Thread: Fate That Binds (Black Hand & darkangel76)

It was a full three hours later before John found himself in the detention block, meeting with the pretty young thief who had somehow found her way on to one of the best guarded places in all of Korea, despite not being competent enough to even cross a courtyard sucsesfully. And it was a full two hours after she had woken up from her induced nap. In that time he had gone with his usual morning ruitine. He had finished his jog, and returned to his quarters, where he dug into a fresh grape fruit all the way from British Palestine, and then went about his morning messages. It was only once he had free time again in the early afternoon, around eleven o'clock, that he walked down to the cell block, flanked on both sides by a pair of guards. Unlike how he had been dressed in the morning, John was now dressed to meet his noble title and position, wearing a full red coat with various golden patterns stitched into the fabric. He even underneath it was a someone dignified undershirt, with a bit of frill at the collar. He had even brought his hickory cane with the golden round top on it, just to complete the look. When strolling through the palace ground it payed to peacock, as he was constantly surrounded by the kind of people who would judge him on his appearance, and demeanor. If not his appearance that is. John scanned around the large detention block as he walked in, the metal room staffed by many of the empire's finest soldiers. It was here that they kept the various terrorists and revolutionary's who tried to stir up trouble in restricting plain steel rooms. It was an irony that Amaya was being kept here while being charged as a thief, because had they known her real reason for coming then they would have put her here for a slightly longer stay. But as he eased his way down the corridor to her cell, John only knew that she had tried to break in. The reasons why and how were what he had hopped to discover. When he reached the cell that had been left for her, he motioned to his two guards to stay outside. He didn't quite know why, but he wanted a private conversation with her. He only had ever seen a picture of her once. One that his father had left lying around in one of his old souvenir cases. It wasn't even of her, so much as she happened to be in the background. Standing over the man who had raised him, with a beaming smile on her young face. He hadn't even ever gotten a chance to see the picture again after that. The case where he had found it had been thrown out the next day. Almost as if his father had just been waiting for him to find that picture one time. So he could throw it out immediately afterwords. When he stepped into the cell, his eyes wandered the room for a moment before finding girl, still dressed in the skirt and corset, but now with a face with several easily visible bruises. The captain seemed to have really done a number on this girl. He felt a small pang of sympathy run through his spine before, he straightened out again. This was a thief and an enemy of the empire. He was simply here to get the information he required from her. there was no time for sympathy for ants such as her. It was far beneath his stature as a lord. Ah, if it isn't the little thief who somehow managed to get through our security? Charmed. He said in pitch perfect English walking toward her with a leering grin on his face. He hadn't expected her to understand, but what did it matter to him. The line was for his benefit, not hers. He must look quite strange to her, he thought, dressed in the full regalia of the regential government, yet looking perfectly like one of the residents of the subcontinent. John gracefully slid over to the other bench, folding into a dignified sitting position, with perfect posture. In his mind, he silently cursed and swore to himself that he had to praise the designer. It amazed him to no end how good the royal engineers were at making life uncomfortable for enemies of state. John kept his perfect posture though. There was no way he would ever let someone see it if he was uncomfortable. A loud slap ran through the study room. You will do it right this time, or I will strike you until you are blue. And I will continue to do so until you get it right. His teacher shouted at the teenage John. In the years since learning about the mans hate for him, he had grown to respect him quite a bit less. A response that was only met with a pick up in the pace of the man's anger and dislike towards him. The teacher put the books back on his head, and then proceeded to take a step back to wait. His fist balled into a tight fist in preparation for the next strike, when John inevitably slipped up. The young lad manged to hold it in place for a few minutes, but slowly the books slid down until they fell to the ground. The moment the thud of them striking the granite floor went out, the teacher was already in motion, come towards John with fists raised.... John switched over to Korean seamlessly for his next sentence. He had never actually learned the language of his ancestors when he was younger, his father wanting to discourage the connection as much as possible. But when he had decided to defy his father and seek a post in his homeland, he had been sure to pick it up quickly. He was a natural, but not perfect, hints of his British accent still slipping into his Korean speech, ever reminding him of the fact that he wasn't quite as eastern as he appeared either. So then, you were an interesting little creature to find down there. And quite the temper too. He chuckled lightly, in an exaggerated manor, trying to get a rise out of her. Interesting too. It takes alot of guts to try to steal from the palace....If that is what you were doing that is. You do realize that the minimum penalty is a punishment of a lifetime in slavery. And you may or may not know this, but should we find you guilty of anything more then that, you will be killed for sure. Hell, even if you aren't properly guilty we will just be done with you. He stood up again, so that he could look downwards to her. It was a treat being taller then some people over here. At home he was below average height at 5'8. But over here he was actually above average, a fact that seemed to delight the often times petty lord to no end. He leaned in closer to her, one hand reaching out towards her chin. And if you were remorseful you would tell me how exactly it is you got on to the ship. His teeth gritted slightly, and his tone darkened. We don't want to confuse you for someone in the put to death line, do we? There you go, tried to give you plenty of options as to how you want to go about your response .