Jannistory19
The Eager Rper
"What is with you?" The young man next to Janine suddenly asked in a hushed voice.
She lifted her head and turned slightly to him. She looked at him and struggled to remember his name. It started with a T, but she couldn't pinpoint the name just yet.
"What do you mean by that?" Janine asked back.
"I mean why are you so worked up about Sir Raban? I know we were assigned partners, but you're acting as if you don't want him to be cleared of his name." He reasoned.
Janine narrowed her eyes at the accusation. She fumbled at what to say, but her default reaction towards the others was aggression.
"I'm not! I want him to be off the damn step and out of the cage! I want that damn Hunter out of Amastad. Things were fine before he got here," Janine retorted.
Her fellow knight scoffed slightly. "That may be true, but you're not helping him get there. All that shouting is going to get you and us in trouble, so stop acting like an infant."
Janine gasped at the response. Did they not care about him the way she did? Or were they just eager to see if Greaves was right or wrong?
Was she really acting like a child, speaking out of turn and arguing with her superior? Leaving emotion at the door and coming inside with professionalism? Act like a true Knight? She supposed most would think yes. Janine couldn't tell at the moment; she sat with a slew of emotions whirling inside her, and none of them positive in the slightest. She strained to keep the tears within her eyes while the Knights ushered Raban into the silver-riddled cage. If it was anything like the chair, then Raban would only have about ten minutes before he was forced to shift. Whether he could control himself after that she didn't know. She just… had to have faith in Raban to be able to control himself, but even then some things were just out of our control.
No, she shouldn't think like that. Raban had control. But did Greaves have the control? Would he just bide time and bank on Raban succumbing to his inner wolf? She listened as the Hunter started lecturing about wolfsbane.
Or would he hasten the torture and coat Raban with the deadly wolfsbane?
She felt that Greaves would love to just make a monster out of Raban, forcing the actual wolf out of him with the mixture.
A grimace spread across her face when Sir Kiegal jumped into the conversation.
"Now what effects does this mixture have on werewolves? Is this the same mixture as the one you gave us the last time?" He asked stoically.
She sighed softly as the man kept talking. Back to square one, only they might get to square two sooner than they had hoped. Just like before, the young woman's eyes were transfixed on Raban's frame, as he stood trapped in that cage like an animal. It was so demeaning, seeing a man like Raban locked as such. If it was just a normal jail cell she wouldn't have thought too much about it, but Greaves probably wanted to make it as humiliating as possible.
She tilted her head when Raban began to take his chainmail armor off, the sounds rattling and clunking in his cage. What was Raban going to do? Was he just accepting the inevitable and waiting for his body to change? She silently cheered for him to hang on, like last time.
'Just wait, Raban. Don't give up so quickly. You can do it.'
She lifted her head and turned slightly to him. She looked at him and struggled to remember his name. It started with a T, but she couldn't pinpoint the name just yet.
"What do you mean by that?" Janine asked back.
"I mean why are you so worked up about Sir Raban? I know we were assigned partners, but you're acting as if you don't want him to be cleared of his name." He reasoned.
Janine narrowed her eyes at the accusation. She fumbled at what to say, but her default reaction towards the others was aggression.
"I'm not! I want him to be off the damn step and out of the cage! I want that damn Hunter out of Amastad. Things were fine before he got here," Janine retorted.
Her fellow knight scoffed slightly. "That may be true, but you're not helping him get there. All that shouting is going to get you and us in trouble, so stop acting like an infant."
Janine gasped at the response. Did they not care about him the way she did? Or were they just eager to see if Greaves was right or wrong?
Was she really acting like a child, speaking out of turn and arguing with her superior? Leaving emotion at the door and coming inside with professionalism? Act like a true Knight? She supposed most would think yes. Janine couldn't tell at the moment; she sat with a slew of emotions whirling inside her, and none of them positive in the slightest. She strained to keep the tears within her eyes while the Knights ushered Raban into the silver-riddled cage. If it was anything like the chair, then Raban would only have about ten minutes before he was forced to shift. Whether he could control himself after that she didn't know. She just… had to have faith in Raban to be able to control himself, but even then some things were just out of our control.
No, she shouldn't think like that. Raban had control. But did Greaves have the control? Would he just bide time and bank on Raban succumbing to his inner wolf? She listened as the Hunter started lecturing about wolfsbane.
Or would he hasten the torture and coat Raban with the deadly wolfsbane?
She felt that Greaves would love to just make a monster out of Raban, forcing the actual wolf out of him with the mixture.
A grimace spread across her face when Sir Kiegal jumped into the conversation.
"Now what effects does this mixture have on werewolves? Is this the same mixture as the one you gave us the last time?" He asked stoically.
She sighed softly as the man kept talking. Back to square one, only they might get to square two sooner than they had hoped. Just like before, the young woman's eyes were transfixed on Raban's frame, as he stood trapped in that cage like an animal. It was so demeaning, seeing a man like Raban locked as such. If it was just a normal jail cell she wouldn't have thought too much about it, but Greaves probably wanted to make it as humiliating as possible.
She tilted her head when Raban began to take his chainmail armor off, the sounds rattling and clunking in his cage. What was Raban going to do? Was he just accepting the inevitable and waiting for his body to change? She silently cheered for him to hang on, like last time.
'Just wait, Raban. Don't give up so quickly. You can do it.'