The Jounin was tired. He'd battled long and hard against several foes. His companion for the mission had been badly injured and almost killed. There was a chance the boy would still die too. Burns did not always heal well and infection could run rampant in such a ravaged body. But these things were not his concern right now. Right now he was on overdrive mode; forcing himself to continue forward when all he wanted to do was fall on his ass.
Still he trudged on. Caked in dried blood, the man took his prisoner through the Grand Palais, around the back alleys of Sietch Zensunna and toward the huge prison. Here she would be interrogated and brought to justice. The binds holding her kept her at bay, but she hissed and fought as much as she could the entire way. Hanabi refused to become a prisoner willingly. And although she knew in her heart there were no ways to escape her fate now, she would struggle none-the-less.
This did nothing to aid Eiji's tired mind and body. He was glad when the woman was finally through the prison doors and tucked into an interrogation room. The basic ones were located on the first lower level so the effects of the prison were minimal and didn't cause those working for Suna to be overly bothered by it. If convicted, she would be led downward to much worse levels where the vicious pressure and darkness of the prison attacked one's mind and body like a living thing.
Once the door was closed, Eiji sent a note to the Sennin's office, letting him know he was requested for this interrogation then figuring he had a little time, found himself to the bathroom on the 1st floor in the ANBU headquarters. He was ANBU so this place was like a second home to him in a way. Having served for the branch for almost ten years now, he had come in and out of this place more times than he could count.
After a hot shower, he changed into a set of spare clothing left for just such cases, found himself something to eat, then returned to the questioning floor. There he would wait outside her cell, sitting on the floor until his sennin would arrive. The time alone gave him peace and quiet, enough to clear his mind and rest his body some. The man held a busy title; Eiji was also used to waiting.
[arrived, looking for Mikaboshi]
Still he trudged on. Caked in dried blood, the man took his prisoner through the Grand Palais, around the back alleys of Sietch Zensunna and toward the huge prison. Here she would be interrogated and brought to justice. The binds holding her kept her at bay, but she hissed and fought as much as she could the entire way. Hanabi refused to become a prisoner willingly. And although she knew in her heart there were no ways to escape her fate now, she would struggle none-the-less.
This did nothing to aid Eiji's tired mind and body. He was glad when the woman was finally through the prison doors and tucked into an interrogation room. The basic ones were located on the first lower level so the effects of the prison were minimal and didn't cause those working for Suna to be overly bothered by it. If convicted, she would be led downward to much worse levels where the vicious pressure and darkness of the prison attacked one's mind and body like a living thing.
Once the door was closed, Eiji sent a note to the Sennin's office, letting him know he was requested for this interrogation then figuring he had a little time, found himself to the bathroom on the 1st floor in the ANBU headquarters. He was ANBU so this place was like a second home to him in a way. Having served for the branch for almost ten years now, he had come in and out of this place more times than he could count.
After a hot shower, he changed into a set of spare clothing left for just such cases, found himself something to eat, then returned to the questioning floor. There he would wait outside her cell, sitting on the floor until his sennin would arrive. The time alone gave him peace and quiet, enough to clear his mind and rest his body some. The man held a busy title; Eiji was also used to waiting.
[arrived, looking for Mikaboshi]