[ Hijikata would be entirely justified to chew him out. It'd still be better than what he normally gets for his stupidity, Rom punching his head! Though he's aware he messed up, and it might become another obstacle later down the road, they will just have to roll with it. He's so caught up in his mistake that he belatedly notices that Hijikata's face changed. That chameleon potion is pretty effective. He wonders how long it will last, but probably when it starts to wear off they should be wrapping things up. Hopefully!
They manage to infiltrate the banyan tree, and Crow notes there doesn't seem to be much security. Up until they get to the checkpoint. Crow allows Hijikata to do the talking, but he almost wonders if the fae lady behind the desk is on to them. Yet, ultimately she buys it and gives Hijikata a key. Jackpot!
When Hijikata nudges him forward, Crow starts putting on his own act. He wildly thrashes about in his restraints.]
Hey! Don't push me! And the name's Ravyn, the Crimson Arsonist, get it right!
[ He throws a dirty look towards the fae behind the desk before stalking forward. To where they're headed, Crow has no idea. Though he finds them walking through a corridor lined with tree bark. The end of the corridor is locked by a wooden gate, the stakes made out of smaller branches. As they approach the gate, it starts to lift up automatically. Once they walk through, the gate slowly makes its descent. There's a loud click as the locking mechanism falls into place, signaling they were really inside the inner chamber.
Crow's eyes widen as he sees the entirety of the prison from where he stands. It's an intricate, multi-tier dungeon. There are various alcoves housing prisoners. Maybe hundreds! The walls, floors--everything seems to be entirely made of the wood from the banyan tree. Each tier seems to be different, the lowest point appears to be their starting point, the ground floor. The other ascending tiers go all the way up to the top of the tree. The hedgehog boy can see the wood ceiling from there.
Crow lowers his voice, turning his head slightly towards Hijikata.]
That lady said Nightshade, didn't she? Wonder where that is?
[There are more fae guards around, but they seem to go about their business. Though every once and a while, one of them will stare at the two with mild interest, before turning away.]
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They manage to infiltrate the banyan tree, and Crow notes there doesn't seem to be much security. Up until they get to the checkpoint. Crow allows Hijikata to do the talking, but he almost wonders if the fae lady behind the desk is on to them. Yet, ultimately she buys it and gives Hijikata a key. Jackpot!
When Hijikata nudges him forward, Crow starts putting on his own act. He wildly thrashes about in his restraints.]
Hey! Don't push me! And the name's Ravyn, the Crimson Arsonist, get it right!
[ He throws a dirty look towards the fae behind the desk before stalking forward. To where they're headed, Crow has no idea. Though he finds them walking through a corridor lined with tree bark. The end of the corridor is locked by a wooden gate, the stakes made out of smaller branches. As they approach the gate, it starts to lift up automatically. Once they walk through, the gate slowly makes its descent. There's a loud click as the locking mechanism falls into place, signaling they were really inside the inner chamber.
Crow's eyes widen as he sees the entirety of the prison from where he stands. It's an intricate, multi-tier dungeon. There are various alcoves housing prisoners. Maybe hundreds! The walls, floors--everything seems to be entirely made of the wood from the banyan tree. Each tier seems to be different, the lowest point appears to be their starting point, the ground floor. The other ascending tiers go all the way up to the top of the tree. The hedgehog boy can see the wood ceiling from there.
Crow lowers his voice, turning his head slightly towards Hijikata.]
That lady said Nightshade, didn't she? Wonder where that is?
[There are more fae guards around, but they seem to go about their business. Though every once and a while, one of them will stare at the two with mild interest, before turning away.]
We better keep moving.