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side: hell

[ The light which spread everywhere intensifies, gaining not just brightness but color. It focuses with its intensity, golden lines swarming your vision. And where the gold coalesces, it leaves space between with a black that opens out like a sea, sweeping across your vision as your eyes adjust until you can see the truth of your new surroundings.

The golden bars are not the gates that welcomed you in.

They're the bars to a cell you've been dumped in with your unfortunate compatriots. A cell that sits in an inky sea of darkness, broken up not by light across objects in your vision but by brilliant colors each so solid that the darkness cannot cover them up. And, in your vision, guarding the cage is a figure, with six wings, each as golden as the bars. Their eyes are a milky expanse of white-blue light, emanating outwards, like they've caught you in headlights.

A jailer's keyring sits at their waist. ]

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[...??????

WELP. FIGHT IT, LITTLE MINION –– forcing her to brace against the force and throwing an elbow back violently, whatever's helping best piss off.]

[ SHE DOES THAT and then

falls backwards because whatever was behind her doesn't seem to be there anymore?? or fighting her ]

. . .Okay. Get up, I want out.

[LET'S. LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN attempting to walk her through the bars to use her to surf back out of them.]

[ As she puts her hands down so she can puppet the lion-angel to stand up again and walk out, there's

there's a distinct click heard. as a pair of handcuffs shackle her wrists. The will shackles in place, there doesn't seem to be any real effect... other than the fact handcuffs mean she has a more limited range of movement.

There's a pause and the man reappears in front of her. ]

Your call privileges will be revoked.

[If he's right there in front of her she's absolutely going to tackle him instead.]

[ She successfully tackles him!

however, the gates still stop her handcuffs from going through, so she runs into that problem despite her contact with the angel ]

Edited 2019-07-29 05:58 (UTC)

What––?

[Giving a sharp hiss at the unpleasant jarring of the cuffs catching on the bars –– but surprised enough by it that she doesn't immediately react. So now she's just sitting on an angel, had never actually released the other angel so who knows what she's up to, and at this point is probably never getting out of this cell but at least she can get some consolation from the fact that she is at least a massive pain in the ass.]

[ he is laying down with a cat girl on him, and just. looks resigned to his lot in life ]

Your phone privileges are revoked.

[ he says, from beneath her ]

[Pinning her ears back and lashing her tail.]

I don't care about some stupid phone, I don't have anyone to call anyway!

Get these things off me!

[Rattling her shiny new bracelets right in his face.]

No.

[ HONESTLY, WITH HER PUPPETING BOTH HIM AND HIS COWORKER, WHY ON EARTH WOULD HE!! ]

[Okay but handcuffs don't actually stop her from puppeting anyone, you know.

Attempting to go through his uniform pockets herself to find a key or something :F]

[ If she is sitting largely outside the cell with her hands in handcuffs behind her or above her (since they cannot be pulled through the bars) she will find making him go through his own pockets difficult.

Furthermore, the bars have no keyhole. ]

[Well, she was more hoping for a key to the cuffs than to the cage at this point, but either way the whole exercise is frustrating and she gives it up pretty quick. Giving a low, angry hiss with her tail lashing, she yanks hard with her arms, banging the cuffs against the bars. It's mostly acting out in frustration, it's not like she thinks she'll be able to pull them through doing that.]

What's your problem, anyway?!

[Also trying to get some help dealing with those cuffs, though.]

Edited 2019-07-31 03:26 (UTC)

Poor company.

[ But okay, while she's getting those off he's going to be getting Requiem out of the cell to get her call.

The overloaded knife should cut through them ]

[FREEDOM???

Assuming the other guard is still busy with Leo, she's gonna take a quick look around for anything that might deactivate the bars -- Intensity said it should be glowing lines they could disrupt, anything like that around. . .?

Also, you know, any place to hide for when the guards come back would also be a good plan.]

[ the bars block whatever they're being generated from. Also they're fairly uncomfortably warm to the touch. They leave a gold glittery residue on her where she touches them.

The guards still have not left. ]

[She'll ignore the discomfort for now in favour of keeping her hands together as if the cuffs are still totally connected, nothing to see here, really.

And with both guards there she'll just stay still and quiet since she can't deal with two, but still quickly scanning the room -- are there any places to hide, anything other than the elevator door as an exit, does the cellevator have a hatch at the top like some do?]

[ There is no top hatch, the cell is empty of everyone except her compatriots. It looks like this isn't a real jailing area, and more a temporary holding cell before they transfer people to wherever they should go. As maybe you could have guessed from it being an elevator. There is a stained glass window at the back ]

[Hmm. . . filing that away for later. Maybe it can be broken. But for now, the guards are a problem, and she's quickly getting bored of waiting there, so she shifts closer to the bars (despite the uncomfortable heat) to better hide the separated cuffs and calls out to the guard:]

Hey. Unmotivated guy, come here? Please? I just–– I need to talk to you for a sec.

[Sounding young and a little nervous and contrite which is 100% legit really.]

Speak your piece.

[ yeah he's not moving. ]

[Folds her ears back :(]

I don't want to announce it for everyone to hear!

Unfortunate.

[ He does not sound like he thinks this is unfortunate ]

Pfffhaha, wow. Didn't know the big bad guards were so scared of one chained up girl.

[Scratches at the side of her head with her foot claws like the ridiculously flexible catperson she is. Except, you know, she puppets him while doing it, so hopefully he enjoys the physical gymnastics involved in smacking himself in the head with his own toes.]

[ it looks really silly, honestly.

Covers himself with a wing for modesty, please. ]

[It sure does look hilarious, she just breaks into peals of laughter, letting her tail flick and curl, though at least she drops her leg in doing so.]

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