Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190914222403/@comment-26892768-20190916111900

Well, thankfully for Akechi, that prisoner is about to be dealt with. Holly's just been waiting for the right moment, and as far as she can tell, she won't be seen if she does this quick.

Scythana growls in frustration as she looks at her chains to find there's barely a scratch. "What are these things made of-"

And then she feels a light tap on her shoulder. Not thinking, she instinctively turns around, face curled up into a snarl, only to see Holly, unshielded, making sure to look right into her eyes.

 " S i t d o w n . "  Holly orders, her voice gaining a beautiful, hypnotic quality to it - one of a fairy's most powerful tools, the mesmer.

Sycthana's face turns from a snarl to a rather neutral expression, her tense muscles going slack as she nods, stepping away from the building and sitting down.

Holly quickly does some pointing to direct Scythana, and in a moment has her sitting a bit more precisely. At the angle she's at, the woman's size should keep Holly from sight from people looking in the alley and the people in the apartment building as long as she's careful.

 " T h e r e w e  g o  -  n o w  w e ' r e  o n  m o r e  e v e n  f o o t i n g . "  Holly nods in approval. Now to get to the important questions.  " W h o a r e  y o u ? " 

"Scythana." The prisoner replies, leaning back a bit. "Means 'one horn,' or somethin'. Never bothered to check."

Holly's fairly certain "Scythana" doesn't mean anything in any language she knows - which should be all of them, but quite frankly she wouldn't be surprised at this point if there was a language the gift of tongues didn't apply to - but she presses on.  " S c y t h a n a . N o w,  i f  y o u  d o n ' t  m i n d  m e  a s k i n g ,  S c y t h a n a  -   w h a t  a r e  y o u ? " 

"Don't have a name for it." Scythana replies without hesitation.

Holly was not expecting an answer like that, and Scythana notices her surprise.

"Don't have a name for it," Scythana answers the unasked question, her neutral expression shifting to a frustrated one as she goes on. "People never made one, because people like me ain't supposed to exist, apparently. Human on my dad's side, but my mom was Gigan. Wasn't supposed to be a thing, even before the Great War. So, no name. Heard 'hellspawn' tossed around a few times, though."

Holly winces. She has no idea what a Gigan is, but the concept of Mud Men being irrationally prejudiced against others is far from new. She almost feels bad for Scythana...almost. Her earlier behavior and the fact that she was in prison until she broke out a few minutes ago isn't doing her any favors.