[center][h2]Pandora's Companion[/h2]

[I] Ludelle and Damien

Wind Wild[/i]

Day 1, Morning[/center]

Ludelle's head slowly rose as her ears caught the first change in the buzzing silence that had become her world. Unbelieving at first, too cautious to latch onto fake hopes, she listened to the footsteps as they slowly grew in volume, drawing images in her mind. She didn't dare move least they were coming for her, but at the first sound of voices her awareness awoke like an inflamed and feverish organ, suddenly pushed to trying harder than. It was a pleasant stimulation in a timeless world. 

Listening to the voices, she quickly realised what was going on: she was getting a companion. One she immediately took a liking to when he demonstrated his insubordinate nature. “Another one.” She thought almost happily. His words were confusing – what did he mean the ring is keeping him alive? - but the voice behind them, a slight growl, the unsaid “fuck you” pulled at her lips and her heart strings. Of corse, he was quickly punished for his insolence but surely he'd foreseen that and still didn't give a shit. And judging by the sounds, he wasn't going down easy either. 

The woman tilted her head down so nobody would see her smirk even if they shone a light in the cell. Ah, if only they tried to taze her. Electricity had no power over her, it was a one-sided relationship with her always on top and if they had given her any spark whatsoever... oh, the things she could do. She wasn't a murderer so she would probably stop herself before she incinerated anyone, but right now giving some of her pain back to her torturers was a magical fantasy. 

Whatever, that wasn't happening. Everyone in this prison was aware of her magic and was strictly instructed not to give her any opportunities, even despite her alchemical alterations. Putting the violent desires to the back of her mind, she crawled slightly towards the bars, curious to catch a glimpse of the prisoner. If anything, her dark attire made her almost invisible in this darkness unless a light hit the reflective lines on her skin. She managed to see the inmate briefly before he was overpowered by the guards and disappeared into the cell. The guards mentioned something about a hacker that made her hair stand on end but then they vanished as quickly as they'd come. 

Ludelle stared into the neighbouring cell even as all light retreated, leaving the place in the same utter darkness as before. It was intimidating, but it was also giving her courage. With one hand on the bars, bitter that she couldn't sense the man's electromagnetic field as she used to, she wondered if she wanted to engage him in conversation. The hype of getting another soul she could talk to was dripping away, slowly replaced with doubt and dread. It seemed almost too easy, too convenient. A rebel like herself, placed in exactly the cell next to her? A little show to gain her trust and then a quick retreat, letting her spill all the confessions the court needed to hang her? Was it all a ploy, a play, staged by the Stygian Blade to expose her? It wasn't beyond them, she knew. Would placing hope in that man be foolish? Or would it be foolish not to accept a gift from the heavens, a chance at freedom?

She was cautious and over-thinking everything. She knew that but couldn't help it, she had to be to survive. Still, caution wasn't always the best way ahead. Sometimes it only stopped you from proceeding. 

“Hey.” She called softly in the darkness. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?”