The movement attracted Ianto's attention before Cho's voice did, and he was hovering over her only seconds after she spoke. "Miss Takahashi," he greeted, voice casual and smooth, as if this were a chance meeting in the aisle at Tesco. "Water?" He knelt down and held out a wineskin. "Drink as much as you like. We seem to have a rather inexhaustible supply."
They'd been there since Saturday, all lined up in a row, more pets for him to play with, and unlike Jemaine they actually had needed his care. The demon had had a dislocated shoulder that he'd popped back into place, but the rest of them had been more or less unmarked, and their pulses had been steady. No more deaths to add to his collection, not yet, but they'd still needed food and water, which were well within his capacity to provide. It had given him something to do, made him feel useful, and a small, selfish part of him was not entirely unhappy that they were here.
"Huh?" Cho hadn't even realized how thirsty she was until it was offered to her. The water helped calm down her headache. "How long have I--" No, that was wrong. Cho could see everyone else spread out around her. "We been here?" Get inside the bubble, check. She would have preferred it if things had gone a bit smoother, but this was better than complete and total fail.
"This is the fifth day." They were down so deep that the change in light levels was barely perceptible, but Ianto was an observant man, and he liked having something to keep track of, a cycle to be part of that Elimyr had no influence over. "It should be Wednesday by now, if I've counted correctly from the date of the last journal entry." Which he had. "Congratulations on remaining in the mortal realm, by the way. It's certainly more than I expected." And he was glad for it, more so than he could say, though neither his expression nor his tone indicated this.
"I told you I'd come get you..." Cho looked around the bubble slowly, taking stock of what she found around her. She... wasn't overly optimistic. That didn't mean she was giving up. "This is just step one. Step two is getting out again. I'd hoped they would happen a little closer together, but... this is good, too."
Cho felt the knot at the back of her neck, and then reached into the base of her braid and pulled out the little bottle of ink. Laying on that for five days. Yeah... that would do it. "Here." She held it out to Ianto. "No more blood, all right?"
Ianto accepted the ink, oddly touched. She'd carried that all the way here, like she really believed that periodically jamming a quill into his thigh compared in some way to being trapped in a bubble for the rest of his life. It was sweet and innocent and almost enough to make him not want to berate her... almost. A smile did at least flicker across his face first. "So your plan was to be captured." He glanced around the bubble, at Jemaine sleeping and everyone else comatose, at the impenetrable walls that contained them. "You genuinely thought you were more capable of escaping a prison than I am? That's... faintly hilarious, actually."
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They'd been there since Saturday, all lined up in a row, more pets for him to play with, and unlike Jemaine they actually had needed his care. The demon had had a dislocated shoulder that he'd popped back into place, but the rest of them had been more or less unmarked, and their pulses had been steady. No more deaths to add to his collection, not yet, but they'd still needed food and water, which were well within his capacity to provide. It had given him something to do, made him feel useful, and a small, selfish part of him was not entirely unhappy that they were here.
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Cho felt the knot at the back of her neck, and then reached into the base of her braid and pulled out the little bottle of ink. Laying on that for five days. Yeah... that would do it. "Here." She held it out to Ianto. "No more blood, all right?"
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