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While it was true Tegi wasn’t the image of bravery at the moment he hated to being called out on his fear. I’m not crying though! he thought stubbornly, atleast… not now… was I before? Before any snide remarks could escape his lips a sharp reply jolted him back to reality. He jumped slightly at the suddenness of the interjection, but it effectively switched his attention to what Retra had to say. Seems like she has the same idea here. His concentration began to waver until the undertaker spoke up. That’s the biggest crock of s**t I’ve ever heard he thought with an annoyed huff. He’d remembered scissortail running through to escape, intervening to save Amelia when the undertaker had suddenly switched targets, and Retra jumping in when he was about to be struck. Nothing about that seemed to mesh with what he was saying. “That’s not how I remember it,” he chirped, “maybe that blow to the head your talking about knocked a few screws loose.” Convinced that Retra could handle things he scanned the room once more, eyes widening as they setteled on the doctor that was near the other undertaker. It didn't take long at all for Tegi to regress to a lump under the sheets. After briefly staying silent he regained composure and spoke up. “I have a bad habit of sticking my neck out for people…I thought the fight looked pretty one sided so I stepped in.”

Would you like to return the favor then? *pulls out a switch blade and holds it out to retra* do whatever you please *he stares at her not tense at all but staring at her encouragingly* I wont fight back the slightest, unless you take my life.... *the switch blade pops out revealing a long and very sharp blade, he flips it so the handle is facing her*

Undertaker - Kaida Matsuki

Tegi listened in silence under the covers. With how the conversation was going he didn’t but in, or rather couldn’t since the undertaker was too focused on Retra to listen to his witty remarks anyways. Instead he started messing with the ivs, and eventually, after discovering his other hand was useless and couldn’t grasp them, he began to test just how much he could move at the moment. If they weren’t going to pay attention to him he surely wasn’t going to sit back and relax. I have to try to get out of here… I have to… huh? He listsened to what the undertaker said, but as he turned back to what he was doing he noticed the blood going up the iv from his arm. Wow, thanks to your stupid logic now I know that I’m not completely down, he thought with a smirk. But before anymore thought was put into it something else weighed on his ears. Wait, what did he mean by reminds him of? It seemed that the cloaked undertaker had something behind him, something interesting and, likely, well worth hearing. As he was contemplating how to find out and what it could be a loud slam made him jump. This again? When Tegi freaked out hypersensitivity was a usual occurrence, but loud sounds were horrid. His younger self linked loud sounds with bad consequences, and when he felt vunerable it seemed that the reaction came back as if it never left.

But it sure did redirect his attention. Everything that came out of the cloaked man’s mouth was a reideration of his thoughts. Thinking it a bit safer, he poked out from under the sheets and looked at what was going on. The undertaker’s question remained unanswered and all attention seemed to be placed on the other. Retra, who was stroking a knife that was upon her lap, seemed the most interested to know. Well I guess that’s the way it should be since she’s the one back and forth on trusting him…. But looking back at the cloaked man brought a more curious question to mind. “Does that include yourself?” He muttered in an absent tone. After realizing he said it out loud he looked down momentarily, then back up. “Ah, I mean you don’t seem like you’re in for anything.” He hinted at his own collar as he spoke. Now I really wanna know this guy’s story.

Retra Smith


Retra listened to what the Undertaker had to say. She stared at him for a while when he finished talking Heh, for some strange reason I actually believe he's telling the truth... he seems to have a bit of an interesting past too ... an Orphanage, huh ? She looked down at the switch blade in her hands, then gave a small laugh Eh, what the hell, I guess I can risk trusting him. With the switch blade in hand, she held it up, tossed it into the air and caught it by its hilt " No, this blade will do just fine. I would really love to try out that beautiful black sword of yours, but, I'm still a bit weak thanks to my ... current condition," She leaned forward again and, this time, placed the tip of the knife's blade in the middle of the Undertaker's neck. " But, that doesn't mean I'm unable to use a knife.If you're true to your word about not fighting back, I'll know that I can trust you, " She focused her gaze on the knife's blade. Then, suddenly, she tilted her head to the side and asked curiously " You were ... an orphan ? "

*he sheaths his blade and just after she said no he feels the cold blade on his neck then another question came and his whole demeanor changes, he nervous, very in fact, he averts his gaze from her eyes, that answers her question, if she finds out this would of all been for nothing, not going to lose her* I.....

Undertaker - Kaida Matsuki

Well that’s shitty luck Tegi thought as he stifled a yawn. And he said I seemed interesting, there has to be something more. Sure enough half of his question was answered as the man continued to talk, with little pieces of information peeking through his conversation. Though he was happy that his hunch was correct with the other undertaker, Tegi was more focused on solving the cloaked figure, putting what little was given together. So someone who meant something to him died… I know what that’s like… he frowned. He flinched again as the cards were slammed down and his thoughts were recentered. He didn’t quite understand why it was a big issue, but supposed not everything was available through the prison. The way he saw it it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t like undertakers had to go through deadly trials to earn points let alone survive. “You’re lucky you’re on that side, it is a cruel game… ah, but you said you didn’t know about that…” He thought about it momentarily, scratching at scars on his shoulder while trying to decide just how to describe things. “To put it simply we’re forced to fight each other. The winner gets a prize and the loser gets a body part removed… well, if they survive at all that’s what happens… and if they do have something removed it’s usually done as painfully as possible…" he stated in an increasingly somber tone. Sometimes it would be someone Tegi didn’t know, but other times it wouldn’t be that fortunate. Facing someone he associated with was a struggle in itself.