[ move now or be forcibly removed from this area. huh? after the more ominous nonsense from their new warden earlier on, this threat is so underwhelming that it almost makes keith laugh. the only reason he doesn't is because shiro distracts him with a mumbled apology.
taken aback, keith stares for a moment, brow furrowing as he tries to work out what this apology is even for. the unspoken distance that's permeated their relationship this past week? getting keith caught up in yet another altercation with prison staff? or is there something to the possibility that shiro had been here voluntarily in search of something keith couldn't give him?
whatever the case is, keith lets the lead-weight melancholy expand in his chest for two beats before shaking his head. this isn't the time or place to be discussing much of anything. ]
Later.
[ he kisses shiro's forehead again, a quick fleeting thing, and then keith is up on his feet, taking a step away from shiro to face the two approaching sentries.
one centering breath is what keith allows himself. no room for doubt, hesitation, or mistakes. he doesn't attempt to stall or delay the confrontation by responding with an explanation of a threat of his own. instead, he charges down the stage towards the two sentries, a white light in his hands as the black bayard teleports and activates, taking the form of a familiar sword.
his first swing with the blade bisects the first sentry, its top half tumbling onto the stage in a shower of sparks and whirring circuitry. thesecond sentry meets a similar fate as keith knocks it back by impaling it through the chest plate. it goes down, voice heavily distorting as its power goes offline: ]
Inmate AA0005, drop your weapon. I repeaaaaaaat
[ keith expels a heavy breath, watching as the sensor lights in both sentries blink off and the robots lie still. maybe that'll result in misconduct, maybe it won't, but either way, keith deactivates the bayard and quickly moves back to shiro knowing that there's only a small window of time before reinforcements show up.]
C"mon.
[ but that time estimate was made with a previous warden in mind. this one, the new guy who promised there'd be more stringent crackdowns, evidently has every intention of keeping his word. keith barely makes it three steps back toward shiro when something sharp hits the back of his neck. pain shoots down his spine and keith buckles, falling onto his knees as his vision blurs and doubles.
hot. why is everything so burning hot?
from backstage, two more sentries emerge, one lowering a tranq gun as they approach. together, the two haul keith up onto his feet. keith ragdolls between the two of them, his head and body too heavy to lift or put up a proper protest as they throw him on a bondage rig. ruthless in their efficiency, the sentries secure keith's arms to the frame, before ripping off his pants and forcing his legs wide open. unable to think clearly, keith groans and whines pitifully. ]
Inmate AA0005.You have been issued an infraction. You are hereby sentenced to 24 hours of public service.
[ keith doesn't fully hear it. not really. instead he turns his face, trying to find... his bayard? no. trying to find shiro somewhere, only for his focus to snap between his legs as the sentries secure an adjustable extension for a large pistoning phallus into place. even through the drug-fueled lethargy, the sight of it awakens some primal terror. thrashing heavily in his binds, keith screams.
i suppose you are a good bean who doesn't deserve this... (cw: nsfw image link)
taken aback, keith stares for a moment, brow furrowing as he tries to work out what this apology is even for. the unspoken distance that's permeated their relationship this past week? getting keith caught up in yet another altercation with prison staff? or is there something to the possibility that shiro had been here voluntarily in search of something keith couldn't give him?
whatever the case is, keith lets the lead-weight melancholy expand in his chest for two beats before shaking his head. this isn't the time or place to be discussing much of anything. ]
Later.
[ he kisses shiro's forehead again, a quick fleeting thing, and then keith is up on his feet, taking a step away from shiro to face the two approaching sentries.
one centering breath is what keith allows himself. no room for doubt, hesitation, or mistakes. he doesn't attempt to stall or delay the confrontation by responding with an explanation of a threat of his own. instead, he charges down the stage towards the two sentries, a white light in his hands as the black bayard teleports and activates, taking the form of a familiar sword.
his first swing with the blade bisects the first sentry, its top half tumbling onto the stage in a shower of sparks and whirring circuitry. thesecond sentry meets a similar fate as keith knocks it back by impaling it through the chest plate. it goes down, voice heavily distorting as its power goes offline: ]
Inmate AA0005, drop your weapon. I repeaaaaaaat
[ keith expels a heavy breath, watching as the sensor lights in both sentries blink off and the robots lie still. maybe that'll result in misconduct, maybe it won't, but either way, keith deactivates the bayard and quickly moves back to shiro knowing that there's only a small window of time before reinforcements show up.]
C"mon.
[ but that time estimate was made with a previous warden in mind. this one, the new guy who promised there'd be more stringent crackdowns, evidently has every intention of keeping his word. keith barely makes it three steps back toward shiro when something sharp hits the back of his neck. pain shoots down his spine and keith buckles, falling onto his knees as his vision blurs and doubles.
hot. why is everything so burning hot?
from backstage, two more sentries emerge, one lowering a tranq gun as they approach. together, the two haul keith up onto his feet. keith ragdolls between the two of them, his head and body too heavy to lift or put up a proper protest as they throw him on a bondage rig. ruthless in their efficiency, the sentries secure keith's arms to the frame, before ripping off his pants and forcing his legs wide open. unable to think clearly, keith groans and whines pitifully. ]
Inmate AA0005.You have been issued an infraction. You are hereby sentenced to 24 hours of public service.
[ keith doesn't fully hear it. not really. instead he turns his face, trying to find... his bayard? no. trying to find shiro somewhere, only for his focus to snap between his legs as the sentries secure an adjustable extension for a large pistoning phallus into place. even through the drug-fueled lethargy, the sight of it awakens some primal terror. thrashing heavily in his binds, keith screams.