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Post by Jules on Dec 31, 2008 20:20:08 GMT -5
Again.
Willingly making herself a criminal once had been enough (for someone else, that is). She had not expected to have to do it again. And this time she wasn't even rescuing anyone she liked. Even though Jack hadn't come after her, he hadn't been completely stupid. She couldn't poof into the Rissa anymore. The best she could manage was a few feet away from the main door, which she didn't do since it would've looked suspicious. Instead, she poofed them across the street behind a large, murderous looking bush.
Camilla crouched, dressed plainly for once in her life, feeling incredibly anxious "Jasper, I'm no good at breaking into prisons. I don't know what to do. You could us in, but then the guards. I think you should wish for success in the next hour, And it'll just kind of...work out."
Hopefully.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 31, 2008 21:01:57 GMT -5
He broke out of his study of the entrance to give her a quick, semi-amused glance. "Right. And with success and luck, how can we fail?"
The prison was tricky, despite how easily they had broke free last time. There were a few guards about to sound the alarm, but the main power came from the structure itself, as well as the 'Seven Deadly Sins', always lurking about. And the prison keep, though not much of a threat by himself, had the authority to unleash the Rissa's potential if it came to that. The doors, in fact, didn't even use a key.
He sighed. "I wish for success," he said, though without much enthusiasm.
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Post by Jules on Dec 31, 2008 21:06:06 GMT -5
Camilla almost kicked his shin. "Be a little more specific. I don't control everything. Something that ambiguous could fulfull itself in numerous ways. You could end up monopolizing half of Chimera's carriage market in twenty three years."
Although to be fair, she probably should've told him. "Wish for it in rescuing your friends in the next half hour." That way they could be in and out and she could berate them for getting caught yet again and then... Well, that's were her vision of the future stopped. Camilla was pretty sure she'd be heading back to her apartment alone, however.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 31, 2008 21:14:03 GMT -5
Jasper's lips twitched, but he fought off the impending smile. "Sorry. I wish for current success in our endeavor to rescue Diaspro and James... in the next half hour."
His eyes narrowed as he looked at the door again. "We'll have to answer a riddle, by the way, to get in."
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Post by Jules on Dec 31, 2008 21:19:49 GMT -5
She waved her wand and there was glitter, but afterwards a dismal amount of nothing. Camilla sighed, for the first time doubting herself. It was such an intangible wish, it was hard to know if it'd worked until the half hour was up. "Well, let's get going."
She would have to distract Danny, since she was pretty sure he'd know about Jasper. He would be less likely to cause a fuss at the sight of her then at the sight of her companion. Hopefully his luck and her success would see them through this.
"And I great at riddles." Not really. Actually, she didn't think she'd ever been posed a riddle in her life.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 31, 2008 21:30:33 GMT -5
"Wait," he said, grabbing her shoulder. He hesitated, knowing she wouldn't like what he was about to say. "I would prefer... if you stayed here."
Grimace. He could have worded that better.
"You're not immune this time around, and you're not obligated because it's not me you're rescuing. I'd just... feel better, if I didn't have to worry about you."
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Post by Jules on Dec 31, 2008 21:36:50 GMT -5
Camilla stared at him for a looong moment. "Excuse me?" She did not appreciate being treated like she was useless. "And what about me? I'm supposed to wait here chewing my nails, not knowing if you're okay or not? I don't think so. I'm supposed to take care of you."
She put a hand over the one he had on her shoulder, squeezed it, then pushed it off. "Besides, there's no way we can't rescue them. I don't think your wish will work if we just stand here for the next half hour. Come on."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 31, 2008 21:39:59 GMT -5
He blew out a sigh. Well, it was worth a try. He hadn't expected it to go much differently.
They approached the door, and the big brass knocker, with the medieval devil-looking head. He flourished an inviting hand to Camilla.
"Well, riddle-master. You're up."
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Post by Jules on Dec 31, 2008 21:43:52 GMT -5
She shot him a Look and took the heavy knocker in hand, slamming it hard against the door. A slot slid open and two eyes appeared. "Thirty two white horses on a red hill. Stomping, chomping, standing still." And then the slot closed. Camilla blinked.
"That's...not even a question." She complained, looking to Jasper helplessly. She could feel her wish swell now, making her feel like the answer was on the tip of her tongue, but of course it wouldn't do it for her.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 3, 2009 1:52:09 GMT -5
His jaw shifted. Riddles weren't his forte either.
"Er... teeth, maybe?" he suggested, with a dismayed look at the closed-off knocker. How many chances did they get? And was there some type of punishment if they got it wrong?
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Post by Jules on Jan 3, 2009 1:58:37 GMT -5
Camilla mulled it over, and thought it made sense. "Then the red hill would be the tongue." She turned to knock again, prepared with their hopeful answer, but the door was being swung open just as she raised her hand.
And there stood Danny, scrawny, helpless looking Danny, and for a moment Camilla felt really guilty. She slid into the room and turned so that Danny would have to put his back to the door to face her, hopefully giving Jasper room to slip in unnoticed. "Hello Danny. How're you?" She was unsure of how much he knew, but hopefully her being here didn't seem to suspicious. "I was wondering if I could just visit my friends." She sighed and looked down, attempting at melancholy. "I think it must be kind of lonely being in prison."
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 4, 2009 23:29:23 GMT -5
"Camilla?" Danny blinked in surprise, and then blinked some more, gaining his bearings as she zipped inside and he turned to face her again.
On the ceiling, the statues of Pride and Gluttony shook their heads distastefully, shooting scornful looks at the top of Camilla's head.
Danny raised an eyebrow. "I suppose," he said, rather darkly. He was never lonely and he was always in the prison. "What friends do you have that have.... committed crimes recently?"
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Jasper used Camilla's decoy to slip in behind Danny and creep into the shadows of the nearby hallway. Greed and Lust watched him go and after exchanging playful looks, followed after him, seeping through the stone.
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Post by Jules on Jan 4, 2009 23:43:14 GMT -5
Camilla realized right there she couldn't ask to see James and Diaspro, since they'd be being rescued. Hopefully. Her mind raced. Who else did she know in prison?
"You know Cherry Clarke, right?" Somehow she doubted someone forgot Cherry Clarke. "She's sick as a dog and asked me to visit her boyfriend for her. Just so he could see a friendly face." Camilla was pleased with her fast thinking, keeping her gaze focused on Danny lest she let her eyes slip and search for Jasper, like they were itching to do.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 5, 2009 0:07:49 GMT -5
Cherry Clarke. Danny couldn't quite repress the shudder that slipped through.
He stared at Camilla as if seeing her for the first time. "You're friends with Cherry and her... boyfriend?"
//I smell a rat.//
/It always smells like that,/ Danny reminded Hat.
"He's a high profile prisoner," Hat said, a bit coldly, "only close relations are allowed visiting rights."
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Post by Jules on Jan 5, 2009 0:11:59 GMT -5
Her back stiffened and she raised her chin, peering at Hat, then Danny. "I'm his Fairy Godmother." She supposed it didn't really matter if Danny didn't let her see Brolly, as long as she was keeping him distracted. "Just for a little while? I have nothing to give him. I'm just supposed to relay news."
Although Camilla would prefer if she found a way to get to Jasper and help him out. She could feel him slinking somewhere within the Prison, nearby but out of sight and it was bothering her.
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