Post by Shaper on Aug 17, 2015 4:20:34 GMT
"Do you know why you're here?" One of the Arkivan guards asked, his helmet off. The other kept a careful eye on her, a hand on his sword. "Yeah, I forced at least half of you to kill each other. That's apparently 'not okay'." The.. Lady? Made a snorting noise. Not sure if you could even call it a lady, considering it was basically just.. Well, a cloak. Pitch black with floating black hands. A mask sat where her face would be, two odd symbols rested on each side of the mask. The second guard, the one who had yet to talk shot her a look of disgust. "Of fucking course it's not okay! What do you think this is?" She sat up, propping and elbow on the table and resting a hand on bottom of her mask, like how someone would prop up their head. "A game!" The guard stared at her in disbelief. "Nah just kiddin'." The guard waited for her to continue, he found himself severely disappointed.
The first guard spoke up again, seeming to be reading from a small sheet of paper. "What is your name?" She looked over at the other guard. Or at least it's assumed, nobody really knows if she actually has eyes. "Julian the forty fifth of the Escalian line, Descendant of Roslfk." The guard looked up at her with... Well, the look. You know that look. "What? Get to writing. What do you get paid for? To stand around all day? Oh wait, you're a guard. You do." He begrudgingly began writing. "Actually never mind it's Umbra." She said in a happy tone while the guard simply glared at her.
"Age?" The guard asked, the second grumbling something. "It's rude to ask a lady their age, you know." She quipped. "Just tell me your damn age." "Fine, four months." She said in a bored tone. "..Your actual age!" The guard said, frustration evident. "That is my actual age." She shrugged as both guards looked at her in disbelief. He shook his head, continuing on with his list. "Place of origin?" "Your mom's house." The guard glared. "That wasn't even clever." "Who said it had to be?" She said innocently. "Answer the question." She huffed. "Fine, a wyvern named Glacier." "..." "You are really terrible at trusting people, you realize that, right? It's almost like you don't want me to mislead you." "..." "Just write it down, next question?" The guard shook his head, pulling out a new sheet of paper.
"Worst fear?" He asked, looking up at Umbra, presumably to try and make eye contact. Where ever eye contact actually was.. "Pillow fights." He glared. "I'm allergic to feathers, don't give me that look." She said. He slowly wrote that down. "You know, I try to tell you people the truth but you keep just not believing me." She shook her head slowly. "You guys are terrible friends." "Next question!"
"...Family?" He expected her to just pass over this one. "Forger Askintosh." She said in a merry tone. "..'Forger'?" "Need to know basis." She replied mischievously. The second guard suddenly slammed a dagger into her jet black hand. "We need to fucking know!" She sighed, shaking her head slowly as a black substance leaked out of her hand. "So impatient!" "Fuck you!" "Already booked, sorry." She said happily as the man raised the dagger once more with a growl. The other guard shouted. "Hey! Don't loose your temper." The guard shot him a glare. "Fuck you too, I'm out of here." He stormed out, leaving the two alone.
He shook his head, sighing. "Alright, next question, skills?" "I can make a pretty good cherry pie." The guard sighed. "You don't take this seriously?" She nodded. "Yeah, you're all incompetent anyways." He glared. She hummed a merry tune. "Oh, also manipulation. Mind reading, manipulation of shadows, ect." The guard leaned away from her slightly, frowning. "What? Suddenly you're afraid?" She sighed. "Ugh, fine. Just write it all down." He shook his head, writing it and moving on to the next question.
"Do you have anyone you consider a-" "You know what? This is starting to bore me." She interrupted, getting up from her chair. They didn't really use anything to bind her with because.. Well. She had no wrists, and she was basically just a cloak, honestly. The guard got up to block her way. "Just sit back down, an-" He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "You just fucked up!" She said with a laugh, as the man fell to the ground, writhing and screaming. And with that, she left the room.
The first guard spoke up again, seeming to be reading from a small sheet of paper. "What is your name?" She looked over at the other guard. Or at least it's assumed, nobody really knows if she actually has eyes. "Julian the forty fifth of the Escalian line, Descendant of Roslfk." The guard looked up at her with... Well, the look. You know that look. "What? Get to writing. What do you get paid for? To stand around all day? Oh wait, you're a guard. You do." He begrudgingly began writing. "Actually never mind it's Umbra." She said in a happy tone while the guard simply glared at her.
"Age?" The guard asked, the second grumbling something. "It's rude to ask a lady their age, you know." She quipped. "Just tell me your damn age." "Fine, four months." She said in a bored tone. "..Your actual age!" The guard said, frustration evident. "That is my actual age." She shrugged as both guards looked at her in disbelief. He shook his head, continuing on with his list. "Place of origin?" "Your mom's house." The guard glared. "That wasn't even clever." "Who said it had to be?" She said innocently. "Answer the question." She huffed. "Fine, a wyvern named Glacier." "..." "You are really terrible at trusting people, you realize that, right? It's almost like you don't want me to mislead you." "..." "Just write it down, next question?" The guard shook his head, pulling out a new sheet of paper.
"Worst fear?" He asked, looking up at Umbra, presumably to try and make eye contact. Where ever eye contact actually was.. "Pillow fights." He glared. "I'm allergic to feathers, don't give me that look." She said. He slowly wrote that down. "You know, I try to tell you people the truth but you keep just not believing me." She shook her head slowly. "You guys are terrible friends." "Next question!"
"...Family?" He expected her to just pass over this one. "Forger Askintosh." She said in a merry tone. "..'Forger'?" "Need to know basis." She replied mischievously. The second guard suddenly slammed a dagger into her jet black hand. "We need to fucking know!" She sighed, shaking her head slowly as a black substance leaked out of her hand. "So impatient!" "Fuck you!" "Already booked, sorry." She said happily as the man raised the dagger once more with a growl. The other guard shouted. "Hey! Don't loose your temper." The guard shot him a glare. "Fuck you too, I'm out of here." He stormed out, leaving the two alone.
He shook his head, sighing. "Alright, next question, skills?" "I can make a pretty good cherry pie." The guard sighed. "You don't take this seriously?" She nodded. "Yeah, you're all incompetent anyways." He glared. She hummed a merry tune. "Oh, also manipulation. Mind reading, manipulation of shadows, ect." The guard leaned away from her slightly, frowning. "What? Suddenly you're afraid?" She sighed. "Ugh, fine. Just write it all down." He shook his head, writing it and moving on to the next question.
"Do you have anyone you consider a-" "You know what? This is starting to bore me." She interrupted, getting up from her chair. They didn't really use anything to bind her with because.. Well. She had no wrists, and she was basically just a cloak, honestly. The guard got up to block her way. "Just sit back down, an-" He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "You just fucked up!" She said with a laugh, as the man fell to the ground, writhing and screaming. And with that, she left the room.
