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Log; ongoing
When; September 10
Rating; PG
Characters; Firo Prochainezo (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
camoerrista) & Ennis (seventy_years)
Summary; Firo may have been cockblocked by the gestapo, but they made up for it by throwing him in the same cell as Ennis. Well, they have plenty of time to talk now...
Log;
Ennis had quickly come to realize that struggling was useless and only served to tighten their hold on her, but what she didn't understand was why they hadn't stopped after capturing her--why had they brought him along too? Something had been said about them being arrested for their crimes, and she could accept that if it was only herself being hauled off, but he had appeared nothing but ignorant of the horrible chain of events that had begun in 1711, and she could not believe a person like him could be responsible for anything nearly as heinous as the crimes she had committed and those she had done nothing to prevent...
She had pieced together a theory of why and how she had been taken here from Manhattan, but it seemed all but shattered now. This associate of Maiza Avaro--a person she had assumed had learned her identity and had intended to stop her--had no knowledge of who or what she was and had only sought to return an item she had lost. And if it had been Maiza Avaro who had sent these four to capture her, for what reason would he have his homunculi arrest a friend in the process? Why would he have been taken to this city to begin with? Ennis simply did not know what to believe anymore.
The button was still secure, held tight in the palm of her hand. She hadn't had time to put it in a pocket before the four humanoid constructs had arrived, and right now it was the only truth in this place that she could cling to. The person that had been arrested alongside her--a person associated with the man her master wanted to kill most out of all men on Earth--was someone that she could no longer regard as an enemy.
She refused to lose it again. Even when she was thrown heavily against the wall of the cell--a measure to prevent her from having enough time to get up and escape before she was locked inside--she did not uncurl her fingers to lessen the impact with her open palm. It was only after her small scrapes and forming bruises had mended that she sat up and looked at the small golden button in her hand--a small piece of one of her few possessions--and then turned her head to regard the one who had gone through so much trouble to bring it back to her. It seemed that they would be sharing a cell for the time being.
There were a great number of things for them to discuss, and as far as she could tell, no shortage of time to explain herself.
Rating; PG
Characters; Firo Prochainezo (
camoerrista) & Ennis (seventy_years)Summary; Firo may have been cockblocked by the gestapo, but they made up for it by throwing him in the same cell as Ennis. Well, they have plenty of time to talk now...
Log;
Ennis had quickly come to realize that struggling was useless and only served to tighten their hold on her, but what she didn't understand was why they hadn't stopped after capturing her--why had they brought him along too? Something had been said about them being arrested for their crimes, and she could accept that if it was only herself being hauled off, but he had appeared nothing but ignorant of the horrible chain of events that had begun in 1711, and she could not believe a person like him could be responsible for anything nearly as heinous as the crimes she had committed and those she had done nothing to prevent...
She had pieced together a theory of why and how she had been taken here from Manhattan, but it seemed all but shattered now. This associate of Maiza Avaro--a person she had assumed had learned her identity and had intended to stop her--had no knowledge of who or what she was and had only sought to return an item she had lost. And if it had been Maiza Avaro who had sent these four to capture her, for what reason would he have his homunculi arrest a friend in the process? Why would he have been taken to this city to begin with? Ennis simply did not know what to believe anymore.
The button was still secure, held tight in the palm of her hand. She hadn't had time to put it in a pocket before the four humanoid constructs had arrived, and right now it was the only truth in this place that she could cling to. The person that had been arrested alongside her--a person associated with the man her master wanted to kill most out of all men on Earth--was someone that she could no longer regard as an enemy.
She refused to lose it again. Even when she was thrown heavily against the wall of the cell--a measure to prevent her from having enough time to get up and escape before she was locked inside--she did not uncurl her fingers to lessen the impact with her open palm. It was only after her small scrapes and forming bruises had mended that she sat up and looked at the small golden button in her hand--a small piece of one of her few possessions--and then turned her head to regard the one who had gone through so much trouble to bring it back to her. It seemed that they would be sharing a cell for the time being.
There were a great number of things for them to discuss, and as far as she could tell, no shortage of time to explain herself.