Rylehtin'akksavith wrote:"My my? Polite, are we?" mazia still seems... Unimpressed. Disinterested. Zanthos on the other hand is far less happy, clearly irritable at being bound- abruptly growing tentalces that pry at the bindings in irritation. "I mean, clearly, running into random strangers and binding them for no apparent reason? Wonderful, and so very... Typical, really. Alright, fine. So, I'm mazia, and this is Zanthos. I'll not be saying where, right off the bat, becuase frankly, you look like the kind of person that could break my home, and everyone there. Pity, Havel would love to meet you. Now. Can we undo these...The Prismatic Band wrote:
nither of the two seem the least bit intimidated. The blue one speaks up"I'm somone who really doesn't take threats well."
mazia rolls his eyes.
"And he's also the one with zero tact."
zanthos growls, before mazia continues to mock him.
"Well. it's true. Elegy hsving to recreate our bodies before raising us would take longer. Not fun. So show at least a bit of respect."
yet, at the same time, mazia is barely aknowkadging that there is, in fact, a threat.
A swarm of small crystals flies out from the purple dragon and surrounds the two cheeky intruders, spinning a web of ectoplasmic ropes around them, which constrict tightly, pinning their wings against their sides. They are both grabbed by the backs of the necks and thus prevented from falling or crashing.::I do not threaten. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead. Nor am I the only thing you have to worry about. Now, are you going to tell me who you are, or do I need to pry the information from your minds?::
Her mental voice was no calm and her statements matter-of-fact, if slightly annoyed. If these two were from the Empire, they were the Empire's stupidest scouts. Their lack of recognition of what she was indicated to her that they might be from somewhere else and bought them a little more rope to hang themselves with.
::Considering that you have come to my home, uninvited and unannounced, and refused to answer a simple question about your identities, I am being extremely polite. Can you honestly say you would do the same if someone dropped by your home in the same fashion? Now. We are going to go inside and have a nice, long chat. Once I am satisfied that you are no threat to the children here, then you will be allowed to leave. How we reach that happy conclusion is largely up to you.::
And with that she teleported the two into one of the many detention rooms, releasing their ectoplasmic bonds. Not that it did them much good as they were both suspended in the sensory deprivation environment of the white room, well out of reach of Ryleh or each other. Ryleh transformed into her human form and calmly folded her hands inside her sleeves. "Let us begin again. What brings you to Avalon?" she asked with exaggerated politeness.