Iris had spent what time they gave them before the meeting stubbornly lying on her bed. They brought food, and she did not eat it. They left them with clothes (apparently those rags she’d seen earlier were not actually their intended attire), but she did not change into them. It didn’t help that Aliron had done nothing to easy her fears of him, so she did not want to feel any more vulnerable with him nearby than she already did.
They were collected soon enough, and she found a seat as far from her roommate as she could once they were in a larger space, and watched as more and more of her customers were brought into the room. Of course it hadn’t just been the two of them. And then Sully was there, too, but not in the same capacity, and she listened, chin resting in her hand, to the implausible explanation that he gave them. And then the others were asking questions, and she had some of her own.
In a lull in the other’s barrage, she stood up, staring around to ensure quiet before turning to their kidnapper.
“Sully, we’ve known each other for years, and yet I still don’t believe any of this. You are the head of some secret government conspiracy to turn random people into video game characters? Some nerd has turned himself into Viktor, and now you’re scared that he’s going to capture all of us, who have also magically turned into League champions, and make us join his Glorious Revolution?” She gestured at everyone there, who, though perhaps not the most normal people she could have collected in a room had that been the goal, were certainly not a bunch of yordles, dragons, horrible Void monsters, and super-powered humans.
“Okay, a few things. Who is to blame for funding this monstrosity? How the heck is tax money going towards this? I mean, assuming we believe you. Which I don’t, because I haven’t suddenly turned into a smurf in bondage gear, like you’re saying I should have. But, assuming what you’re saying is true, are we allowed to leave? You’ve kidnapped us ‘to keep us safe,’ but what if we don’t believe you, or would just rather take our chances elsewhere?”But the Gregory (as he introduced himself) claimed to be Bard, and Iris sat down shaking her head. Fine, maybe they just had lots of crazy people, or maybe they weren't lying, but she certainly hadn't turned into Evelynn, the closest thing to a main she could claim. And that was good enough to tell her that at least she had been dragged into this mess by mistake.