Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-38248322-20190122210402/@comment-38255726-20190123021330

(would this be considered something more of a fanfic type thing?)

Arrested for Treason. I worked as a scout for lack of better wording, and I was pretty good at it. I'd find hidden Mamono, call the hunters and watch the whole ordeal play out. My beliefs stood strong with the order's ideals. My father was a high ranking Officer and my mother was a heavy believer, so in return, I was raised to mostly believe what they'd go on and on about. Alas even with their aberrant ongoings of elitism and the selflessness of being an outstanding, charitable, overbearing samaritan, I ended up with a soft spot for a young holstaur^ girl and her small family. That soft spot that got me hiding them in my parents Barnhouse. That soft spot that got me caught red-handed trying to lead them to a safer place. That soft spot that left sitting me here.

The processing room was torrid and dewy, sweat trickled down my face on every other moment I got to breathe. On the other side of the room stood a thick glass wall that displayed the Mamono side of the room albeit near opaque because of a fog that drenched it. I need to take a shower now. I was dressed in a tank top and a pair of bright white breathable sweats, both of which were drenched in sweat. It was about time I began my sentence.

The cell wasn't much better. A little draft was able to come in through a barred window making it just the tiniest bit less miserable. My cot was made of a mix of wood and metal, stiff and covered with a worn sheet, pillow, and duvet. Above that was a cot just like it although in less disrepair. A small hole on the wall let a peek of the adjacent cell and its attendees, but as it was blocked by a drawer it was practically useless. I suppose I'll just lay my head down, they have yet to set me with a cellmate so maybe I'll have time to get a little shut eye before I have to keep my eyes wide and my mind sharp.

"Wakey Wakey~" Sounded a quiet voice.

A voice just loud enough to do what it was intending to do. Sudden shivers had finally brought me to the land of the living, and atop me layed an Akaname^ - tongue long and ready to feed. The sudden jolt of adrenaline kicked her off me, knocking her to the floor with a thump.

"Yoawwwie!", "y-you brute!"  the filth licker groaned, rubbing her butt.

This is not good... the cells are mixed!

to be continued... dun dun dun

tbh if I was really there I'd just try and pull some Shawshank redemption type stuff but with powerful dispel magic from the prison mob. I'd even become pals with the MGE equivalent of Morgan Freeman. Me and MGE Freeman. This was fun haha.