Hattori Hanzö

[OOC: Dean was supposed to have this topic, but he's busy, and I figured it would be better for Hattori to try to finish this before the Muscle Madness task so he can join that as soon as it starts ^^]

Kuzco rubbed his temple with his right hand while he used his left to flip through the pages of Hanzö's file. The fact that Dean had just left this file in the staff room whilst he went and took a shower made Korso wonder why he ever hired him in the first place. He didn't mind too much though, this new prisoner seemed interesting..
As the door opened and the guy was led into the room in handcuffs and an orange prisonersuit it made Korso smile amused at how the suit barely fit the big guy. He supposed they had already given their biggest prisonersuit to Alexander.
"Hanzö," he read from the file and hoped he was pronouncing it right. Not that he cared much if he didn't.
"Why don't you sit and we can begin?"

Hattori Hanzö merely moved into the room in a mechanical manner, his slit eyes not blinking as he walked across the concrete space. The fact that his cuffs were incredibly tight did not seem to bother him much at the moment, for he seemed more interested in perceiving the nature of his surroundings, from the materials used to build the prison to the nature of the people taking care of him. His focus was broken upon the mentioning of his real name, leaving him to raise his eyes up a bit to glance at the man talking to him. He was fairly impressed they had gotten to the records of his clan, but it'd take alot more than that to have him show any sort of emotion (positive or negative) to Darkstone prison, its inmates and guards.

He halted next to the chair he was bound to sit in, letting gravity overtake him as he took his seat respectfully, quickly adjusting himself so that his back was fully pressed against the chair. He, above anything, valued posture and organization, so this was how he'd act to anyone around him. Staring forward at Korso, he remained silent, wondering what the director of the prison would do now.

"Your prisoner number will be Q62913, you should remember that. Don't count on your name being used often in here," he let him know, wasting no time. This wasn't even his job, so he wasn't planning on letting it take up much of his time. The sooner they were done, the sooner he could sip cocoa in front of the TV in his room.
"You will respect your authority figures, you will keep quiet after 11pm, and you will under no circumstances violate your cellmate in any way. Are the rules clear?"

Hanzö merely stared forward, his dark eyes completely fixated upon Korso's as he calmly witnessed the man expose the rules of the establishment, which did not seem to really bother him. He was used to listening to those above him, and while he had no reasons to do so around here, he'd play along, at least until he felt he was in utter advantage. When he heard Korso's final question, he blinked his eyes for the first time since entering the room, the same apathetic expression on his face as he saw the man speak.

"You will be confined to cell C3," he continued, not at all interested in this prisoner. At first he had hoped that he might be fun, but this was just plain boring he decided. Probably why Dean hadn't wanted to do it.
"You will be given one meal a day, and nothing more." He didn't even bother looking up to see if the prisoner was reacting, he already knew he'd only stare blankly at him like some kind of mentally challenged kid.
"If there is anything else you wish to say, you should say it now before the guard escorts you to your cell again."

The Hanzö clan's prodigal child merely stood calm in his place as he heard Korso finish his speech. Tilting his head to the side for the first time, he blinked upon hearing the director's last declaration, which, for once, seemed to go according to something he could actually be interested in.

"There is...one thing I would like to tell you, Korso-san." Hattori suddenly murmured under his breath. His voice had been described as being very calm and quiet, with an almost musical feeling to it. Almost as a viper's soft rattle while it closed in on its prey. For the first time since he had entered the room, Hanzö was directly observing Korso with interest as his hands finally let go of each other, his icy glare growing more intense. "Is there any chance the snake can devour the eagle in mid air?"

He raised an eyebrow at the man's question. Was he toying with him?
"Hattori, I've lived 44 years without knowing, I'm not going to start caring now," he smiled amused before he nodded towards the guard in the corner. "I think we're done here," he told him.

Hattori let his usually expressionless lips curve up into a polite smile as he closed his eyes, rising so that the guards could grab him more easily.
"I bid you farewell. Though we are not done. When an eagle lays its eggs near a snake's nest, its babies are bound to be eaten. When such happens, the eagle'll have nothing left but to wither alone and die." he said in an almost cheerful tone as he waited for the guard to grab him. "So far, I see a mother eagle and her three babies. There are alot of snakes too. I'd be careful, Korso-san. A viper's bite is deadly. And it only needs a strike."

Ahh, so he was trying to threaten him. Now that was amusing. It seemed the man had misinterpreted the situation. It seemed to him the asian was the one locked up and trapped, while he himself would have the world of fun playing with this little trapped mouse.
"So it does," he agreed, trying to make it sound as little threatening as possible, though it obviously was a threat, he wouldn't deny that. More like a warning actually.
He watched the man being escorted out and closed his file satisfied. He might have been wrong about this man. He might just be fun after all.

{OOC: Thanks, Ylva! I appreciate you doing this for me <333 I should have started it sooner, I'm sorry about that <3}

[OOC: No need to appologize, you didn't know Shang was going to register when you made plans to go out! xDD It wasn't much anyway, so dw about it You can take the next one to join ]