, well they didn't have time to heal properly for a while when I was on the run." Karina snapped more than she expected, which set her mother to going back to trying to dress her. Karina stepped into the pink dress as her mother brought it up and started to lace up the back, tightly. Karina found it almost too tight. She couldn't move her arms properly, she could hardly breath as her mother tightened the back as tight as she could possibly make it. It was impossible to slouch like this. The sleeves came down low enough to cover most of the back of her hands, as it came to a point with a ring to go around her middle finger, holding the sleeves in place. "You look lovely, now sit, let me clean up your hair." Karina was thankful she broke the mirror. She didn't want to see herself right now, she refused to see herself in this state, embarrassed by it. She started to play with her necklace slowly, it was all she could do not to do something reckless that would have her father locking up her friends for good. 11/30
Didn't he know that he was already doing something far worse to her. At least alone in a cell she could have some peace and quiet and would be left to her own devices. Here she didn't know when her father would walk in and she honestly would prefer to be locked away than become anyone's belonging again. But she couldn't punish her friends by taking that choice, because if she kept resisting, her father would ensure that all the trails were rigged against them. Karina looked down and rubbed her wrist, bruises already forming from the way he was holding her. "Right, down the isle with bruises. That is still two months away, I am sure you can get a lot more damage in by then." Karina mumbled to herself as she rubbed her tender wrist looking at how much of a mess that arm was. Between the way her dad had grabbed her, and her punching the mirror, it was just a mess. She considered yelling at the camera that she had killed Uniform, just as a way of flipping her father off, but Karina figured she needed to wait until after her friends got out before that would be a safe choice. Just as she was pacing and thinking, Karina heard the door open again. Two guards stood before it as they stepped aside to let her mom in, and then locked the door behind her. Of course her father would have thought of everything, knew that she could overpower her mom and make a break for it if she wanted, and Karina would have if it weren't so clear that she had no key to this room of her own. Her mother held a pink dress in her arms as she walked in in complete silence. "Come, lets get you cleaned up and changed." Her mother spoke in a soft voice and averted her gaze. She wondered what sort of instructions were given to her before coming. Likely something that prevented her mother from seeming to care that she was here. Even if her mother faithfully followed her father, she was never bad to Karina. From what Eric was telling her, it seemed like her mother was excited that she was home, but she showed none of that as she stepped toward the bed, laying the dress out. Her father sent her in as a servant, not a mother, and Karina couldn't help but pity her. 10/30
Her mind screamed at her that he was lying, her father had to be lying, but the way he said it. Karina knew enough of her father to know the tones he used when he lied, this wasn't one of them. He was being serious and she could tell her father wielded power her. "Will you let them go? If I say yes, will you let them go?" She finally asked, there was defeat in her voice, but she couldn't let her friends pay for her own messed up life. She had promised not to go back to her father, but if that mean half her friends never being free, could she live with that? She didn't think she could because she found a family with these people. She wouldn't punish them for her actions and decisions. "If you promise, on your honour that they will be free, then I will put on the damn dress." 9/30
Of course she didn't get a hit him. Karina wasn't surprised that her father evaded her and now had her pinned. Her arm groaned in pain as grit her teeth, unable to even look at her father anymore. "Have you ever considered that they are lying." Beuce would know better, know better than to trust her father. He knew the pain her father had caused her and in the half an hour that he was gone, she was sure that he didn't manage to convince Beuce otherwise. Karina grunted in pain as her father tightened his grip on her arm. Her eyes watered a bit as her father spoke into her ear. "I will not." She retorted, kicking back at her father as hard as she could before trying to shake him off the best she could. "I will never marry Scott!" She roared her proclamation. 8/30
Karina wasn't in the mood for her father as he walked back in the room, seeming so confident that he had won. "You don't know my friend. If you think you have won and they bought that, you are wrong." She hoped. She desperately hope that was true. Karina had faith in her friends that they wouldn't just believe they would leave them, especially not after what she had told Beuce back in Olympus. Beuce knew that they were her new family and she trusted them more than anything, she wasn't going to give them up that easily. She could only stand there and look at her father, still holding her injured hand. "Even if they don't come for me, I will get out myself. I refuse to stay here and marry him!" Karina shouted before launching herself at her father, swinging her already bloddy fist. She was trying to at least get whatever this keycard he had was to let herself out of the room. She didn't think she could beat her father in a fight, but he didn't know how strong she had gotten, maybe she could overpower him long enough to make a run for it. 7/30
"Do you know what dad will do to you if you don't. Cut the crap Karina!" Clearly she had gotten under his skin with the way she was talking. There was almost a sense of satisfaction from Karina seeing Eric snap like that. She would rather be hated by her family then play these weird mind games that they tried to play. "I know what he will try to do, but guess what Eric, I am not alone. You aren't the only one that can protect me. For the first time in my life I have real friends, and I know that they are coming for me." Determination radiated off of Karina as she stared her brother down. She wasn't going to give up on believing her friends would come for her. Even if they didn't, she would find a way out, even if it took some time. She wasn't going to let herself be left behind. "We have an army, no matter how much you refuse, these friends of yours can never best them. Give up Karina." Eric scolded as he started heading towards the door. "Then you underestimate my friends." The door was slamming shut before Karina could do anything else, leaving her with her thoughts and bleeding hand. So it was official she had lost Eric, now she had to be as convicted as she sounded when it came to her friends rescuing her. Eric was right, they had an army, but she had to believe that she wouldn't be left behind. She had to believe in them, even if belief was hard right now. 6/30
With permission to go, Jaycob followed shortly behind Spectre and Danni as they left the room. He was in charge, but he had little idea exactly how to go about doing any of this. Damn why did they have to make this so difficult, his normal routine usually involved the police doing most of the heavy lifting and then calling him in when they have a concise idea of what they needed done. Either way he had to at least try and be useful. Running his fingers through his hair, Jay looked at the group before him and let out a sigh. "Your not wrong Spectre, we should look into that letter, but it is hard to start. I suppose we could go back to my office and see if I can cross reference the names in the letter with previous acquaintances of Rex . Perhaps that will five us some ideas, and since the cat is out of the bag on my job, it will be easier to do since I can just walk up to my own computer this time." Jaycob suggested just trying to figure out a starting point. "And maybe while I do that, you guys could take a closer look at the areas that can't be read, perhaps some letters or indents in the paper are legible enough we can at least take a guess of what they are supposed to say." He continued hoping that was a satisfactory starting point.
Karina looked annoyed at her brother before finally asking. "And when do you guys think this wedding will be?" This was by no means her folding to her families wishes, she just wanted to know how much they were planning. "June 21st, your 19th birthday." Eric answered seeming rather proud of the date they had chosen. They must have been confident that they were getting her back since that was not but two months away. "Well you better cancel it, because it is not going to happen, I don't care what dad says, I will not go home." Karina glared back at her brother. "So why don't you help me out and let me out of here. If you want to stay and be dads puppet that is fine, but I am not going to be." Up until that moment, Eric was wearing a rather calm and collected face, but that comment seemed to annoy him greatly. He walked up and grabbed the wrist of her injured hand and held it tight enough that it hurt. "I am not a puppet, I am doing what I need to do for our home, our world. I wanted to make sure that our home survives, and many others do to. It has nothing to do with our father!" He snapped at her. "Good luck doing it. A lot of these worlds are in danger from heartless, a regular sword won't effectively stop them, you need a keyblade." Karina tried to explain as she yanked her arm back. "And you don't let woman fight, so you are hopeless without me, not that I would help anyways." Karina tried to get her point across. "You are right, woman don't need to fight, but you could support your future husband by giving him the tools he needs, you aren't special." Eric retorted, much to Karina's disdain. "Scott will never, never be worthy of the keyblade!" 5/30
There was a knock at the door and Karina looked up for a moment but hesitated. "Hey Karina, it's me." The voice was familiar, and she couldn't help but smile slightly. There was another few muffled words that she couldn't quite make out before "...I came to see you." There was another moment of silence before the door click and then open. It was a pleasant surprise and gave her some hope, when she saw who was on the other side. "I am glad to see you." She said looking fully at the one standing in the doorway. Spoiler "Glad to have you back, I have worried about you since you left." Eric said stepping into the door and locking it behind him. So he wasn't here to get her out, that disappointed and worried her. Eric and her had always had each others backs, but maybe the vision was true... maybe her father had already bent him to his will. She hoped not, but she didn't know what to do. However the way that her brother dressed said something different. While it was more casual than normal, she could tell he was dressed in a uniform, though he seemed to have abandoned the coat and had in favour of the plain white shirt that was tucked into his trousers. Eric walked over and knelt beside her bed and looked at her face. "He got to you already, didn't he?" He said gently touching her bruised cheek. "Yeah, it didn't take long. But he didn't try to kill me, so I guess that is something." Karina said trying to make it sound positive, the best she could given the situation. "You were worried about that? Nah you are still his daughter." Eric definitely lost the rebellious nature that he had before. "No I was his belonging, there is a difference." Karina stated coldly as Eric tried to take her hand to bandage it. She pulled away from him and stood up, giving her brother the cold shoulder. "Either way, not for much longer. Soon you can be away from him. You will be with Scott, Scott will become my right hand man, and together we can lead the country, with my intelligence and his muscles. It will be fine. He is a good soldier." Eric tried to assure her, but Karina rolled her eyes. "That doesn't make him a good husband. I won't marry him. Besides since when did you ever have interest in the military. When I left you did whatever you could to avoid it." Karina countered sounding more and more annoyed by the moment. "Well things change Karina. We can't live in our little fantasies anymore. Besides I have learned that you don't have to be a fighter to be good for this job, the ability to plan and know what is best is just as good. My intelligence is just as powerful as dads power. I just need someone to help sure up my authority and that is what Scott will do, all that needs to happen now is that you need to stop running away from your responsibility to this family. Besides Mom already made the dress. Dad let her start planning the wedding and she is so excited for it." Silence just echoed around her as she stood there listening to her brother unable to believe what she was hearing. Even her brother had finally completely turned to her fathers side.
As the recorder seemed to be struggling through trying to function, Karina started pacing again until suddenly. "Hey, this is Hikaruuuuuuuuuu" Then it was silent. The recorder played no more. Karina just stood there for a moment, blinking. That voice was so familiar, but why? "H-hikaru? Who is?" She rushed back towards the recorder and tried to put it back together. "Come on, come on. Hikaru, speak to me. Let me hear that voice again. It tickles the back of my memory but I don't know why. Please speak again." She started to frantically mash the button, but it didn't play anymore. "Come on!" She screamed at the recorder, hoping it would do something, but when it didn't she got frustrated. She was holding back so many emotions and suddenly she just felt herself lose it for a moment as she punched the mirror near her. The glass splintered and got stuck into her hand. Karina cried out for a moment in pain and frustration before sitting back on the bed. "Who is Hikaru?" She yelled out to the air while cradling her now bleeding hand. 3/30
After a while of staring in resolve, Karina finally say back on the bed and took out her recorder. For a moment she started to listen back to her old recordings, but then they just sounded... pathetic. She didn't like listening to herself when she was weak. Besides they were no longer for Eric, it was nothing she wanted Eric to hear. Turning off the recording, she placed the device on the floor before stepping on it, crushing it beneath her boot. It let out a few more wheezes of her voice before the small box finally died. It was an anchor in the past that she didn't need anymore. For a long time it felt like it was all she had, but she knew that wasn't true anymore, she didn't want the excuse to hold onto anything from that time. 2/30
Pacing through the room, Karina was feeling like a caged animal. She couldn't stand sitting still, couldn't stand the thoughts in her mind. After a few minutes she paced back to her drink that she had left sitting beside her bed, quickly smashing that back. It tasted disgusting, but it dulled her senses a little bit. It wasn't to the point of completely inhibiting her, but it took the edge off, enough to understand why her mom apparently did it. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, slowly grabbing her hair and lifting it into an up-do like most woman on her world wore. It was now a little short for it, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Staring at her reflection she found herself looking pathetic. All this strength and she still couldn't do anything against her father. She didn't bow immediately to him, but she was still locked in this room, unable to summon her keyblade, and utterly alone. Could she ever be what her father wanted her to be? How could this end? While all these thoughts clouded Karina's head, she spotted the glint of her necklace in the mirror. Dropping her hair she held her necklace instead. Beuce had given that to her, whens he had been so lost, he found her and gave her the necklace. While she felt alone, she wasn't, not anymore. He was smart, if her father told him she was dead, he would know that there was something wrong with that. She didn't care how awkwardly that conversation back in Olympus has been, it wouldn't be enough to stop him from coming for her, or any of the others. Kel, Stratos, Kaida, Luna, they all had such good hearts. She had seen many times how they wouldn't let anyone just go. Him... She couldn't quite remember who he was, but she knew that he had given her the ring that she wore. Even when she always thought herself apart from the rest, the boy that gave her the ring saw it differently. She hated that she couldn't remember his face, but she had faces that she could remember. People who would come for her, because even with all the strength in the world, there was no fighting her father. But she didn't have to fight her father, she just needed faith in her friend. The people who were too kind for their own good and welcomed her back with open arms. Slowly a spark in her heart lit and instead of pacing the room with almost a hopelessness, Karina stood tall. When they came she would be ready to do whatever it took to get out with them, and keep them safe. This was a setback, not a defeat, she just had to remember that. 1/30
Well that wasn't all that useful of information. There was no guarantee that he had anything that could help with information. As long as he covered his tracks though, no one would care, so he would be careful with that. He then raised an eyebrow to another comment. "So he won't listen to A-7 Elite enforcers, but you think he will to a cop, a street girl, a barista and a government experiment. You seem to have lofty ideals." Don't get him wrong, he would still do it, but it did seem a little silly. He didn't even care that he outed himself as a cop, Nicholas did that when he announced him as the leader of the group. Spectre would just have to live with it, after all, he didn't arrest her. It should be clear now that he wasn't here to get her for some reason, but just to do a job. If they all understood it, then it should be fine. "So should I take this as you are dismissing us?" He asked looking to the locked door wondering if it would be opening for them soon.
Karina cringed as she tried a sip of whiskey. It was terrible. Still she found herself taking another sip of it. It was at least something else to focus on, the burning sensation as it trickled down her throat. With the tray of food empty, Karina found herself getting up to start pacing the room. First she walked towards the door and began to examine the door, seeing if she could find a way out. Of course it didn't surprise her that there wasn't, but she couldn't not check. She then paced towards the window looking out. There was no hope in escaping that way. "Damn it!" Karina shouted as she punched the wall. Finally the tears she was holding back started to flow. She hated herself for crying, hated that she let herself get into this situation. She hated that she couldn't summon her keyblade. It was gone, again. After everything she went through to get it back, after becoming a master, she still was hopeless. If Beuce believed her father, if he managed to convince him that she was dead, there would be no one coming for her. If that were to happen, perhaps it was better to actually fulfill her fathers lie. Why did she have to sit in a room that reminded her so much of home. How did he manage to find a jail that was worse than actually being in jail? "I won't be his possession. I won't. I swear." She kept repeating it to herself to try and keep herself from breaking completely. She was near that point and she didn't want to be.
Jaycob listened closely to all that was said. At least everyone eventually agreed to join in this endeviour, so it wasn't a complete waste of time. Then he continued to shut them all in the room. Jaycob couldn't help but laugh a little bit to himself. If he could touch any mechanism that connected to the main controls, he could get himself out of here. Whatever he was trying to do, it wouldn't be enough to stop someone with the right set of abilities, his set of abilities. Either way, he could at least admire his attempt at making the secure, and it would be from most people, including all the normies that seemed to work here and were judging him when he came through the first time. The mission was then laid out before them and Jaycob found himself leaning against the wall listening to the conversation. "So you want us to catch this Rex guy for you? Sending freaks against freaks to deal with the situation. I suppose I can manage that." Meanwhile Danni was asking more questions. It wasn't wrong of her to do so, but Jaycob found it easier to learn as he went and work on a need to know basis. After all working for the Police they only told him what he absolutely needed to know to get the job done. "So what sort of resources do we have for this? Police records? City cameras? Do I have to hack into the legal system for this crap still, or do we get access to anything we need. Also immunity from the law. Most of my helpful abilities aren't considered particularly legal." Nor would most people, but he regularly invaded peoples privacy, and he would need to continue doing it just to get the right information. He refused to come out of this a criminal.
The doorknob to her room opens a crack, as a man peers inside. He widens it further as he steps inside. "Good, you're up." He walks casually towards the dresser and begins to poor a glass of whiskey with his back to her. "Your mother had breakfast made for you. I told her not to bother as it would go to waste." He turned to her as dropped ice cubes in his glass. "Was I right?" Karina looked over to the food and then back towards the man that had just walked in. Fear gripped her heart even as she just stared at his back. This was not home, that much she knew. She knew every room of her childhood house in and out and this was not it, but whatever this was, it wasn't good. Slowly Karina walked over to the bed and sat down picking at the food. She had nothing against her mother and doubted her father would put this much effort into poisoning her. "Where am I and how did you find me?" Was all Karina asked as she brought a mouth full of food up and started to eat as she looked at her fathers back, knowing if she couldn't do this, she could never truly stand up to him. Alexander looked over to the sealed window and pushed a button next to to the sealed window, as the aluminum blinds lifted in a mechanical motion. The outside of the room was nothing but empty space. "You're on the Sanctuary. A vessel meant to colonize those that have lost those worlds... As to how we found you- well... you're endeavours haven't exactly been quiet. As usual, you've been making a loud mess of things." He took a swig from his glass. "But I'm not here to discipline you." He leaned against the dresser. "I'm here to talk. Do you understand?" Karina rolled her eyes. To talk, her father never just wanted to talk. This could only end well. "If you mean helping people, then yes I made a loud mess." Karina sighed before standing up, taking a croissant with her as she stood next to her father, trying her best not to feel so small under him. Standing helped a bit, but not enough. "What do you want to talk about?" "You're slouching." he commented, taking another drink. "What was the point of educating you if you can't even stand properly." His eyes narrowed down on her. "I'm here to discuss your future. Last we spoke, you ran from your duty to this family. A course you will NOT repeat a second time." He stood properly as if demonstrating not to slouch. "That so called 'help' you've been handing out is a violation of world order law. Worlds are not meant to be meddled in. You're lucky I convinced the council that you were merely a victim of circumstance. Half your friends are already being detained. Be grateful you aren't among them." She was hating this already. She had not been speaking to her father for more then five minutes and he was already getting on her nerves. She listened as he lectured her before glaring over at her father. "If you want to talk about violating world order, maybe they should be looking at the groups that are kidnapping people and bringing monsters into the world. We were just there to clean things up." She knew explaining would be useless and while she worried about her friends, she more worried for what else her father had to say. "So what about my future. What do you think you have planned?" Her father's eyes remained listless as he barely acknowledged looking at her. "You realize of course one of your friends has been leaking information to said terrorist group, yes?" He cracked his neck loudly. "I doubt it though... You were always a slow learner. As for what I have planned for you it doesn't really matter. You see I failed you as a father by telling you your future. I gave you a gilmpse, and therefore; a choice as to what your destiny was. That was my mistake. I told your brother what to do and he acknowledged. He fell in line. You on the other hand still insist on this tiresome rebellious phase of yours." "Yes I know." Karina snapped immediately. "We don't know who so I don't want to sow discord through the group, but we know enough." Karina continued as she looked back outside. "And what exactly do you think you will tell me to do? You still haven't answered that at least." She wouldn't acknowledge it being a rebellious phase, since it wasn't a rebellious phase. Trying to explain that would not go well. He turned his eyes to match her. "I despise the way you look at me. You look at me as if I killed your dog. But we both know that you owning a dog would have merely distracted you, among other things." He finished one last drink before putting the glass on the coaster. "You're going to be re-educated in the ways of etiquette. Like a proper lady. Then, once you are fully suitable to be worthy of a husband, Scott Stomond will ask for your hand in marriage. You will accept, mother his children and I will finally be able to align myself with the Stomond family's military force. That, you stupid girl, is what you will diligently obey." Karina had to take a deep breath. The man he wanted her to marry was a sadist. He was the kind to kill the dog because he had a bad day. Telling her father no again however would mean more pain for her, so she had to figure something else out. "It is too late for that, I am already engaged." Karina blurted out the words before she had time to think about what she was saying. Being married was the only way for her father to not have control over her life in her world, so it was said out of desperation. She just hoped it would get her father to lay off. "Oh?" Alexander asked, looking away from her. "And who is this new fiancee of yours?" Oh Beuce would certainly murder her for this, but it was better than dealing with her father. Karina stood up straight and lifted her head high as she looked her father dead in his eyes. "His name is Beucefilous Alexander. I met him through this.. how did you put it... loud mess? And unlike Scott, he isn't a sadist." She stated with all the fake confidence that she could muster. "I see." He took out a small screen and entered the name in. "Looks like he's been cleared from the medical bay." He examined the picture of him taken in his medical bed. "Handsome sure, but doesn't seem to have much value to him..." He looked back down to Karina. "Now instead of taking the ugly, predictable route of killing him, I feel it best that I simply tell him you've had the unfortunate circumstance of passing away. Your false death will be hard on him, I'm sure. But he will find another harlot to occupy himself soon enough. That way you are free to marry Scott." He put his pad away and began to walk off. "I'll go tell the young man in person." Karina found herself almost ready to cry, something that she didn't do often, but she didn't know how to deal with the emotions around her father anymore. "No! I will not just sit here as you lie about my death. I will not just go home and marry who you want me to. I am my own person. I left and I refuse to be under your control any more." She wasn't going to sit here and let her father tear down her life. She wasn't going to put herself in a spot someone else had to die for her because she was weak. She tried to summon her keyblade to prove how serious she was, but when it didn't come she had to resign to just staring her father down in a rather defensive stance. Her father turned as she began mouthing off and sighed before walking back to her. "I know you hate me for making your life choices. I know that you will forever scorn and despise me for the future I chose for you." He stood directly and front of her with an almost empathetic expression. "But I felt it best you should know..." Her father slapped her face with his left hand, keeping the same expression. "It was never yours to begin with." He turned again, leaving her burning face behind him. "Your victories were shared, your journey was reckless, and the very keyblade you tried to use against me was practically handed to you. But please.... keep telling me I'm wrong." He turned the doorknob and opened the door a crack. "I have to return to my duties now. But before I leave, I'll allow you the courtesy of allowing you to yell any gripes you still have against me. Unless of course you plan to surprise me for once. It would certainly be a nice change of pace for you." For a moment her father almost sounded understanding, until the sharp sting of his hand against her cheek left her breathless for a moment. Of course he never changed. Of course he didn't acknowledge her life as her own. She was just a belonging to him and one that he only kept alive because he needed this alliance. If the Stomond's had a daughter she was sure he would throw her away and marry off Eric instead. "I will never be your belonging again" It was all Karina had to say. There was no use yelling and screaming at him. He wouldn't listen anyways. "You disappoint me..." He looked to the small camera censor at the corner of the room. "This room is under tight surveillance, so do try to keep yourself occupied. Have a drink if it helps. Helped your mother adjust whenever she was out of line. You remind me so much of her in that regard," His expression turned more serious. "Do try to grow out of that." He locked the door behind him. With that she was locked in her room again and Karina paced back to her bed to eat. As she did she glanced over towards the whiskey her father told her to drink. She hated it, but she was tempted. She didn't ever drink, but she didn't know how to deal with it, so she started to pace towards the ottoman and pour a drink. She then through the now empty glass of her fathers against the wall before finally sitting down to eat, trying to figure out what to do now.
As Karina started to come to, she found herself in a rather comfortable bed. Karina wanted to say that she couldn't remember the last time she slept in such a comfortable bed, but she did, and didn't want to think about it. Slowly opening her eyes she found that she was in a rather lavish suite. Beside her bed was a nice meal, but Karina didn't trust it. She didn't know where she was, or what was going on, so she didn't want to eat the food. Instead she rose from the bed and started trying to get a clue where she was, and more over and idea how she had gotten there.
Jaycob stood there with his arms crossed listening to Nick. For the most part it was better than his day job, so he had nor reason to say no, even if they couldn't seem to come up with a reasonable offer for him. It didn't matter as long as it kept him somewhat occupied with something other than paperwork. Danni on the other hand, didn't seem as convinced however as she spoke of her concerns. "Don't you worry your little mind about any of that. You see, I can handle most things, but you know a gun only gets me so far, I could use backup while I did my real work. I trust you enough not to electrocute us if something dangerous comes around and that is all that matters. You can learn as you go, it is easy really. Besides, if your use comes to just being talking in a way that keeps Zeke here calm, then I say that is a win for us. Besides, are you really going to turn down a chance to work with this hansom face?" Jaycob gave Danni a smoldering look to try to convince her to join. It was clear that he was on board already, it was just a matter of the others, and he was doing everything he could to not have to work so closely with the stuffy A-7 guys and instead have a couple of couple, albeit, young girls with him. The other boy wasn't half bad either, but he needed choices, like come on.
It was weird standing there as they were being praised by a god. Karina felt so little compared to him and it disturbed her. She felt weak all the sudden, but she tried to stand tall none the less as he spoke. Karina didn't feel much need to speak back however as there was not much else to say. Kel handled the keyhole for the time being and they had gathered like they were supposed to. Now it was just time for them to get out of there again and onto the next thing, whatever that was going to be. She wasn't entirely sure what to do now, as Shiro didn't really tell her past this. It left her feeling a bit weird as they stood there and she looked around trying to figure it out.
