Jack's comment had at least stalled Chel from pushing on the gate further. She was still sour from their earlier encounter, but she wouldn't deny more information. Stubborn, but not unmovable (much like the gate).
"Talk," she ordered him.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 12:24 pm
And talk he did.
"The sidhe are another species, different from the horsemen but with just as much ill-intent towards us," Jack explained. "The horsemn rule through fear and power, but the sidhe use illusions to manipulate others. Sir Gawain was telling us a little about them on the way over. That gate has magic, but I don't believe it has the power to seal these creatures like Sir Morgan purports. The sidhe created it, and their ways are of trickery and deceit--if we try to use it, we risk unleashing something even worse upon us." He frowned.
(He is starting to feel a hint of concern. If this Chel was the same Chel from his memory...)
"Sir Gawain thinks the sidhe orchestrated this siege. It's very likely they made sure we would think we had to use the gate to stop them. It's better that we destroy the gate so that nothing can get at it."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 12:30 pm
Jack's words had power, but Chel wasn't so sure. It seemed too easy, too convoluted to blame this problem on some unseen force, some "Sidhe" enemy lurking in the shadows. She wasn't concerned with a distant, imminent threat. She wanted to deal with the problem now.
"So what? Then we sit back and wait for the Sidhe to come kill us?" Chel's skin crawled at the thought of complacency, of ease. Chris he's dead. "Why not use the mirror to end all shadow creatures, Sidhe or not?"
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 12:37 pm
He scowled and said, "No." The word would have been a shot from a pistol, had he known what that was. Waiting to be killed, inaction, the narrow space of treasures he didn't care for--all of it was like a burn to the touch.
Jack pushed his hair back, feeling the resistance in his fingers; they had been curled too long from battle, itching to destroy and clean the path before him. What laid before them now had too many unknowns, and it gave him a trigger finger that encompassed his whole body.
"What if Morgan was wrong about that as well?" Jack posed. "We don't know enough about the mirror to be sure that's its intended use. What we have to do is face the enemy at our gates first before tackling that issue, not squabble over it; activating power we can't control could result in something far worse than a siege."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 12:47 pm
Chel would always choose to take a chance over playing safe and losing it.
But Jack had reason to him. "I'll take care of myself," she said brusquely. Morgan had been playing her and she hadn't even taken the time to recognize it. The truth of the matter was that Chel was scared, terrified for the sky and Morgan had offered a way out. She'd taken it without questioning like an idiot.
This was why she needed to stay on her toes. Paranoid, questioning. Nothing was ever so simple.
"But I don't think it means we gotta destroy it," she argued. "Why we gotta destroy it just 'cause we don't understand it?"
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 12:54 pm
(Blazing blue eyes and the palest of hair, "I can take care've myself just fine--")
"That's the thing," he found himself saying. "We shouldn't be dividing up over opinions. We need to be working together, regardless of whom we pledged to. Individually, we'll just get slaughtered out there."
After a pause, Jack cleared his throat. "I understand enough. If the gate isn't of our make, it can't be trusted--much less if it was once our enemy's property. But knowing those idiots out there, it's probably already reached the mirror by now, so whatever happens," he gave Chel a grim look, "I'd rather know I can at least count on someone at my back. Better than being alone out there."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:06 pm
Chel gave Jack a long look. Working together, trust- no. It was not her path.
"Is that so?" she told him absently.
She saw the gate fall into place and her expression softened. There was fear her in eyes still, but moreso relief. Someone had done something, even if it wasn't her. Now time could move again. "What will you do?"
She felt oddly removed from the situation. Standing so far away from the carnage, the battle, it was easy to view the situation pragmatically. It felt like she was watching the situation in slow motion, like she was somehow distant from the consequences. She found she didn't remember the last time she'd taken a breath, and did so.
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:13 pm
Following her gaze out, his jaw tightened as he saw the gate click into place. Their path was set now, for better or for worse.
"I don't know," he answered a little tiredly, a little frustratedly. "My job from the beginning has been to heal the injured, but returning to the Great Hall now is..." Could he even physically do that, had he even the nerve to turn his back on this chaos? The path down had been so winding...
Jack didn't have it in him to attack one of the Great Knights--what would be the point? Harming one of them harmed all of them. Neither was there any point now in attacking someone else, not unless they were being a greater nuisance to Gawain than they needed to be. Though he was sure the Great Knight could easily take care of himself, aged or not.
"What about you?" he asked in return.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:18 pm
"I'm going to steal some of this gold," she said with a sideways grin while fixing her hair in a braided bun behind her. After doing so, the hood came second and her mouth was obscured. Chel was all but a black shadow with the occasional skin showing. The only thing one could really see was her piercing blue eyes and the fringe of blonde bangs.
"And then I'm leavin'. I'll find another fancy king to serve. One that don't take my s**t." She didn't invite Jack to come with, nor did she say much after that. She just watched him, wondering what his response would be.
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:24 pm
In spite of his mood, he found himself snorting with amusement at the idea.
"How do you propose you'll do that?" he asked. "The only drawbridge out was destroyed to keep more monsters from coming in; Sir Percival's group was responsible for that, I've heard."
Beat.
"I suppose you could grab a chicken and attempt to fly over the gap..."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:27 pm
"Are you always so chipper?" Chel retorted, kneeling down near one of the treasure piles and sifting through it while the battle raged on. "There's always a way out."
Coins were pocketed, but she avoided bigger things. Things that were big were notable when they were missing. That, and Chel felt like bigger things always had a higher chance of being cursed.
Maybe that was her paranoia. "Aren't you going to go join the fight? Fight valiantly for your knight and all that?"
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:35 pm
"Please do tell me if you find one." He found himself only half-heartedly being sarcastic with that comment.
Jack gave a slight shrug, turning his gaze from her pilfering to the battling knights. "Eventually, maybe. A break isn't so bad." And fighting didn't seem to do much for his pleasure; healing others, while sometimes backbreaking work, felt a little more rewarding at this point. "I have a feeling we can't run away from this anyway. Fate, some might call it."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:38 pm
Chel snorted. "Yeah well, fate don't pick nothin' for me." A strangely shaped necklace caught her attention and she nearly purred with happiness. It was going to look nice on the neck of some fat noblewoman that would buy it for an extraneous price.
(Maybe she could spin it as one of the king's artifacts. Even more money that way).
"Only thing that guides my legs is who's payin' most." She meant that in a lot of different ways, unfortunately. She looked up at him, rather amused. "Don't think they're gonna sing tales 'bout the knight that needed a break."
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:42 pm
His face wrinkled. "You're right. They'll be too busy singing about the knight that thieves from her own king," Jack agreed. "Much more interesting. Although I would argue it's the king's fault for not being there to secure it in the first place."
Gawain was right: why pledge loyalty to an absent monarch?
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:45 pm
"He ain't my king and I don't need no songs," she assured him. "They wouldn't sing 'bout nothin' I do anyways."
She thought about the blonde knight from her memory. "Have you seen a knight named Chris?"
