An Icy Understanding

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Saiceles
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Posted by Saiceles »


By command from above, first thing in the morning, Justice Clearwater and a few Namers under her command were tasked with adjusting prisoner SMW-893-6634 (Sayael) to a different cell. The cell in this case hung from the central point of Cellblock A on Level 2, at sufficient height to be in plain view of the other surrounding cells in that block. Once transferred there, Sayael would have his hands bound around the bars, and be left for an undetermined amount of time.

During that time, he'd find himself regularly pelted by ice pieces thrown by the patrolling guards, who had been given instructions to practice their throwing skills. For the length of it, the Archon would find himself constantly pestered by the thrown pieces of ice, perhaps not so much unlike it happened around the Square. An odd sense of justice but, perhaps very fitting. One could argue that his comments regarding how the Mercykillers carried their justice didn't win him any favors either. On more than a few occasions on that time, ice would be given over to well-behaved prisoners so that they could entertain themselves by throwing ice on the man. Some might have gotten particularly enthusiastic about it.
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Posted by MysticBanana »


Sayael was unfortunately used to both imprisonment and to punishment. He had decided not to give the guards leading him any trouble since they were just obliging their duties as was e obliging his own heart which landed him here, he hummed as he was led, offered his hands willingly through the bars of the cage, and this to his mind this was fairly mild. Ice in and of itself did little to discomfort him, still the humiliation did sting, for an Archons pride is still there, regardless of their nature. He gave a sigh and did his best to shield himself with his wings, looking out, ducking his head, sometimes successfully, other times not, if he could see it coming no matter what he would bow his head and take the hit on the crown, shake off the ice and ready himself once more.
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After a few days, Factor Andor passes through the cell, making his rounds with a Namer in tow. As he walks through the cellblock, his eye briefly glances over each inmate at a time, lingering no more than the second it takes to register their existence and general state.

If he made any special note of Sayael, he didn't show it. Nor did he comment on the soaked stated of his garments, or the guard who was preparing to pelt the archon with yet another ice piece before snapping to attention at the Factor's arrival.

Without much comment, he'd make his round and keep going, out of the block and down the many winding halls. Only when he was well away from the cell block and elsewhere in the Prison, would he speak to his associate.

"Let him stew a few more days. Then have him brought to the chair."
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Posted by MysticBanana »


There is not much protest from the Archon, if he was starting to grow sore, or cold or generally discomforted, he was good at keeping such to himself.

Stoicism was something he sought to practice at every opportunity, and this was one, he closed his eyes and focused his mind on memories, the good ones as sparse as they were, his breaths came in deep and steady, his wrists moved and readjusted every now and then, and the cracking of the bones in his neck.

The feathers of his wings however were showing their ware and several lay at his feet, having fallen due to the barrages.
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