Tav considers Lazar's proposal, but there's just one hitch that he needs to address.
"I need an escort to leave my cell," Tav replies quietly, gesturing with his head toward the two piratey looking men standing in the corner. "I doubt my friends would allow me to leave the Gallows without permission of the captain. I can talk to the birds, possibly get them to land closer-- I haven't tried to use my ability here-- but I can't go too far without someone watching me."
It's miserable and he hates it, but he's still trying to cope with it.
There's a famous portrait in Rialto - he's seen copies - the Maiden Calculating. A blonde woman sits in classical three-quarters, arranged against a neutral slate of grey. Her eyes seem almost to move with the viewer, in sympathy, or perhaps confusion. Its reproduction alongside mathematical formulae came into vogue for a period of time.
He thinks of her now, that anonymous sitter. Wonders if she'd look half so lost.
"I'm locked in and under guard any time I'm in my room," Tav clarifies. "It might as well be a cell."
He's wondering if he'll eventually be executed or if they're all waiting for him to finish the garden before unleashing that upon him. Regardless, he feels deeply unsafe either in or out of his cell and the only way he thinks he'll sense that safety again is to get outside, into nature.
Lazar says, still running the numbers on whether Riftwatch has taken up a sudden interest in criminal justice. There are some completely baseless accusations that he needs to take care of, if so -
(There's coin under the loose floorboard, a change of clothes, some letters. He could be gone in under an hour.)
"You a mage?"
Sounds like an awful polite imprisonment. Gotta be a mage thing, they never stop fussing for that shite.
"Walk around. Breathe some air. Talk to your birds, or whatnot." He chugs the last of his cup, scrapes up to his feet. "Don't need to leave nowhere for that. Seagulls shitting all over this place - griffons're probably worse."
Lazar doesn't know. He's not putting an arm anywhere near those beaky fucks.
"Griffons?" Tav raises an eyebrow. "You've griffons here?"
Though the point is made: if Tav wants, he can make the best out of this incarceration. Or perhaps, really, he should stop complaining in general when there's so much else going on.
"Hell, kid. Look out your window." Lazar stretches a heavy arm, squints to the door. It's shift soon. "Dunno how Williams ever keeps 'em in the eyrie."
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Date: 2024-03-21 11:55 pm (UTC)"I need an escort to leave my cell," Tav replies quietly, gesturing with his head toward the two piratey looking men standing in the corner. "I doubt my friends would allow me to leave the Gallows without permission of the captain. I can talk to the birds, possibly get them to land closer-- I haven't tried to use my ability here-- but I can't go too far without someone watching me."
It's miserable and he hates it, but he's still trying to cope with it.
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Date: 2024-03-25 07:17 am (UTC)There's a famous portrait in Rialto - he's seen copies - the Maiden Calculating. A blonde woman sits in classical three-quarters, arranged against a neutral slate of grey. Her eyes seem almost to move with the viewer, in sympathy, or perhaps confusion. Its reproduction alongside mathematical formulae came into vogue for a period of time.
He thinks of her now, that anonymous sitter. Wonders if she'd look half so lost.
"Your cell,"
Lazar prompts. What the fuck, dude.
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Date: 2024-03-25 01:33 pm (UTC)He's wondering if he'll eventually be executed or if they're all waiting for him to finish the garden before unleashing that upon him. Regardless, he feels deeply unsafe either in or out of his cell and the only way he thinks he'll sense that safety again is to get outside, into nature.
But his guards won't allow that any time soon.
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Date: 2024-03-26 05:39 am (UTC)Lazar says, still running the numbers on whether Riftwatch has taken up a sudden interest in criminal justice. There are some completely baseless accusations that he needs to take care of, if so -
(There's coin under the loose floorboard, a change of clothes, some letters. He could be gone in under an hour.)
"You a mage?"
Sounds like an awful polite imprisonment. Gotta be a mage thing, they never stop fussing for that shite.
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Date: 2024-03-27 08:25 pm (UTC)The captain has advised him against blabbing about his condition so many times so Tav finally keeps his lips shut for once.
“I’m not sure when the punishment will end, regardless,” Tav shakes his head. “I could be locked in forever.”
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Date: 2024-03-29 04:31 am (UTC)"Well," He decides after a moment. "That's not gonna work for the bird."
No shit.
"You tell 'em you wanna touch grass?"
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Date: 2024-03-29 10:50 am (UTC)Wait.
“Touch grass?” he asks, furrowing hus brow.
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Date: 2024-03-29 11:34 pm (UTC)Lazar doesn't know. He's not putting an arm anywhere near those beaky fucks.
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Date: 2024-03-29 11:51 pm (UTC)Though the point is made: if Tav wants, he can make the best out of this incarceration. Or perhaps, really, he should stop complaining in general when there's so much else going on.
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Date: 2024-04-01 07:12 am (UTC)But they fly plenty.
"Well, I gotta piss. Thanks for the roll."
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Date: 2024-04-01 03:53 pm (UTC)