[center][h1][color=f49ac2]Princess Lys[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] This was probably one of the more… undignified predicaments that Princess Lys found herself in. Locked in a cage suited for a modest sized animal; Trapped in the old Lord’s basement waiting for him to do who knows what to her. Her mom always did say that men weren’t to be trusted. Given the chance they would take advantage of her, use her even. Perhaps even in ways that were… best not thought about. Odd warning to come from one’s own mother. Particularly the last bit. As a child, she never thought much of it. But as an adult… Those were the types of comments that made one cringe and tell their parents off, just like any proper adult should. Aaaaaaaaaaaand Lys was an adult… if only just barely. Lys sighed as she reclined on her side from within the cage, head resting atop her hand. It was an uncomfortable position to say the least, particularly with the cold metal surface she rested atop of, but hoped the relaxed posture would add a sense of unease to her captors. As of right now she had two guards watching over her. The first guard, who she named Doofus, had a bloodied lip and a swelling eye, curtsy of her left and right hook. The man almost seemed to snarl at her every time he paid her a glance. Each time, she made sure to return his disdain with a smug smile which further pissed him off. Once it even earned her a kick at her cage and a bit of spit, which of course she mimicked as one does. It would be fair to say the gesture did not improve relations. The other guard made her more uneasy. That one had yet to spare her a single glance. Instead, the man seemed to stare blankly at the wall in front of him. In his hand, he fidgeted with a strange silvery utensil. As he flicked it, it would almost seem to undulate and shift. One moment it would look almost like an oversized two-pronged fork, then a spoon with a long stem and a generous bowl, and the next moment an elongated table knife with jagged teeth. The tool’s sheen wasn't much better. One second it would shine against the light, another it would reflect the light. Other times it would glow, and there were even times where it would just turn dull. The constant changing made her head spin and her stomach turn. Something wasn’t right about that thing. Was it a fork, a spoon, or a knife? At one time she had tried to fixate on the idea of it being all three, but oddly her brain refused to accept the notion. The idea seemed almost foreign. It had to be one thing or the other! Fidget. That was the name she had coined for him. Lys sighed, contemplating her situation. Princess El’lysael, the should-be heir to the throne of the Nation of Sight -assuming one ignored her little brother and the likes of male inheritance- was now nothing more than a prisoner. Wings clipped and magic nullified. It was a thought that irritated her to no end. This whole time, how could she have been so foolish?! She had spent her life preparing to be a diplomat! She should have seen the signs! And her training? Her ‘dancing lessons’ as her mom liked to put it. All of that had amounted to nothing. -Doofus cursed as he place a new pack of ice on his eye.- Weeeeeeeeeeeell… almost nothing. [color=f49ac2]“So,-”[/color] Lys started, [color=f49ac2]“-What’s the plan here?”[/color] Doofus stared daggers at Lys, while Fidget continued with his… well… fidgeting. Typically [color=f49ac2]“Hey! You! Fidget!”[/color] Lys yelled with a whistle. [color=f49ac2]“I’m talking to you!”[/color] Doofus frowned. “Fidget?” He repeated. Fidget stopped his fidgeting, and finally he spared her a glance. [color=f49ac2]“Finally.”[/color] Lys said. [color=f49ac2]“You know, Doofus, I’ld thought he’d never stop.”[/color] “Doofus? DOOFUS?!” The man repeated, standing up. His face turning red. Fidget held up his hand. His face void of emotions. Reluctantly Doofus relaxed. With a flick of Fidget’s wrist, the tool settled into its knife form. Uh-oh… Fidget rose from his seat, knife at his side. It was a knife right? It had to be a knife! “So high and mighty. All you Normies are the same.” Fidget said in a voice barely above a whisper. Lys felt her breath catch at the word ‘Normies’. This man, he wasn’t just a man. He was a Crazed. And... if he was Crazed... then the prison... “You’re lucky, you know?” Fidget continued. “We’re supposed to keep you alive for now… however…” Fidget stabbed the wall with the knife and cut through it like butter… Or… had he cut through it??? Lys's head spun. Had he sliced through the wall, or had that crevice always lurked unnoticed? Fidget cocked his head and gave her a faint smile. “An ear, a finger, a tongue, perhaps even an entire hand. People don’t need those to live, do they Sid?” Sid -Doofus- smirked. “No.” He said. “I don’t think they do.” Lys held her tongue. She didn’t think this was an idle threat. Seemingly satisfied, Fidget returned to his seat. The fidgeting continued. As did the staring at the wall.