[Game Thread] The Cell

[Kazegami]

Luna stares with bewilderment at this Shump. Never had she thought such a fearsome creature could posses such a child like attitude. Snapping out of her bewilderment, Luna looks over at chance with an expressionless mask.

"I am no pet. Since there is no need for lies and since it appears we'll be in each other's company for the time being, I suppose it is best to form an alliance of sorts until we have found ourselves off this forsaken rock. You may call me Luna, the herald for death. However I hold no delusions about my low standing however with time I shall become more powerful and spread the cold embrace of oblivion. My origins however are no concern to anyone. So for the time being you may call me by my name, Luna. "

Luna looked over at Shump. "For such a fearsome creature, you certainly differ from your kin."

[Frogman]

Hahahahaha! I knew it! Chance exclaims while expelling some particles of half-chewed chicken onto his plate, Genre conventions strike again! After a couple moments of glee Chance eventually recomposes himself, his black face settling down to it's characteristic smirk, his blue eyes still scrunched in mirth.

Ahem...yes. Thought I don't trust you fully, Luna Herald of Death, I Chance Sticky Fingers Fen will agree to work with you if the need arises. I believe such a stance is appropriate given our current circumstances. Yes this will work nicely, the dashing thief, the child-like bruiser, the noble convict and the creepy witch-girl forced together by circumstance to triumph over adversity. A wonderful story is to be told.

[Kazegami]

Luna turned her gaze back at the strange talking frog humanoid.
"And where do you fit in? All I can see is that you're the group's bard."

[Frogman]

I don't believe you were listening, my lovely lady of...um death. I already mentioned my criminal occupation. I'm a self-publishing, self-aggrandizing rake. I steal, stab, hide and climb all with flamboyant flourish, sweeps the non-death oriented females off their feet and whatnot. If you had to pin me down to an archetype I'd say you could call me a noble thief...well thief yes noble...depends.

[Kazegami]

Luna stared at Chance, an eyebrow raised. "I do hope your skills in combat are as sharp as your tongue. If not, I'm afraid I'll be too distracted looking at your fresh corpse than concentrating on the battle ensuing around me. For the sake of this alliance of ours, I hope misfortune doesn't ill your luck, Chance."

[Frogman]

Well if you insist on being so ghoulish I'm afraid that the living will take advantage of your fascination with the dead. But I must complement you on your taste; if you must stare at any corpse it may as well me the most attractive amphibian corpse around.

[Kazegami]

Luna pushed away the food in front of her then leaned forward towards Chance. She pushed back her hood to reveal her fiery red hair and violet eyes. "I look forward to your deranged soul departing from your stiffen cold body. It will be a pity if I don't gain the opportunity to witness such a luxury. Death is beauty and so much more. However I don't look for beauty, I rather look for signs of torture due to refusing to let go of life." Luna leaned back into her chair with a smirk on her face. "I wonder how you may live your last moments of feeble breath before you find yourself in oblivion's slumber."

[cruelcynic]

Shump's head moves left and right following Chance and Luna's conversation back and forth. His face starts changing colors as he attempts to contain the giggles welling up within."Har har!" As his face turned purple it could no longer contain his laughter. "She is the cutest harbinger of doom ever." After a few minutes of literal rolling on the floor laughing Shump sits up and wipes the tears from his eyes, regaining a bit of composure.

Looking down the table to the warden, other matters seem to be on Shump's mind. "So. Wardsy. You gonna let us in on your plans for us?"

[Kazegami]

Luna shifted her attention to Shump, rather intrigued with his behavior. "I don't understand why you insist on calling me such things." She had watched him literally rolling on the floor laughing, both disgusted at the display and baffled however her emotionless mask betrayed her inner thoughts. Once the childish being of fearsome lineage recomposed himself and ask the warden about his plans for them, Luna went back into silence and decided to listen intently to what the Warden had to say.

[Apocalyps3]

You should be glad he enjoys your company. Samus said to Luna, breaking a piece of bread from a nearby loaf. Our last cell mate looked at him wrong and Shump ate the poor chap in three bites.

[Gunslinger 19]

For the most part, the warden just seems content to be accompanied for his meal. Perhaps he desires someone who isn't constantly standing on order for him. In any case, he listens to your conversation with great interest, even halting in his meal to pay attention. It is rather disconcerting. "Plans? What makes you think I have any plans for you?" he replies to Sam's inquiry. "I mean, as for my little sparring matches, I'd love to see you participating there more. Other than that, I leave your care to those in my command."

He begins eating again, although his appetite seems fairly low now. Outside the windows, the sky is growing fairly dark, and without the chandelier above the room would probably be dismal. Your guards remain silent.

[cruelcynic]

"Hrumf" Shump looks over to chance. "No evil monologue for yer story today. Har har!" Shump stands and walks over to the nearest tapestry, growling at the guard that pointed his crossbow at him. He looks at it for a moment while scratching his chin. Then with one swift movement and a loud ripping sound Shump tears it from the wall and wraps it around himself. He walks back to the table and looks over to the warden. "That cell is kinda cold." A crooked grin edges out on Shump's face.

[Frogman]

Yes...that's disappointing. This section could use a does of heavy handed, hammy, expository, evil monolog...and yes that tapestry suits you brings out your eyes.

So Warden, you want us to fight again? Is this to be a regular diversion because if so it's going to be really boring to watch people fight fist to fist over and over.

[Kazegami]

Luna disregarded the remark made towards her from the other human in their alliance. Instead Luna pulled her hood over her head once more and remain eerily silent. Her attention focused on the warden and his next plan of action. Her hands rest gently in her lap with her head bowed down.

[Gunslinger 19]

At Shump's sudden movement, the guards immediately point their crossbows at him, but the warden waves it off as though nothing had happened, and their grips relax. Wiping his mouth, the Warden stands up.

"I think we're done here," the warden says. "Guards, take the prisoners back to their -"

Suddenly, you begin to hear a strange noise, and the warden cuts off his speech, looking around with unease. The ground is shaking. "What... what is happening..." The warden's son, who until now had been standing by the door, walks about, his sword drawn.

"Sire! Outside! there's a... a light!" One of the guards speaks. He is standing by one of the windows, looking out in wonder. A pink light faintly illuminates his face.