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[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey, what's up? It's me, do the message thing.

[BEEEP]

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[innerdaemons]

[ there's about a foot of give away from the wall for the manacles, enough that they can move around a little but not by much.

the goat person laughs - - there's nothing really distinguishable about them, with their face, hands, and body covered. the most noticeable thing is probably how tall they are, almost as tall as the low ceiling of the dungeon, though when they walk closer there's also the sound of heavy boots that may account for the height.

At this point, they're still a few feet away as they speak. ]

I only wanted to borrow you both for a spell. As for my identity... Well, let's keep that a surprise, shall we?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He doesn't stop twisting at the manacles, trying to force his hands through - people getting out of handcuffs by dislocating a thumb is totally a thing, right? - but he does stop yanking quite so hard, the limits of his mobility determined.]

Yeah, well - you got us. So what gives?

How come we're here again?

[unbr8kable]

[Keeps up steady pressure on the chains, just in case]

Yeah, we just the only idiots that responded to your text? Or you got some other dipshits locked up down the hall?

[innerdaemons]

[ they spread their hands wide, a helpless sort of gesture. ]

I found it to be convenient - - the location, that is. We're not likely to be disturbed here.

And don't worry - - you've both been exclusively chosen!

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He glances at Nem at the word "both," just briefly.]

Convenient, huh? Lucky us.

How come our number came up, anyways? We win the all expenses paid vacation?

[unbr8kable]

[Glances back, the crease in her brow deepening]

Funny that; this don't seem much like Disney Sea.

[innerdaemons]

Oh, it wasn't mere chance. There's someone in particular you're both familiar with - - that caught my attention.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He does not like where this is going. Not even a little.]

...yeah? Who we talking, here?

[unbr8kable]

[Looks to Hurricane again, with effort, forcing her expression light]

Oh, maybe we should guess. Intensity, right? You wanna know if the abs are real?

[innerdaemons]

[ they tilt their head. ]

Would he really be worth all the trouble of kidnapping you?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean, you tell us, dude.

I woulda said nobody was, but I'm not the guy who's got people roped up in a dungeon.

[unbr8kable]

See, I would've found better people to tie up. Can't imagine we're top-tier bondage material, unless you got some kinda weird prosthetics kink.

[innerdaemons]

You both do recall meeting an angel, do you not?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The reply takes a beat too long, as he contemplates denying it and then decides there's probably no point in playing dumb.]

Guess news gets around, huh?

Then maybe you heard the next part, too: he's kinda MIA.

[unbr8kable]

Unless you mean the defectors. Plenty of those around.

[innerdaemons]

No, no - - I believe we both have the same angel in mind. I only wanted to do a bit of a test.

[ they start to walk, as they speak, grabbing pliers. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh. Pliers are. Probably not great, actually.]

What kinda test are we talking, here?

[unbr8kable]

[Tugging a little more urgently at the manacles now]

Yeah, maybe I would've studied. Didn't remember my number-two pencil or anything.

[innerdaemons]

[ they open and close the pliers, as if testing the snap of them. ]

Oh, you needn't worry about that. It's not the sort of test one must study for.

In fact, it's more of a test for that angel.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah?

[He is in earnest trying to squeeze out of the manacles, now - drawing his thumb in tight to the palm and pulling down hard. He's cut his own hand off; dislocating a thumb should be a cakewalk, right? Assuming these manacles have enough give, anyway.]

What's he getting tested on?

[unbr8kable]

[Curls her fingers over the cuff and pushes just a bit of electricity from her hand into it, just in case it triggers a lock or something--this always works in movies, right?]

Hope you aren't hoping on good grades. I don't think he's the formal education type. You might do better checking elsewhere, just saying.

[innerdaemons]

[ the manacles are tight enough Hurricane won't be able to work his hand through them - - and they don't react at the spark of electricity. ]

I'll leave the manner of test a surprise. I wouldn't want to ruin the fun, after all.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. Whole lotta fun to ruin. God forbid you rain on your own parade.

[Sorry not sorry, he is still trying.]

So when's the guest of honor get here?

[unbr8kable]

[Yup, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again]

Or‘s this when you say ‘they’re already here’ and we realize the true angels were within us all along?

[innerdaemons]

Unfortunately, he won't be visiting you here! Though I'm sure you'll be missing him.