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Who: Koios, Roxas
What: Koios wants that talk. Roxas doesn't.
Where: Alexandria
When: The day after this thread.
Status: Ongoing
The door closed. Koios sighed in relief; those idiots had been getting annoying. And they had a serious problem with mood swings. One minute, the lot of them were ranting and raving about how they'd lost the advantage, and the next they were celebrating the fall of a world important to their enemies and the recapture of a Keybearer. What they didn't seem to realize was that none of them had actually done anything to make it happen.
Some days, he really just wanted that whole damn organization to fall apart already. He was counting the minutes until it did.
With a roll of his eyes, Koios made his way through the castle to the eastern wing. The prisoner would be there, watched carefully by the castle guards. Not that they were necessary; it was more of a formality. A stupid one, in his opinion, but he'd decided to bite the bullet - they didn't want to risk another unexpected escape.
He finally reached his destination and suppressed the look of distaste he was certain he had. The kid was already going to be stubborn about this; Koios had already gleaned that from their fight yesterday. He didn't want to make him even less likely to talk. So he forced his expression to be neutral, reminding himself again that that shouldn't be so hard to do anymore.
Guards dismissed, he walked in the room, shoved his hands into his pockets, and loitered, pointedly ignoring the prison he'd crafted for the moment. It was a cage made of pure glass, without a door or a lock. He'd made sure that it was big enough to be comfortable - he'd had even thrown the kid on a mattress before he'd made the thing - but the one thing he couldn't help with now was the temperature. A distinct lack of glass in the windows made that a little difficult. Maybe they could put some tapestries over them.
Time to give up the charade, he thought. Turning around to face the cage and its occupant, he said, "So, Keybearer. You ready for that talk now?"
What: Koios wants that talk. Roxas doesn't.
Where: Alexandria
When: The day after this thread.
Status: Ongoing
The door closed. Koios sighed in relief; those idiots had been getting annoying. And they had a serious problem with mood swings. One minute, the lot of them were ranting and raving about how they'd lost the advantage, and the next they were celebrating the fall of a world important to their enemies and the recapture of a Keybearer. What they didn't seem to realize was that none of them had actually done anything to make it happen.
Some days, he really just wanted that whole damn organization to fall apart already. He was counting the minutes until it did.
With a roll of his eyes, Koios made his way through the castle to the eastern wing. The prisoner would be there, watched carefully by the castle guards. Not that they were necessary; it was more of a formality. A stupid one, in his opinion, but he'd decided to bite the bullet - they didn't want to risk another unexpected escape.
He finally reached his destination and suppressed the look of distaste he was certain he had. The kid was already going to be stubborn about this; Koios had already gleaned that from their fight yesterday. He didn't want to make him even less likely to talk. So he forced his expression to be neutral, reminding himself again that that shouldn't be so hard to do anymore.
Guards dismissed, he walked in the room, shoved his hands into his pockets, and loitered, pointedly ignoring the prison he'd crafted for the moment. It was a cage made of pure glass, without a door or a lock. He'd made sure that it was big enough to be comfortable - he'd had even thrown the kid on a mattress before he'd made the thing - but the one thing he couldn't help with now was the temperature. A distinct lack of glass in the windows made that a little difficult. Maybe they could put some tapestries over them.
Time to give up the charade, he thought. Turning around to face the cage and its occupant, he said, "So, Keybearer. You ready for that talk now?"