I. A Great Escape A. [It's hard to keep track of the time has passed, and it doesn't really matter. The length of time really meant nothing because any amount of time to keep them captive like this was much too long as is.
So it's no surprise that they would bite back when finally finding the opportunity to do so.] Come on Pickett. I need you to help out a bit. [A small creature had been hiding about with Newt for the entire duration. The stick bug-like creature is useful. He could pick locks after all. Newt hasn't found a lock that Pickett couldn't pick, so of course he has the creature go to task.
Perhaps a shackle or door needs to be unlocked. Pickett is happy to help with getting through locks.
Alone, Newt thought it too risky (especially because the last thing he wanted was them to take Pickett from him to either sell or kill), but with everyone in a frenzy and time of the essence, Newt wants to help as much as he can.
He'll swing open doors with some difficulty (at this point, his hands and fingers are broken and useless), but that does nothing to stop the Brit.] Come on, quickly. Let's go.
B. [He has always had a high tolerance for pain, he thinks. Maybe the saving grace is that he does well to be quiet as possible even as he can taste his own blood in his mouth and every part of him aches and burns.
Taking whatever they give him as far as violence goes won't get him to speak a word. As if he was actually going to say who escaped (and if they were honest, it was impossible to know exactly who escaped and who didn't).
Though Newt might falter when they switch to more underhanded tactics. His expression distraught. He knew better than to talk, but watching someone else suffer and them saying it was his fault for not talking? It was a hard pill to swallow whether it was true or not.] I'm sorry...
[Eventually they either give up on torturing Newt or yourself and move onto the next captive.]
II. The Cavalry [There's something so relieving when countless people suddenly come streaming into the basement and start freeing them all
He smiles weakly as he looks at whoever enters.] Hullo. [He'll need a bit of help. His hands and fingers are bent funny which makes it obvious they're broken. He has some nasty burns and areas where flesh seemed to have been removed and those might look like they're infected. The state of the cells aren't very healthy, so it really isn't surprising at all. His usual white dress-shirt is tattered and no longer white at all. If it isn't caked in blood, it's probably got dirt and grime too.]
Honestly, you're the best thing I've seen as of late.
III. The After A. [Newt has no qualms with giving a statement. Of course, he also was happy to detail everything. Observing things had always been something he was good at. Studying and the sort. It was painful to have to go over it all, but a necessary pain.
He's exhausted once the guard leaves him.
There's not a lot of Newt that isn't covered in bandages. While his hands and fingers are no longer broken, healing is a slow process. Healers only really healed what was necessary, not risking to push bodies with accelerated healing on injuries that could do with healing naturally for a bit.
Newt is quiet mostly. Perhaps its the exhaustion that settles deeply, but he often seems to be lost in his thoughts; eyes unfocused as he looks down at his shaking hands and how they struggle to do simple actions like clenching them into fists.
He'll only really snap out of it if he realizes he has company.] Ah, sorry. Did you need something of me?
B. [Shouldn't Newt be resting? Well, yes. probably.
Still. Newt hated idling and he wanted to keep himself busy and away from his thoughts. While he'll not be allowed to expend any magic or do anything too strenuous, he seems to at least be allowed to do small, menial tasks. Newt might come by hand you water or supplies of some sort. Nothing too heavy.
Though if his actions seem sluggish, he probably should be sent off to rest some more.
Perhaps the other reason he was moving about though was to find familiar faces. In particular-] Sorry, have you seen Theseus? Uhm, Theseus Scamander. He's my brother. [He hasn't seen the other as of late...]
C. [Returning to the barracks was nice. A little sad though to see just how much was lost during the fires. The amount of work that would need to be put into fixing everything and replacing everything that was lost. There was some silver linings where not every part of his place had been hit or damaged. It was still a lot of work and a lot of work he wasn't exactly well enough to quite tackle. How frustrating.
Newt tries not to think too much about it, but let his creatures out for fresh air as he seems to be figuring out a proper plan to tackle the work he has ahead of him.
If anyone were to visit him, they'll find a plethora of creatures running amok. From petalwolves to pantherhound to pygmy jacks to his swooping evil. They move about freely in the open area, though none never seem to run astray. Newt was sitting on the floor with the large zouwu curled up around him protectively. He seems at least content. After all, he hadn't seen his creatures in a week and this was possibly the most comforted he has felt in a long while.
One might find a creature or two coming over to them curiously to sniff at them.] They won't bite. They're well behaved. Usually.
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Newt Scamander | Witch | Kidnapped | OTA
I. A Great Escape
A.
[It's hard to keep track of the time has passed, and it doesn't really matter. The length of time really meant nothing because any amount of time to keep them captive like this was much too long as is.
So it's no surprise that they would bite back when finally finding the opportunity to do so.] Come on Pickett. I need you to help out a bit. [A small creature had been hiding about with Newt for the entire duration. The stick bug-like creature is useful. He could pick locks after all. Newt hasn't found a lock that Pickett couldn't pick, so of course he has the creature go to task.
Perhaps a shackle or door needs to be unlocked. Pickett is happy to help with getting through locks.
Alone, Newt thought it too risky (especially because the last thing he wanted was them to take Pickett from him to either sell or kill), but with everyone in a frenzy and time of the essence, Newt wants to help as much as he can.
He'll swing open doors with some difficulty (at this point, his hands and fingers are broken and useless), but that does nothing to stop the Brit.] Come on, quickly. Let's go.
B.
[He has always had a high tolerance for pain, he thinks. Maybe the saving grace is that he does well to be quiet as possible even as he can taste his own blood in his mouth and every part of him aches and burns.
Taking whatever they give him as far as violence goes won't get him to speak a word. As if he was actually going to say who escaped (and if they were honest, it was impossible to know exactly who escaped and who didn't).
Though Newt might falter when they switch to more underhanded tactics. His expression distraught. He knew better than to talk, but watching someone else suffer and them saying it was his fault for not talking? It was a hard pill to swallow whether it was true or not.] I'm sorry...
[Eventually they either give up on torturing Newt or yourself and move onto the next captive.]
II. The Cavalry
[There's something so relieving when countless people suddenly come streaming into the basement and start freeing them all
He smiles weakly as he looks at whoever enters.] Hullo. [He'll need a bit of help. His hands and fingers are bent funny which makes it obvious they're broken. He has some nasty burns and areas where flesh seemed to have been removed and those might look like they're infected. The state of the cells aren't very healthy, so it really isn't surprising at all. His usual white dress-shirt is tattered and no longer white at all. If it isn't caked in blood, it's probably got dirt and grime too.]
Honestly, you're the best thing I've seen as of late.
III. The After
A.
[Newt has no qualms with giving a statement. Of course, he also was happy to detail everything. Observing things had always been something he was good at. Studying and the sort. It was painful to have to go over it all, but a necessary pain.
He's exhausted once the guard leaves him.
There's not a lot of Newt that isn't covered in bandages. While his hands and fingers are no longer broken, healing is a slow process. Healers only really healed what was necessary, not risking to push bodies with accelerated healing on injuries that could do with healing naturally for a bit.
Newt is quiet mostly. Perhaps its the exhaustion that settles deeply, but he often seems to be lost in his thoughts; eyes unfocused as he looks down at his shaking hands and how they struggle to do simple actions like clenching them into fists.
He'll only really snap out of it if he realizes he has company.] Ah, sorry. Did you need something of me?
B.
[Shouldn't Newt be resting? Well, yes. probably.
Still. Newt hated idling and he wanted to keep himself busy and away from his thoughts. While he'll not be allowed to expend any magic or do anything too strenuous, he seems to at least be allowed to do small, menial tasks. Newt might come by hand you water or supplies of some sort. Nothing too heavy.
Though if his actions seem sluggish, he probably should be sent off to rest some more.
Perhaps the other reason he was moving about though was to find familiar faces. In particular-] Sorry, have you seen Theseus? Uhm, Theseus Scamander. He's my brother. [He hasn't seen the other as of late...]
C.
[Returning to the barracks was nice. A little sad though to see just how much was lost during the fires. The amount of work that would need to be put into fixing everything and replacing everything that was lost. There was some silver linings where not every part of his place had been hit or damaged. It was still a lot of work and a lot of work he wasn't exactly well enough to quite tackle. How frustrating.
Newt tries not to think too much about it, but let his creatures out for fresh air as he seems to be figuring out a proper plan to tackle the work he has ahead of him.
If anyone were to visit him, they'll find a plethora of creatures running amok. From petalwolves to pantherhound to pygmy jacks to his swooping evil. They move about freely in the open area, though none never seem to run astray. Newt was sitting on the floor with the large zouwu curled up around him protectively. He seems at least content. After all, he hadn't seen his creatures in a week and this was possibly the most comforted he has felt in a long while.
One might find a creature or two coming over to them curiously to sniff at them.] They won't bite. They're well behaved. Usually.
IV. Wildcard
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