Thread: Cat and Mouse Games [sevenpercentsolution and Seraph]

Cat and Mouse Games The weeks after saving the world had this empty feeling to them, as if something hadnt finished quite right for everyone. Yet everything had ended very well, all things considered. They had managed to subdue and capture Nuada, granted it was only have Nuala had put their lives in jeopardy by stabbing herself. An inch higher and the royal twins would have died it was because of that bravery to put her own life on the line that she had been offered a place in the BPRD. The only downside to this arrangement in the eyes of some was that her brother still lived, given that it meant Nuala lived, Abe was all right with that. The blue amphibian man walked towards the secured facility where Nuada was housed. It was another floor down from where most of the activity within the BPRD occurred, a place that rather existed in its own sort of time. That wasnt to say it operated on a different sense of time, the hours and minutes seemed to be longer down there because of the lack of things to do. While normal guard shifts would have been anyway from six to eight hours, when guarding Nuada, the agents were switched out every two to three. The other reason for that was that the Prince tended to be offensive to many of the human agents. Truth be told, Abe was vaguely interested in Nuada. Not in the way he was for his sister, but scientifically. He wanted to know what caused Nuada to desire to destroy humanity to protect his people whereas his sister had chosen a different path. He could have written it off as the twins being two-sides of a coin lightdark, goodevil, or destructioncreation. But that didnt sit right, it would be like labeling Red just as a demon. It left no room for understanding, which was something they all craved in some form or another. He knew that Red wanted to be everyones hero and to be able to live among humans with acceptance. Liz wanted to be normal. Most of all, Abe understood that they all wanted a place to belong. And that had it. In a sense they were a family, and NualaHe found himself clumsy around her, and easily confused. He liked her, and Red had pitied him slightly because it could have only ended badly, but now? He blinked twice and nodded to the agents, Im here to talk with him. Not to relieve us, one asked plaintively. The second guard opened the clear door and motioned that Abe should hurry through, Yell if you need any help. Hes been pleasant today. The room that Nuada had been placed in had nothing he could shape into a weapon, but did have a bathroom that was sealed off from the rest of the room for privacy. It was rather Spartan a bad, a bookcase with poetry Nuala insisted on that, and a desk. It was confusing that a desk be in there since Nuada wasnt, at the moment, allowed pens or pencils since they could be turned into weapons. More baffling was the fact that a neat stack of paper sat in the center of it. The room had enough room that one could move about comfortably and exercise freely if they wished, but it was still a cell. Good afternoon, Nuada, Abe said, calmly, as if the last time he hadnt seen the Prince his sister had just stabbed herself.