05-09-2014, 07:53 PM
The ride to the Medical center is spent in surprising silence for Kragen, he takes the time to watch the Detective, and this far more intriguing special agent who has joined him, he watches them with the cold grey orbs that were his eyes, taking in any details any plans they might have. It made passing the time easier, gave him time to consider and to plan.
Because Kragen always had a plan, as insane or offbeat as it might seem, he always had something brewing, something set aside for just the right moment. If he didn't, he wouldn't have lasted as long as he had in this world of shadows and fire. He might occasionally glare at an EMT when they poke particularly hard, or laugh when they seem overly fastidious or concerned, but beyond that he is quiet the entire time up until he enter's that the operating room.
It is here and only here that he fights for a few moments as the anesthesia works to take his consciousness, he knew of the vile and nasty things that could be done to a man in his sleep, and he had no desire to have such things done to him. But there is no winning against the inevitable pull of the drugs, and so he slumbers as the saw bones work away at him, chewing him up, and putting him back together afterwards.
When he comes to, he stares about for a moment, testing the strength of his bonds to see if the orderlies had done their jobs right, oh how he'd have liked if they'd not. But surely they had, and besides that...a doctor had entered.
This was not such a strange thing of course, but the fact that he was still in the operating room, and that this doctor knew so much about him had Kragen's eyes focusing all that much faster, taking in the details, listening to the words. This man knew him, or knew his work...and that mean't he was much more interesting then a regular doctor.
"Age means nothing my dear fellow." Kragen chuckles through the bindings of his face, fighting the pain. "And those, flashes in the pan, the car and the road chase...were merely entertainment." He meets the doctors gaze and narrows his eyes.
"After all, I do not perform masterpieces of work without suitable recompense. Why should I craft a magnum opus of fire and death with no one to appreciate it? And no one suitable in which to suffer it?" He inquired with that knife like grin splitting his lips despite the stitches.
"But I must say, you are remarkably well informed for a ER surgeon, so do tell me...on which side of the fence do you plant your feet hmm?"
He watches the man then, listening to him as he considers the man's intent, his plan for Kragen as he lay there in restraints.
Shay @ 7:42PM
[Per+Emp]
Roll: 3 d10 TN7 (3, 7, 8) ( success x 2 ) VALID
niko @ 7:43PM
Witnessed!
Because Kragen always had a plan, as insane or offbeat as it might seem, he always had something brewing, something set aside for just the right moment. If he didn't, he wouldn't have lasted as long as he had in this world of shadows and fire. He might occasionally glare at an EMT when they poke particularly hard, or laugh when they seem overly fastidious or concerned, but beyond that he is quiet the entire time up until he enter's that the operating room.
It is here and only here that he fights for a few moments as the anesthesia works to take his consciousness, he knew of the vile and nasty things that could be done to a man in his sleep, and he had no desire to have such things done to him. But there is no winning against the inevitable pull of the drugs, and so he slumbers as the saw bones work away at him, chewing him up, and putting him back together afterwards.
When he comes to, he stares about for a moment, testing the strength of his bonds to see if the orderlies had done their jobs right, oh how he'd have liked if they'd not. But surely they had, and besides that...a doctor had entered.
This was not such a strange thing of course, but the fact that he was still in the operating room, and that this doctor knew so much about him had Kragen's eyes focusing all that much faster, taking in the details, listening to the words. This man knew him, or knew his work...and that mean't he was much more interesting then a regular doctor.
"Age means nothing my dear fellow." Kragen chuckles through the bindings of his face, fighting the pain. "And those, flashes in the pan, the car and the road chase...were merely entertainment." He meets the doctors gaze and narrows his eyes.
"After all, I do not perform masterpieces of work without suitable recompense. Why should I craft a magnum opus of fire and death with no one to appreciate it? And no one suitable in which to suffer it?" He inquired with that knife like grin splitting his lips despite the stitches.
"But I must say, you are remarkably well informed for a ER surgeon, so do tell me...on which side of the fence do you plant your feet hmm?"
He watches the man then, listening to him as he considers the man's intent, his plan for Kragen as he lay there in restraints.
Shay @ 7:42PM
[Per+Emp]
Roll: 3 d10 TN7 (3, 7, 8) ( success x 2 ) VALID
niko @ 7:43PM
Witnessed!