INTRO LOG #2

[abraxasmods]

Intro Log #2

It has been two months now since the initial group of summonings first took place. Castle Thorne, or at least the part above ground, is buzzing with a vibrant air of hope following the 'success' at the Singularity. Eager smiles and excited chattering are to be found in nearly every corner of the castle and surrounding town. The honored guests may find grateful looks turned their way more often than not. A new and brighter day seems to be dawning on the kingdom.

In the dungeons it's a different story entirely. The mood is somber and uneasy. The prisoner taken for trial has yet to return, and no word has come regarding her or her fate. There has been no mention of any further trials as of yet and guards seem to have little patience for unruly behavior or even conversation. Some seem to not even look at or acknowledge the prisoners at all.

[ Feel free to continue threads from the TDM here or start your own! As cell and room assignments will be short-lived due to this month's event, you're free to assume whichever cellmates and roommates you like instead of officially signing up as long as there are ICly no more than four people in a cell or room at once. ]

Comments

[extremethirst]

If I'm in your head? [ Nero has a sinking feeling that the pretty girl seems to think he's some figment of her imagination. He isn't quite sure how he feels about that since he can't imagine himself being anyone's fantasy.

But he lets her carry on with explaining who "she" is and who "he" is. The elf makes a soft thoughtful sound in the back of his throat as he pieces together what she's saying. It's nice, at least, that she understands that she's rotten enough of a person to imagine someone's telling her to kill and know that person might not even exist, that she's just listening to her own dark impulses and urges. ]

Hey, sweet pretty. [ He smiles yet again. ] I don't think Cosette and you are all that different. It ain't because you wore rags and a little dirty that he didn't look at you.

[ He pets her hair, soothingly, lovingly. ]

It's because you look down at yourself. You don't like yourself much. Liking to live and liking yourself are two different things, in my humble opinion. How can you expect someone to love you when you don't love you? But, again, don't worry. I'll still appreciate you even if you can't appreciate yourself.

[gardienne]

I used to, Sir. She were the one in rags and I were in the dress. A pretty child, I was, and all. Now, I am a bitch, an idiot, a whore and the rest of whatever they want to call me and I don't care but it means a man shan't love me. Not a gentleman like Marius. Only men like you.

Thank you, Sir, for noticing me. For thinking I'm pretty. Thank you.

[extremethirst]

You're still pretty. [ Nero likes how ugly her insides are, and continues to pet her hair. ] I don't know much about Marius save for what you're saying, but he sounds like he's really got you fooled. Do you think a gentleman would allow a pretty thing like you to be treated bad? To let you hear what people say and only have yourself in your corner?

[ He lightly pats her face. ] You're welcome, of course! I'll tell you as many times as you like how pretty I find you, sweetie.

[gardienne]

And bring me the dress?

[She pulls her face away: his taps hurt and she knows he knows it.]

I'll be waiting, Sir, for you.

[extremethirst]

And I'll bring you a dress.

[ He promises yet again before getting up to leave. ]

Always nice to have a pretty girl waiting for me!

[ It is his parting remark before he heads out to acquire a red silk dress for Eponine. ]