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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 10:04 am
The Prisoner cells were a reminder of force and order, but these days they were unused aside from a short disciplinary action for their own clansmen. A temporary time out when shouting didn't drill the lesson home. To Vin, thry felt homey. A closed room with an open access point in the recess of a room reminded him of hive cells and he took enjoyment in entering and exiting each cell with a appraising hum.
"Cells are nice. Cozy. They remind me of pits and burrows. Someplace secure and connected like a hive. But stone this thick and this uniforn is a bit unnerving sometimes. Too uniform. No sign of carving it out yourself. The claw and teeth marks are too pretty for modernization."
"What makes you feell cozy? Have you been in these cells before? Flying and wings must make this bad for you or like cozy tree inside?"
He settled in one at the end and looked around it. "We haven't captured before or seen these filled before. We have these cells but they seem strange now not used. Just here."
He touched the cot and rose up. "Anyone would be damned to be here though with war outside. Feeler safer knowing that. That everyone here looking out for what is wrong or strange. I hope you feel same with us. That we are here to help with that. We aren't sure what is happening but hate for it to happen again and cause panic and accusations. That would break this tower."
He moved to the cell door. "Let us go to our floor, kay?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 12:21 pm
Rep had always been a bit afraid of the prison cells. He had an innate dislike of cages and of anything which could take away his freedom. Sometimes he'd go to sleep and dream of a cage, a room from which he couldn't escape, a room with a terrifying screaming voice at the door, knowing she would get in, she would get in to where he was and he could do nothing about it. It was something that woke him in a cold sweat more than once. No, he didn't want to end up in a cell ******** at all and gave Vin a concerned look for even the suggestion that it was something pleasant.
"Naw man, I hate ******** cells and I've never been in one. You are right man, I hate it, I really hate being confined. Doesn't matter if it looks like a tree or whatever, if I knew I couldn't escape I'd go crazy. Torture is nothing but captivity is hell." He shivered, hugging himself. "We need to keep them in case we need them. Just cause it's peaceful now doesn't mean we won't be back at war again tomorrow. Maybe one day they'll all ******** come to their senses and we can finally be what we truly are all over again."
He nodded in approval at the other horseman's final comment though, standing up proud. "Aye, we'd keep people safe, we fight, we care and if you guys needed ******** backup then we'd be there by your side, happy to keep your prisoners or do the flying for you."
"And aye, I don't want this s**t to ******** up our relations as clans, it would be ******** a real shame if it happened. It won't happen to us, even if it happens to them. And aye, let's go."
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