Kelly watched and listened attentively, trying to get some sort of bearing. The guard seemed obliging enough, at least where Illilli was concerned, and that was something.
By the time the guard handed over the water, his legs were becoming cramped from sitting in that curled up position for so long. With inertia and gravity working against him, he started to stand, realizing in the process that his left foot had fallen asleep. He hated that.
He was in an odd sort of half-crouch when his cell mate muttered a statement/question, and he wasn't sure whether or not it was directed at him. Assuming that it was, he answered,
"Hell if I know. But I guess we can't do much besides wait."
Standing up seemed to somehow wake up Kelly's senses, and as he looked at Illili holding the water skin, he suddenly became aware that he was incredibly thirsty. But he hated to beg. He decided it was necessary.
"Hey," he said cautiously, "could I possibly have a sip of that water, since creating my own is apparently against the rules?"
He realized after he said it that that last part probably didn't make much since. He decided not to worry about it, Illilli probably wouldn't notice anyway.
Who's da jailboid?
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Dorcas Tansy
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
She wasn't making any more threats now, not any real ones. She still talked as if she had a bone to pick, but it was the hopeless, angry bark a teenager will take with a superior. "Fock, I'm cracked in half o'er 'ere, you try run me 'round with this 'girly' rubbish! I tol' you I'm not letting you call me that. You try'n' tease me, sumpin'? Like a damn li'l brat--owld man?"
In the periphery of her glower, Dorcas saw the mage bring water to the cell adjacent hers. She turned herself away from the sight--she didn't expect the same kind of treatment, and who wanted to see a guard go soft for one inmate when he'd just as soon deny Dorcas aid?
With the bars digging into her shoulder blades, she squirmed to find a comfortable position. First she held her hands up at her shoulders, fingers wrapped around the bars behind them. Lifting her arms hurt her middle, though, and she kept prodding and preening at her rib earnestly with either hand. She shifted her feet around, stomped a bit to make her heavy combat boots known, military surplus by the looks of them.
The look she gave Chrishton from under her furrowed brow was at the same time evaluating and confrontational. She didn't offer her name, nor did she shake the hand he'd offered.
In the periphery of her glower, Dorcas saw the mage bring water to the cell adjacent hers. She turned herself away from the sight--she didn't expect the same kind of treatment, and who wanted to see a guard go soft for one inmate when he'd just as soon deny Dorcas aid?
With the bars digging into her shoulder blades, she squirmed to find a comfortable position. First she held her hands up at her shoulders, fingers wrapped around the bars behind them. Lifting her arms hurt her middle, though, and she kept prodding and preening at her rib earnestly with either hand. She shifted her feet around, stomped a bit to make her heavy combat boots known, military surplus by the looks of them.
The look she gave Chrishton from under her furrowed brow was at the same time evaluating and confrontational. She didn't offer her name, nor did she shake the hand he'd offered.
"I'm afraid the water isn't mine to give and I'm afraid he already has his property back." Illilli groaned as she tried to massage her head, still sitting on the bench.
"How are you folks next door getting on?" she called tilting her head towards the ceiling, her voice was a little strained from the headache.
She had thought the headache was going away now that she had had some water but she had been rather mistaken. This was turning out to be a full blown stress-headache after the long events earlier in the day. The stress of being secured in a cell after having been told she was only being brought in for questioning, the horror of the massacre she had stumbled on at the tavern, the woman with the inhuman eyes and the boys walking down the street talking of risen dead had taken their toll. Every 20 seconds a stab of pain shot through her temples and she wished she could just sleep it off.
The itching feeling was back. It ran along the markings on her arms, legs and the ones that spread beneath her clothing across her back as well as deep between her shoulder blades. As the itches ran along the markings they occasionally twinkled a faint purple, blue or red metallic hint before returning to their normal birthmark brown color.
Illilli sighed and tried to rest while her markings continued their subtle and annoying dance of color where they could be seen on her wrists and just above her boots. As far as she knew this was nothing out of the ordinary though she was the only person she knew who was marked like this. Her family was largely unmarked save for occasional birthmark spots on their backs. The only spot she had was a triangle shaped birthmark just over the outside of her left knee, the rest were stripes reminiscent of tribal tattoos or zebras.
She didn't know why they itched or changed color when she got scared, frustrated or was in pain she just took it for granted.
"How are you folks next door getting on?" she called tilting her head towards the ceiling, her voice was a little strained from the headache.
She had thought the headache was going away now that she had had some water but she had been rather mistaken. This was turning out to be a full blown stress-headache after the long events earlier in the day. The stress of being secured in a cell after having been told she was only being brought in for questioning, the horror of the massacre she had stumbled on at the tavern, the woman with the inhuman eyes and the boys walking down the street talking of risen dead had taken their toll. Every 20 seconds a stab of pain shot through her temples and she wished she could just sleep it off.
The itching feeling was back. It ran along the markings on her arms, legs and the ones that spread beneath her clothing across her back as well as deep between her shoulder blades. As the itches ran along the markings they occasionally twinkled a faint purple, blue or red metallic hint before returning to their normal birthmark brown color.
Illilli sighed and tried to rest while her markings continued their subtle and annoying dance of color where they could be seen on her wrists and just above her boots. As far as she knew this was nothing out of the ordinary though she was the only person she knew who was marked like this. Her family was largely unmarked save for occasional birthmark spots on their backs. The only spot she had was a triangle shaped birthmark just over the outside of her left knee, the rest were stripes reminiscent of tribal tattoos or zebras.
She didn't know why they itched or changed color when she got scared, frustrated or was in pain she just took it for granted.
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Chrishton Radu
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(( Okay bear with me people, this is going somewhere. If you can't think of anything to add to this, I can do more, but don't worry about doing nothing with a short post. I just don't want to assume any actions for your characters. ))
The guard looked at Kelly after the request for some water was made. Both of them were lucky, the guard was one of the nicer types. Many of the guards were like him, ordinary decent people who did their job because of various circumstances. He had been gifted with magical abilities since he was a child. Particularly holding spells and shields, which was why he constantly got stuck watching the cells. Working with the battlemages had made him tougher than he would otherwise have been, and like all the mages working for the city, he had some strange quirks about him. When left alone to his own devices, when not actually showing that he wasn't all bad by doing kind gestures, there was something sinister about him. Something crawled under the surface of his eyes that hinted at a corrupted nature.
Even as he tossed the water sack through the bars to Kelly with a casual roll of his eyes and huff of air, there was something else in his demeanor that tried to hide, suggested only by a split second look he cast to the neighboring cell before it was gone.
Chris laughed again. Somewhere deep inside the jab at his age stung a little. He knew he was getting old, and that he could never be who he once was again. He deftly covered it up as with everything else.
"Least I dun' sound like I'm daft or somethin', ya little runt."
He paused, listening in on what was being said in the other cell. Illilli wasn't trying to break out, and was actually just asking for water. What a let down. Chris could think of a dozen ways to get the keys from the guard if he could get him close to the bars, but he didn't even bother asking for water.
"I tell ya what." He continued to Dorcas. "When we get outta here, ya kin show me just how tough ya are. I get the feelin' I'm gonna need yer help fer somethin'. An' when I do, ya kin get all the braggin' rights ya want. Eh? Sound good?"
The guard looked at Kelly after the request for some water was made. Both of them were lucky, the guard was one of the nicer types. Many of the guards were like him, ordinary decent people who did their job because of various circumstances. He had been gifted with magical abilities since he was a child. Particularly holding spells and shields, which was why he constantly got stuck watching the cells. Working with the battlemages had made him tougher than he would otherwise have been, and like all the mages working for the city, he had some strange quirks about him. When left alone to his own devices, when not actually showing that he wasn't all bad by doing kind gestures, there was something sinister about him. Something crawled under the surface of his eyes that hinted at a corrupted nature.
Even as he tossed the water sack through the bars to Kelly with a casual roll of his eyes and huff of air, there was something else in his demeanor that tried to hide, suggested only by a split second look he cast to the neighboring cell before it was gone.
Chris laughed again. Somewhere deep inside the jab at his age stung a little. He knew he was getting old, and that he could never be who he once was again. He deftly covered it up as with everything else.
"Least I dun' sound like I'm daft or somethin', ya little runt."
He paused, listening in on what was being said in the other cell. Illilli wasn't trying to break out, and was actually just asking for water. What a let down. Chris could think of a dozen ways to get the keys from the guard if he could get him close to the bars, but he didn't even bother asking for water.
"I tell ya what." He continued to Dorcas. "When we get outta here, ya kin show me just how tough ya are. I get the feelin' I'm gonna need yer help fer somethin'. An' when I do, ya kin get all the braggin' rights ya want. Eh? Sound good?"
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Joy
The Kitten Had It Coming
"My my, you keep your prisoners in a church? How delightful!"
Joy's voice became shrill then, as he was escorted in to what he was told was the city guard headquarters. All the place was missing was the pews. His eyes trailed over the tapestries, and a shadow of a memory threatened to burst out of it's cage, but was forced back down with a slightly nervous gulp. His smile soon returned.
The guards to either side of him exchanged a look, and one of them snickered. And so Joy was led through the antechamber, to a walkway to the left, and around a corner. Well, it wasn't even remotely as nice back here, but Joy took pleasure in the novelty of it all. He had never been in a holding cell before, after all.
The battlemage on duty turned to the approaching entourage. "What's this one in for?" The guards saluted the mage, and the one coming up behind Joy stepped forward. "Bearing arms against the Guard, and under suspicion of collaborating with an unauthorized magic user." In addition, a slip of paper was placed into the hand of the mage. It was glanced over, and with a nod, he motioned for the guards to proceed.
Joy was about to speak up in his defense, when he was elbowed roughly in the ribs. Biting his lip, it was all he could do not to let out a pained giggle. The guard on Joy's left growled, and pointed to the first cell in sight. "Shove'm in dere Willy," he spat out. This Willy, the man gripping his right arm, guffawed. "And 'ave de poor bloke ripped a new 'un? The pansy'd never last."
Thus he was led past the first cell, with the rough looking seasoned man and a woman who looked as tough as nails. Joy bobbed his head towards each of them in turn, quickly as he was rushed by, granting each a beaming smile.
The next cell over was occupied by a woman stained with the telltale signs of tears, and a handsome looking man. When the all clear was given by the battlemage, the cell door was thrown open, and Joy was pushed in none too gently, with the door slammed shut right behind him. In fact, he had to pull off some fancy footwork not to plow into the woman in his path. "Pardon me," he murmured, planting himself against a wall with a loud thud to break his momentum. "The fellows here aren't quite that courteous... you'd think I'd beaten a kitten to death with it's own tail."
There is a price to pay when your sense of humor is gained from a crass lot of freelance guards and blades for hire. But Joy saw nothing wrong with it, and chuckled quietly at his own joke. He stopped laughing, however, when he caught the eye of one of the guardsman who had been here before he arrived. For a brief instant, he felt as if he was being looked at as a piece of meat, but the moment passed, and the guard looked away. And Joy could have sworn he tasted a whiff of brimstone in the air.
Joy's voice became shrill then, as he was escorted in to what he was told was the city guard headquarters. All the place was missing was the pews. His eyes trailed over the tapestries, and a shadow of a memory threatened to burst out of it's cage, but was forced back down with a slightly nervous gulp. His smile soon returned.
The guards to either side of him exchanged a look, and one of them snickered. And so Joy was led through the antechamber, to a walkway to the left, and around a corner. Well, it wasn't even remotely as nice back here, but Joy took pleasure in the novelty of it all. He had never been in a holding cell before, after all.
The battlemage on duty turned to the approaching entourage. "What's this one in for?" The guards saluted the mage, and the one coming up behind Joy stepped forward. "Bearing arms against the Guard, and under suspicion of collaborating with an unauthorized magic user." In addition, a slip of paper was placed into the hand of the mage. It was glanced over, and with a nod, he motioned for the guards to proceed.
Joy was about to speak up in his defense, when he was elbowed roughly in the ribs. Biting his lip, it was all he could do not to let out a pained giggle. The guard on Joy's left growled, and pointed to the first cell in sight. "Shove'm in dere Willy," he spat out. This Willy, the man gripping his right arm, guffawed. "And 'ave de poor bloke ripped a new 'un? The pansy'd never last."
Thus he was led past the first cell, with the rough looking seasoned man and a woman who looked as tough as nails. Joy bobbed his head towards each of them in turn, quickly as he was rushed by, granting each a beaming smile.
The next cell over was occupied by a woman stained with the telltale signs of tears, and a handsome looking man. When the all clear was given by the battlemage, the cell door was thrown open, and Joy was pushed in none too gently, with the door slammed shut right behind him. In fact, he had to pull off some fancy footwork not to plow into the woman in his path. "Pardon me," he murmured, planting himself against a wall with a loud thud to break his momentum. "The fellows here aren't quite that courteous... you'd think I'd beaten a kitten to death with it's own tail."
There is a price to pay when your sense of humor is gained from a crass lot of freelance guards and blades for hire. But Joy saw nothing wrong with it, and chuckled quietly at his own joke. He stopped laughing, however, when he caught the eye of one of the guardsman who had been here before he arrived. For a brief instant, he felt as if he was being looked at as a piece of meat, but the moment passed, and the guard looked away. And Joy could have sworn he tasted a whiff of brimstone in the air.
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Illilli cringed at the off-color joke. She happened to like kittens...
"You are pardoned..." she mumbled after opening an eye just enough to get a good look at him.
She sighed again and went back to the vain attempt to massage her headache away. Her markings still danced with the occasional glimmer of color.
"My name is Illilli and my reason for being here is they brought me in to question about what I saw at a massacre... Though they haven't asked much yet."
The itching feeling between her shoulderblades was slowly driving her nuts. She began to rub her back against the wall of the cell seeking relief.
"You are pardoned..." she mumbled after opening an eye just enough to get a good look at him.
She sighed again and went back to the vain attempt to massage her headache away. Her markings still danced with the occasional glimmer of color.
"My name is Illilli and my reason for being here is they brought me in to question about what I saw at a massacre... Though they haven't asked much yet."
The itching feeling between her shoulderblades was slowly driving her nuts. She began to rub her back against the wall of the cell seeking relief.
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Dorcas Tansy
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And now Rudeboys have a go wail
It hurt Dorcas to swing her head so quickly to face Chris's comment. He said she sounded like what?
"Runt?" Her face was scrunched up in a combined expression of pain and insolence. Her accent sounded classless for that moment, her syllable articulated at the front of her mouth, her upper lip pulled back from her teeth. It sounded almost like "vunt." She sounded like an urchin.
Her pause was filled when a distinctly new voice grew into the jail. Guards brought the man in. He looked smug and sounded prim--whether that was his sense of humor or not, decidedly prim. She only caught a glimpse of him as he grinned into her cell.
She dropped the Cockney when she hissed against at Chris; it was only pretended anyway, the urchinish talk. Her shrill hiss was Manchester--though of course the people of this place wouldn't identify it as such, or at all. "Gonna need my help for sumthing then? Fockin', I need help roit now an' nobody gives a horse's arse I'm busted through! It's disgraceful an' this place is hell. They took my cat." She paused after that last statement and glared at Chris for emphasis. Then she spoke again, slowly and deliberately. She clearly needed to take her time if she was to manage to make any sense at all through her bewildering pain.
"If you want anything out of me, you're getting me the fock out of here and getting me a doctor. And we're taking my cat. And my name's Dorcas, but don't get smart callin' me by it like it's some kind of leash, my name. I don't answer 'less I feckin' feel loik it."
"Runt?" Her face was scrunched up in a combined expression of pain and insolence. Her accent sounded classless for that moment, her syllable articulated at the front of her mouth, her upper lip pulled back from her teeth. It sounded almost like "vunt." She sounded like an urchin.
Her pause was filled when a distinctly new voice grew into the jail. Guards brought the man in. He looked smug and sounded prim--whether that was his sense of humor or not, decidedly prim. She only caught a glimpse of him as he grinned into her cell.
She dropped the Cockney when she hissed against at Chris; it was only pretended anyway, the urchinish talk. Her shrill hiss was Manchester--though of course the people of this place wouldn't identify it as such, or at all. "Gonna need my help for sumthing then? Fockin', I need help roit now an' nobody gives a horse's arse I'm busted through! It's disgraceful an' this place is hell. They took my cat." She paused after that last statement and glared at Chris for emphasis. Then she spoke again, slowly and deliberately. She clearly needed to take her time if she was to manage to make any sense at all through her bewildering pain.
"If you want anything out of me, you're getting me the fock out of here and getting me a doctor. And we're taking my cat. And my name's Dorcas, but don't get smart callin' me by it like it's some kind of leash, my name. I don't answer 'less I feckin' feel loik it."
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Chrishton Radu
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Chris gave the new guest a return grin for the brief instant he could see the man. Listening to what he could hear around the wall, he quickly decided he liked him. His attention was soon returned to the girl beside him though.
"Yeah, this place does kinda have that whole 'came outta a horses arse' kinda feel about it, don't it?"
He had to admit, she was right. This place was rather hellish. All it needed was some fire and men with pitchforks, and the image was complete...
Not that the girl before him had any idea what hell was really like. Nothing on this plane could ever come close. Nothing. Hopefully she never would know.
He was quickly getting sick of this hell, however. Spirits be damned, he'd waited long enough to meet whoever it was he was supposed to meet, and getting out of the place was becoming a priority.
He approached the girl and muttered to her so that even she could barely make out what he was saying.
"Don't ya worry yer little head though. We'll get yer kitty back. Just play along."
Chris turned to the bars suddenly again and threw his hands onto them, grabbing them and throwing his face foreward so he was as close as he could get without mashing up against them again. A clang of metal resonated through the stone room as the door shook from the impact.
"OY!"
His voice boomed even louder than the clang, enough to be heard all the way into the antechamber for sure. He was staring at the mage guard, who actually startled and looked at him. Chris looked furious, his eyes flaring with their own internal rage. He looked completely insane.
"OY ye! I'm sick 'o bein stuck in 'ere with yer crap room mates! Feck ye!"
His strange accent, which was not pinpointable to any particular group other than what must be a low social class, seemed to change in abnormal ways. It was inconsistent to say the least.
He shook the bars and the cage rattled against its hinges, making more noise. Shoving at them again, he pushed himself away from them and moved at Dorcas with his hand pulled back as if he was going to strike her with a backhand. And he did.
It wasn't a hard blow - the man obviously had good control over his movement - but it did look real enough, and connected right with the side of her face. When she moved with the blow, he gave her a shove backward into the wall. Again, it wasn't particularly hard, but it was enough so that she pretty much had to cooperate.
"Yeah, this place does kinda have that whole 'came outta a horses arse' kinda feel about it, don't it?"
He had to admit, she was right. This place was rather hellish. All it needed was some fire and men with pitchforks, and the image was complete...
Not that the girl before him had any idea what hell was really like. Nothing on this plane could ever come close. Nothing. Hopefully she never would know.
He was quickly getting sick of this hell, however. Spirits be damned, he'd waited long enough to meet whoever it was he was supposed to meet, and getting out of the place was becoming a priority.
He approached the girl and muttered to her so that even she could barely make out what he was saying.
"Don't ya worry yer little head though. We'll get yer kitty back. Just play along."
Chris turned to the bars suddenly again and threw his hands onto them, grabbing them and throwing his face foreward so he was as close as he could get without mashing up against them again. A clang of metal resonated through the stone room as the door shook from the impact.
"OY!"
His voice boomed even louder than the clang, enough to be heard all the way into the antechamber for sure. He was staring at the mage guard, who actually startled and looked at him. Chris looked furious, his eyes flaring with their own internal rage. He looked completely insane.
"OY ye! I'm sick 'o bein stuck in 'ere with yer crap room mates! Feck ye!"
His strange accent, which was not pinpointable to any particular group other than what must be a low social class, seemed to change in abnormal ways. It was inconsistent to say the least.
He shook the bars and the cage rattled against its hinges, making more noise. Shoving at them again, he pushed himself away from them and moved at Dorcas with his hand pulled back as if he was going to strike her with a backhand. And he did.
It wasn't a hard blow - the man obviously had good control over his movement - but it did look real enough, and connected right with the side of her face. When she moved with the blow, he gave her a shove backward into the wall. Again, it wasn't particularly hard, but it was enough so that she pretty much had to cooperate.
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Arden
Kelly had been around some pretty sketchy people before, but he had always tried to avoid any sort of prolonged contact with them. His jail-mates were beginning to give him a very unpleasant, squirmy feeling. Illilli seemed to be the only one who wasn’t completely batty and liable to kill someone at any moment.
He nodded a bit coldly at the newcomer, trying to appear both polite and uninterested in his company. He didn’t like giggling, unsettling people any better than rating ones.
As he took a gulp of his water, he caught the tail end of a conversation from the other cell. Even as he was wondering why in the world the rough-talking girl was so concerned about her kitty-cat, he registered that the nut-jobs next door were actually considering escape! The thought had not even begun to cross his mind before, but suddenly he found himself wondering if he could liquefy a large enough section of the bars… but he quickly abandoned that thought. He told himself that he would probably get our soon enough, anyway, so there was no need to make a fool of himself and get into more trouble.
There was a brief interruption in the commotion from the other cell before the crazy man began making even more noise than before and, from the sound of it, smacked the crazy woman.
“Hey! How dare you hit a lady!”
Delivered with the calm but firm indignation he had been so carefully taught, the words escaped from his mouth a deadly split-second ahead of his judgment. The instant the words were gone, Kelly discovered many, many reasons why they should never have come into existence – among them that he didn’t even know exactly what had taken place, that the crazy man would probably want to kill him now, and that, given that odd pause, he might have just screwed up some sort of plan.
As he often found himself doing, Kelly cursed his mother and her insistence on ‘bringing her son up a gentleman’.
He nodded a bit coldly at the newcomer, trying to appear both polite and uninterested in his company. He didn’t like giggling, unsettling people any better than rating ones.
As he took a gulp of his water, he caught the tail end of a conversation from the other cell. Even as he was wondering why in the world the rough-talking girl was so concerned about her kitty-cat, he registered that the nut-jobs next door were actually considering escape! The thought had not even begun to cross his mind before, but suddenly he found himself wondering if he could liquefy a large enough section of the bars… but he quickly abandoned that thought. He told himself that he would probably get our soon enough, anyway, so there was no need to make a fool of himself and get into more trouble.
There was a brief interruption in the commotion from the other cell before the crazy man began making even more noise than before and, from the sound of it, smacked the crazy woman.
“Hey! How dare you hit a lady!”
Delivered with the calm but firm indignation he had been so carefully taught, the words escaped from his mouth a deadly split-second ahead of his judgment. The instant the words were gone, Kelly discovered many, many reasons why they should never have come into existence – among them that he didn’t even know exactly what had taken place, that the crazy man would probably want to kill him now, and that, given that odd pause, he might have just screwed up some sort of plan.
As he often found himself doing, Kelly cursed his mother and her insistence on ‘bringing her son up a gentleman’.
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Joy
So, this was what being physically imprisoned was like. Joy flicked the bars, interested to hear the sound they produced. Then remembered he had company, with the woman actually speaking to him. Shaking his head with a grin, he gave himself a soft internal scolding for being so easily distracted.
"Illilli was it? That's a pretty name. I once knew a Lily. Well.. I didn't personally know her, but my friend did. She was what he called a Madame, and was quite nice. It seemed like she was a little bit too eager to have her daughters married off though." He pauses as his little story is finished, and then he notices something odd. "Oh, and did someone paint lines on you? It almost looks like they are moving. I think I'm just a little dizzy though, those guards sure aren't afraid to knock a man around!"
He kept on shifting his balance from foot to foot, twisting his lips. They sure didn't offer prisoners much space to stretch out in. This might pose a problem when he was ready to do his exercises. That, and the fact his blade was taken. Very unfortunate.
But again, he got distracted by this new locale. "Oh right... you gave your name. Mine is Joy. Like the emotion." He grinned sheepishly, and was about to say more when the disturbance in the nearby cell was heard.
There was the angry voice, and the the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Ah, the ever so ready sound of conflict, and Joy without his weapon. This didn't bode well. What did surprise him was the man sharing the cell with him shouting. Something about hitting a lady.
Because everyone else was raising their voice, and Joy couldn't see what was happening in the next cell, he got an idea. He would join in. So he shouted in turn, "What's going on!?!" And for good measure, he flicked the bars of the cell, looking quite satisfied with the result.
"Illilli was it? That's a pretty name. I once knew a Lily. Well.. I didn't personally know her, but my friend did. She was what he called a Madame, and was quite nice. It seemed like she was a little bit too eager to have her daughters married off though." He pauses as his little story is finished, and then he notices something odd. "Oh, and did someone paint lines on you? It almost looks like they are moving. I think I'm just a little dizzy though, those guards sure aren't afraid to knock a man around!"
He kept on shifting his balance from foot to foot, twisting his lips. They sure didn't offer prisoners much space to stretch out in. This might pose a problem when he was ready to do his exercises. That, and the fact his blade was taken. Very unfortunate.
But again, he got distracted by this new locale. "Oh right... you gave your name. Mine is Joy. Like the emotion." He grinned sheepishly, and was about to say more when the disturbance in the nearby cell was heard.
There was the angry voice, and the the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Ah, the ever so ready sound of conflict, and Joy without his weapon. This didn't bode well. What did surprise him was the man sharing the cell with him shouting. Something about hitting a lady.
Because everyone else was raising their voice, and Joy couldn't see what was happening in the next cell, he got an idea. He would join in. So he shouted in turn, "What's going on!?!" And for good measure, he flicked the bars of the cell, looking quite satisfied with the result.
Illilli stretched her arms out displaying the pattern.
"No, I was born with these. They run down my back and then they are kinda like cuffs around my wrists and ankles. They are birthmarks of somekind. Mom had just a spot... her spot would change from brown to yellow and a dark green when she was upset... I don't know what they are... " Illilli trailed off when she heard the ruckus in the next cell and the sickening smack.
"Oh my... I wish I were out of this place... Not that I've been mistreated, but I don't feel so good here."
The itch between her shoulderblades increased and her markings glimmered more violently now barely fading to brown before shifting to red, blue, or purple.
"I hope he doesn't kill her, she wasn't so good when the guard put her in there..." she almost shrieked in her distress.
"No, I was born with these. They run down my back and then they are kinda like cuffs around my wrists and ankles. They are birthmarks of somekind. Mom had just a spot... her spot would change from brown to yellow and a dark green when she was upset... I don't know what they are... " Illilli trailed off when she heard the ruckus in the next cell and the sickening smack.
"Oh my... I wish I were out of this place... Not that I've been mistreated, but I don't feel so good here."
The itch between her shoulderblades increased and her markings glimmered more violently now barely fading to brown before shifting to red, blue, or purple.
"I hope he doesn't kill her, she wasn't so good when the guard put her in there..." she almost shrieked in her distress.
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Dorcas's glower lifted when Chris raised his hand to her, as if her eyebrows were tied with an invisible line to the movements of his wrist. The look in her eyes was primarily shock, but she met Chris and the subsequent swing of his hand against her face with a current of internal mobilization running under the surface of her fearful eyes. Like the guard in the corridor, of basic kindness but questionable fiber, Dorcas too seemed to carry in her some truer character than her impudent bearing would suggest. Perhaps beyond her truculent front, there really was a spirit willing to fight for more than just show.
He hit her, and her head rolled on her neck and then she was pushed up against the wall. The impact must have jarred her ribs from behind, because she let out the same squawk she had when she had been prodded earlier by a guard.
She balled her hands into fists. The fingers of one hand were stained with rusty dry blood that flaked off a bit with each flex. She'd heard what he'd said to her so quietly before, but it wouldn't seem to make sense to put so much faith in a vague promise from a hostile stranger. Dorcas stared at Chris as he stood in front of her.
She looked many things: extremely pained, young, frightened, hardened, ready to fight. She did not, however, look very cocky, as she had looked since her entry to the jail. The girl looked genuine, for once.
He hit her, and her head rolled on her neck and then she was pushed up against the wall. The impact must have jarred her ribs from behind, because she let out the same squawk she had when she had been prodded earlier by a guard.
She balled her hands into fists. The fingers of one hand were stained with rusty dry blood that flaked off a bit with each flex. She'd heard what he'd said to her so quietly before, but it wouldn't seem to make sense to put so much faith in a vague promise from a hostile stranger. Dorcas stared at Chris as he stood in front of her.
She looked many things: extremely pained, young, frightened, hardened, ready to fight. She did not, however, look very cocky, as she had looked since her entry to the jail. The girl looked genuine, for once.
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The guard immediately jumped over to the cell when he saw what was happening. He did not need the death of a girl while under his custody on his record. Camulous would have his head for something like that, even if he was part of the battlemages and out of the captain's jurisdiction.
"HEY!" Ye yelled. "What the hell do you think..."
With the guard right up close to the bars, Chris' business with Dorcas was done. All he needed was for the man to get closer. His eyes briefly met her defiant look, but before he or she could do anything else to eachother, he lunged away in the direction of the door to his cell. The guard, seeing the lunge, flinched and backed off, but he stopped after taking only one step back under the assumption that the locked cell would protect him. He never saw what was coming next.
Chris reached the door and pushed on it with all his weight, and it swung open as easily as if it were unlocked, smacking into the guard with a great deal of weighted force. The guard's curiass absorbed much of the impact, but he wasn't wearing a helmet and as he was thrown back by the bars, his head lurched foreword and connected with the corner of the door.
A second later the guard was on the floor bleeding from his forehead and apparently unconscious. Chris was as surprised as anyone to see how effective the move was. He expected to have to take the man down in hand to hand, but not now. He looked at the bleeding man for a second, and then turned to grin at Dorcas, inflated with pride.
He then turned to look at the other three inmates, who he hadn't had a chance to get a proper look at yet. He grinned at them too, nodding.
"That's right. I'm good."
"HEY!" Ye yelled. "What the hell do you think..."
With the guard right up close to the bars, Chris' business with Dorcas was done. All he needed was for the man to get closer. His eyes briefly met her defiant look, but before he or she could do anything else to eachother, he lunged away in the direction of the door to his cell. The guard, seeing the lunge, flinched and backed off, but he stopped after taking only one step back under the assumption that the locked cell would protect him. He never saw what was coming next.
Chris reached the door and pushed on it with all his weight, and it swung open as easily as if it were unlocked, smacking into the guard with a great deal of weighted force. The guard's curiass absorbed much of the impact, but he wasn't wearing a helmet and as he was thrown back by the bars, his head lurched foreword and connected with the corner of the door.
A second later the guard was on the floor bleeding from his forehead and apparently unconscious. Chris was as surprised as anyone to see how effective the move was. He expected to have to take the man down in hand to hand, but not now. He looked at the bleeding man for a second, and then turned to grin at Dorcas, inflated with pride.
He then turned to look at the other three inmates, who he hadn't had a chance to get a proper look at yet. He grinned at them too, nodding.
"That's right. I'm good."
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Joy
"Oh... that's what's going on." A matter of fact statement, finished by a decisive nod. It was all a ploy, and Joy chided himself internally for not seeing it sooner. Tapping the bars of his cell, he harrumphed. Neat trick the man there had - either he was incredibly strong, or had the capabilities of unlocking his cell all along.
So what was Joy's place in all of this? He was still securely locked away in his cell, and he had done nothing wrong. Questioning, they just wanted him for questioning. What was the point gaining an enemy out of this city, perhaps nation, in trying to escape, when most likely he'd be let out soon enough anyway?
The answer was not long in coming. The battlemage, now slumped over and bleeding as he was, had dropped something. A slip of paper, bearing a simple seal. And, as the situation had unfolded, the paper was within reach of his current position.
Joy recognized it. It was the note those who had taken him in provided. He didn't hesitate. Swooping down, his fingers snapped up the paper by sliding his hand through the bars, and he squeezed up against the wall. Then came the tricky part. He couldn't read.
So, he did what he was taught to do. Look at a situation from all angles. He went through recent events in his mind, looking for clues. The man he was guarding was captured, under suspicion of unauthorized magic use. As soon as he was safely within custody, they stopped answering his questions. They wouldn't let him explain his situation, and wouldn't tell him how long he was to wait for the questioning process they insisted upon.
Joy suddenly thought of the some of the stories of his mentor, of the situations he had faced. Ruparis came from a land where a cruel dictatorship was in place. He had described situations like this one, and what often happened to the prisoners in such conditions. Something clicked in his mind. He could guess what the paper had written upon it.
"You know it's not over," he told the triumphant looking man who had just broken out of his cell. "There are more guards, and this place is well fortified." Joy wanted to giggle at his own words. Wow, he sounded just like Ruparis! His mentor would be so proud of him right now.
His next question he tried to pose absolutely seriously, but it came off a bit silly and contrived. "How do you plan on getting through this in one piece?"
So what was Joy's place in all of this? He was still securely locked away in his cell, and he had done nothing wrong. Questioning, they just wanted him for questioning. What was the point gaining an enemy out of this city, perhaps nation, in trying to escape, when most likely he'd be let out soon enough anyway?
The answer was not long in coming. The battlemage, now slumped over and bleeding as he was, had dropped something. A slip of paper, bearing a simple seal. And, as the situation had unfolded, the paper was within reach of his current position.
Joy recognized it. It was the note those who had taken him in provided. He didn't hesitate. Swooping down, his fingers snapped up the paper by sliding his hand through the bars, and he squeezed up against the wall. Then came the tricky part. He couldn't read.
So, he did what he was taught to do. Look at a situation from all angles. He went through recent events in his mind, looking for clues. The man he was guarding was captured, under suspicion of unauthorized magic use. As soon as he was safely within custody, they stopped answering his questions. They wouldn't let him explain his situation, and wouldn't tell him how long he was to wait for the questioning process they insisted upon.
Joy suddenly thought of the some of the stories of his mentor, of the situations he had faced. Ruparis came from a land where a cruel dictatorship was in place. He had described situations like this one, and what often happened to the prisoners in such conditions. Something clicked in his mind. He could guess what the paper had written upon it.
"You know it's not over," he told the triumphant looking man who had just broken out of his cell. "There are more guards, and this place is well fortified." Joy wanted to giggle at his own words. Wow, he sounded just like Ruparis! His mentor would be so proud of him right now.
His next question he tried to pose absolutely seriously, but it came off a bit silly and contrived. "How do you plan on getting through this in one piece?"
Illilli was quite scared, so scared she couldn't scream.
She just gulped and tried to breath while her markings shimmered and the itch between her shoulderblades deepened. She became pale, though it was a bit more pale than someone who was panic-stricken could naturally become. If someone had been looking at her eyes they would have noticed that they briefly became something different all together from their usual mix of blues, greys, greens and the delicate rim of yellow surrounding her pupil. Her pupils became elongated slits and her eyes shone a vivid blue like that of a cloudless sky at noon. She raised her eyes to meet those of the man in the hall.
After a brief span of 5 seconds her eyes and skin returned to normal but the itch and the dance of her markings continued.
"What do you have there Joy? May I read it?" she asked quietly once she found her voice.
She just gulped and tried to breath while her markings shimmered and the itch between her shoulderblades deepened. She became pale, though it was a bit more pale than someone who was panic-stricken could naturally become. If someone had been looking at her eyes they would have noticed that they briefly became something different all together from their usual mix of blues, greys, greens and the delicate rim of yellow surrounding her pupil. Her pupils became elongated slits and her eyes shone a vivid blue like that of a cloudless sky at noon. She raised her eyes to meet those of the man in the hall.
After a brief span of 5 seconds her eyes and skin returned to normal but the itch and the dance of her markings continued.
"What do you have there Joy? May I read it?" she asked quietly once she found her voice.