The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Cluckcluck1215]

Take wasn’t in the least bit threatened by the spearmen—he fought plenty of Dakrium guards wielding those flimsy sticks and he’d do it again here if he had to. He crouched down beside Emma, holding a confident smile on his face. “Hey, everything’s gonna be okay Emma. These people just want to make sure we’re not the bad guys alright? Your aunt will be back soon, I promise.” he stuck out his pinkie for her to curl around with her own. He knew with all that Emma and the other kids went through, a possible chance of it happening again would be their worst nightmare.

Hana was visibly trembling with chagrin of having her katana taken from her possession and leaving it behind to follow the old woman who wished to have the group interrogated. She could care less about what the interrogation would be composed of as she was filled with distress of leaving her treasured weapon behind.

Emma reached out her hand, wrapping her pinkie around his for a moment. "They're scary, though." She looked at the spearmen again, then back at him. "They have those...stick things, like they had in that...place."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Kevin watched as the Rugæ people encircled them, spears pointing at them from every angle. He found it unsettling to be surrounded by so many people, but he didn’t let it show. If the Rugæ were to attack, he was confident his group could defeat them, if it came down to it.
He walked with everyone else, moving to stay closer to Aria, Lilith, and Kylan. Now that they were being led into a building, and the people still hadn’t lowered their weapons, he began to get more anxious. It also helped that he couldn’t understand what was being said.
As the leader flicked her wrist, sending their weapons and stuff flying, Kevin automatically wrapped his hands around his chest, gripping his carrier full of chickens. It was no use, and they were sent flying away with everyone else, squawking. He resisted the urge to run to their side and clenched his jaw, suddenly feeling very naked without his shotgun and birds.
If this is friendly, I’d hate to see what being cruel is. He thought.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Aria just started laughing. Uncontrollably. She couldn’t stop. The spearsman were circling, Aria was probably very dehydrated and sleep deprived, but she was still cracking herself over nothing. Literally nothing.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Emma reached out her hand, wrapping her pinkie around his for a moment. "They're scary, though." She looked at the spearmen again, then back at him. "They have those...stick things, like they had in that...place."

Take simply scoffed to make it seem like it was not a big deal. He through a thumb over his shoulder at the spearmen, “I bet they’re total losers without those sticks, that’s why they’re hiding behind them.” He looked Emma straight in the eye, “Don’t worry, if they try anything I’ll snap those little sticks like toothpicks and shove them right-” he paused, reminding himself he was talking to a young girl. “..up their noses?” he finished by making an awkward face and letting out a laugh from how stupid it sounded without the proper vulgar word.

 

[Amer]

Aria blinked before a stupid grin crossed her face, there people had absolutely no idea what all of them put together were capable of. They had someone who just with their voice could kill everyone in this hall, people with electricity, they were not defenceless human beings from earth.

Eve made a grab for her bag as it floated away, there went her paper and charcoal. What was she supposed to do now?

(Aww, poor Eve!)

The introduction had gone better than he'd expected, based on the threats in the letter he'd expected them to fly in on griffins and shoot them all on sight no questions asked. They'd ignored the warning, it was their own fault for getting killed this was down right pleasant. Or it was, until the spear weilding guys surrounded them.

Did that mean they were captives again? Were they going to be locked up? He closed his eyes trying to keep himself calm. He slowly made his way closer to Cam and Fred, imagining he might be able to protect them if something happened, allowing the Rugae to herd them the rest of the way up the path.




Korim's explination of what they wanted seemed harmless. If they knew they'd escaped from that horrible place they'd surely want to help them.
The talky guy spoke with the old woman, she seemed to be cranky, and a sweeping gesture from her sent a wave of movement through the group, everyones bags amd weapons being stipped from them.
The sword he'd made at the Daikrium was pulled free from the belt loop he'd stuck it through and clattered on the floor.

It wasn't like he needed it, he wasn't used to fighting with a weapon anyway, but he'd never come across anyone who could do something like that before.

She was powerful, and she was showing them what she could do with just a wave of her hand. They were at her mercy. There'd be no leaving, without her say so. They wouldn't even be able to move if she didn't want them too.

"Okay, so Fluffypants here is actually named Yellin and Telekinesis Without Our Consent is his mother. They wish to interrogate us."

Interrogate? Kipp's stomach turned over, threatening to send the small amount he'd eaten back out his mouth. He wanted out now. It was time to wake up back home in his bed, and be glad that the worst thing he had to face was his dad.

"No!" He demanded stubbornly. Glaring angrily at the old woman Who was already leading them away expecting them all to follow without complaint. "They want to ask us questions, they can ask us here. Together."

“Would you rather stay here and have the rest of us go in together? Honestly, this is a lot more mercy than I expected.” Korim was a bit irritated by the complaints. Every time someone talked, the Rugæ seemed to show more suspicion than before.”

Surprisingly, the scary lady allowed the group to keep their animal companions. Perhaps she wished to investigate them more closely, though this seemed impossible as Korim’s eyes adjusted to the dim firelight. Yes, the fire in the hearth was blazing, but it didn’t seem to be enough to fill the whole enormous room. A long table with benches at each side sat at the center of the room, and a great chair fit for a chieftain sat at the end, closest to the hearth. Actually, a chieftain sat in it, tall and muscular as a chief ought to be, despite appearing to be even older than Fluffypants. His upper half was bare except for a strap for a bow and a quiver, as though he expected to be firing shots in his own great hall. He must get hot with that fire burning right at his back.
(Does anyone want to play the chief, Yellin’s older brother?)
Over the mantlepiece a huge dragon skull was mounted, and below that a unicorn horn.

“Sit,” said Yellin’s mother, pointing at the chair, her lips drawn in a thin line.
“Sit,” Korim translated, if it wasn’t obvious enough with her impatient guesture.

Even though the chief emanated a scary aura, Korim put it upon himself to sit on the bench closest to the chieftain, as chief translator.
He noticed that the only wood in the room were the benches and the chair. The rest was solemn stone. Even in the fireplace it was only pyronium.
The chief's chair is probably worth about as much as this whole village, he realized.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Take simply scoffed to make it seem like it was not a big deal. He through a thumb over his shoulder at the spearmen, “I bet they’re total losers without those sticks, that’s why they’re hiding behind them.” He looked Emma straight in the eye, “Don’t worry, if they try anything I’ll snap those little sticks like toothpicks and shove them right-” he paused, reminding himself he was talking to a young girl. “..up their noses?” he finished by making an awkward face and letting out a laugh from how stupid it sounded without the proper vulgar word.

Emma laughed, grinning at his awkward sentence. "You sound like Aunt Blair." Though, often times her aunt didn't replace the vulgar word, despite her attempts at trying to cover up her mistake. But at Take's reassurance, she felt a little less scared. She was a child, after all, and believed him, even if in reality it might not be the truth.

(Aww, poor Eve!)

“Would you rather stay here and have the rest of us go in together? Honestly, this is a lot more mercy than I expected.” Korim was a bit irritated by the complaints. Every time someone talked, the Rugæ seemed to show more suspicion than before.”

Surprisingly, the scary lady allowed the group to keep their animal companions. Perhaps she wished to investigate them more closely, though this seemed impossible as Korim’s eyes adjusted to the dim firelight. Yes, the fire in the hearth was blazing, but it didn’t seem to be enough to fill the whole enormous room. A long table with benches at each side sat at the center of the room, and a great chair fit for a chieftain sat at the end, closest to the hearth. Actually, a chieftain sat in it, tall and muscular as a chief ought to be, despite appearing to be even older than Fluffypants. His upper half was bare except for a strap for a bow and a quiver, as though he expected to be firing shots in his own great hall. He must get hot with that fire burning right at his back.
(Does anyone want to play the chief, Yellin’s older brother?)
Over the mantlepiece a huge dragon skull was mounted, and below that a unicorn horn.

“Sit,” said Yellin’s mother, pointing at the chair, her lips drawn in a thin line.
“Sit,” Korim translated, if it wasn’t obvious enough with her impatient guesture.

Even though the chief emanated a scary aura, Korim put it upon himself to sit on the bench closest to the chieftain, as chief translator.
He noticed that the only wood in the room were the benches and the chair. The rest was solemn stone. Even in the fireplace it was only pyronium.
The chief's chair is probably worth about as much as this whole village, he realized.

Blair followed the group, sitting when she was told. Shut your mouth and do as your told. The woman reminded her of her own mother, short, demanding and cruel. Though her mother lacked the Telekinesis.
She looked at the chief without blinking, her face vacant. She wasn't scared. The wolf was rising, and if she wanted to she was convinced she could tear everyone in the room apart in a few seconds. I sound like Take...
And then she realized how much of a hypocrite she was. Her god complex was just as bad as his was, whether she'd admit it or not. However, she didn't let it show, her eyes still deadset on the cheif.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Emma laughed, grinning at his awkward sentence. "You sound like Aunt Blair." Though, often times her aunt didn't replace the vulgar word, despite her attempts at trying to cover up her mistake. But at Take's reassurance, she felt a little less scared. She was a child, after all, and believed him, even if in reality it might not be the truth.

Blair followed the group, sitting when she was told. Shut your mouth and do as your told. The woman reminded her of her own mother, short, demanding and cruel. Though her mother lacked the Telekinesis.
She looked at the chief without blinking, her face vacant. She wasn't scared. The wolf was rising, and if she wanted to she was convinced she could tear everyone in the room apart in a few seconds. I sound like Take...
And then she realized how much of a hypocrite she was. Her god complex was just as bad as his was, whether she'd admit it or not. However, she didn't let it show, her eyes still deadset on the cheif.

Take grinned back at Emma, glad he distracted her momentarily from what was going on. He wasn’t surprised when she compared him to Blair, since they both used colorful language a lot. When they were seated at the long table by the orders of the older woman, his grin faded away and turned into a frown. All was quiet except for Aria’s boisterous laughing, which he acknowledged. “Yo Aria, shut up” he growled, enunciating the last two words specifically. He turned his head in the direction of the big guy that sat at the end of the table, who visibly held some powerful authority. Authority was what Take hated the most, they always tried to put him in check, and regulated what he could do and couldn’t do. Which is one of the reasons he lived such a rebellious and troublesome life.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Aww, poor Eve!)

“Would you rather stay here and have the rest of us go in together? Honestly, this is a lot more mercy than I expected.” Korim was a bit irritated by the complaints. Every time someone talked, the Rugæ seemed to show more suspicion than before.”

Surprisingly, the scary lady allowed the group to keep their animal companions. Perhaps she wished to investigate them more closely, though this seemed impossible as Korim’s eyes adjusted to the dim firelight. Yes, the fire in the hearth was blazing, but it didn’t seem to be enough to fill the whole enormous room. A long table with benches at each side sat at the center of the room, and a great chair fit for a chieftain sat at the end, closest to the hearth. Actually, a chieftain sat in it, tall and muscular as a chief ought to be, despite appearing to be even older than Fluffypants. His upper half was bare except for a strap for a bow and a quiver, as though he expected to be firing shots in his own great hall. He must get hot with that fire burning right at his back.
(Does anyone want to play the chief, Yellin’s older brother?)
Over the mantlepiece a huge dragon skull was mounted, and below that a unicorn horn.

“Sit,” said Yellin’s mother, pointing at the chair, her lips drawn in a thin line.
“Sit,” Korim translated, if it wasn’t obvious enough with her impatient guesture.

Even though the chief emanated a scary aura, Korim put it upon himself to sit on the bench closest to the chieftain, as chief translator.
He noticed that the only wood in the room were the benches and the chair. The rest was solemn stone. Even in the fireplace it was only pyronium.
The chief's chair is probably worth about as much as this whole village, he realized.

Kipp followed the rest, though he didn't want to. Being locked up again was the last thing he wanted, but the next room which he could see into now didn't seem to be a prison.

He looked at Aria who was giggling, she seemed to understand that they were all in trouble here. No one else seemed to be worried at all. Korim seemed to think this was good, and maybe he'd know best what people were like here, but he still felt uneasy being forced forward under guard.

He'd said the unicorn horn would not be enough to pay for services here, had it been enough to keep them from being locked up? Or maybe only enough to keep them from being killed. It wasn't like they had anything to pay them with. Unless the few things they'd taken from the dragons cave would work. He'd only picked up two small things there though, probably not enough to make them happy.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Take grinned back at Emma, glad he distracted her momentarily from what was going on. He wasn’t surprised when she compared him to Blair, since they both used colorful language a lot. When they were seated at the long table by the orders of the older woman, his grin faded away and turned into a frown. All was quiet except for Aria’s boisterous laughing, which he acknowledged. “Yo Aria, shut up” he growled, enunciating the last two words specifically. He turned his head in the direction of the big guy that sat at the end of the table, who visibly held some powerful authority. Authority was what Take hated the most, they always tried to put him in check, and regulated what he could do and couldn’t do. Which is one of the reasons he lived such a rebellious and troublesome life.

"Yeah, Aria, shut up." Clearly, Blair and Take would not be a good influence on Emma. Emma found it quite funny until she was forced to sit, squished against Blair, who really wasn't paying attention to her. She looked up at her aunt, squinting her eyes slightly in the dark. Her aunts eyes were glowing in the dark, and she looked mad. She had the same look of her that her grandmother would get, though her grandmother lacked the strange gold eyes. She shyed away from her a little, unsure what to say or do in the strange place.

 

[Amer]

“So why did you bring these strangers here anyways?” Yelly Lady asked Yellin. She seemed to speak more than the chief, who sat a grim figure against the fire.
The soldiers surrounded the table where the group sat.
“They said they came from Earth,” said Yellin. He looked uncomfortable. It was clear that it was more customary for the Rugæ to turn strangers away, or skewer them.
(Does anyone want to write the chief’s reply? He can have any one, really)