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Sunderlake Isle
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All Omen wanted to do was eat in peace. When Sasha introduced his as 'the grump' he grunted and glanced down at the girl. He was used too her quips, so it didn't bother him. He moved along when Willow pointed out an open spot with a study stone-table with several seats circling it. Following through, Omen sat with his meal and began too eat. When the rather loud footsteps belonging too Addrick approached the table, Omen looked up to the man and disregarded him. He had killed big men before, and if this horned giant meant to cause trouble he'd kill him too.
When Addrick mentioned something about a system, Sasha spoke up before he did. He sipped on some water, glancing from Sasha over to Addrick before sighing. Sasha made enemies just as quick as she made friends. Regardless, Omen wouldn't have played into whatever system this guy offered. Still, Omen remained quiet as he let Sasha do most of the talking. A second man sat beside Addrick, who then preceded to call him Obrin.
"Omen." He corrected, glaring at the man before setting aside his now empty bowl. It wasn't the mispronouncing of his name that annoyed him, but that the man had the nerve too underestimate Sansha while he didn't look like much of a fighter either.
Looking to Addrick, Omen finally spoke up. "Ain't no peasants here. No nobility either. You forfeited any claim to whatever throne you had a chance at getting when you were imprisoned. We're all prisoners now." He glanced over to Sibur too, not forgetting her noble status. The noble folks might not have liked it, but that was the truth in Omen's mind. Sure some might've been treated a bit better, but in the end they all were still caged like animals.
"Besides, I don't like nobles. Systems either."
Omen finished off his cup of water and sat back in his chair, waiting too see how the horned man responded.
Amélie OctaveWhen Addrick mentioned something about a system, Sasha spoke up before he did. He sipped on some water, glancing from Sasha over to Addrick before sighing. Sasha made enemies just as quick as she made friends. Regardless, Omen wouldn't have played into whatever system this guy offered. Still, Omen remained quiet as he let Sasha do most of the talking. A second man sat beside Addrick, who then preceded to call him Obrin.
"Omen." He corrected, glaring at the man before setting aside his now empty bowl. It wasn't the mispronouncing of his name that annoyed him, but that the man had the nerve too underestimate Sansha while he didn't look like much of a fighter either.
Looking to Addrick, Omen finally spoke up. "Ain't no peasants here. No nobility either. You forfeited any claim to whatever throne you had a chance at getting when you were imprisoned. We're all prisoners now." He glanced over to Sibur too, not forgetting her noble status. The noble folks might not have liked it, but that was the truth in Omen's mind. Sure some might've been treated a bit better, but in the end they all were still caged like animals.
"Besides, I don't like nobles. Systems either."
Omen finished off his cup of water and sat back in his chair, waiting too see how the horned man responded.
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As Amelie watched the prisoners be released into the courtyard, she made sure too avoid being near the cart Silbur was held up in. She tapped her foot impatiently with her arms crossed, bored of the mundane work as she thought about things. "Miss Octave?" She straightened up and turned too the man, half expecting the man too shout an order at her. "No need to be so stiff. My name is Jacques Lumoise and I'll be taking you around the prison." He extended his hand for her too shake, and she exhaled with a relaxed smile, shaking the mans hand. "Please call me Amélie, Monsieur Lumoise." A soft french accent was hinted in her voice as she spoke, already preferring this mans company too the Templar's that had been on the ship. "Thank you, but I have no ill intentions, Prince General Thibault has already warned me of that." She went inside the prison, allowing Jacques too walk beside her. He began showing her around the prison, but it wasn't long when a prisoner moved in front of her. Managing too stop right before she bumped into the woman. Amelie frowned some, slightly startled, but her expression softened some. "No harm done." Looking over the prisoner, she took note of the collar around her neck. That meant so was a polymorph. "Just watch your step in the future." She added before glancing over to Jacques. "Are all prisoners this formal?"