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Characters: The Handmaid and YOU
Setting: Fourth floor!
Format: Action
Summary: The Handmaid is not taking very well to being trapped.
Warnings: None?

[When she first wakes up, for a split second, she thinks she's done something wrong and this is English's way of punishing her. Paralyzing her is certainly his style, but taking away her clothes and belongings is not. So she's wary. When she finds the trunk with all of her belongings carefully stowed away, even more alarm bells go off, and when she can't use her majyyks to turn back time to a point before she was here, she is enraged.

So she explores the castle, stalking the halls with a surly look on her face and her wands clutched tightly in her hands. The first floor she finds with an opening to the outside world somehow neutralizes her flying abilities, and by the time she makes it to the fourth floor with its glass walls, she is seething. It's bringing back memories of her time in Doc Scratch's care, and her first instinct is to shatter the windows with her majyyks.

Of course, that doesn't work.]

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[Sup roomie. Fran chooses the most excellent of times to return to the dorm - that is, right when the Handmaid is preparing to leave.

_{Having a troll for a roomie? Oho, day maid made.]}

[Oh. This one isn't a troll. A human? No, not quite. The Handmaid squints at her.]

Who are you?

Fran Madaraki, at your service. And how about you, hm~?

[Fran's inhuman qualities are only exaggerated when she's in motion - for instance, talking, or moving a bit aside of the doorway as she is.]

[The Handmaid notes this, and while she doesn't show it outwardly, she's slightly on the defensive.]

Call me whatever you want. Where is this?

Eheheh. As you say, miss~. You're in the tower. This would be one of the two dormitory floors.

~~[Your invisible apprehension is delicious, Handmaid.]~~

[Uggghh irritation mounting.]

What does that mean?

[Fran sees your irritation and raises you a dull look. As fascinating as the similarities between troll and human body language are, getting grumpy looks for answering questions isn't among the things she likes.]

It means what it sounds like. You're in a tower. It doesn't have a more proper name, as far as I'm aware.

[She lets out an irritated breath, crossing her arms.]

You are being intentionally vague. Why am I here? How do I leave?

[Unfortunately, the Handmaid has no respect for Alternian authority, but this one is a little different. One of the trolls from her lessons. They were friends before the Scratch, apparently. It's only a brief pause, though, before she goes back to blasting at the window.]

Having difficulties, are you.

My apologies. [That didn't sound very sincere.] If you would turn your attention back towards the bed you woke up on, there are several documents that would answer your first question.

[She lowers her wand, glancing at Redglare over her shoulder.]

No.

[NOW GET LOST.]

Appearances must be truly deceiving on this floor, then.

[SIIIGH. She finally turns to face Redglare.]

There's no exit.

[ She runs across one (x1) not-human-looking-thing. To be precise, a very androgynous Hylian. Said Hylian is aware of magic when they see it, and is wary.

Of course, as the Handmaid is also trapped here, Link wants to help if she can, so she'll keep her shield out, but not draw her blade. If any stray magic bounces her way, she can simply deflect it with her mirror shield.

For now, she'll watch, silent. ]

[The Handmaid rolls her eyes and turns back to the bed. Just as Fran said, there's a slip of paper on it. As her eyes scan the page, her brows knit together, and when she's done she drops the note in disgust.]

This is ridiculous.

[This one also isn't human, and again, The Handmaid ignores her. After the fourth blast of majyyk is deflected, she lets out an annoyed sound and plants her hands on her hips.]

[As the Handmaid is busy reading, Fran plonks down on the side of her own bed and watches her.

Man, Fran, can you stare a bit more creepily? I think there's a few more iotas of unease you can inject into this.]

I won't argue that. But it is what's happening.

[Luckily, the Handmaid is pretty impossible to freak out.]

How do I leave?

[Fran chuckles.]

That's the big question, isn't it. Unfortunately, that's also the one no one's got an answer to.

Wonderful.

[If it's possible for her to be more irritated, she certainly is.]

[ Link supposes she ought to offer some advice, and is careful not to be in the way of any blasts of whatever sorcery this woman is using. ]

Magic will not work, unfortunately. Neither will enchantments, they have all been attempted. Until a way out is obtained, we are trapped here.

Edited 2011-11-29 07:15 (UTC)

So it would seem. It's useless to direct your energy at this particular barrier, I think.

[She catches that smug look, and it doesn't sit well with her. She rolls her eyes.]

Obviously.

[But it's making her feel a bit better.]

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