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.
"Well, you're not," Iris drawled. "That's improvement. One day you'll be trained in the ways of Yrnan elf-hood and everything," she jokes, unable to ever imagine Azriel as a Yrnan elf. And she finds she doesn't really fancy picturing the angel as anything different.
Azriel made a face. "That seems unlikely. I'm too much of a weakling to do that."
Disbelief clouded her striking gray eyes. "Weakling? You?" She glanced between the angel and her phoenix. "Never." Her firm Brachish echoes over the mountains of crackers.
Azriel raised an eyebrow delicately, and as if to prove her point, she held out her wing using her arm, showing that it had, in fact, been broken again. "Do you see? I couldn't even stop him. Ahyin took care of him. And the man who did this," she extended her injured arm. "I didn't even fight the guard who did this one," she briefly pulled up her shirt to see the wound on her stomach, which at least had stopped gushing blood.
Eyes darkening at the mention of the guard, Iris scooted closer to Azriel. Taking a piece of ice and waiting for it to melt, she used the cool water to gently trace and cleanse the wounds. Diligent and focused on her task, she mumbled, "We can do the whole snapping wing into place ordeal again." A smirk lightens her face at the thought.
Azriel sighed. "It'd be nice if we didn't have to. It feels like the demons of the Void have invaded my soul." She winced slightly as Iris moved the ice over a particularly sore spot, but tried to hide it.
"Shh," her voice came out surprisingly gentle, but with the angel, the elf is always different. "Focus on me." Her smirk widened. "More than you usually do. Hm, tell me about yourself. Any past lovers?" The topic itself sends a warning flash through Iris's system yet she brushed it off, annoyed. Realizing that when she is in a less delirious state, she'd regret this entire interaction, was not something she wanted to mull on.
(I usually don't comment on these things because that's sorta obnoxious of me but hell and heaven don't exist. Instead, the afterlife is known as the Void. It works as both heaven and hell.)
"Er, yes. A few. A girl gets lonely after the first 50 or so years. They were all lovely, of course, but… I guess none of them really felt right," she said thoughtfully.
( oh heck sorry I use that metaphor a lot)