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[i]Ting Ting[/i]

[i]Ting Ting[/i]

One of the prisoners seemed to have an odd way of eating.  It was the strange one.  The one in the mask.  The one who never showed his face when he was out of his cell.  He was quiet, upright, never showing his hand as he stood at the bars of his cell, quietly observing.  The guards never gave them a moments rest.  He could never reach out.

[i]Ting Ting[/i]

He took a sip of his gruel, his mask hoisted up ever so slightly so he could get the spoon underneath.  On the way down, he tapped the side of his bowl twice with his spoon, making a soft little town.  It would be subtle at first, it would be something overlooked, but more noticeable the more he'd done it. 

[i]Ting Ting[/i]

He turned his mask, his beak to his left, to his right slightly, then to the guards, whom were not giving them their due attention.  It was a different day, and he had observed.  He knew some of them among them were stronger than he.  He knew some of them had the physique of warriors, or the oddities of people from strange places.  He had marveled at the woman of the air.  He had reviled at the undead luminal.  But they were all prisoners.

All allies.  [i]Ting Ting[/i]  He tipped his beak left, beak right, the lenses of his eyes quietly observing for whom else noticed that they had a moments chance.  It would require a surprise, a bit of cooperation, but he couldnt risk speaking out his plan.  He just needed everyone aware.  He needed everyone to realize that this was a moment to obtain their freedom.  A chance to fight back.

[i]Ting Ting[/i]

If he was right, they would seize the moment.  And Pox, could provide it.