[ So, Knoll does know that he and L'arachel should probably speak after ... all of that he wished could've been avoided because it's probably a good idea they just confer in general. It probably also isn't a good idea just to sulk and despair even if that's something he wants to do. So, he will gently rap his fist against her room door.
He'll take a breath, steeling himself for whatever madness may come. ]
...L'arachel?
Edited (Because I actually like my suffering ) 2017-05-28 17:45 (UTC)
[ It was... definitely a day. He was really tired, and he didn't want to really do much, but at the same time, he knew he wished to talk to L'arachel about...something.
And also just sort of talk to her in general but that was besides the point.
surprisingly, the L'Arachel centered madness is minimal; she emerges from her room looking somber, if anything at all. It's a weird expression on her.]
[It takes an extra few moments for an answer to come, but the door does open and there stands L'Arachel, all proud and puffed out as one would expect of her, like the events of the past couple of days just. didn't happen.]
Knoll, what a pleasant surprise! Was there something you needed of me, or did you simply wish to see my lovely visage?
[for god's sake l'arachel you're a candidate to kill a man tomorrow]
... I thought it may be a good idea to speak, in light of what happened...
[ That it is--but Knoll could not blame her for it, considering the circumstances. He'd actually would have been surprised if she had managed to remain...well. Like before. ]
Yes, I thought there might be a few things worth discussing...
[ Pause. ]
Er...
[ He just belatedly noticed the second half of that inquiry but he'll just let his general social awkwardness fade into the background (or try to have it do so.) ]
[Frowning, L'Arachel steps outside the room, closing the door behind her.]
Then let us speak. [And she goes striding down the hall, dignified as ever as she does.] This is the sort of conversation best had over tea, I must say, so let us have some prepared for us.
[L'Arachel is in a constant state of making those faceless servants earn their goddamn pay, tbh.]
Of course. For all their trouble, they prepare the brew finely enough.
[She'll bring them to the lounge, demanding two cups of something unreasonably fancy-sounding of the first faceless man she finds and sitting down at a small table, motioning for Knoll to sit across from her.]
I must say, the situation would be simply unbearable without the modicum of service offered to us.
As your ally and leader [who decided this] I will not lie to you, Knoll. Without any tomes, we have been put in quite the predicament. With their preferred weapons, Prince Ephraim or Princess Eirika would make swift work of our host and his agents [she isn't pausing at all as one of said agents comes by to give them their tea] but even so...
[She pauses, stirring a spoon in her tea.]
This whole city reeks of a malevolent energy. You can feel it, too, I'm sure. More than I think Craftly and the servants are capable of emanating. I think to best him would not be the end of things.
[ Their situation is so bad they're talking about a scenario of their enemy facing an end right in front of their faces...
He almost thinks to question when she says 'as your leader' in addition to 'as your ally', but he decides it's fine...probably. ]
It is hard not to feel it. The Demon King would likely have thrived in this type of a place.
...Craftly is only a facilitator of sorts, and he has mentioned that there was someone above him. This must be an individual -- or being -- who would not possess much more authority than he has, but undoubtedly unfathomable power at their fingertips. We would need to find a way to best this individual and perhaps many more.
With tomes in our hands, I've no doubt we could drive those dark forces from this place with ease. [She waves her hand, a little dismissively.] We have fathomed the unfathomable before and just as well brought it to its knees. If we were unhindered, whatever dark force lies on the other side of all this would be dust against us.
[She hums, and there's the slightest of smiles forming on her face.]
We know these powers well, do we not? You and I best of, perhaps, almost anyone from our army. [The summoner and the slayer—what a pair.] To know them is the first step to guard ourselves and the others against them.
[ Knoll doesn't think that they'll be able to do the same as last time, but...he may have been vastly discouraged due to their disadvantage. ]
Yes, it is as you say...we would have finished them rather quickly.
[ And speaking of Summoning, he does wish he could summon a familiar right about now. ]
Even if we do know how to guard ourselves and others against the dark powers, it may be rather difficult to protect ourselves against those others, should they wish to turn their fight to us instead.
[ Knoll is somehow even more tired from the duration of last trial than last. Still, he hauls his noodlely self over to L'arachel's room by which may be a ritual this time because his timing is usually around the same time, so to speak.
Then we must do all in our power to reach their hearts before the darkness does.
[She waves her hand again, then stirs her tea and takes a sip. She speaks again after setting the cup back on the saucer.]
It may not be that we can all work together as comrades in this. Even some of our fellow captives have admitted to being more similar to the monsters keeping us here than the humans they appear to be. Regardless, rallying together will allow us to wield the greatest power we could ever use against the darkness.
Please. I would never allow a man to perform so delicate a routine upon me.
[that's the only objection here. she is going to demand that one of the faceless men make them some tea, though.]
How strange a thing to find fortune in. [There's no judgement or denial in her tone, though; it's just an observation.] It is fortunate that our criminal is to be brought to the closest justice this place will allow.
[She takes and sips her tea, almost casually—inasmuch as anything she does is casual.]
All there is left to decide is by whose hands it will be.
[L'Arachel answers the door pretty much immediately, like she expects this by now, steps out and shuts the door behind her.]
Good evening, Knoll. [If she's at all annoyed or bothered by the trial or its results, it hardly shows; there's the usual dignified energy in her face and her stance, but compared to her usual theatrics, there's a definite curtness in her tone.] Are you faring well?
[ Knoll hasn't touched his tea as of yet--though L'arachel's actions compel him to do so at the moment. ]
Though... I suppose we will not know for certain unless we at least try. Yet, I cannot help but see so much darkness when I look forward to our future, and so little light. Our chances seem even slimmer than when we faced The Demon King himself.
[ ... L'arachel, please. Still, he releases a soft sigh. ]
If you asked me, personally, I wouldn't find too much fortune in it. I have a hard time doing so, when our situation is cruel enough.
[ He asks the faceless men for some crackers. He doesn't actually care for crackers, he's just feeling slightly irritated at their predicament and is sort of taking a leaf out of L'arachel's book. ]
...I suppose in the end, we will see who is chosen. However, I hope that it is neither of us, since that fellow had stepped forward.
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