[closed] haven't got a mind left to speak

[altusimperius]

WHO: Bastien, Benedict, Byerly, Edgard, Lazar, Octavius
WHAT: rescue rangers
WHEN: toward the end of Envy Demon Extravaganza
WHERE: some shitty abandoned tower off in bumfuck Crossroads land
NOTES: keep things to just one thread please!

There’s very little sign of life when the rescue team arrives, but upon listening closely, the faint sound of shuddering breath can be heard coming from the tower’s dungeon. One of the cells is vacant, as expected; the other contains two very thin, dirty, dark-haired and raggedly-dressed individuals, clinging to one another for warmth and, perhaps, comfort. If they’re conscious, it’s only barely.
The door of their cell is bizarrely malformed, bowed outward as if struck by a great force, pieces of it half-melted, telltale indicators of a mage’s unsuccessful escape attempts. Pieces of Benedict’s boot uppers are missing, shredded roughly from their source.

Comments

[extortionate]

Snap, crackle, pop.

Well, hiss, screech, pop - and the lock's wrenched loose. A moment's clanging to drag it loose, toss it clattering to the cobbles aside. Lazar steps free of the door, shaking scorch from the silk he's shown no intention of returning.

Alright. Everyone can cry now, or whatever.

[muckspout]

Edgard narrows his eyes. He folds his arms and turns to Benedict.

"Y' know him?" He says meaning Octavius. "He's alright?"

He makes no move to leave. Yet.

[altusimperius]

Benedict nods against Edgard's shoulder. Everyone shut up, he's trying to sleep.