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[crossmyheartandhope]

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

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[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.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, for real?

You show up looking like that and expect us to just take your word on it? "Oh, sure, I got an angel."

For all we know you're some weirdo who got a little too into the masque ball and those BDSM Love Hotel rooms.