Event: Questions and Answers

[animusmods]

Characters: NPCs, open
Setting: cafeteria, after lunch, June 11 & 12
Format: starting in prose
Summary: Some of the tower administration answers questions characters may have about their situation.
Warnings: possible language, possible violence

Comments

[froghunting]

Mercedes sits quietly, trying not to show that she was nervous for another round. The men from yesterday hadn't exactly intimidated her, but she doesn't feel comfortable with what they were telling her.

She sighs, "At least they sound like they want to help us."

[thursdaywings]

Castiel had been silent on the first day of questions, just listening to everyone ask and the administration answer.

Second day, and he appears beside the young girl, standing like he did in the first day.

"They are keeping secrets from us," he grunts when Mercedes speaks up.

[froghunting]

She looks over to the man, not sure if she'd seen him the day before or not. Maybe he'd just kept quiet?

"What makes you say that?" Mercedes asks, not sounding like she thinks it entirely impossible. She can't hand her trust to her captors just yet.

[thursdaywings]

Castiel glances at her, noting the butterfly wings on her back. Fae folk, possibly. Since inhabiting Jimmy, the angel has only contact with humans and demons, but not fae.

"They keep circling questions back to us."

[froghunting]

"I guess you're right," she concedes, thinking back to the other two's uncertainty.

They had mentioned several times that they did not know the exact facts. Was that a play on naivete or sincere? "But what for? I can't imagine any reason to not tell us."

[thursdaywings]

"They must have a plan for us."

Castiel has always been on his guard ever since he woke up in this tower. Embodiment of nations, fae folk, and now this sudden question-and-answer session... He wants straight answers, but from how their captors answer, it seems like he wouldn't get anything that would help him get out of this tower.

[froghunting]

That made her even more uneasy. Had she been too open-minded of the situation? Considering her options, perhaps she's been to ready to believe that these people were with good intentions. She tries not to show her worry. "Then, what do you imagine we should do?"

[thursdaywings]

"We do not imagine. We have faith."

He turns to her slowly. "I have faith that we will be able to escape this tower."

[froghunting]

"Um," she fiddled with hands, not prepared for that kind of answer. Faith wasn't exactly something someone relied on in her world. Faith in a better outcome? Sounded wish-washy, but so far the had proved to be sensible enough.

"Pardon?"

[thursdaywings]

"Faith," Castiel repeats himself. "I have faith that we will be able to escape from this tower."