Clare watched Bella descend into the bag nervously, her entire cracker storage was in there, Clare reached her hand into the bag and took out her staff before she forgot to and slid it in it's own dimension. She then held the bag out to the other two girls. "Someones got to go next who's it going to be."
Azriel looked over at Iris. "I feel like Iris should go, but… she might need some assistance, she's a bit - " she punched the bridge of her nose, " - I don't know, tired, or something. "
(It's up to you guys whether or not you want to bring along our little NPC friend. If you choose not to he'll most likely escape on his own…….for reasons……..)
(I say leave him)
(I mean yeah I think he can take care of himself)
(Alright alright alright sounds good)
As you begin jumping into the strange magic bag, the elf watches quietly from a short distance. He turns and gives the still body of his companion one last glance before he visibly steels himself and begins walking away. Some of you might give him a second glance, others might ignore him but you get the strange feeling that this won't be the last time you see him. The Magrifan silently disappears from sight.
Arabella looked around the inside of the bag, no kidding when she said crackers, they were everywhere! Bella watched as the other made their way into the bag. Bella stuck her finger out of the top, waiting for directions.
Clare motioned to Iris, "You're going next Iris come on your Angel will go right after you, promise." Clare had no faith in Iris's brain capabilities at this moment, "Bella! Make sure she doesn't hit her head on anything." Then she swiftly slipped the bag over the elf's head sending her to the pocket dimension standing up, she should be fine. "Your turn Angel." She held the bag out to the angel.
Azriel cautiously slipped inside the bag, looking around. "Wha - how do you fit so many crackers in here?"
“thats what I want to know! There must be a billion! How many are in here?” Bella stared in hunger at all the crackers, surely she wouldn’t notice I one went missing…
Iris poked her head through the bag opening. "Can we take all- some of the crackers? We've been starving here, living off of Satan's bread and everything…"
“I second this request!” Bella had never been more sure if a situation than now. She was starved!
Clare sighed, "Fine but if more then one stack gets eaten there will be war, Now get back in there do I can carry the bag properly and get you guys out of here!" Clare exclaimed. She really did have more crackers in there then was humanly possible to eat so it would be fine… right?
Azriel picked up a stack of crackers and popped one in her mouth. "You are aware that this is an inadvisable amount of crackers, right?"
Down the hallway, you can see rows of cells. Voices come from them, some you can understand and others you can't. One of the dead guards might have a key. You can decide whether or not you will free them. But, you never know who or what is in those cells. Care to take a chance?
Clare may not have understood the Angel but she guessed the general meaning from the tone of her voice, "Hey I happen to have just the right amount of crackers, Don't eat all of them!" Clare closer the bag and snapped all but two of the snaps shut ensuring that the girls inside could get out if need be. She secured the bag in place around her waist grateful for her brothers last gift more then ever. She glanced down at the guards at her feet, Acting on impulse she grabbed a key ring from one of them and unlocked every door she could before sprinting off. She had to get out, preferably before she figured out what or who was in those cells.
Bella grabbed some of the crackers and began to eat to her hearts content. She was about to get some food when the guards took her and boy was she hungry. In her delight. She has out a laugh. A good proper happy laugh.
(Another thing. Some choices you make do affect the plot especially choices like that although they might not be so obvious. I'm beginning to realise this is turning into a tiny bit of an rpg. Do you guys mind?)
(Nope it sounds cool to me)
(Nope. I find it exciting!)
Iris guiltily glanced up at the others, having already inhaled two stacks. Hey, in her defense, she had passed out cold; the elf was famished. Shrugging to herself, she started munching at a third, unconcerned by Clare's threat. "So y'all," her Medein floated through the air, lighter than before. Food could do that to someone. "Do we have a plan for after the human gets us out of here?"
"What did you say?" Azriel questioned Iris. I really need to learn Medein.
The Yrnan's eyes trailed to her angel. In Brachish: "Do you know what we're gonna do after all this?" Realizing how the question could've been misinterpreted, Iris flushed. "I mean… all of us." Her hands motioned toward the group, and the elf immediately shoved four crackers in her mouth to hide her embarrassment.
Blushing lightly, Azriel shook her head, then put a hand in front of her mouth to hide her laughter. "That's a lot of crackers."
"Mhm." Iris mumbled an unintelligible sound of agreement around her crackers. She's so pretty when she's happy.
"You are completely ridiculous. You do know that, right?" Azriel asked Iris, keeping her hand on her mouth.
Arabella watched annoyed as her companions obviously liked each other. It was taking forever. They just needed to establish a relationship and kiss. “Do I have to play matchmaker here? Take her hand, Iris, you guys obviously like each other!”
Azriel briefly looked down in confusion. "Iris…" she began tentatively, "what is she saying? I genuinely apologize for my lack of language skills, I really ought to have learned Medein. I do hope I'm not bothering you by needing your constant translations, I…" she trailed off, having lost her train of thought.
Panic flashed through the elf's eyes. No, it would be very bad if you understood what she was saying, she thought, ironically.
"She's telling you to stop apologizing for things you're not doing," a smirk is sent in Azriel's direction. Softly now, she begins, "Stop apologizing for things you're not doing."
Azriel froze. "You do know that that makes me desperately want to apologize again, don't you?" She said, biting her lip to keep from saying anything more.