The smaller female seemed to stirr in the corner as all the fighting was going on, she let out a groan moving to rub her tired eyes.
"Would the lot of ya quit your yapping? Some of us actually want to sleep!" She hissed at them, feeling the intense headache of a hangover. Which means she reaaaallllyyy drank a lot the night before considering she didn't normally come away from drinking with a bad hangover.
She grumbled as she moved to sit down and against the wall of the cell, squinting her eyes to see that she was very much not on the ship, and not with her crew.
"Oh for the love of Davy Jones locker." She grumbled under her breath as she saw the people she had been locked in with.
A hell hound spitting out blood.
A proud oaf.
An elf.
On top of everything else a goblin.
Well this was sure great.
She moved to immediately check her stuff but of course it was all taken by the people who threw them in here. Just then she saw a guy leaving the cell and immediately moved to get up despite her headache.
"Why's he leavin' and we aint?" She glared at the door as the male left.
Within a half an hour, Sardoth strides back into view. The guard opens the door for him, and he laughs and thanks the guard. The guard became flustered, and closed the cell behind Sardoth.
He hands the elf goose legs with roasted nuts. The hellhound gets pork, the goblin gets fruits and roasted chicken, and the others get turkey legs.
He himself has an entire roast pig. He gestures that they should start eating and digs in to his own food.
Arcturus snorted. "Because he's a regular here, apparently." The girl with the metal limbs clearly had a hangover, and Arcturus could relate. The Alban's Ale from the night before had done a number on him.
As the big man came back in, Arcturus scrambled to his feet to dash out, but the door slammed in his face. He looked at the big man, and the food he was handed, with a disgusted look on his face.
"What. Are. You. Doing?!"
(Oh btw, she has metal limbs and not wood limbs-)
Bane shook his head, pushing Arcturus' hand away. "It'll heal by itself." He manipulated the shadows, glaring at Sardoth as he shut the cell door. One hell of a bitch. As he forged dagger blades from shadow, the cut on his lip healed quickly. "Some people are far too self-important for their own good. It creates an adversary rather than a teammate." He scoffed, his voice gruff, spitting the last of the blood staining his mouth with its copper taste. He scooted away from Arcturus, listening for the footsteps that would bring trouble back. "I don't want to be here. But at least it's far from home. Father would have done much worse." He let go of the blade, which clung to the ground. Shadows had been forged into solid material by the hellhound. He growled as Sardoth returned. He ignored the food thrown at his feet, believing it to be a symbol to buy his trust. "Some people believe they are superior to others. They are only entitled to themselves." And he told the girl who had just awoken, allowing Sardoth to hear.
Sardoth doesn't even look up.
"This is prison. They let me come and go because I could bring down the entire kingdom without weapons. Escaping a half-assed prison? Child's play. As for the rest of you, there's no chance in any of the 30 realms you'll escape." he replies.
She rolled her eyes with a scoff, she wasn't so stupid as to take his food as she had gone days without it before. However it was more stupid to be without the strength food gives you in your time of need.
She took the turkey leg, food was food and she didn't smell any poison.
So she ate the turkey leg, didn't really bother her all that much.
She let out a sigh. "If you are so powerful then why'd ya come back to the cell. Sure you ain't daft?" She spoke as she rode an eyebrow, completely talking with her mouth full and not giving a crap if it was poorly mannered.
She finished up the turkey leg and set it to the side as she stretched out her arms above her head.
Nix also tried to escape when the large human man was let out, but the door slammed in their face. They did not speak to anyone, not very interested in what these people had to say. Also, with their large ears, their voices were amplified and booming, and Nix did not find particularly pleasing. They took to combing through their hair and scouring their scalp for any small grubs they crush or nibble on.
Their ear twitched when the door opened again. Sniffing the food that was handed to them, their grabby hands swiped the food up and they wolfed it down like an actual lion. Their eyes drifted to the hellhound’s shadowy blade, and the girl’s shiny arms.
Arcturus narrowed his eyes. "For the love of Orome, why are you still here if it's 'child's play'? Just leave! Your stench is driving me up the wall anyway." He shoved the food into his cloak, where it vanished. No point in wasting good food. "The only reason I'm still here is that I don't relish killing measly little guards doing their jobs."
He leaned back against the wall, folding his arms, still glaring. He watched the girl and the goblin eat, but mostly kept his eyes on the big guy, who clearly had ulterior motives.
Sardoth laughs as he finally looks back up, at the girl with metal limbs.
"I'm old, not senile, lady. I came back because I still have a day of jail time left, as do you."
He looks pointedly at each of them.
(zero, maybe update your character description? You might be reminding folks a lot otherwise XP )
Arcturus gritted his teeth. "And why, exactly, should I stay in here? I don't live here, I'm not subject to their rules, and I've done nothing wrong." He rubbed his face in frustration. "A guy comes into town to deliver a message, gets a little drunk, tries to break up a brawl, and they toss him in a cell… and you think I should honor that?"
(zero, maybe update your character description? You might be reminding folks a lot otherwise XP )
(In the photo I attached it shows she has metal limbs- wjdjsjd)
Bane glared at Sardoth. “Go. To. Hell!” He spat, kicking the pork back to Sardoth. The blade turned back into shadow, slithering away from the light. “You’re trouble and only trouble. You’re a threat.” The hellhound’s eyes flickered once again, the color shifting quickly. Turning his face away from all of his cellmates, he started to blend into the shadows. The only thing that indicated he was there were his glowing eyes. “I don’t need your charity and I certainly don’t belong here. It was an accident!”
She just stared at him before shaking her head and letting out a groan.
"The one time I go out on ma' own and this is what 'appens…I'm never gon' hear the end of this from leech or gully." She grumbled mostly to herself as she thought a bit about how she would get herself out of the this mess.
She snorted a little bit as she thought about what he was saying.
"I ain't staying here long, that's for sure." Shs crossed her arms as she spoke, moving to tighten her hair up in the back.
(good point. Her backstory just mentions her limbs being made with woodworking skills, so I think we all assumed because of that -shrug-)
(Well yeah it mentions she learns from the wood worker to make her limbs but I think it says she made herself a pair but I can always edit it. I assumed the photo was enough)
"Well considering your idea of breaking up a brawl seemed to be setting off a magical firebomb in the middle of a tavern, yeah, you should be in here." Sardoth rumbles, the air surrounding him turning hot and dry with a sense of danger.
"And considering the one you dropped the bomb on was me, you're lucky to be alive." he adds.
He ignores the hellhound.
He turns back to the pirate. "You will be staying."
(probably should have been but I'm bad at details. Sorry! Thanks for clarifying :) )
(It's okay don't worry bout it^^)
