Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Kori couldn't help but glance at the man as he attempted to try and do something, seeing his body begin to glow slightly. Cocking a brow, she couldn't help herself but wonder of the strange neighbor. Well, now it was obvious that he was not burned, instead he had some sort of powers... Maybe from the bright star that provided many planets with light and warmth? She shook her head as he failed at whatever he was attempting to do, knowing that all he was doing was wasting his strength away. A small light entered the cold cellar, making Kori squint slightly, the darkness already taking its toll on her eyes. Oh great, it was Jhasper, here to play with his locked up toys. Listening silently as he spoke to Khrelan, she at least got a small scoop of who he was and why they captured him, if t wasn't obvious enough. So indeed he was fire essentially, and due to it being so cold in the cellar he could not lite the glowing mixture of red, orange, and yellow flames. As Jhasper walked out of the room before adding a comment to Kori, her eyes sparked, giving off her green energy to show she was not pleased. Once I get out of here I will end you, Colonel Jhasper. Hissing at him, she heard the slam of the door, cutting off once more the little light that they had. Like a barking dog, Khrelan yapped at her, questioning how her people and herself find pleasure in this sick and twisted game of life. Rolling her eyes at his ignorance, she thought it would be best to explain a little bit to him so he would understand. Quit your bitching. She growled, stumbling to stand up so she could stretch her tired muscles before continuing. Yes, these tournaments indeed are harsh when we have to abduct species from their home planets, but that is not the point. Almost feeling guilty now as she knew how the prisoners felt - now being one of them - she pushed that feeling away, not wanting to be as soft as a marshmallow. The Luimbian Tournaments is where all species from the universe would come together on this very planet and celebrate life and death, all while granting power and a single wish to the strongest in the galaxy. Pacing the room, her shackles jingled as they banged against each other, the cold metal wanting to chill her to the bone. And yes, I am the Princess of Luimba, pleasure to be in the cellar with you. Sarcasm coated her wet muscle, her eyes gazing on the already broken man. Look, I know you are hurt and you are in pain, but this is only the beginning. So I suggest you toughen up and prepare yourself for the worst. Contorting her body around, she stretched some more before finding a place to sit, crisscrossing her legs and wresting her binned hands on her thighs. Even though the two were already on bad terms due to her sour attitude, it was pleasant to be talking to someone in the same situation as her - well, similar, not quite the same. The door opened once more, one of the Luimbian guards holding two metal plates of food, looking like mushy oatmeal with a tall glass of blue liquid, being the equivalence to Earths water. Bending down he slid the plates underneath each cell, not speaking a word or even an insult, then proceeded to walk out, not shutting the door as hard as Jhasper did. Better eat up. She insisted before reaching and scooting her metal plate closer to her, gripping at the glass of blue liquid and gulped at it speedily. She needed something wet to coat her dry throat, automatically relaxing her worn down esophagus muscles. Just be thankful you're not dead... Yet.