CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

The minion looked at the knife in surprise, tried to tug it out of the wall, but it wouldn't budge. He looked frantically for a way out as the small group walked nearer. He unbuttoned his shirt, slipped out of it and ran, leaving the worn fabric swaying back and forth on the wall.

Sanae
I follow his path easily, going down another hallway and cutting him off. I unzipper my sweatshirt, my wings shaking out from under it. He looked freaked, frozen to the spot.

Aloe: I sprinted forward and tackled the guy around the legs. We fell hard and I tasted blood.

"It's not him, is it?" Annaleah said, inspecting the shirt hanging on the wall. Crooks hadn't been wearing that.

I got to my feet and pulled the guy up by his hair. "Who are you?!"

Sanae
"One of his lackies." I pull him up, read the future paths, and pulled out his spare knifes from where he was hiding them. I twirl one skillfully.

"What is your purpose?" my hands curled over his shoulders and I bent down to eye level. I searched his face for a moment. "What was your part in this?"

Annaleah walked over to him. He was younger than Crooks, no more than thirteen or so. Sure, send the underdog. The poor thing was terrified, watching all of them with wide eyes. "Where's Crooks?" she asked calmly.

He just stared for a moment, eyes wandering up to Sanae's wings.

Sanae
I smirk and press his knife to his throat. "Don't think i'm going to save you because i'm an angel. My kind didn't call ourselves Grimms for no reason."

He was in shock. I realized then he was of no danger to us. He was just a kid, probably dragged into this against his will and frightened as all hell. His face was frozen, completely stoic. I leaned him against my chest, cradling his head away from bird girl. "Back off, he couldn't answer you if he wanted to. The work upstairs isn't his."

Sanae
I wasn't one to threaten. It felt forced and uncomfortable. I lower his knife.

The boy pulled away quickly into the wall, almost like he'd been burned. "Wh-who are you?" His voice was surprisingly gruff.

We're not going to hurt you. Just tell us who sent you and we might be able to help. Please don't feel frightened.



Ps. Can I take up the boy as a charcter?

Sure!

Sanae
I fold my wings in again, zipper the sweatshirt up before throwing his knife down.

Mkay. Well, this was unexpected. His name...is Brawne. He's 12. Got mixed up with crooks. We'll find out how as we move on and he develops.

Brawne: My heart jammed in my throat. "I-I-"

Aloe: The boy collapsed. I rushed over and put his head in my lap. Stupid maternal instincts.

Annaleah watched quietly, cocking her head at the boy. Before Cricket, she would have felt unrestrained pity...but she'd been taught not to trust people here, even if they seemed harmless. She bit her lip. But who wouldn't trust that face?

Aloe: "Is there somewhere we can go for cover? I can't stand to be here another minute."

"Well...the safest spot in the lowlands is the Bell Tower. You'll have to trust me on that one. The tricky part is getting there," Annaleah said.

I shifted the boy up onto my back. "lead the way."

Sanae
I pause. "I can fly there, though i'm not sure i'll be able to carry three. Two max, maybe..."

"Take the kid then. We'll meet you there."

Sanae
I shake my head. "I don't like it. The futures given with that aren't in your favor then."

"Then what do you suggest?" I breathed impatiently.

aw, darn

g2g. night