#thecabbageprince

Trekking through the woods and finding marks to create a mental map wasn’t too hard, she was used to it already as she managed to soon find a very nice clearing. And in that clearing? Tohru.....??

What was he even doing? Was he brooding? Now wasn’t the time for that, already she let out another sigh just seeing him. She’d been sighing a lot today, she was aware of that, but that was her only real way to express her complex emotions without going into too much detail.

“Who’s this guy? Some kinda cop?”

Ange felt that she had grasped a hold of the truth, if only for a brief moment, when she jumped off that high building. While she wasn’t experiencing those emotions that had led her to jump off in the first place, she wanted to see if she could get a hold of just another piece of that truth, in perhaps a far less dangerous fall. So here she was, feeling something nostalgic as she hopped from the roof of a fairly small building towards the ground.

@thecabbageprince

Quite a predicament, wasn’t it? He’d barely even settled in, the past few days spent getting his bearings and making himself acquainted with his surroundings as best he could-- no small feat when there were so many things that he still could not understand, both their purpose and how exactly they functioned. And yet he already found himself imprisoned for no reason at all!

... At least, he assumed this was a cell of some sort. The bars were familiar enough, though the furnishings were much less sparse than the last prison he’d been unfortunate enough to see the inside of. The knight cradled one of his medals ‘tween his hands, a nervous fiddling he couldn’t quite seem to stop, hard as he tried. It felt strange to be as bare as he was; no helmet, no shield, no sword. They could hardly demand of him to strip down to his unmentionables so, thankfully, the seemingly-undead fellows who’d dragged him here had let him retain his chain mail and boots at the very least.

Still! Still. It was hardly fair! Their mumblings and groans had fallen just short of being understandable to Solaire, and so he was left without even the hint of an explanation why he was stuck in this (all things considered not very) horrible place. He’d spoken up before, several times in fact, but he’d received nothing but cold shoulders and more unintelligible groaning.

The knight weighed his options. Breaking out was one of them, of course, but this town was hardly large enough to allow him to escape from the law’s long arm. He could simply wait, and find out just what was in store for him, which surely couldn’t be that bad-- But, ah, a glimmer of hope! A face unlike the rest, beige skin rather than rotted green, a fellow who looked rather alive in fact. Solaire positively perked up, halting his fumbling for a moment.

Even worse than kissing the cabbage?