“Uh… funny story, actually.” Luke’s eyes flicked between the swords and Shace’s fangs. “So that cool trick I pulled back there? It’s a little more advanced then I’m used to. And then I got lost, and I was alone. I uh, get real nervous when I’m alone. I guess I sorta freaked? And I was really drained so I just… you know…”
"So the soldier didn't hurt you." Shace inhaled and sat down on the floor.
“Gods, Shace. Please don’t abandon me here.” Luke suddenly looked up, a mixture of fear and exhaustion swimming in his eyes. “I don’t do well alone. I won’t even talk to you if you don’t want me to, just let me hang around.” He pleaded quietly.
Shace winced. "I'm not going to leave you here. I'm sorry I let you get caught." She lowered her head, looking away.
Luke let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Not your fault. I should’ve just talked our way out of it. I didn’t think through what kind of strain I’d put myself under showing off.” He joked weakly, his ears starting to perk back up. “Apparently that half—er… that guard, knows my whistle. I think she traced it right to me. How I have no idea, but she must have somehow.”
"Speaking of which," Shace mumbled, shaking her head in disagreement, "Be prepared for more trouble."
“This is all my fault.” Luke groaned quietly. “I’m sorry I pulled you into this. I can just take the beating and call it a day if you want. Wouldn’t be my first time.”
Shace glared up at him. "It's not your fault and you're not getting beaten. Besides, we didn't do anything wrong. They can't hurt us."
“Why didn’t you tell me what you were?” Luke added softly, a little bit of betrayal flashing in his eyes. “Once we left at least. Didn’t have to be before, but— Are you only staying around now because I know? We’re you just going to leave after I got settled?”
"You're a pureblood." Shace licked her lips unhappily. "Purebloods hate halfbloods. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I'm not a trusting person. I'm sticking around because I like you, I'm not planning to leave."
Lucas nodded his head, visibly relaxing once Shace had repeated that she wasn’t going anywhere. “What’s our next move?” He asked, a tired version of his usual mischievous smirk appearing on his face.
"I think we should just wait for the guards to come," Shace muttered. "This is a safe place right now, and they have reason to arrest us, so we could just tell them what happened and they should leave us alone." She finally straightened.
“Waiting for them?” Lucas couldn’t help but be nervous. However, being snuggled up in this room didn’t sound like a bad idea to the exhausted elf. He curled up on the spot. “Is there any kind of caffeine around?”
(Where's @PuffPoff_the_Miracle_cousin)
Shace rolled her eyes. "Probably, if you want to go down to the kitchen." She sat down beside Luke quietly. "By the way, I'm not actually that sure about us being safe, and we probably can't just jump out that window again."
“I could disguise us with an illusion, but I need energy first. This is a a lot for me.” Luke let his head lean on Shace’s shoulder, his eyelids starting to droop. “I can’t believe you’re a werewolf…” He muttered softly, a bit amazed.
((Idk))
(I'm here sorry I've been busy)
Rheyna stood outside the building where she had previously seen the halfblood and pureblood duo. She was hoping that they would be dumb enough to return to the same building as before, because as of now she didn't have any other lead.
(yay :3)
"We might just have to fight our way out or something if they try to arrest us." Shace stroked his hair. "Why are you making me so tired? I don't want you to make more illusions anyway so you have to stay awake."
“I’ll try.” Luke muttered, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. He leaned into Shace’s touch with a yawn. “Maybe they’ll just leave us alone?” He murmured hopefully.
Shace grinned. "Sure. They won't leave us alone for long." Now it was nighttime. The moon was rising, almost full. Shace fell silent for a moment, then she took a deep breath. Nobody was coming yet. She reached over and locked the door silently. "Okay, you can sleep for a moment, elfie."
Luke did not have to be told twice. The elf had already passed out again, slumped over where he was sitting.
Every time another soldier passed by Rheyna, she perked up in hopes that they had spotted the duo. Unfortunately, the soldiers passed her without saying anything. Occasionally, they did wave.
(Hey can I join this?)
(That’s mostly @Bandito’s call, but I’m sure it’s fine! You can start filling out the template while you wait for them to respond!)
(Sure!)
Somehow, the night passed without anyone kicking down the door. Shace shook Luke awake. "It's morning and I want food." She drummed her fingers warily. "Since they didn't do anything by now, I think we can at least go to the kitchen, right?"
Luke groaned quietly when his was woken up, but the elf was noticeably healthier. The color returned to his skin as he pulled himself to his feet. His stomach made a ferocious growling noise, causing his cheeks to flush. “Yeah, uh… I think we’re good.”
Shace smirked. "Then get up." She unlocked the door and edged out. Nothing happened. She moved further down the stairs, glancing back quietly.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Luke slipped silently across the floor, following at Shace’s heels.
Rheyna had been up for hours, and there was still no sign of the halfblood girl and pureblood boy. She didn't even care what their blood status was anymore, but they had been so annoying that she had to make sure they were locked up. Rheyna may have exaggerated what the two had done to make them seem more villainous, but it was for a good reason. Those two might not have done anything terrible yet, but she knew that they would soon.
Name: Valerie Evans
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Mage
Powers: Can cast spells both verbally and nonverbally with her spell book.
Appearance: Darker read brown hair braided up in crazy different styles, often bun or ponytails; violet eyes that glow when she casts spells; lighter dark brown skin tones with a slightly red tint; triangular tipped ears; stands at around 5'6"; and classifies herself as chubby. She wears a dark purple off the shoulders dress that goes down to her knees, black leggings, brown leather boots that go to her mid thigh, and a brown leather belt that a leather bound spell book hangs closed on her right side.
Personality: Very bubbly and outgoing, she doesn't care about your blood status, highly intelligent, words are her greatest weapon, literally.
Background: Unknown.