Roleplay

Reservation post, I’ll fancy it up laterrrrrr….

@MaunaKea
@FlamesEmbrace

Heeer we go

OOC thread:
https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3079764/1

Lazionabinulate. That's his name. Prince Lazulite was what they called him, for anyone insane enough to say that monster of a name every time they addressed the pickpocketing prince would have been deemed a madman. Unfortunately, that made his father a madman. And ontop of mad, he was also oblivious to his son's whereabouts. It's not like he knew where his son was right now, because if he did there would very likely be a festival to celebrate his absence (or more likely, a small search party).

But other than shouting and huffing and scrambling and the vague thought of being confined by something similar to a blindfold, Lazulite didn't quite know where he was either. It wasn't long ago he was sitting on the palace rooftop, tearing off roof shingles out of spite. In a moment he was gone--and now being inspected(?) on what felt like a chair, but his thoughts were so fuzzy he couldn't quite tell. The rubbery gloves poking and prodding him is what gave away the thought that he had been injured somehow, and was back at a transfusion place of somesort--but if he was he wouldn't be blindfolded. A few arguments later and he was out cold once again.

However much long later he couldn't tell, but the impact with the ground woke him up just fine. The first thing noticed is that he didn't have his glasses or the blindfold, because the dim light that managed it's way through whatever room(?) he was in was fuzzy and unhelpful. He inspected the sore spots first--a little scrape that looked bruised had a tight gauze around it to keep it from overbleeding, and the bandages lining his arms had been replaced taught and firm--professional like. Other than that it seemed that whoever did this to him was careful.

Now it was time to address the situation. He froze for a second, listening and making sure no one else was in the room. There was water and some other white noises, but anything louder than a trickle would echo in the big empty space. He couldn't be sure, so he took the risk and spread out, looking for his glasses incase they had fallen off. Luckily, they did, and he was able to fix them onto his face. What he was in resembled a prison, sporting lovely metal walls, a small bed, shelves (which had nothing on them) and a chest with a few pairs of plain white and blue clothes that looked more like scrubs than anything. He decided to stick to his cape.

Lazulite sat on the bed. It was strangely quiet, not loud enough to echo around the room. It was squishy, but thin and rough, which wasn't a great combination. Lazulite, despite all odds, didn't seem too panicked, but was desperately trying to slow his shaky breathing, which did release a small echo in this cage.

((My bad, didn't realize it was so long :P they wont all be like this I swear lol

A small, very small shout escaped him when the voice got to his ears, jumping even off the bed, a decidedly very bad decision considering how that resulted in nearly falling. He stoped to study the door that had let the sound in through. Is there a speaker? Or--oh. There's a little vent. He studied it carefully, half to make sure there were no other sounds (there was not, other than figuring out that's where the water sounds came from) and half to register the words.

He bit his tongue, willing his voice not to tremble when he spoke; ``Transfer?`` The only thing he could come up with after that was, ``What?``

The suddenness of information was definitely a lot to take in. It took a few minutes for him to even register anything. And then another few minutes to do what she—the voice—asked.

He patted himself down, making sure that his first inspection was accurate. Yep, the biggest concern being a tight scrape and a few bruises. He definitely felt bruised. So, physical condition? Peachy. Alright? Debatable.

``Erm..``he started, inching towards the door. He reached towards the vent, poking it. He tried to look though, which is when he noticed his glasses were different. Big and bulky, with different lenses. He did not like these.

Oh well. Better than nothing.

``I think..`` he continued warily, ``I think I’m alright.`` Luckily, the trembling in his voice seemed to slow now that he’s getting a grasp on things. Then he realized he needed to do something else, but what he wasn’t sure. His brain is still so fuzzy..
Oh. His name.

``I’m Prince Lazionabinulate thank you very much.`` But his prissy act didn’t last long. As princely as he is, socializing was never his thing. ``B-but you can call me Lazulite.``
Immediately after saying so it was all he could do not to immediately slap himself. Great. Now his first impression was annoyingly prissy and a nervous idiot. Oh well, there was still time to make up for it.

``So—. Cells? What?`` He could only think of so many reasons he could be imprisoned, but none of which surpassed his royal immunity. ``This a prison?`` He roused on that thought, almost immediately taking the offensive. Might as well learn about the people he’s here with. ``Whaddya in for?`` He asked, jumping into a source of passive information income whilst he re-searched the room; now with a clearer head.

Urokobi yawned as she rolled onto her side, the sound of cell doors opening and closing having woken her from her slumber. Tiredly her arm moved to scratch along her exposed collarbone while her more crocodilian legs clumsily scratched at her underbelly. Opening her eyes proves to be a chore, multiple eyelids trying and failing to coordinate with each other and only making her eyes water and blur, before they finally got with the program.

Whatever new drug the scientist had come up with was really too much. Especially if it still lasted for so long afterwards and left her head feeling like mush.

Slowly she moved into a more comfortable position, minding the strange aches and pains that her form wasn't scared to inform her of. Tail thumping against the wall a little at that she focused instead on anything that could distract her. Like the voices she could hear from the door of her cell. With a hum she makes the laborious process of turning in her cell before waddling over to the grating.

"Oya-oya? What's happening?" The words tumbled from her mouth, the fact that she had just woken up obvious in the way that some of the words seemed to slur or drag on longer than they were supposed to.

``Oh,`` he said. To be completely honest, a lot of the information was going in one ear and out the other. So the only few important notes he picked up right away were 'not a prision', 'kidnapped', and 'experiments'.

So naturally, his first reaction was ``hah! Sure.`` His head spun through another series of possible outcomes: first, he could just be hallucinating something wicked at one of his transfusion hospitals; secondly, it's a big act his dad pulled to shut him up for good; or... or Ceres was right.
Absolutely not.

He could have easily made all of this up. Ceres--he's heard that name before, probably in history class somewhere. Isn't it like a moon or something?

"... he's a prince." the voice droned, audibly annoyed.

``Ay! A very good prince. Quit saying it like you've just been tossed in a gladiator pit with nothing but snapdragons,`` he grumbled, huffing out that last bit with a stronger accent.

He listened for a moment between the clicks and groans and scratching and audible frustration. Then he heard it again--water.

He looked around, and there weren't any sources of running water in his section. ``What's with the water?`` he asked, his mood falling swiftly to more of himself. He tried to get a better look out the vent, but the bulky goggle-glasses wouldn't let him, so he took them off but he ran into a similar problem.

Lazulite wanted to ask more questions, but the instinct of shutting up and listening to other people talk settled on him a little uncomfortably; it being an especially strange feeling since his father wasn't there to reinforce the rule.

"Yeah they gave me the crap stuff too. I swear I'm aching from the tips of my hair to the tip of my tail. So fair warning. The green-orange liquid is not fun." A small huff left her as she shrugged her shoulders, an action that caused a faint twinge to go down almost the entirety of her back. Which yikes.

"Really? A prince? Awww honey you are going to be in for quite a nasty little shock when everything gets rolling. Guess we better keep a close eye on you to make sure nobody makes a snack out of you eyy Ceres?" She said it as softly and as consolingly as possible, something that was quite hard to do while also making sure that it was loud enough that it could definitely carry through the vents to where she hoped the others cell was located. Poor thing was going to be in for a very bad time if they really were a prince, and it almost made her laugh under her breath. Because what was the organization thinking taking a prince?

Commoners and other riff-raff could easily be brushed under a rug or have the right person be paid off, but a prince? What a scandal.

Hopefully the little princeling would survive long enough that she could actually lay eyes on him, maybe give him a few pats on the head or a hug if they felt up for it. Just to show that she was truly apologetic that he had somehow ended up in this mess.

"Also Ceres do you know what time it is? Want to make sure I stay up long enough for the next meal and not just fall asleep or fall asleep while soaking." She questioned, head tilting slightly behind the vent despite the other more than likely not being able to see it.