BE SO COLD | torture

[gael]

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The fox cursed silently the second the girl moved, remembering with apprehension she struggled with doing just those strange movements -- like glitches.  His ears flattened sharply, but before he could respond in any way, another showed on the scene.  No one other than 'Embry', who acted faster and in a somewhat surprisingly way -- to Gael, who knew his real name.

Luck had it the girl stayed down at least, letting him focus on regaining some cool.  His hazel eyes flashed between Embry, Suvi, then Jervis, as the Ardent made his way over.  If the Fae felt any relief to avoiding any more violence, he did not show it, instead furrowing his brow in thought.  It made sense, to use her for their own gain -- they only had Embry, as far as he knew, among their medically trained numbers.  And we'll see how long that lasts.

Indeed, no one had come for the girl yet -- in any orthodox way, at least.  Jervis knew nothing of her father, or her uncles for that matter -- one of which standing beside him, under his own nose.  Gael knew better to suspect she'd be here for much longer.  No doubt either Tanglewood or the Typhoon had something planned.

He found himself flicking an ear and glancing at her again.  "Then she best work for you, Embry, since she's a medic." Gael planned on winning this little game of chess they were playing -- he held his honor high, resigned not to reveal the pirate himself, but if let his niece go while under his supervision, he'd oust himself.  A test for the other, in a way.

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

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