unholy screeching from the basement – open

[tori]

The idea of having kids locked in a god forsaken basement was not his first idea of how to get back at the Typhoon. So yeah, they did some waltzing in and didn't think that something would happen, but the poor things were probably on edge enough without this new development. The idea of being so young and locked down below in a foreign, enemy territory gave him the chills. It was that factor of the unknown and the worst, he wouldn't be surprised if they thought they were going to torture or kill them, he'd think the same thing in their place. He was all for fighting the pirates to keep the honor of his home, his family, but there were children in the basement. How could you say that out loud and not feel a little bit gross?

He had paced back and forth, trying to decide whether to check on them or have to face Roy and Bast's potential wrath, and in the end he figured if they were all going to die, he'd rather die after trying to help actual children. After all, he was a kid, more or less. Maybe on the older end of adolescence but still, child.

The desperate pleas were arguably the final nail in his argument's coffin, sending him straight to the captives without another word to anyone else. However, he found Versailles had already beat him to it, leaving him a little more inclined to communicate with the young ones, he wouldn't look like the only one in the group to check on these kids, and by extent look like a traitor.

He let out a quiet sigh, stepping beside the softly glowing panther and wincing at the eeriness of the darkened basement. Bastille...what the hell was he thinking? A basement? "First Jacob and now this. Pincher is going to kill us." Alex muttered, wondering if they'd crossed a line with this. Was it business or just a personal thing? Schoolyard bullies but with more torture. He shook his head. "Focus on the kids, Alex. Focus on the kids."

He was so grateful for Vi's glowing pelt, looking like the most beautiful night sky in contrast to this hellish room. Hopefully the captives would get some comfort out of it. "We're going to get this place up again, you won't be here long." Bold statement? Maybe. This was essentially ransom, a little unfair to them. He wished they'd never shown up here. He wished this black out never happened and more importantly, he wished the Typhoon had better things to do.

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