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Mar 3, 2008 18:02:32 GMT -5
Post by hisdivineshadow on Mar 3, 2008 18:02:32 GMT -5
The doors creaked open, and Elias stepped into the light of day for the first time in what seemed like forever. He had to squint his eyes against the brightness of it.
"Take a moment, you'll get used to it." The guard standing at his side put a hand to Elias' shoulder to steady him. Not long ago, that simple gesture would've triggered an angry response. But over time the prisoner and his jailer had developed an understanding, even a rapport. Which is the only reason Elias waited as long as he did before he demanded to be unshackled.
"all right, Pol, can you get these things off me already?" He shoved both hands at the guard, urging him to remove the locked gloves that had been used to cover his signs. "I can breathe," he muttered, "but I still feel like I'm suffocating . . ."
The guard chuckled and moved to unlock the cuffs. "There you go. Just . . . hold off on the pyrotechnics, okay? At least until you're out of town." Even as he said it, he knew it was too late.
Elias, grinning broadly, clapped his hands, bringing his hands together and triggering a geyser of sparks that shot into the air and spread overhead. But they flickered out well before falling to the ground, and the Fire showed remarkable self-control by not repeating the trick. Glancing at Pol, he couldn't help but laugh at the look of dismay on the guard's face. "Relax, man. You're all right, but I think I've spent enough time with you. I'll be careful, I promise."
The Wind sighed. "I certainly hope so. You're lucky Lady Tesla intervened for you, or Aquilinus would've had you locked away a lot longer."
Elias' face darkened for a moment. "Feh. Rat bastard thinks he can do whatever he wants . . ." He spit in the dirt, then stamped on it, imagining it was the nobleman's face he was crushing. "But enough about that pig. I've been locked up so long I feel like I'm going to explode. I gotta get out of this town, somewhere I can cut loose." Waving a crooked, only half-mocking salute at Pol, he turned and began walking down the street, a definite spring in his step.
(( To be continued elsewhere. This thread can be locked. ))
"Take a moment, you'll get used to it." The guard standing at his side put a hand to Elias' shoulder to steady him. Not long ago, that simple gesture would've triggered an angry response. But over time the prisoner and his jailer had developed an understanding, even a rapport. Which is the only reason Elias waited as long as he did before he demanded to be unshackled.
"all right, Pol, can you get these things off me already?" He shoved both hands at the guard, urging him to remove the locked gloves that had been used to cover his signs. "I can breathe," he muttered, "but I still feel like I'm suffocating . . ."
The guard chuckled and moved to unlock the cuffs. "There you go. Just . . . hold off on the pyrotechnics, okay? At least until you're out of town." Even as he said it, he knew it was too late.
Elias, grinning broadly, clapped his hands, bringing his hands together and triggering a geyser of sparks that shot into the air and spread overhead. But they flickered out well before falling to the ground, and the Fire showed remarkable self-control by not repeating the trick. Glancing at Pol, he couldn't help but laugh at the look of dismay on the guard's face. "Relax, man. You're all right, but I think I've spent enough time with you. I'll be careful, I promise."
The Wind sighed. "I certainly hope so. You're lucky Lady Tesla intervened for you, or Aquilinus would've had you locked away a lot longer."
Elias' face darkened for a moment. "Feh. Rat bastard thinks he can do whatever he wants . . ." He spit in the dirt, then stamped on it, imagining it was the nobleman's face he was crushing. "But enough about that pig. I've been locked up so long I feel like I'm going to explode. I gotta get out of this town, somewhere I can cut loose." Waving a crooked, only half-mocking salute at Pol, he turned and began walking down the street, a definite spring in his step.
(( To be continued elsewhere. This thread can be locked. ))