I'M NOT CRAZY [open]

[Loki Leiffson]

A heavy sigh broke through the silence, slicing it like a knife to soft butter. The office was empty, save for the warden, his dearly confusing Espurr, and the fire type Pokemon that was really only there to act as a heater. The days had been dull and boring, though the warden had been on edge. Why? Because there was an escaped convict running around, and he couldn't leave the Arceus-forsaken prison! I get aggravated every time you mention that damned deity. Now is not the time, beast. Loki let out a groan, leaning back in his chair. One arm lifted up, only to drape across his eyes. If he didn't have a prison to run, he would be out there right now, trying to figure out where the prisoner ran off to. He would have sent out a report to the Diamond Kingdom's adviser to get the situation under control, but the other officers were already looking at him strangely. There was enough evidence to say that the prisoner was dead, yet there wasn't enough evidence to say that he was still alive. His only evidence was the voice in his head, and nobody in their right mind would believe that.

Loki let his arm slowly slip off his face. He leaned forwards, rubbing his eyes before he opened them. What he saw were two owlish eyes staring into his very soul from his desk, causing him to jump back in surprise. His chair clattered to the ground, causing him to cringe as his sensitive ears were assaulted. He stood there for a moment, muscles tightened, before he slowly relaxed. "You've gotta stop doin' that, Solomon!" The Espurr in question merely blinked, staring for a moment longer before turning around. He trotted forwards, hopping off the desk. Solomon headed towards the fire type that Loki had resorted to actually calling 'Heater' since he never knew the Pokemon's name. What did the cat do? Pester the hell out of Heater, that's what, and it ended with Solomon running around the room with flames on his backside.

Loki snorted, shaking his head. "You deserve it." The warden bent down, picking up his chair and setting it into its proper place. He grabbed the scattered papers on his desk--reports about the escaped convict, Justice--and straightened them up into a pile. He placed them down, dropping a smooth rock on top to make sure that the papers didn't fly off while Solomon ran around trying to put out the fire. "The moment that boy is found, he's going straight to the games." Loki yawned, stretching his hands high above his head.

[Palkia]

A man walked into the room. He didn't knock, and acted as though he didn't need to. He was dressed in a uniform not unlike the prison guards, but all white, with pink details. His hair, also white, reflected the firelight strangely, splitting the reflection into the separate colors, giving his hair a rainbow sort of sheen. He carried in his hand a walking cane, with a large object on the pommel. If Loki had ever been to a coastal town, or been in a jewelers store, he might have recognized it as a massive pearl.

The man looked down at the burning pokemon, one eyebrow raised, and stepped around the unfortunate one, over to the desk where he promptly picked up the papers discussing the escapee Loki had just set down. The man looked at them as though he were frustrated with what he saw, but neither said anything or otherwise acknowledged the presence of the warden.

[Loki Leiffson]

The door opened and closed, something the warden was not expecting to happen at all. His head snapped up, emerald eyes focusing on the form that walked in without a word. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he studied the man before him, taking in everything from his hair to his attire. Who was he to just walk into his office, uninvited at that? Certainly somebody with a death wish. He was neither guard nor prisoner, so who was he? The only way to answer that is to ask, but he was too caught up in watching the man. Checkin' him out, kid? Hell naw. Kehkeh! He is quite the looker though, no? I believe I've seen this guy before. Oh? Dunno where, though. You had one job...

The blond frowned, taking a step towards the stranger. He crossed his arms over his chest, folding them. He continued to study the man, not saying a word as the unknown person picked up the reports. He seemed to have the same look on his face that Loki had worn for the past couple of days. At least somebody else understood what he was going through. The warden cleared his throat, trying to get the man's attention. He would have said something had it not been for his dear little pet climbing onto his chair and then onto his desk. The Espurr waddled forwards, staring up at the stranger with wide saucer eyes. The psychic type spread out its small arms, gaping its mouth open while letting out some strange hissing sound that sounded more like a gasp of air. Ugh, why did he bother with this thing, again? Shaking his head, he focused back on the stranger before him.

"Excuse, sir... But, who are ya?" And why the hell are ya in my office? Calm, kid. Says the one who likes to destroy towns. Hehe. He tried to lessen his glare, to make himself look more... Hospitable, if anything, but it was hard when some strange man was looking at your reports. He didn't know what to do or how to react. Besides, he was quite sure his cat summed up his true feelings with that weird gasping hiss.

ooc: i'm assuming it's still safe to post. /shifty eyes.

[Palkia]

The man flipped through the pages, leafing through them with focused attention, but far too quickly for a normal person to be reading them. Reaching the end, the man set the notes down, and turned to the Espurr now staring up at him, wide eyed. His gaze was one of mild distaste.

"Is that really all you can think to say? tsk." The man looked at the cross warden, his eyes still those of distaste. "Who am I? I'm the one who is really in charge here. And I'm very much disappointed in the way you handle your prisoners. What you do in your 'games' is your business, but how hard is it to keep one prisoner inside his cell?" The man pointed with his cane, accusingly. "And don't think I don't hear you in there, Rabbit. You, of all present, should know to fear me..."

[Loki Leiffson]

His hands found themselves resting at his hips as he watched the stranger with a wary gaze. Of course that was he could think to say! Well, it was all he would voice. "I'm sorry for wantin' to know who I'm speakin' with, sir." Sarcasm laced his voice, though something within him, and it definitely wasn't the beast, told him it was a bad move. The feeling only worsened as the man continued speaking. The one truly in charge? Wasn't that the queen, or did something happen outside that he was unaware about? His gaze narrowed as distrust brimmed within him. He was startled, however, when the man addressed the beast within him. Only he knew about the curse, so how did this man hear what he was saying?

Oh, yeah! Now I remember Mister High-and-Mighty! Kid, you're in the presence of one of those so-called "gods" your people worship. He could have scoffed at that. He didn't worship anything, though that was probably because he was walking around with a demon inside of him. It was hard to "praise gods" when you were basically a walking sin. "Sir, that prisoner's escape under my watch is truly a shameful thing. Since then, I have upped security and made sure everyone knew their place; however, that one prisoner has a death wish for leavin' this place." He could hear the beast cackle from within. Yer powerless to go an' catch 'im, kid! I have already sent out a letter to the kingdom's authorities. They probably just laughed at it. I would've too. Absolutely no help at all.

Focusing once more on the 'man' before him, Loki let out a heavy sigh. "If I could point fingers, I would just blame the guards. This is my fault, however, and I will take full responsibility for it." That's mighty big of ya, kid. Oh, shut up. I might as well admit it right now rather than continue brooding over it for the next couple of weeks. If only we could put tracers on all the prisoners...

[Palkia]

The man frowned, pointing with one finger at the Espurr. "I wasn't talking to you then. I was talking to him." When Loki called him Sir, his mood visibly improved, however, although his severity did not diminish. Yes, it is your fault, and you should be the one punished for it. I'm tempted to deal out said punishment myself...but that is what subordinates are for. I shall make sure your immediate superiors are informed of your failings, and assign a proper punishment. That is not what I'm here about. I wish to know more about the prisoner in question. Who was he, as a person? Oh, I know he was Her Majesty's brother, and there's a rather large list of reasons why he was assigned here, but what I want to know is what he DID once he got here." The god paused, waiting for a response, his face not unlike that of a military sergeant looking down at a greenhorn.

[Ginger]

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