Cludig quickly surfaces on the other side of the bars at the blond's words.
"My name is Cludig and-" She's cut off as she hears the stomping of returning guards. With a gurgling apology she dives back into her watery hidey-hole.
...Though the blonde guard stumbles back down the steps with Herpys and another mage-guard, it must be said that their overall air is "subdued."
In fact, they look positively put out.
"OY PRISONERS." The blonde bellows (her name is Bethesda by the way.)
"ORDERS FROM TOPSIDE, yer gonna make a visit to an important personage. That is IF you're behaved...."
She gets out her keys to unlock the cell door, and everyone involved glares angrily at various puddles throughout the room - no longer certain which one holds a witch.
Actually she has no idea why the prisoners are being brought up. She only knows that she must do it. Frankly she thinks the whole thing is a bad idea.
Huffly gruffly she marches up the stairs out of the prison, shouting, en route, an order to Herpys to keep an eye out for that tricksy witch. Herpys makes a face like he just inhaled an entire room full of cat pee smell.
Up up up through the halls they go, yards of white marble and well-kempt carpets receding into the distance as the guard brings her charge unto the royal quarters.
KNOCK KNOCK
Another interruption! This time through the library door. Two blonds - a guard, and a very assertive young man - enter. Also what looks like a wet pile of rags and hair.
"Yer Highness, prisoners ter see yer." She shouts.
"Corporal Gladys, I thank you."
She smiles, if you can call it that. There is a long pause during which the prince and the guard regard each other.
"Yes," He suggests. "I shall summon you if you are needed."
"Yer Highness." She repeats, troubled-like now. Before she scuffles off hastily, leaving Zell and Cludig behind, she mutters "They're trouble, these two."
Joffrey turns his beaming attention to the new arrivals, all good humor and warmth. He must not have heard her. "The last of the Outlanders. I'm glad you are unharmed. I understand you made quite an impression in the prison."
Nearly overjoyed to see the Prince, he almost succeeded at keeping a neutral face and tone, responding with a casual "Well, I hope it was a good impression."
"So! What's going on?", he asked, clasping his hands together in front of himself.
The prince assumes an attitude of equivalent casualness - even flicking his long black hair over his shoulder with one hand, as if he were talking to an old friend. Never mind that he is nearly a foot taller than Zell, indeterminately older, and that his cool eyes flash with humor that is a little too sharp to be kind.
"One wonders. Are you glad to see your friends again?"
From the couch, Bones grumbles and drinks from his goblet. He doesn't look entirely displeased to see the newcomers, though.
"Yea! Well, i barely know them, but we're all in the same boat, so...", he trailed off, the joy in his tone unmistakeable. Feeling much less threatened, he allowed himself to smile and looked around the room.
Well, it's not a court or an execution chamber (although he doesn't doubt it could become equivalent to either, if Joffrey so desired.) That's a positive. On the other hand -- that is, he thinks, the woman who had a nervous breakdown over filling up a water bottle, and the rest of the people in the room are virtual unknowns. (Except for, maybe, the man in grey; he had seemed at least somewhat competent.)
Hei moves towards the people sitting, trying to keep an eye both on Joffrey and on Varrå. 'Glad you are unharmed.' And they are, aren't they? So he must need them. And for what?
Quietly, he slides behind Shonagon's seat. Just-as-quietly, he asks, "What proposal?"
"I didn't intend to propose anything," she murmurs. "But I think His Highness means to put us to work. I may have..." An awkward half-chuckle, muffled when she bites down on her lip. "...I may have inadvertently suggested to him that we would make effective investigators."
"I-It wasn't intentional..." She mumbles miserably from beneath her wet mop. At least he wasn't throwing magic around this time from what she could tell. At least not the burning kind.
Her hands squelch as she wrings her hair nervously. At least she brought a puddle with her this time.
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Re: Zell & Cludig
Well shit. He felt like a fish in a barrel.
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"My name is Cludig and-" She's cut off as she hears the stomping of returning guards. With a gurgling apology she dives back into her watery hidey-hole.
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In fact, they look positively put out.
"OY PRISONERS." The blonde bellows (her name is Bethesda by the way.)
"ORDERS FROM TOPSIDE, yer gonna make a visit to an important personage. That is IF you're behaved...."
She gets out her keys to unlock the cell door, and everyone involved glares angrily at various puddles throughout the room - no longer certain which one holds a witch.
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Great!, he thought to himself. We can get the hell out of here.
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Actually she has no idea why the prisoners are being brought up. She only knows that she must do it. Frankly she thinks the whole thing is a bad idea.
Huffly gruffly she marches up the stairs out of the prison, shouting, en route, an order to Herpys to keep an eye out for that tricksy witch. Herpys makes a face like he just inhaled an entire room full of cat pee smell.
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Maybe it's that flaming guy. He seemed to trust us enough considering he killed the real assassins. Huuu.., thought Zell.
Spying the face Herpys was making, he smiled internally that not only would he not be coming with, but that he would be staying very far away.
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KNOCK KNOCK
Another interruption! This time through the library door. Two blonds - a guard, and a very assertive young man - enter. Also what looks like a wet pile of rags and hair.
"Yer Highness, prisoners ter see yer." She shouts.
"Corporal Gladys, I thank you."
She smiles, if you can call it that. There is a long pause during which the prince and the guard regard each other.
"Yes," He suggests. "I shall summon you if you are needed."
"Yer Highness." She repeats, troubled-like now. Before she scuffles off hastily, leaving Zell and Cludig behind, she mutters "They're trouble, these two."
Joffrey turns his beaming attention to the new arrivals, all good humor and warmth. He must not have heard her. "The last of the Outlanders. I'm glad you are unharmed. I understand you made quite an impression in the prison."
(Free for all.)
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"So! What's going on?", he asked, clasping his hands together in front of himself.
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"One wonders. Are you glad to see your friends again?"
From the couch, Bones grumbles and drinks from his goblet. He doesn't look entirely displeased to see the newcomers, though.
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Yep, looks like we're all here I think!
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Hei moves towards the people sitting, trying to keep an eye both on Joffrey and on Varrå. 'Glad you are unharmed.' And they are, aren't they? So he must need them. And for what?
Quietly, he slides behind Shonagon's seat. Just-as-quietly, he asks, "What proposal?"
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"I didn't intend to propose anything," she murmurs. "But I think His Highness means to put us to work. I may have..." An awkward half-chuckle, muffled when she bites down on her lip. "...I may have inadvertently suggested to him that we would make effective investigators."
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Her hands squelch as she wrings her hair nervously. At least she brought a puddle with her this time.