[open] when you talk to me I'll hear you out

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict, anyone who isn't on the Rivain trip and/or banned from visiting the dungeons
WHAT: Bene's out of solitary and ready for friendly visitors!
WHEN: vaguely during the current plot, but kind of whenever
WHERE: the Gallows dungeon
NOTES: There will always be a Templar guard present, so murder attempts will unfortunately be thwarted.

Benedict has been once again granted the basic human dignity of being able to see and hear what's going on around him, at least as long as it's within the walls of the Gallows dungeon. It's a place built for mages, and the shackles he still wears keep his magic muted alongside the magebane that keeps him lethargic and unable to cast.
Sharp objects are out of the question, so his normally pristine lower face is stubbled in a way that would look quite ruggedly handsome on someone less haughty and miserable. And he's been wearing the same prison shift he was put in after his clothes finally became too unbearable, which is an insult in itself. Unlike Atticus, he no longer goes to the library, or outside at all, unless for a very good reason decided by someone other than himself.

He's still not a pleasant conversation partner, but Benedict is here and at the disposal of any visitors who might want to see the less cordial captive Vint.

Comments

[altusimperius]

It's all probably true, but mainly because Bene would eat anything right now, baby or not. At least... anything but gruel, which he has to eat or that Templar will come in and threaten him again.

He at least appreciates the honorific, and though he squints at Haelan, Benedict reaches forward to take the bowl. "Disgusting," he observes without emotion, "if you're no one, surely you can do better than this."

[bad_thief]

Haelan isn't great at being meek or subservient. It's okay for him to say he isn't anyone, but it's another thing entirely for anyone else to confirm it. Especially not some guy in a dirty smock eating gruel down here.

"I don't cook it, serah, I just brought it down here. You don't have to eat it." He says, cocking an eyebrow.

"I ate stuff like this when I was a kid. It isn't going to kill you. You'll just wish it will."

[altusimperius]

Inclined to raise his eyebrows incredulously when the servant talks back, Benedict curls his lip at the boy.
"Well if you're just here to moralize at me," he drawls, "I'm not that hungry." He's been warned about this before, but the only thing Benedict has left is the last shred of his pride.

[bad_thief]

"Sounds like someone has to help you with your morals, serah." Haelan replies, and reaches out to take the bowl back.

"I'm sorry you aren't hungry. Maybe they'll send you the steak down tomorrow?"

You can't force people to be nice, after all. Most rich folk aren't, you have to accept it. Anyway, that was probably nice, for a Vint. Haelan still has the right number of limbs after all.

[altusimperius]

"Hopefully they'll send someone else with it," Benedict calls loftily after him, feeling a quiet surge of adrenaline. He doesn't get to be in control much anymore, but periodically he manages to snatch some back in small ways. It makes him feel like himself again.

[bad_thief]

Haelan snorts, but he's learnt his lesson. No talking with the prisoners. Even chained up, they're going to kick you in the ego.

But at least, Haelan thinks, he gets to go outside once he's finished down here.