[When Kratos wakes up, he feels much better. A bit weak generally, but the healing sort. The cough lingers in his lungs only because his sinuses have been draining, but at least now he can breathe, and his throat has only a tickle in it which is easily assuaged by the soup and water Yuan has been leaving him.
[And Yuan has forgotten to handcuff him.
[Smiling to himself, Kratos takes care of a few things around the room and ensuite, ensuring his belt is buckled on and his glasses stowed away (along with the book he is absolutely not enjoying), and pulling his boots on.
[Then he strides out. The guards at the door try to stop him, but between Kratos's commanding tone and assuredness, and the knowledge that they've been guarding a sick man as opposed to a hostage, he convinces them that he has full range of the base. After all, if he were truly a prisoner, he'd have been cuffed inside the room for good measure, wouldn't he? Of course. (They give his hair odd looks. He ignores them.)
[The information those guards give him is solid, however; most people in the base know he's there, who he is, and thankfully Yuan's sentimentality have given most of them the impression that Kratos is Lord Yuan's best-kept secret on the Cruxis inside. The guards insist on continuing to guard him, which Kratos accepts only because there is some merit to being escorted to anywhere he wants, provided neither Yuan nor Botta are there.
[He asks to see their training room first. If there's a weapon there he can pick up, he will. Luckily there's some recruits training, and he's able to slip a dagger into his boot under the cover of actually weighing in on the training.]
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[And Yuan has forgotten to handcuff him.
[Smiling to himself, Kratos takes care of a few things around the room and ensuite, ensuring his belt is buckled on and his glasses stowed away (along with the book he is absolutely not enjoying), and pulling his boots on.
[Then he strides out. The guards at the door try to stop him, but between Kratos's commanding tone and assuredness, and the knowledge that they've been guarding a sick man as opposed to a hostage, he convinces them that he has full range of the base. After all, if he were truly a prisoner, he'd have been cuffed inside the room for good measure, wouldn't he? Of course. (They give his hair odd looks. He ignores them.)
[The information those guards give him is solid, however; most people in the base know he's there, who he is, and thankfully Yuan's sentimentality have given most of them the impression that Kratos is Lord Yuan's best-kept secret on the Cruxis inside. The guards insist on continuing to guard him, which Kratos accepts only because there is some merit to being escorted to anywhere he wants, provided neither Yuan nor Botta are there.
[He asks to see their training room first. If there's a weapon there he can pick up, he will. Luckily there's some recruits training, and he's able to slip a dagger into his boot under the cover of actually weighing in on the training.]