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An Unexpected Gathering {Pinfeathers}

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Lowen Thorn

"Shit!" Ipsen yelled out, taken by surprise. He shot a disgusted glare at the half-orc that turned the tables on him. "You ruined everything you stupid.. well, what the hell are you exactly? You sure are... big."

Defeated, he sighed and looked back at Siatha. "Imprison me, eh? After all we've been through? Way to hurt a guy's feelings," he hissed through his teeth. He peered over at the woman he had previously held captive as she walked back into the crowd. "Hey! I was just kidding, lady! No hard feelings, right? Come see me sometime! Their prison has very lucrative visiting hours!"

He mustered a chuckle. He had been caught, but they wouldn't have their way for long.

Pinfeathers

C'thei gave Ipsen an interested look.  "He sure is feisty though, isn't he? You'd get along well." Sheshot a look to the crowd surrounding them, which hastily began to go about its business under her gaze.

Siatha snorted and rolled her eyes.  "With this fool? I don't think so." She lowered her voice slightly, "You should have seen him, Thei, talking to himself like there's something else in there with him.  Might be possessed by something."

C'Thei scratched at her chin and eyed Ipsen once again, giving him an up and down.  "Well, we'll take him in, see what we can get out of him.  Where he's from, where he's been, all that.  Maybe we can pinpoint what's wrong."

Lowen Thorn

"You bet yer' ass I'm possessed!" he cried out with an amused laugh. "Possessed by demons. Better watch your back, I'll haunt your dreams, witch."

Ipsen rolled his eyes at the thought and gave off another heavy sigh. "If you really must know what is wrong with me," he began, his voice calming. "I still haven't gotten the meal Siatha promised me. I'm hungry. I ain't telling you shit until I have something to eat. Speaking of which, you should've seen her scarf down her food earlier. I've never seen anything so disgusting. I bet your parched, Siatha. Need something to drink, Siatha? Here, let me help you."

He shot a quick grin before spitting at the woman's face.


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Siatha gasped, disgusted, and quickly wiped her face with the back of her glove.  "How dare you," she scolded Ipsen, her voice incredulous, "you do know who you just spit on, don't you?"

"Easy," C'Thei spoke up, but she tightened her grip on the man's arm to the point where he dropped the knife in his hand.  With one foot, the hulking knight snapped the blade in half on the ground.  "He's just looking for a response from you.  Let's take him in."

Siatha nodded, frowning, and followed after her mentor. 

"Pardon us," C'Thei said as she made her way through the crowd, Ipsen in hand like some sort of caught fish.  "And you," the knight spoke to the man as she walked, "you'd do your best to keep your mouth shut.  You're not being catered to, here."

Lowen Thorn

"Yes sir," he muttered under his breath.

Ipsen followed along the path they were leading him, intentionally dragging his feet at times just to be a nuisance.

'That bitch broke my damn dagger,' the man cursed to himself.

'That was my dagger! What have you done?! Why would you do this?! You're going to get us both hung, this is my life too! You have no right. Do you want to be imprisoned?'

'Oh quit yer' belly achin' you little girl', the man snapped back at the second voice. 'I'm not going to be rotting in any prison. That's going to be you, boy.

'Wha.. W-What? Why? I have no way to explain myself! No one is going to believe that it wasn't me!'

'Fool, you won't remember. You never do when you're the one in charge. Don't even know who I am, who we are. Serves you right.'

The man's internal conflict came to a halt when they turned a corner. They were just outside the prison.

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The city's quaint prison sat just at the edges of the town square - this was generally the place for first-offenders or petty criminals.  The real dangers were hauled off to the castle's own prison: the dungeon.

Neither Siatha nor C'Thei seemed to take Ipsen as much of a threat - more of a nuisance than anything else, really - as they chatted idly on their walk.  When they came upon the prison, the larger knight prodded the man forwards through the door, and Siatha closed it nicely behind them.

As far as prisons go, Arca's was mostly well kept.  Where one would expect rats and nasty old buckets littering the floor, the stone was actually freshly cleaned.  The cells each contained a straw - stuffed mattress and a chamber pot behind haughty iron bars.  There were already two cells taken in this prison: a middle-aged woman sat on her straw bed, looking irritated; in the other, what looked like a boy no older than 13 sat against the door, legs pulled up to his chest. 

"Alright then," C'Thei used one of the keys at her belt to unlock an empty cell, and nudged Ipsen into it, closing and locking the door securely behind him and returning the keys to her side.  "Siatha, I'll leave him to you.  He's bound to have an interesting story.  Maybe we'll get to hang onto him forever, if we're lucky." she chuckled gruffly, and made her way to the entrance of the prison.

"Oh boy, aren't I in for a treat," the young knight said, her voice laced with sarcasm, but still she smiled and waved her teacher off. 

Lowen Thorn

Ipsen quickly scanned his prison cell after he was escorted in. He was not impressed, but he could act it. Walking over to the straw-bed, he sprawled across it, folding his legs over one another and placing his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

He let out a long whistle.

"Oh, yeah. This is the life right here," he mused. "Got a bed to sleep in. A pot to shit in. I thought you people were throwing me into prison? You're gonna have to feed me too! Ha! We're better off than where we started!"

He glanced over to Siatha, looking for some sort of reaction, before lunging up from the bed and approaching the bars. He looked at the middle-aged women in her cell and mustered a soft, amused chuckle.

Cling!

He banged his fist on the iron bars. "Hey, you! Woman!" he yelled out to her gruffly. "What the hell you in for?"

The woman shot him an quick look of disgust and turned away. Boring. What the hell was he suppose to do in this place?

"Oh, did the big one leave?" he asked, looking back to the knight.

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Siatha only rolled her eyes at this display.  How crude, she thought to herself, returning to the entryway to grab a chair from the front desk - at which no one stood guard on today of all days.

She whipped the chair around backwards and sat, placing her arms on the chair's back and resting her head on top of them, facing Ipsen. 

"That's General C'Thei, to you," she said snidely in response to the man's question.  "And what's your problem, anyway? Someone curse you or something?  You're awfully strange in the head."

Lowen Thorn

"Oh, come now, Siatha," he said tauntingly. "I thought we were on a first name basis you and I. How very.. disappointing."

He wrapped each hand around a bar, placing his face in between two more as he gave her a wild look. "Cursed by many, m'lady. But not in the way you think. What's it to ya?"

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Siatha scoffed at this, and raised her eyebrows.

"I'm only curious is all," she said, shifting slightly in her armor, "you're awfully fickle to be playing up the innocent act like that."

Lowen Thorn

Ipsen let out an abrupt snort, amused.

"It's no act, lady," he said snidely. "I am that way. Sometimes. But enough about me, tell me about you! Your hopes, dreams! Tell me all about Siatha. Got a man in your life? Or a woman, perhaps? Please! I'm dying to know!"

The crude attitude never quits.

Pinfeathers

The knight gave Ipsen a blank look that said it all: she was done with this conversation.

"What do you mean sometimes? You mean when you play it up?" Siatha asked, ignoring the man's own questions.  She didn't have the time or the stupidity to get familiar with Ipsen.  In all honesty, she would rather get back out to the festivities.  But something drew her to him, something was too curious about him that she just had to know what was going on.  Siatha was persistent like that.

Lowen Thorn

Ipsen's wild, cocky stare reduced down to a motionless, cold stare. He had it with this woman.

"Listen, girl," he hissed, sticking his face even further between the cell bars. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told ya. I doubt you could even handle it. Hell, ol' Lowen sure as shit can't handle it and it's his own gods damned life. But he can't handle anything you know what I mean? Off in some corner crying.."

He removed his head from the bars, and backed away from the cell a few steps. He sighed and shook his head, eyes trailing to the floor. "Can't handle anything," he repeated. "Makes me sick."

Click.

With a sudden surge of anger, Ipsen's eyes jolted back up, staring daggers at the knight before him. "I'm tired of talking to you. I'm tired of this cell. Let me out if you know what's best for ya!"

Leaping forward, he kicked the bars in front of him, sending a rattling echo through the prison chamber.

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Siatha was unfazed and watched this display with raised eyebrows.  She was used to people pitching fits - perhaps not with such absentmindedness - but she was used to it.

"Well, alright then.  We don't have to talk.  I'll just sit and watch you." she took a toothpick out of the back of her pocket, starting to pick her teeth, and sighing to herself.  It was exhausting, being a knight, but someone had to do the tiring work, didn't they?  Otherwise people like Ipsen would be running the streets by now.

It was interesting that he mentioned someone.  Lowen.  Siatha silently wondered who that could possibly be.  The way he talked about him sounded like some disappointed older brother.  But could this kind of person possibly have any family left?



Lowen Thorn

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Ipsen grimaced as his head began to pound. Damn. And things were just getting fun with ol' Siatha.

Without another word, he let out a heavy sigh and made his way back over to the bed. He sat down, and buried his face in his hands. This part was always difficult, for many reasons. The thundering drums going on inside his mind, the thought of leaving when there was still more he wanted to do.

Oh well.

He could deal with the situation now.

After keeping his face buried in his palms for several moments, the man peered up - his eyes scanning the cell and the woman on the other side of it nervously. His eyes had softened, and the look of his face was genuinely pure, albeit a bit frightened.

He had lost the time again. It happened again.

"E-Excuse me," Lowen said cautiously. "Who are you? Where am I?"

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