Leopon-dji 23 May 2016 6:00:40 PM No.41349933 >>41349905 >The initial noise from the door made her wince. Such a secure, heavy-duty cell didn't belong in a regular guard tower. The hinges and keys had existed here long enough to rust. The pitch darkness, the metal underfoot, the stench... something was going on here. While her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she stayed there, just inside the chamber.
>She noticed the chains first. The way they caught what little light seeped into the room, reflecting off the few clean portions of the metal. The clamps reminded her of what held her wrists in the Kingsmeet prison. It was hell to her, being restrained like that. She couldn't imagine being subjected to that, while undergoing whatever those... monsters were doing in here. The vials, the papers scrawled with markings, all gave her a terrible feeling.
>What finally made her move was the voice. The last time she heard that voice was at the train station, accompanied by a pat on the back that sent her stumbling.
>"See ya on the other side, Kitty-cat."
>She punched him for that, but like the big guy he was, he just laughed, and walked off.
>Now, months later, that had to be him.
F... Febiven?
>The beastkin felt a storm of emotions swirl in her chest, most of all, fear at what could've happened. She took one, two, three careful steps, before dashing the length of the room to see what had become of the man she regarded as a brother.
>The groan turns to surprise as the red-haired man looks up from his hanging position. It was very difficult to see in the dark room, but that voice was unmistakable - the accent and slight animalistic growl to it, and given that she had been the only set of footsteps in the room the whole situation became confusing.
Leo? I'm not... did they put something in it this time...?
>Clearly the man was shaken, which wasn't particularly easy for someone of his disposition. Where Gaius had been the pillar to aspire towards, Febiven had always been the steady support that would keep everything calm. It was already clear that he was far from his stable self right now, but given the environment it was probably to be expected.
>>41349966 >Febiven. It was Febiven, it was him, he was still alive! The months of investigating and planning finally paid off! In such a dark room, she couldn't see much, but she knew that head of wild red hair and that gentle voice anywhere.
No, Febiven, I--it is a long story, I do not know how much time I have...
>The weight of the situation finally replaced the elation. She leaned forward, hands resting gently on the man's shoulders, before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. She pressed her head against his chest spoke softly to avoid rousing suspicion of any passing guards.
Boulder was a mole. He has scars from my claws to last a lifetime. He was a mercenary for another group, the Casino, that has their hands in this operation, as well. The train job--it caught the attention of the Wolves of Kingsmeet, three young men, they swore to help me free you, and Newt, and Jeanette. I am forever indebted to them and helping them investigate all of this.
>As cool as she tried to remain, the words came tumbling out, and her shoulders even shuddered. The reunion was too emotional. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and looked up at the man.