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

[HeavensHens88]

(lol Korim should probably tell the Earthers what's happening.)
"They're allowing us in so we can tell them where we've come from. Just follow them," Korim explained.
"I gathered that much," said Kyle. "Any other important things we should know?"
"I think these people are going to charge more than a unicorn horn for their services."
The group arrived at a much larger hut, more of great hall of sorts. The path ran up to it before splitting around it to feed into the rest of the village. It had great carved stone doors that gave you the impression that the interior was going to be very impressive, or at least impressive in a Spartan sort of way. Those great doors flung wide on their own accord, revealing a short figure sillouetted by flickering firelight. She had a woolen blue dress, grey hair in a bun, and wrinkled tan skin. She probably had once been taller and slimmer, but she was just as intimidating at the same height as Kipp and at her advanced age.
"What are you doing bringing strangers into the Great Hall without asking, Yellin?" she asked, hands on her hips. Korim shuddered. This lady was even more terrifying than his Mam.
The spokesman averted his gaze. "They came asking for help, so I decided to bring them here for interrogation, Mam."
"Without taking their weapons? You should know well enough to take those precautions." The lady simply swept her hand and Korim's bow and Hana's katana (Kevin's gun? Is that on his back?) floated to the ground. Cam jumped as her and everyone else's bags suddenly were sucked off their backs as well.
"Honestly, you need better excuses than that, son, but we'll find out soon enough why you all are here, I suppose," the woman said. She gestured for the group to follow.
"Okay, so Fluffypants here is actually named Yellin and Telekinesis Without Our Consent is his mother," Korim explained. "They wish to interrogate us."

(Sorry, Ciro, Imma have to drag you along)

Aella followed, for once completely silent, alongside Ciro. She didn't say a word as the spearmen surrounded them, only inched her way into the middle so she didn't have to be close to the strangers with spears, sparks dancing on her fingertips. As the great, carved stone doors flung open with massive force, her eyes widened. The woman had Telekinesis, she realized rather quickly as the packs were forced from her back. A strange noise welled in her throat, and she had to force herself not to hide behind Ciro, even though he wasn't any taller then her. All she could think about was Grayson.
Grayson with his black eyes, a wicked glint to them. Grayson with his out of control Telekinesis. People with that power were powerful, more powerful then some gave them credit for.
But they were also dangerous.
Her hand drifted to the thin fabric necklace around her neck, her fingers dancing over it, careful not to burn it. She glanced around the group warily, unsure of what was even going on,

Ciro was really out of it.
Sure, he was standing just beside Aella, direwolf in rigid arms, seemingly just as obediently subservient to the abrasive natives as the rest of them.
But he was not okay.
His fingers were weaving to and fro with a rhythmic desperation, determined to knit an accessory right out of the poor wolf's fur. Even when their newest vigilante bodyguards kept them at a standstill, his bare feet were moving, twitching, tapping. He kept his eyes slitted- he would not make eye contact.
Forget the state of his mind.
He'd lied.
No matter if the creature hadn't had the capability to mentally grasp what was said to it.
He'd told the unicorn that they were harmless. That they were friends will no ill intentions.
Oh, how Ciro had lied.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

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.

Aria stopped laughing and looked around the room at Take and Blair, she wasn’t much of a fan of either of them.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Aria stopped laughing and looked around the room at Take and Blair, she wasn’t much of a fan of either of them.

Nat, meanwhile, took this golden opportunity to absolutely lose it.
This was great.
Just absolutely great.
The company.
The outfits.
The weapons.
The kids saying the darndest things.
She didn't know what to start with.


Also, it was probably long past the half-hour-passenger-interchange mark but who was counting? She had definitely grown attached to Noah. And Alex had long ago faded into nothingness.
...actually the matter of another absentee child probably should be addressed at some point.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(So now Alex is missing? Greaaaat. Stop getting lost kids. Stick together or the we-sa will get you.)

 

[Rose Quartz]

Grafe, Seina, and Chion all promptly obeyed the Rugae's instructions, sitting quietly listening. Siena setting Elon down on the bench beside her, since she had limited lap space.

(I might have some of them chime in a bit here or there, so just reminding people they exist. Oh yeah Jewels :/)

Juliana filed in to the room with everyone else sitting near Kevin, and also closer to the door than the cranky looking man at the head of the table. She wondered if he sat in this dark room all day waiting for something to happen. Or if there was another way in that he'd come through just to sit and glare at them judgmentally.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Ciro was really out of it.
Sure, he was standing just beside Aella, direwolf in rigid arms, seemingly just as obediently subservient to the abrasive natives as the rest of them.
But he was not okay.
His fingers were weaving to and fro with a rhythmic desperation, determined to knit an accessory right out of the poor wolf's fur. Even when their newest vigilante bodyguards kept them at a standstill, his bare feet were moving, twitching, tapping. He kept his eyes slitted- he would not make eye contact.
Forget the state of his mind.
He'd lied.
No matter if the creature hadn't had the capability to mentally grasp what was said to it.
He'd told the unicorn that they were harmless. That they were friends will no ill intentions.
Oh, how Ciro had lied.

Aella stood behind the bench beside Ciro, her body completely rigid. She didn't dare leave his side. If she did, she was absolutely terrified of something happening. To her. Or to him. If something happened to him because she decided to walk away, she wouldn't forgive herself.
Her thoughts paused. Since when had she ever cared about anyone else's safety other then her own?
Her head was down, eyes locked on the floor as if it were life saving. Though she couldn't really see it, her vision obscured, more then normal, by her hair. There was an annoying clicking noise that filled the room, and she was going to snap until she realized it was her that was making that noise, her shoe clicking obnoxiously as her leg bounced.
It quieted as she forced her leg to stay still, but her crushing anxiety didn't. It was like a weight in her stomach. It crouched on her shoulders, snaking a silent and invisible hand around her throat and squeezing until she hardly dared to breath. Breathing down her neck, hot, sticky breath that might have been nervous sweat, but her mind convinced her it was something behind her, even though she didn't dare look. Even her fingers twitching over her necklace, tracing the delicately woven letters, couldn't stop it. How could she even stop something she couldn't see?
The Rugæ people set her on edge. She thought she was brave, she thought nothing fazed her anymore. Thirteen years of stealing and running from authority tended to do that to people, but she had no idea what she was dealing with when it came to the Rugæ.
Not only that, but it wasn't just herself she had to worry about now.
Ciro. Slowly, not daring to make a sudden move around the Rugæ strangers, she looked at him. The dim fire cast shadows across his face, his features appearing much sharper then they really were. Or maybe they were that sharp. She couldn't bring herself to look at his face for too long. It also illuminated the sharp lines of stress on his face she had failed to notice earlier.
"Hey," she dared to lean closer to him, her gaze fluttering between his face and the Rugæ people, before it finally decided to land on him. "What are you thinking about?"

 

[Amer]

Nat, meanwhile, took this golden opportunity to absolutely lose it.
This was great.
Just absolutely great.
The company.
The outfits.
The weapons.
The kids saying the darndest things.
She didn't know what to start with.


Also, it was probably long past the half-hour-passenger-interchange mark but who was counting? She had definitely grown attached to Noah. And Alex had long ago faded into nothingness.
...actually the matter of another absentee child probably should be addressed at some point.

Noah compliantly dismounted and sat down. “What are they saying They’re not gonna make us dig, are they?” he asked Nat.
The spears scared him. They had spears at Dakrium, but they were mostly wielded by kids. These had terrifying adults holding them.
But when Nat laughed, he did too. Who did they think they were fooling, picking on a bunch of kids?
“I laugh in the face of danger! Ha ha ha!”

 

[Yowza Wowza]

“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)

After sitting in silence, the chief finally spoke. He turned his head in Korim’s direction, “Why are these ‘Earth’ people on Borealis, young boy?” he asked in a gruff, deep voice. His chiseled face was calm and emotionless as he awaited Korim’s answer. He’d never seen individuals such as these in his presence before and they were quite intriguing.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Aria stopped laughing and looked around the room at Take and Blair, she wasn’t much of a fan of either of them.

Blair felt eyes on her, and turned her head, drawing her eyes off the cheif at the very last second. She looked at Aria, and raised a brow. The girl didn't look too pleased at Emma and Take telling her to shut up, but if they hadn't, she sure would have and it would be a lot meaner then they had said it. They were probably going to get in trouble if she kept laughing like that.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Blair felt eyes on her, and turned her head, drawing her eyes off the cheif at the very last second. She looked at Aria, and raised a brow. The girl didn't look too pleased at Emma and Take telling her to shut up, but if they hadn't, she sure would have and it would be a lot meaner then they had said it. They were probably going to get in trouble if she kept laughing like that.

Take, who was sitting across from Blair and Emma had to stifle his laugh when Emma told Aria to shut up as well. She managed to make him crack his serious gaze on the chief. Then he just played it off and resumed his dead serious staring which wasn’t working out for him because he was starting to find it humorous. He just put his attention Blair, who’s eyes were glowing in the dark much like his own. Even though they had been avoiding each other, he couldn’t help but try to imagine what she was thinking. I’m Blair, I don’t like sitting on this uncomfortable bench, I want to punch this big dude in the face.