(what a strange place. if there is one thing about the knave that is....unique, to put it lightly, it was that she doesn't sleep long. so, waking up in the middle of a strange contraption while having no idea on the when and how of arriving is not quite on her list of things she likes. her confusion (and oh is that large) continues after noticing another thing, her manner of dress. the knave was given a sheer white robe and pants. thin, thin enough that one could see the black and gray tones along her arms and legs. a clawed hand reaches to take hold of her seat before turning her attention now towards the other woman.
is that....wine? a thin white brow raises, now this is a strange woman she has as a "guest".
the knave gets up from the other seat slowly, the robe does little to cover the cursed markings along her arms and down her chest, beneath the curve of her breasts, too. she'll avoid questions on it, for now. what arlecchino does know is one thing, she has no idea where this even is while someone is deciding to start drinking in their current predicament.) Wouldn't wine now be a terrible idea, madam? You don't know if they could have altered it, our captors, that is. (that's what she would do by necessity. not with anything lethal or dangerous, but something meant to keep compliance in the right way.
now, what would compliance in the right way be for someone with an air as oppressive as this woman's? that is a case by case basis, one which she would not elaborate on. anyway, her attention is more on curiously looking around the stretch limo. what is this? this looked far too luxurious to come close to the aquabus of fontaine; her vague recollection of those reminds her that they are by no means this advanced, either. she almost is tempted to try seeing if there's a working door somewhere....if she can find that on her own. but it's best not to be in a hurry.
they've got time, she muses more to herself, though arlecchino would prefer to not be seen out of her element. after a little more searching, she manages to find a ponytail that she reaches to tie that lengthy hair of hers back into a low hanging one. much better.)
arrival belatedly
is that....wine? a thin white brow raises, now this is a strange woman she has as a "guest".
the knave gets up from the other seat slowly, the robe does little to cover the cursed markings along her arms and down her chest, beneath the curve of her breasts, too. she'll avoid questions on it, for now. what arlecchino does know is one thing, she has no idea where this even is while someone is deciding to start drinking in their current predicament.) Wouldn't wine now be a terrible idea, madam? You don't know if they could have altered it, our captors, that is. (that's what she would do by necessity. not with anything lethal or dangerous, but something meant to keep compliance in the right way.
now, what would compliance in the right way be for someone with an air as oppressive as this woman's? that is a case by case basis, one which she would not elaborate on. anyway, her attention is more on curiously looking around the stretch limo. what is this? this looked far too luxurious to come close to the aquabus of fontaine; her vague recollection of those reminds her that they are by no means this advanced, either. she almost is tempted to try seeing if there's a working door somewhere....if she can find that on her own. but it's best not to be in a hurry.
they've got time, she muses more to herself, though arlecchino would prefer to not be seen out of her element. after a little more searching, she manages to find a ponytail that she reaches to tie that lengthy hair of hers back into a low hanging one. much better.)