Visiting hours aren't limited

[dolljudas]

Who: Riff and anyone visiting him
When: All month
Where: His apartment in Larmline, first floor, room six
Style: I'll match <3
Status: Open

[Riff hadn't had much to when he'd been placed on house arrest. There was only so much cleaning, baking, and tea-making one could do when by themselves, and with his hands mangled, use of them was limited as it was.

Then, not even a few days into his accepted incarceration, he'd lost his ability to see. He'd heard the broadcast and he understood why it had happened, but that fact didn't help him find his way in his unfamiliar apartment. He would trip over things he'd forgotten were there and he'd broken a couple glasses and mugs trying to reach for them and knocking them off, really, he wasn't doing all that well.

He knew that, with time, he'd get used to his surroundings enough to function, but it was a frustrating process. The added stress of knowing he couldn't leave and his only interactions were likely to be people wanting to know things Riff couldn't tell them often made him wonder if it wouldn't be better to find one of the people so eager to end his life and let them.

Lord knew he wished he could do it himself.

He thought about it often enough, it wouldn't be the first time he'd tried, and it wasn't like he had his lord Cain to live for anymore. But he couldn't. The risk that Riffael would be back in control and Riff would be unable to stop him from hurting others again was just enough to stay his hand.

For now he would have to endure and help make amends as best he could.]

((OOC: All replies will be made by loyaljudas))

Comments

forward dated to tomorrow.

[replicatedcourage]

[Sola hadn't had much work with his errand business lately, but when the Defense Force had asked him to deliver food to those under house arrest from the recent string of killings and assault he was wary of going. Still, work is work and he's running low on starfish tokens to get milk every day, so he agrees. Heck, even having antlers this week is a small help; he can hang a couple of the bags from them. Totally practical.

Riff's guard, whoever it happens to be that day, lets him past without incident, though the Hylian is still rather nervous about entering the house of a known murderer, even if he is blind now. It's why he hadn't told Johnny where he was going, though the vampire was having issues of his own being stuck as a bat so he didn't really want to trouble him either.

Sola enters the kitchen and puts down the bags of groceries, glancing around and ears twitching in alertness to every little sound of the apartment.]

[loyaljudas]

[There was one good thing about the newly-sprouted ears he'd gained: it allowed him to hear things he wouldn't have normally. Riff came out of the bedroom and stopped in the middle of the living room, whole body on-edge.]

Who's there? I can hear you there, in the kitchen. Is it one of the guards?

[replicatedcourage]

[The Hylian freezes, whirling his head to the sound of the voice. Is that the killer? He's pretty sure he doesn't really want to meet them if that's the case. He should just leave the food and go...

Though his stupid antlers have decided to tangle themselves in the small light fixture hanging from Riff's kitchen ceiling, making it impossible to flee without working them free first.

Fuck.]

I, uh, I was just... There's food!

[If you come anywhere near me I'll stab you!]

[loyaljudas]

[Carefully, he makes his way to the kitchen, reaching a hand out to graze one of the bags and he nods.]

you have my gratitude.

[Um....]

Are....you all right?

[replicatedcourage]

I-I'm fine, I-I just-

[BANG. Whoops! Looks like in his haste to back away, Sola's knocked his antlers into a cupboard. Ow.]

Damnit..

[ladyinscarlet]

[The Head Nurse had told her that if she wished to know what sort of punishment Riffael had undergone, she ought to visit him. So she had inquired about his living quarters and set out to his apartment on her first day off.

She arrived at his apartment, and knocked at the door.]

Mr. Raffit? It is Dr. Durless.

[loyaljudas]

[It took a moment and a bit of fumbling for the doorknob, but Riff got the door open, though he didn't open it all the way, what was the point? He couldn't see her anyway.]

Dr. Durless. Is there something I can help you with?

[ladyinscarlet]

I wanted to see how you were doing. I heard you had been punished... I got worried.

[loyaljudas]

[He stands back and opens the door the rest of the way.]

I am unharmed for the most part. I lost my ability to see.

[Which, coupled with his mangled hands made things a hundred times more difficult, but he wasn't going to say that.]

Backdated to 10-13

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd didn't tell anyone where he was going. He didn't want to give anyone the chance to talk him out of it. He can't even begin to straighten out the inner turmoil he feels over even the thought of what he's about to do. It wouldn't have been far too easy for someone to break his resolve.

This is something he feels like he needs to do, though, and has ever since he argued with Kratos over how Dr. Raffit should have been treated. He needs to see the man himself, to see for himself that there really is a second half to him that isn't the man who tortured him.

It's hard, though, to bring himself to knock on the door to Riffael's apartment once the guard gave him the okay. Even though he doesn't remember the face of the man who attacked him, he doesn't know what memories will surface when he meets him face to face. Even beyond that, he's still terrified. There's a guard there, he knows he should be safe, but that still doesn't stop the irrational fear welling up inside of him. But he has to do this. He needs to.

His breath shakes, and so does his hand as it falls against the door.]

[loyaljudas]

[Riff, instinctively, put the cup of tea in his hands down when he heard the knock and, carefully, made his way to the door, cursing himself silently when he realized it would be hell trying to find the cup later.

He opened the door and paused, realizing the person hadn't said who they were.]

My apologies, could you say who you are? I'm afraid my sight is gone.

[redcladidealist]

[Something siezes up inside Lloyd's chest when the door opens and Riff is standing there in front of him. But he doesn't remember. He doesn't remember this man's face, and for once he's grateful for that. That makes it easier to swallow and speak despite dry lips.

He doesn't remember, but he still knows exactly who Riff is. Even knowing Riff can't see him doesn't help at all.]

Um, sorry. I'm... Lloyd. And you're... Dr. Raffit?

[loyaljudas]

[Lloyd...the name clicked in his mind and he nodded. One of Riffael's victims, the first to be tortured.]

I am. My apologies, polite custom would have it that I invite you inside to speak, but I do not wish to make you more uncomfortable than you must already be.

The 15th because I want to use fox icons. :|

[closedcircuit]

[While Ky has spent a reasonable amount of time around Riff now, guarding him, since the blindness he's been trying more to stay out of the way. His main purpose is to be around when visitors are anyway, which gives Riff them to focus on, but this is a quiet moment.

He knows he should say something to this man, and his fluffy fox tail swishes irritably along the floor for a moment as he thinks.]

Blinding you was entirely out of place. As was breaking your hands. I'm...sorry.

This is perfectly reasonable :|

[loyaljudas]

[Carefully, Riff focuses on the tea he's making, relying on the heightened sounds and muscle memory to not ruin it. At Ky's words, Riff's ears go down in back in sign of shame he doesn't even realize he's making.]

You have nothing to apologize for, Mr. Kiske. Were I back home, I would have been punished with death. I deserve no less here; what I have received instead is hardly compensation for what was done.

Good :|

[closedcircuit]

And if death were permanent here I would see you executed.

[ Perhaps not the most polite thing to say, but honest. ]

Torture is shades beyond that, and not acceptable.

[loyaljudas]

[He doesn't flinch, just finishes with the tea and begins searching for teacups, feeling around and checking each cupboard till he found them.]

I am afraid you must live in a nicer time. Torture is hardly disallowed back home, merely dressed in sweeter words.

Backdated to before the event.

[lamorteblanc]

[ He had to see this for himself. The Head Nurse had been rather vague with the details. Far be it from him to nose about. It's just that this is a rather curious case for him. After all, it could very well happen to him.

There's a knock that comes soon enough. ]

Doctor Raffit?

[loyaljudas]

[Riff opened the door carefully, clouded eyes averted to the ground.]

I apologize for the inconvenience, but who is it?

hi, guess who's back from hiatus? D:

[lamorteblanc]

Doctor Muraki, Doctor Raffit.

[ Oh dear. The Head Nurse was right. It was better witnessed with his own eyes. Somehow, it serves as a warning for himself to apply further caution. ]

I haven't come to gawk, rest assured. I merely come as a concerned colleague.

It's okay <33 I've been majorly slow with this myself

[loyaljudas]

[There's the smallest of smiles.]

I assure you, Doctor Muraki, were you to gawk, I would not notice.

[dualbladewarrior]

[Hubert had been keeping quiet about the whole incident since it had happened. He simply didn't talk about it, regardless of how much his friends were urging him to not keep everything inside.

Even when Riff had come on the network and confessed, Hubert simply spent an hour staring at the post, listening to it over and over again before finally shutting off his SFC and ignoring it for a good two days after. Defense Force or not, he had been a victim, and as composed and in control as he could be he knew even his emotions could get the better of him in a situation like that.

It was hearing about the punishment that eventually spurred him in to going, though. In some ways, he pitied the man who seemed to have so little control over what his other self had done, and to have such a punishment handed down that would leave both suffering...

A year ago, Hubert would have called it justice. Now, he wasn't so sure.

Even then, it was creeping towards the middle of the month when he finally mustered up the courage to approach that door and knock.]

... Doctor? I'm--... my name is Lieutenant Hubert Ozwell. I was... one of the victims. I was wonder if I might have a moment to speak to you.

[loyaljudas]

[Riff froze on his way to the door, a feat he had managed without tripping over anything, and let his hand rest on the doorknob a moment.

The face and name came to mind, though it was disjointed and blurry. This man was one of the first ones, one of the ones Riffael had killed.

He opened the door and stood back, sightless eyes turned down.]

Of course, Lieutenant. Please, come in...I will....leave the door open, if you'd like.

[He didn't wish to make the man any more uneasy than must already be, perhaps with the door open and the guards right there, it would offer some semblance of comfort.

[dualbladewarrior]

[Hubert frowned at the offer, but even after a hesitant pause he stepped inside and closed the door. He was uneasy, yes, but he refused to let himself be a coward.]

Even if you weren't blinded, I would have no reason to fear you or your other side.

[The comment came with a hint of a warning, just below the surface: he was armed, and he would not hesitate to use force if he was attacked again.]

[loyaljudas]

[He nods, uncertain of what else he should do. He didn't trust himself to try and sit without tripping, so he remained where he was.]

What may I do for you, sir?