[No one else comes by the cell; it seems to be within a secluded spot, far from the main dungeon keep.
Without the sun or the moon or the colour of the sky, it's hard to tell what time it is and how much has passed since Sun Jian's been hauled off. The minutes bleed into hours, and hours stretched on into infinity. But eventually, eventually Chen Gong will feel the tell-tale vibrations from Gyuki's massive feet. He will have enough time to lay dead before the door swings open and Sun Jian is unceremoniously chucked onto the stone floor. Gyuki does his usual spiel about the superiority of demons vs humans before he turns and shuts the door behind him, the lock turning with a very audible click.
Sun Jian gingerly sits up, his body still wracked with pain. But although there isn't a single source of light around them save for the measly stripes that peek though the small door slit in front of them, he can see as clearly as if it's day itself.
He's been able to do that for two days now.
Doing his best to shake off the lingering effects of Kiyomori's 'medicine', he looks at Chen Gong and does his best to shrug off the ache that's drilled itself into his very bones. He hadn't forgotten the look on the strategist's face when Chen Gong had realised that there something was wrong; he owes the man an explanation, at least, and to prepare him for what might come.]
You probably have a lot of questions. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to give you all the answers, but I swear on my name and honor that everything I tell you is the truth and that I won't hide anything from you.
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Date: 2014-09-19 06:55 am (UTC)Without the sun or the moon or the colour of the sky, it's hard to tell what time it is and how much has passed since Sun Jian's been hauled off. The minutes bleed into hours, and hours stretched on into infinity. But eventually, eventually Chen Gong will feel the tell-tale vibrations from Gyuki's massive feet. He will have enough time to lay dead before the door swings open and Sun Jian is unceremoniously chucked onto the stone floor. Gyuki does his usual spiel about the superiority of demons vs humans before he turns and shuts the door behind him, the lock turning with a very audible click.
Sun Jian gingerly sits up, his body still wracked with pain. But although there isn't a single source of light around them save for the measly stripes that peek though the small door slit in front of them, he can see as clearly as if it's day itself.
He's been able to do that for two days now.
Doing his best to shake off the lingering effects of Kiyomori's 'medicine', he looks at Chen Gong and does his best to shrug off the ache that's drilled itself into his very bones. He hadn't forgotten the look on the strategist's face when Chen Gong had realised that there something was wrong; he owes the man an explanation, at least, and to prepare him for what might come.]
You probably have a lot of questions. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to give you all the answers, but I swear on my name and honor that everything I tell you is the truth and that I won't hide anything from you.