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[posterboywraith]

Day: 14
Characters: Face, Belphegor
Summary: Face plays tour guide, because he's good with crazy people or bored or something.
When: Night, after their conversation
Where: Around the asylum, starting by Belphegor's cell.
Status: closed; incomplete

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[razor_smiles]

The blonde had waited for not too long when he had heard the knock on the door. He quickly opened it with a toothy smile, his lips curled up in a way that sort of made him look as if he actually belonged here. In all honestly, he probably should be in an asylum.

Bel snickered quietly open seeing the other, and tilted his head a little, his eyes completely obscured from view as always. "Congratulations, you are the first peasant here who was able to see the prince. Don't you feel honored? Because you should."

He let out another laugh and pushed the door open further, smoothly slinking out of the tiny room and standing as tall as he possibly could. Which wasn't really all that tall, as much as he hated to admit. It's sort of hard to be intimidating when you're a scrawny kid who wears a tiara.

[posterboywraith]

Alright, so he had not expected the tiara. And, for the record, he approved completely. He raised a slightly curious eyebrow but otherwise did not comment. It was no weirder than Janson and his Ewok thing back home.

"Oh, lucky me. Please allow me a moment to compose myself." He replied, somehow managing to keep a straight face. "Basking in majesty is very overwhelming after all."

Shaking himself dramatically the scarred pilot added, "Right, so, tour. Are we starting with the cell? Because I would have hoped you'd already viewed it on your own. It's not very exciting."

[razor_smiles]

"A common reaction," he easily lied. Most people never believed him when be boasted about himself, and he had an inkling that Face didn't particularly care about his royal bloodline. He should, though. Everyone should care.

Bel glanced back into his cell, leaned forward slightly as he looked. "That's very true. It's cold too, but I doubt they'll go out of their way to make it nicer." He shrugged, a small sigh punctuating the end of his sentence. Being here was troublesome, especially considering that he can't even remember how he had gotten here to begin with. Boss certainly won't be happy with him when he gets back. Hopefully it won't end in the man killing him for being missing. Belphegor would like to live to at least twenty, please.

He closed the door to the cell with his foot, and shifted his attention back to Face. "Lead the way, Face-peasant. The prince is sure that you can make this little journey interesting. Or I'd have to cut off your feet."

[posterboywraith]

Face eyed him thoughtfully for a moment, still keeping things casual. He was getting a lot of weird vibes off this kid, which was always fun. Oh granted he had not expected sane and charming royalty but it was still fun to try and pick things up from body language. He had to do something with his time after all.

He laughed at the peasant thing, genuinely amused and kind of thrilled by it. "Would you feel better knowing I'm a captain in the military? I think those are allowed to pal around with royalty, provided the grovel at regular intervals." He started down the hallway as he spoke because the patient cells were pretty self-explanatory. The tour did not really start until they got out of the corridor.

[razor_smiles]

"You're a captian? How neat, how neat!" Bel held up two fingers towards Face, wiggling them slightly in exitement. "I met another captain, but he doesn't seem to like me, though. He was rude too."

He trailed after the other man, and carefully regarded the surroundings of this particular hall. It was dim and not very clean looking, which didn't surprise Belphegor. He reached out with a giggle and ran his hand along the stone wall, while he listened to the echoes of their footsteps.

"There doesn't seem to be like much life here. Is it like this all around? The prince is going to be so dreadfully booored."

[posterboywraith]

"He is an odd fellow, isn't he?" Face replied cheerfully, because there weren't that many captains around; of course he knew who they were talking about here. "I'm much more exciting. Also more charming and handsome and all around wonderful."

They had reached the end of the corridor and it branched off in two directions. "It's not normally this quiet, but we've have an exciting few nights. Now do you want to go the short way or the long way? Either direction is eventually going to end with a dead end and some mysteries. We have showers and recreation areas over there," He nodded to their left, "And staff rooms and a court yard over there." This time to the right. "And other things, too. I'm just sort of hitting the highlights."

[razor_smiles]

Belphegor nodded, letting down his hand with a laugh. "I suppose. Buuuut I think that the prince is better than you in all aspects!" He giggled again and let his hand drop from the wall. Maybe he'd let Face live for a while. He's entertaining, at least.

"Exciting nights? Mn, I would give the whole kidnapping and holding people in a strange asylum a four on a scale of one to ten of exciting. I do hope it gets better." He paused to listen to the directions, and looked down each side. Bel looked up at Face and gave him another smile before sauntering down the left corridor, clearly expecting him to follow.

"I'd rather not look at showers, so we can skip that bit. What types of recreation are there?" Hopefully some type of gym, Belphegor can't have himself getting out of shape if he'd be trapped here.

[posterboywraith]

Face shrugged amiably, clearly not offended in the least by the slight. It took a lot to irritate him, and crazy was rarely the direction to go in to make that happen. And even when things did bother him he was spectacular about lying about it. "Well my tiara's much grander but I simply haven't found the time to get it polished in this place."

He quirked an eyebrow as he started down the left corridor. "You must live a very exciting life if this only rates a 4. Am I allowed to ask about it? Where you're from, that sort of thing?"

He pulled a face at the mention of the showers. "Oh, you'll be seeing those in all their unhygienic glory come morning, never fear. Recreation is mostly tables, chairs, things you are apparently supposed to find relaxing. They do have a pool but that's the closes thing to physical recreation."

[razor_smiles]

"Peasants shouldn't allowed to have crowns," he said pointedly, with added emphasis on 'crowns'. "It's terribly disrespectful."

He put up his hand again to run it along the wall. It helped to remember things sometimes, and learning the layout of a place like this as soon as possible is always best. With a slight tilt of his head to show that he had been listening, Belphegor made an amused noise. "I can't guarantee honest answers, nor do I guarantee that I will answer all of your questions, but you're free to ask anyways. I'm from Italy and I'm well acquainted with murder. Oh, let's play twenty questions! Why is your name so weird?"

And then he paused, completely tuning out nearly everything Face had said to him about the showers and recreational things to do.

"--Just a pool? I don't want to get fat." Oh god, he sounded mortified at this.

[posterboywraith]

"We are allowed to be sarcastic though, so it all works out." Face replied blandly, with a matching innocent expression.

"Never heard of Italy but I'm getting use to that here. Everyone seems to pick the most random and remote planets to be from. Which does explain why you've never heard of me; really that's just tragic." And lets also file the murder tidbit away for now because it struck him as the sort of topic one didn't pursue with the slightly unhinged. "I got the nickname for my stunning good looks, obviously." Everyone here seemed to assume it was the scar, but that had come later. "My real name's Garik Loran, but I starred in a lot of holodramas when I was younger and I've been The Face ever since. I did a very good job decorating posters to adorn the walls of pre-teen girls the galaxy over."

As for the body image thing, well that was weird. He wondered if it tied in with the comment from earlier about not wanting to get beaten up. "Well they practically never feed us so I think you're going to be fine."