forum The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Started May 15, 2018 by Deleted user

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“I’m gonna need you to stop making me question whether or not she is,” Nimue said miserably.

Cal nodded to himself, mumbling small things as he looked around the stacks of paper. He glanced over at his father's bow in the corner of the room, wondering if he needed to use it. For 18 years, he had only used it once, for someone that he had really loved. . . and that hadn't gone well. Cal looked back and focused his thoughts on finding Marya. He already knew what all of the whispers were about in the rebellion. She's dead. Everyone in that group is dead.

//idk

“Are we going to get her?” She’s dead, she’s dead, you know she is.

"Forgive me. I sing to pass the time." Marya muttered, a bit annoyed that she'd had to stop. But if she kept singing the person could report her and she could get caught. Getting caught meant getting killed.
She'd have to make due with her barely sharpened knife. Her ears twitched, picking up a noise from the entrance. Footsteps. Marya concealed the knife in her shirt, leaning against the wall and whistling. She may not have been a good singer, but she could whistle like an angel. Apparently.

Ailith waved to the guards, "Hey guys! Got any food?"

(Should I be in the prison with you guys or not in the prison or what…..?)

( You can be with us if you want. Whatever you want to do.)

(M'kay, maybe the guards are coming to the cells to bring Rhys? :/)

( sure. )

Rhys was roughly shoved into a cell next to a whistling girl, "Great whistling," he complemented, not knowing what else to say.

"Thank you." Marya nodded at the new boy, cursing her bad luck. Maybe he would help her. She bit her lip, not knowing whether or not to trust this man. Her knife dug uncomfortably into her back and she told herself not to touch it because she would get caught. And getting caught meant getting killed.

"So, any idea on how to get outta here?" he asked as soon as the guards were out of earshot.

Once the guards left Ailith said to the other two prisoners, "So, when do you guys want to get out?"

"Judging from my last question, as soon as possible," Rhys responded.

"Can I trust all of you?" Marya asked, keeping her face a mask of calm.

"I mean I guess," Ailith said, "I'm your way out after all."

"Or I am. I don't take sass, by the way." Marya pulled out her sharpened knife, inching towards the lock.

“Are we going to get her?” She’s dead, she’s dead, you know she is.

"We have to. I can't leave her behind." Cal replied, looking up at Numie and brushing strands of dark hair out of his face.

"That's won't work," Ailith said, "Besides I've helped dozens of people escape before."

"Then why haven't you yourself escaped?" Rhys raised an eyebrow.

"Never really felt like it," Ailith responded, "I've never really had a reason to."

"Oh," Rhys shrugged, "Ok, so, you have a way out?"

This girl was starting to get on her nerves. "That's nice, but I really have to go. My death is scheduled for about 5pm and I'd hate to miss it." Marya studied the cell bars. Lead mixed with iron and silver in an adulterated solution. The screws holding it together were fairly new, but the bolts on the bottom right and left were rusty and old. A swift kick to the right and left at once would bring the thing down.

"Okay," Ailith was out of her cell and waiting in front of the other girls'. Her bow was on her back, "The guards leave the doors unlocked ya know? I jammed all of the locks long time ago."