Willow Howst
"Thanks, but I'll pass for now." Willow said with a dismissive wave when she was offered fish. Her appetite wasn't exactly too great right now, considering what was happening to them. Prison - they were going to
prison. That would have been unthinkable if she had only remained in her home world. Of course, considering it was her, this was only inevitable. It was surprising that there were no plans being passed around but there was a point to that - they couldn't use magic. They'd be beaten up before they can even think of leaving the ship. It was a shame but Willow guessed that was just how life was.
Martin had released some foolish words, as if trying to tease Silbur. She didn't take it too well, the anger that filled her voice and the movement. Willow had half a mind to move towards Silbur so as to calm her down. It wouldn't do good for them to fight when they were in their current predicament. However, a voice cut through the tension and the anger in the princess seemed to ebb away.
She looked up to the Von Emris - or rather Noah - as he began to go off on a speech about his old position and how he was swearing himself to Silbur. It was certainly... something. She didn't understand the importance of this little exchange. They were all prisoners in shackles now no? They were stripped of their ranks, their titles and their nobility. Then again, it took her a while to understand why those things were important in the first place. She guessed this was a thing in Enia. Titles that would follow you until the grave even if they hold no meaning anymore. She played with the cup she was holding before noticing Sasha disengaging and moving to the woman who had not spoken yet.
Perhaps by instinct, Willow followed behind to hear a name, at the very least. Sasha, the friendly person she was, introduced herself to the girl. A few moments had passed before the girl seemed to have gathered her bearings and responded.
Liberya.
"That's a pretty name." The words had escaped her mouth before she could think but now that it was out, Willow grinned.
"Willow here, nice to meet you." She gave her a small wave, the clanking of the metal chains following her movement. Aepian Anarchists - Willow can't say she's been acquainted to many of those. But they were headed to Aepia to find Elodie, hopefully.
Willow was about to ask if
maybe Liberya had known someone by name of Elodie when the footsteps came back. It was different person this time, though she could still see the four armed templar from before. Willow straightened her posture before relaxing it. No need to look like she would fight. Once they were ordered out, Willow followed the order. Once they were out, she looked around. It's a surprisingly nice place if they weren't going to get carted off to prison. Too bad she didn't have time to sightsee as they were led elsewhere.
Jacques Lumoise
Jacques had been relaxing - really, he was. He had gotten word of the new prisoners and how...
interesting the current batch was. So, he was going to be accompanying them to the prison to be able to observe who they were and how they acted. He knew some of them by name - especially Princess Silbur herself. What a shame, what a shame, to have been turned in by your family for being a polymorph. Then there was Neoh Von Emris. Jacques knew his father better, having been the general of an elite force. Of course, he only knew them by reputation as he was stationed away from the group.
Of course, this also means that there are more and more capable people inside the prison now. With the amount of Templar Knights there, despite how skilled any of the prisoners may be, chance of escape was always still so low. He had often gone to talk with the prisoners during his down time for research. Most of them have come to simply accept this way of life. The prison wasn't so bad, after all, not until you were volunteered for a study. You would think that the Templar Knights would be more wary of grouping together potentially dangerous people inside a closed space even with their magic and their polymorphy kept at bay with their new technology. But nothing has happened - nothing yet.
Jacques looked down at his journal, filled with vital information that he had discovered over his years with the research team. This was his own personal journal and he had notes on some discoveries he was still unsure of - some hypothesis here, one-way discussions with himself there, names of those he had personally overseen at the very back. He still had to do his job to avoid suspicion of his wavering and completely gone loyalty. It was that or death. The latter was not an option. In any case, he was writing a few things into the journal - the language encrypted for only him to be able to read about. Of course, with enough time, the other scientists would be able to translate it.
So he was completely unprepared for someone to approach him. From behind.
"By Ydra!" Jacques exclaimed as he whipped around only to meet face to face with Elle. He ran his hand through his hair as he calmed himself.
"Greetings Elle." He said after a moment. Upon hearing that he was going to be assigned a new recruit, he hummed. Amelie Octave, wasn't that a noble's name... what was it... a Royal Guard if he wasn't mistaken.
"I'll meet with them now then." He gave her a smile.
"Welcome back to Sunderlake Elle." She was always with the Prince-General after all. He closed his journal and inserted it inside his coat.
He moved towards the docking airship, standing close to their eventual vehicle towards the prison. Indeed, this would be an interesting time.