Twice. Twice now, Pollux reflected, he'd been taken hostage by monarchs. Firth with the Prince from another world, now, by some alien life form. More, this monarch wasn't as interesting as the other, (though, the lack of mystery raven was a pleasant change from his previous experience), and this monarch had a desire to see him dead, likely from a crime he supposedly commit in a past life.
He had to give this king credit; the man, (creature), had conviction.
Licking his lips as the creature-king laid out the rather basic facts of their entrapment, Pollux too assessment of the other cell occupants. He didn't flinch when touch, didn't tremble when he felt the all too familiar feeling of bloodlust hang in the air like a warm veil. He'd suffered that feeling too often before. His uncle, Killingworth, Various negaverse officers, Castor. Looking at the mad being Pollux felt a slight amusement in the tiny revelation. He feared his brother's power more than this thing's.
His body remaining still, eyes and face silent as the page was killed, warm copper scented blood slaking the bloodlust that had hung in the room previously, Pollux whispered the name to himself, trying to call upon anything of his past lives.
Yet it was a fool's attempt. His memories were of war yes, but war against other senshi, and the look of these beings were not in his memories. None he'd reclaimed at least.
A finger brushing over the chain, he held his stoic expression till the monarch left, leaving behind the prisoners in their cells, with only each other for comfort.
His first reaction was to chuckle. It was a cosmic irony, and a rather amusing twisted hand they had been dealt.
"Well, I'll be the first to say this is a lovely jail for us, all things considered." Standing, pausing only to strech his muscles, he reached out, tapping the back of his knuckles on the bars.
Eyes cast towards Methone, then towards the voice of Aegir, Pollux rolled his shoulders back, looking to the others gathered.
"I'll be blunt, do any of you recall this being or, a war you might have participated in as your past selves?" He looked to the bloodstains. "Because I would highly recommend sharing your information so we might use it for our benefit." He paid no mind to the fact there were agents of chaos with him. And if anything, he simply noted he'd kill them quickly if they were set against him.
Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 3:10 am
Chariklo's in Cluster 1, yo
Groaning a little as she forced her body into a sitting position, Chariklo gingerly felt the back of her head and grimaced a little at the tender spot she found. Well, she thought. That would explain why it feels like a damn sandbag attacked me. She didn't remember seeing what had knocked her out. Only a sense of someone or something behind her and then BAM.
Blinking a little as she tried to get her bearings, the first thing she noticed were the bars that formed her own little cage. The second thing she'd noticed was the heavy weight on her neck. Cage. Collar. She did a rapid doubletake, just to make sure that no one had stuffed her into a Princess Leia bikini while she'd been knocked out. Upon reassuring herself that she hadn't been attacked by some random 50 Shades fan, she edged herself closer to the bars. The closest people to her seemed to be a baby knight, a lieutenant, a baby Dark Mirror (she flinched a little at being so close to one of the group she'd walked away from) and... Ida?
"Ida?" her whisper was harsher than intended. Before she could continue, a hidden door opened and light flared, giving her a good look at just how many people were there. It also gave her a really good look at the things that came in and she wished that the torches weren't quite so good. Then again, she did not want to be in the dark with that... monster. Particularly since it was circling and touching them.
Frowning, eyes narrowed, she tried to make sense of what he was saying. Okay, she knew that she was guilty of some fairly bad s**t, but she was also pretty damn sure that she'd never heard of R'lyeh before, outside of the occasional Lovecraft read-through.
As the.. King spoke and smiled and offered the little Page a fighting chance, Chariklo felt every nerve in her body shrill with alarm. Bad Guys never monologued and then offered a fighting chance. She opened her mouth to scream a warning, to beg the girl to stay where she was, only to watch half of the girl turn into a fine mist. Squeezing her eyes shut against the sight of the King scrabbling bug-like to start eating the girl's remains, Chariklo swallowed hard, doing her best to not throw up. Though from the sound of it, others were not having as much luck in that department.
Edging back as far as she could from the view as she could, she didn't bother to blink back the tears as she reached out for Ida. She could just barely get her arm through the gap between the bars.
"Ida, it's really you, right?" she asked hoarsely, needing nothing so much right now as a simple reassurance that she wasn't alone. She could hear other voices talking, but right now, they weren't important. She'd worry about the whole fighting and killing for the amusement of a monster thing later.
Many people were talking and shouting, the normal things one did when in a situation one didn't want to be in and they all blurred into background noise under the weight of memory. It was the soft calling of her name by a familiar voice that finally broke through her quiet panic and pulled Ida back to reality. Of you could call this that.
"Chari?" She said, her voice shaking. Ida stumbled towards the bars that separated them and shoved both arms between them to curl fingers into the dove grey material of her friend's fuku. Chari... If there were a list of people she would want to be with in situations like this, the former Dark Mirror was one. She was strong and confident... It made her feel better, knowing she would have her back.
"Are you alone? Did you see Amytis, or... Or Hver? Any of my team?" The thought of Hver here... It didn't bear considering. "I was alone when they attacked me. I woke up here. Are you okay? Are your hurt?"
There could be only the barest of medical application here, with no supplies and bars between them. At least her hood was some raw material for makeshift bandages, but it wasn't much.
"Eternal Ida and Eternal Chariklo here!" She called out, joining the others in identifying themselves. Was that Aegir she heard? There weren't any other familiar names, which was both a comfort and a worry.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 9:43 am
Antares, Cluster 5
Pain... the first thing she felt was pain... and darkness... all encompassing darkness. With her heart racing the young senshi sat up with a start, a nightmare chasing her into wakefulness. With her head in her hands she worked silently to shake off the feel of her father beating her when she was younger. The first thing to penetrate her memories was the cold hard stone underneath her butt, it was so different than what she she had started to become use to that the strangeness helped pull her the last way out of her nightmare. Where was she? Antares didn't remember much about how she woke up here or even where here was.
Before she could really get her bearings the flare of light revealed she was on a stone floor in some kind of cage. She lurched to her feet and stumbled to the front of the cage. The bars were solid and nothing she would be able to do would break them and she wasn't alone if the sounds around her were true and not some trick. A curse was building when the 'Creature' appeared she shuttered at his appearance and quickly backed away when he reached out an arm. No way was she going to let him touch her.... no way in hell.
With her arms crossed, her legs spread wide, and her shoulders back she glared at their captors. She would not go down without a fight, and it was with a slight spurt of jealousy as some other girl was let out to attack the king. To her horror the young knight died in a puff of blood and mater. Antares stumbled backwards her hand instinctively going towards her neck where the page had had on some kind of collar. To her shock Antares felt the same kind of device surrounding her own neck, it rested right on top of her gold uniform wide necklace. She looked away in horror, shame, and sadness as the twisted king devoured what was left of the page, her arms wrapped around her middle trying to keep what was left of her dinner down.
She remained turned away as the king sauntered out and once the shock wore off Antares let fly a string of curses, getting louder and louder until she was practically screaming. The only way this situation could be worse is if the king wanted to use them for something other than fighting... something Antares would rather die than be forced to do. She stopped once her throat hurt, at which point she just sat down not caring about the cold stone under her butt. She was a senshi to protect those that could not protect themselves... and now it seemed she was the one who needed protection. Something she had sworn to herself to never need again.
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Corrupt Sailor Hatsya // Senshi of Swordplay: Cluster 3
Just as she had been told to do by General Benitoite, Hatsya was out gathering energy from a drunken young man hitting on a group of girls in a rather unsavory fashion. With her beginers quota nearly met, and the jerk dumped in the back of an alleyway by a dumpster, she was about to call for him to meet her somewhere when a blow had struck her on the back of the head. Knees buckling beneath her the last thing the Corrupt Senshi of Swordplay remembered was the world tilting as her head hit the pavement.
In a dreamless state, Hatsya lay in repose against the cold floor of her new prison cell oblivious to conversation going on between their captor and a captive till the sound of an explosion startled her awake. Chunks of flesh and splatters of blood fanned out from where half a torso remained. The creature which stepped forward to claim the warm remains pulled a startled gasp from her unbidden. ¡Dios mío! … What is that thing.
As quickly as it had happened, it was over. Whatever the argument had been about, first blood had been spilled and as he, at least she assumed the monster was a he, left with as little as his small list of expectations.
With the room now dim, and the ringing sound of the blast now subsided into a dull earache, Hatsya heard people whispering among themselves; some more hushed than others. One that was close sounded all too familiar and the only thing she could do was pray she was wrong. “Stibnite?” A cautious question spoken upon a whisper.
¡Dios mío!: My God...
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 10:42 am
Pharos, Cluster 2
Pharos woke with something of a start, feeling the hard ground beneath her and sitting up with confusion wide in her eyes. She felt the wait around her neck and looked down and poked the contraption around her neck. It was dark and she could make out a whole lot, but she could make out bars and quietly rose and moved over to them.
She was standing at the front of her cage when the lights came on and she could see other, but the people or whatever that took center stage quickly distracted her from that. Her hands went to the bars when he said they would fight and die for him. For crimes their ancestors had committed in the past? She didn't understand.
She wasn't really shocked to see dark man offer the one girl a way out, but as she went, Pharos made to call out. "No ..." she started, but it was too late before she got the words out. The young girl's head was blown. Pharos gasped and cried out scrambling back away from the bars. Back across the cold ground back into a corner trembling at the gruesome death.
Tears sprang into her eyes. She was kidnapped again and this time she might never seem her family or friends again. "Celsus," she called out wondering if her teammate was there but got no responce. She was relieved of course, but even more terrified.
She heard voices call out and only one rang familiar. Ida, she'd only met the girl recently.
"Squire Pharos here," she called out with a shaking voice, before looking towards a senshi in a cage closer asking about information.
"My ancestor hasn't said anything about any such thing, he barely left the surrounding. He had no need? How did this thing even get here?" She stood and moved closer to the bars looking around at the others.
As the darkness gave way to..darkness, of a different sort, the fog cleared from the super senshi's mind and he was left wondering just where he was. While he reoriented himself he stretched out along the...ground? That wasn't right. It was stone and the musty smell finally hit his nose causing him to wrinkle his nose in distaste of the strong odor. "Where?" He questioned as his voice trailed off as green eyes opened slowly just as some lights were coming on. Taking advantage of the lights the super senshi pushed himself off the ground and up onto his feet. The front of his uniform a glow in two spots, the very front and the tiara he had about his forehead.
The spider like creature obviously held power, of some sort or another, but more importantly was the madness that dripped and oozed from the figure. To hold onto such anger for so long must have driven him right off his rocker and into this madman before them all. He was seriously looking to punish them for things they didn't remember? Well, maybe some of them remembered he mentally corrected himself. Listening to the monstrosity talk he flinched back as that spindly hand reached in to touch his cheek, the nails scratching his skin and drawing a thin line of blood along his cheek. Hissing as skin parted along his cheek and blood welled up and slid down his fair flesh, down to his chin and down his neck slowly. His thumb was used to wipe up the blood and his finger licked clean as he listened to the mad mans ramblings - right till that page stood up.
Smacking his forehead to the bars he rolled his eyes - how stupid! This was like something right out of a movie and the outcome was beyond predictable and yet that senshi went rushing right off to her death. He wanted to say something, to make some sarcastic comment, but instead he watched in horror as he started to eat her, making a mess of himself and the area around him, the blood and bits on the ground from the initial explosion was bad enough - horrid really. Even as his mind, and eyes, were focused on the horrid sight his fingers had lifted on their own accord and sought out a collar about his throat. "Like hers..." he whispered to himself. Well, wasn't this just peachy. Banging his head once more off the wrote iron bars he let the words, the message, sink in as he took a few shaking steps backward into his cell as the creature and his little men left.
"Fight to the death...because of the past." he didn't remember the past! How could any of them be held accountable for it? They bore the same uniforms? Perhaps. But were they the same people? Absolutely not! The part of him which acted against injustices, in the form of hacking, wanted to rear it's head but there was precious little he could do to help here. This was a very deep hole and he had no way of climbing out or helping others to climb out of it.
Hearing people talking he heard people introducing themselves and added his name to the mix. "Chaldene here." He had heard Ida's name and after introducing himself he called out to her. "Ida! Are you ok?" He asked from his place in the back of his cell. He didn't like this, he didn't like any of it and he especially didn't like not being able to do anything. Fighting was something he was still coming to accepting, but he was doing better with it, but to be told he had to fight to the death, that he had to kill senshi and knights as well as negaverse agents and dark mirror senshi - that was too much. To know he might die so far from home, away from his mother and his friends. No...he couldn't allow that to happen, he needed to survive somehow.
As his own thoughts swirled, working himself into a worried mess, the images of that page's death replayed over and over as if showing him what his own fate may be. It was this loop of thought of vision which had him rushing to the other corner of his cell and hunching over as he let his dinner come up in a liquidy half digested mess. Shaking from the force taken to let it up he managed to stumble his way to the bars and swiped at his mouth with his sleeve in disgust, this was going to be really gross sooner rather than later.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 12:13 pm
Hyperborea is in Cluster 4 Hyperborea slowly awoke to realize she was in some sort of cell. As she looked around she discovered that she wasn't alone. She didn't have long to get her barrings as things began happening. She then watched as a female page was let out of her cage, she bravely stood up to the apparent king of this place.
She was rewarded for her bravery with a grizzly death. Hyperborea let out a horrified scream at seeing this. Fighting was one thing, getting hurt, but death and death that awful she wasn't prepared for, not like this at least.
Looking at the exploded girl and the fountain of blood that used to be her upper body brought back images in Hyperborea's head. She saw her parents their mutilated corpses from the youma attack.
Hyperborea's breathing grew faster and more shallow. Her chest felt like it was knotting up. She couldn't think of anything, except for how scared she was. Not so much for herself but for everyone around her she was terrified of seeing more people suffer and die here.
Tears were falling freely down the young squire's face. She didn't want it to end like this, surrounded by death on some alien planet with a mad man forcing her to kill. The thought made her stomach turn. As her lunch made it's way onto the floor of her cell. She remembered so clearly the smell of death, how terrible it was.
Her head cleared enough to hear people giving names. "Squire Hyperborea here." She managed to shout though her voice was tight and higher pitched.
Super Sailor Acrucis - Senshi of Prayer: Cluster 6
Panic and an incredible sense of de ja vu awoke Super Sailor Acrucis before the monstrous creature entered the cell holding area. In the dimness of the room the co-mingled aura surrounding her cell made the Senshi of Prayer curl into herself as flashback images of the funhouse flooded the forefront of her mind. Hugging her knees she bit down on her lower lip as torchlit splayed across the darkened tanned face of the lieutenant that had tried to kill her just a few weeks ago; it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming.
Phact… Her mind reached out though the name was left unspoken. Sheena… Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes as the page began yelling at the terrifying creature. Shang… Acrucis buried her face in her elbow just seconds before the resounding blast from the explosion echoed in the prisoner holding area.
Not again… please not again Silent tears rolled down her cheeks only to be absorbed into her caplet. The collar around her neck only served to make the sobs she tried so desperately hard to control just that much more uncomfortable.
As the torchlight disappeared, leaving them in a dreary grey light, prisoners became increasingly more vocal. Some were no more than a white noise of hushed whispers while others yelled in fury. It was one name, however, that caught her attention, sinking it’s hook into her like nothing else could, and pulled her from her terrified panic drawing forth an audible gasp. “Beni?” she whispered to herself not certain she had heard his name correctly.
Acrucis lifted her head and searched the shadows. Two years they had known each other, and in that time he had saved her life numerous of times; if it was him then maybe... maybe there was hope. “Beni-” She said his name a little louder though her voice still shook so she cleared her throat and tried once more “Benitoite?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 12:17 pm
Ayaka, Cluster 5
It had been her secret since she had found the tiny nesting doll almost a year ago, after which she had promised protect her wonder and been whisked off to a starlit, ruined garden. It was a beautiful place, and it was hers, and even though she had seen the news and was pretty sure this meant she was a terrorist, and she knew she didn't want to be a terrorist, she fell instantly in love with the place, and sometimes, when her husband was away on business and her children had been tucked into bed, she would go visit the place. Sometimes, she'd bring poetry to read, and she'd planted some roses that had finally bloomed, their white petals veined in exotic, beautiful colors.
Then, she had gotten caught, and here she was, caged, surrounded by other terrorists, or so it seemed. They were all wearing slightly ridiculous outfits, and the air seemed to thrum with magic. She hated it. This wasn't like her wonder. She didn't belong here, among these people. She was also horribly unprepared for what was about to happen. She had never so much as seen a youma, except the blurry pictured that showed up rarely on the television. Just the sight of the spider king made her gasp and scurry to the back of her cage. His words made her tremble. Punished for crimes she hadn't committed? Fighting to the death? Was this what these terrorists were? Gladiators? And a disturbing number of those around her were children, a few not too much older than her oldest son. One of them stood up to him, frantically, and... and...
She couldn't even bring herself to form thoughts about the death, just to turn away quickly and stare at the ground in shock, fighting the bile that rose in her throat until far after he had left and the room was filled with shouts of protest and whispers she couldn't quite make out. After the angry ones had run out of steam, especially the girl in the same cell cluster as her, she finally tried to breathe. It came out as a choked sob, and then there were tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry! I'm so, so... sorry. I never hurt anyone. I never hurt anyone. I didn't mean to be a terrorist- I didn't want this, I swear!" The crying got so bad she couldn't really talk. "I... I... No..." There were people near her who she should try to be comforting, children, even, but she was the type of person who had only even seen an embalmed corpse once and couldn't stand horror movies. Being trapped in one was more than she could take.
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Cybele, Cluster 4
Cybele stirred when those around her started talking, letting out an audible annoyed sigh. The high ranking officer got the worst of her glares. He would never be offering to work together if he wasn't caged and severely outnumbered, but that was what the situation was, so he was trying to sweet talk some shocked, innocent page into helping him. "He's fine with sleeping because he's usually on the other side of this sort of thing, actually," she replied. "Torture, death, cages... the Negaverse has done it all." She half laughed and shook her head. "Anyway, I wouldn't be trying to plan anything. Who knows if these cages are bugged? Did you miss the fact that that thing can kill us instantly? I suppose you can try, but if he catches you plotting I'd prefer not to get your brains blown all over me."
It was a bit harsh, perhaps, but she was not in the mood to play nice, especially not with those in the Negaverse, even ones that were essentially helpless. She would be happy if he ended up dead, just... not messily, here. The others around her she didn't regard with disdain, just sadness. She wasn't holding on to much hope. "Getting some rest is probably the best thing we can do. If you can't, we can talk a little... try to keep our minds off this." Just... preferably not the personal details, the things that would make this worse. There were times to make friends and allies, and this was not one of them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:01 pm
Lt. Stibnite - Block 3
More and more people were beginning to stir as their host put on a little show. People were screaming, calling out for answers. Stibnite remained quiet. She was listening now.
And that listening resulted in one hell of an evil look directed towards of a woman who was just coming too. "You don't have much room to talk either Missy." Even in the dark, Stibnite was sending daggers . But she was opening her mouth to speak when another voice caught her ears.
Her face finally contorted and and rolled. "Yea Hatsya. Glad to see you made it to the party." Her words dripped with sarcasm as she leaned her head against the black bars. "What a mess." She meant it both literally and figuratively.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 1:19 pm
Sleep had been tugging at the corners of his consciousness, trying to bring him down into what he knew would be a restless and nightmare filled sleep. Such was what happened whenever he saw spiders - panic attacks and nightmares for days. He knew what awaited him and he still sought it as sleep would be needed. If they were to fight it was best done well rested. If they were to plot and plan it was best done when well rested and able to think proper, not think and react without thought given beyond the here and now instant. But the claws of sleep were shoved away when he hard that voice. Soft and questioning but it was a voice he knew all too well, it's owner someone he'd sought news about for a long time.
His coat fell off him as he shot up and onto his feet. His cape left balled on the floor where he'd been using it as a pillow. The tiredness of his body shoved to the side as he forced himself into action. Moving to the bars of his cell he stood there staring out into the vastness of their confinement. "Acrucis!" He called, uncaring which officers heard him and could, and maybe would, report him to their General Queen's. "You're alright?" He called out his voice held concern, and in no small amount, as slate eyes searched the darkness hoping to find her.
The senshi who spoke up, mocking him had a glare directed her way. "Do shut up. You really are blind as you failed to notice the panic attack I did just suffer." Which were known, at least for him, to leave him worn out and tired afterwards. "I []need the sleep. Not because I want to but because not only does it make sense, to think with a clear and rested mind, but also because my body demands it." Lifting his head, his noise going up into the air, he turned his attention away from her as he continued his search for the senshi of prayer.
"I doubt he cares about us plotting. He has us in cages where we can do nothing. He thinks himself higher and better than us...and right now he is correct as he does have the upper hand. We know nothing about where we are, him, or what will trigger...the collars we have." He stated calmly while fitting his hand through the bars and reaching out into the musty air outside his little cell. "No...he'll let us plot and have hope, think we can get ourselves out of this. He's making this slow for his own amusement and hearing our plots, if he can, will only further his enjoyment.
Snorting he shook his head. "You scold me for trying to rest..and then you suggest we all rest- how hypocritical of you...but beyond that we do indeed need to all talk. We can't let our sides influence things here - not now. Not when we have a common enemy and a common problem." No, they needed to work together and try and get themselves free or get help to them somehow, but how was the question. Turning again toward the one who had decided to get an attitude with him. "You can go back to hating me, and others in the Negaverse, after we're free.For now - we work together or we all will surely die." And back to his scanning for Acrucis as he sought to find the blue eyed senshi.
Hyperborea is in Cluster 4 Hyperborea finally got herself somewhat under control, at least enough to think clearly. She heard an argument going on around her. She didn't like it, sure she could understand the hatred for a general. In fact this particular general was one she recognized and under other circumstance would like to beat him to a pulp but this wasn't the time or place to have that attitude.
"Can you all please stop fighting. Isn't this situation bad enough already." She interjected. "Snapping at one another solves nothing, and personally if I'm going to die here I'd at least like my last moments not to be filled with arguing and hate. The general is right about the fact that we need to put aside our difference right now." She said a sad tone in her voice, she didn't want to be here surrounded by death but she was and she had to at least try to survive it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 4:56 pm
Chaldene had been waiting, hoping, for Ida to remember him and speak to him. He needed to know someone here, he needed something to latch on to, even if he didn't say it aloud, he needed a connection to someone here. But he had heard another voice calling out another name he knew - Acrucis! He knew her as well and he would have called out to her, to see if she was alright, but the female in the cell next to his drew his attention away from everyone else at the moment.
"Calm down..." Moving to where bars met cell wall he looked toward the female knights cell and kept his voice low as he spoke to her, wanting to calm her down as it seemed she was having some form of an attack. "It's ok, there is nothing to be sorry about. We've done nothing wrong." Not in this life and while maybe in the past it meant nothing, there was no reason to hold them accountable for a past they were not involved in - they were different people.
"You're no terrorist, don't think like that. You can't let your self think like that or they win. You need to be strong." Was she knew to being a knight? He wanted to ask but refrained from that. Even if she was it didn't matter she needed help, she was having a breakdown and that was not good for her right here and now. Playing with his facial piercings he prodded at the inside of the piercings with his tongue. "None of us wanted this. No one wants to be kidnapped and forced into some twisted, magical, hunger games." He stated calmly. "But you need to accept where we are and this situation so you can survive."
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 5:16 pm
Super Sailor Acrucis // Senshi of Prayer: Cluster 6
‘Yes’ she wanted to reply but the sole word caught in her throat when another voice demanded Benitoite's attention. Instead, Acrucis resigned herself to just listening, allowing his voice to be an anchor to keep her from spiraling back into the panic he had just pulled her from.
Mindful to maintain a wide berth from the bars that separate her from the one person she had no doubt would jump at the chance of ringing her neck before the guards could peel him off, Acrucis scooted to the other side of her prison cell cluster towards a signature not unlike her own.
Slender fingers held onto the bars with a loose grip “I’m okay,” she spoke softly; more so to convince herself than to anyone within earshot of where she sat. Leaning her head to the side Acrucis’ eyes slid behind closed lids as she pulled some measure of comfort from the cool metal.
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