[2:37 AM] spiraT: The sound of an out-of-tune harmonica rings through a hall in Angrim. The source was a person dressed in flamboyant green and purple clothing. Though the melody was painful to hear, the tune seemed to pull at the soul. It had been hours, but the magician didn't seem to tire of his terrible song.
[2:40 AM] Kwakado: "What's going on??!??!"
A green-garbed ninja dashes down the hall, head low, arms out, investigating the disturbance. This cell block should have been cleared hours ago, yet he still heard a horrible sound....
Goro the Cateyes draws an iron shuriken as he approaches, preparing for the worst.(edited)
[2:44 AM] spiraT: The heavy footsteps carried through the hall, reaching Quero's ears. When Goro had reached the front of the cell, Quero stopped playing.
"Ah, are you room service? I ordered a medium rare steak over an hour ago. When's it showing up?" Quero remained cross legged on the floor of the cell, swaying back and forth.
[2:47 AM] Kwakado: Goro's mouth gapes open as he peers in through the cell bars at the strange man.
"What the hell do you take me for, some kinda dumbass?!"
The ninja straightens up, thumping his chest with a defiant fist then pointing in through the bars.
"This ain't a hotel! Who are you?!"(edited)
[2:51 AM] spiraT: "I..." Quero's mouth opens, but stops half way. "That's a good question. One minute I'm...performing for a certain someone and the next I'm here. But I guess that's life." Quero's arm extends much longer than it should to reach up and grab Goro's finger.
"It's nice to meet you. You have any free time?"
[2:55 AM] Kwakado: "Aaagh!" The ninja's finger recoils in an instant, seeming to drag the rest of his arm back with it. "Y-you're a really weird performer, buddy! But I don't have time for chit-chat - I'm on patrol!" He swivels around, fishing around an empty pocket for a smoke bomb. "And that means keeping an eye out for any---"
The ninja freezes, realizing exactly what his responsibility is here. Then turns around, taking care to keep his arms and legs outside of the cell at all times.
[3:00 AM] spiraT: "Okay then, be a pal and open the lock on this door then? I promise I don't bite. Hard. Really. Probably. Eeeeh, well maybe. It's up in the air actually."
Quero reaches around and pulls out three cups and a marble. The marble is hidden under the middle cup and Quero locks eyes with Guro. With a flurry of movements, Quero shifts the position of the cups. "Wanna guess where the ball is?"
[3:07 AM] Kwakado: Goro smiles amicably, stowing his Shuriken. "Alright, no locks, no biting. We have a dea--huh?!
Spotting the sudden gaze from Quero's eyes, Goro is distracted for only an instant before he turns to the cups, tracing their paths with eyes focused tighter than a ballista's bowstring.
"Heh... Nice try. They don't call me 'The Cateyes for nothing..."
Goro points confidently through the bars at the cup on the right. "It's right there."
[3:11 AM] spiraT: "Well well well. Congratulations." Quero lifts the cup, revealing the marble. Except the sound of a fuse could be heard from the marble along with the scent of burning. "Wait no that's not right."
[3:13 AM] Kwakado: "Th-that's not right at all!" Flinging a lockpick from his sleeve, Goro rushes to the door and swiftly finishes the lock.
The door slams open. "Get outta there! C'mon!"(edited)
[3:20 AM] spiraT: Two hands appear on Goro's shoulders. "Thanks buddy, I knew I could count on you." Quero was standing behind the guard, smiling. The marbles, the cups, the harmonica, all of it had disappeared.
"Let me tell you, being stuck in a room is a nightmare. Absolutely the worst. How about I treat you to something? Ya like steak? Cuz I can whip something up if you can take me to the kitchen." Quero's thumbs began digging into Goro's back, giving him a light massage.
[4:03 PM] Kwakado: "You wanna make me a steak? Huhhnnn~"
Goro's face glazes over with confused contentment, losing what little grasp he had on the situation.
"....mm, yeah, uh, I guess so. The Queen's men are gonna use it in a little while, but if we hurry...This way."
Motioning over his shoulder, the ninja leads Quero in the direction of the kitchen.
[5:43 PM] spiraT: "Oh. You thought I was serious." Quero bites his lip. "But the Queen? Which one and why's she in a place like...well..." He gestures towards the prison cells.
[5:46 PM] Kwakado: "That's the thing - she's not!" The ninja's tone is nakedly frustrated as he turns back. "We've been looking all day, but--hold on, who even are you?!"
[5:53 PM] spiraT: "Does that really matter? I'm just here."
[6:00 PM] Kwakado: "That's why I'm askin!" Goro crosses his arms, taking a breath. "This prison is for members of the rebellion - and you ain't in the rebellion. There's no 'just here' in Angrim."(edited)
[6:07 PM] spiraT: "Wait. Is this a prison for rebels or is the prison run by the rebellion? You gotta be clear on these things." Quero begins looking around before picking a random direction.
[6:22 PM] Kwakado: "It's, uh...It's kinda both. It was made for the rebels, but now we run it." Goro watches him walk for a bit, then rushes up to him. "Wait, quit dodging the question! How'd you end up in that cell!?"
[6:28 PM] spiraT: "The way everyone gets into a cell buddy. I carried inside unconscious and someone closed the door. Probably a prankster around these parts. Trying to outwit me. Ha, showed him."
[6:50 PM] Kwakado: "But you, uh...." Goro paces around the eccentrically-clothed man rapidly, keeping his eyes on him as he circles. As much as he wanted to fall back, this man couldn't go unchecked. ".. And whaddya done before you got...Pranked?"
[7:11 PM] spiraT: "Well when two mages love each other very much..."
[7:20 PM] Kwakado: "Agh, you know what I'm asking, you damn...mage?"
Goro adjusts his bandanna, remembering something.
[8:07 PM] spiraT: "Nonono, not a mage. I'm a magician. Ma-gi-ci-an. Get it right. And I done magic tricks. Look!" Quero's hand is pulled off his wrist. "Magic!" The fingers on the dimembered hands wiggle a bit.
[8:08 PM] Kwakado: Goro's gaze darts around, searching for a hidden tome or alchemical runes on his wrists. Finding nothing, his mouth gapes.
"...no way....You're the real deal. Where'd you learn to do that?!"(edited)
[8:24 PM] spiraT: "Where? At school I guess?" The hand is reattached with a slick pop noise. "It's good at parties and not much else."
[8:25 PM] Kwakado: "Hm. Really." Goro tilts his head far to the side, pouting up his lower lip. "Well, we're probably gonna be having a lot of those this week. What're you gonna do next?"
[9:01 PM] spiraT: Quero shrugs. "I'll stick around and see what happens. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to scare a few people."
[9:12 PM] Kwakado: The ninja squints his whole face in.
".........Alright. Guess we could use some more funny guys around here...but careful what kinda funny business you try! There's a war on, ya know. But it's almost over."(edited)
[9:15 PM] spiraT: "Pffft, you're acting like I'd cause trouble. Ehehehe...you'd be right."
[9:20 PM] Kwakado: "Just don't get locked up again. 'Cuz then it'll be my job to keep you there, and I hate guard duty!"
[9:26 PM] spiraT: "Will do capt. Will do. Then again...free food..."
[9:27 PM] Kwakado: Goro's expression lightens up. "Tonight's the perfect night for that - we've got a couple dozen strangers making food for everyone. Stick around long enough and you can shitpost in Ama's home base thread try some authentic Freyzenian cuisine."(edited)
[9:41 PM] spiraT: "Sounds like a plan. Let's see how the feel about an act before dinner. A tout a l'heure!" Quero continues down a hall at random, not caring about the destination.
[9:44 PM] Kwakado: "Yeah, they'll uh...they'll love to have a doodler, I bet!"
Throwing his arms up, Goro picks a different direction to patrol in.
What's with that guy....he's too weird to suspect of anything.
[9:45 PM] Kwakado: ===END RP?===
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