‡3rd Treasure‡ Accidental Video

[totallytrustworthy]

[The feed clicks on to reveal Koltira and Chloe in some dark, nondescript alleyway. Chloe's muttering about how she doesn't have a choice, struggling weakly, her eyes unfocused. Koltira speaks to her in soothing tones--or about as soothing as his tone gets, at any rate--telling her to calm down, to see reason, et cetera. He has one arm looped around her waist, and the other holds both of her wrists still; the grip is clearly firm but gentle, meant to pacify, not to harm.

After a moment, Koltira notices that Chloe's dropped tablet is on and recording. He addresses it, his tone markedly more agitated than just a moment ago.]

Chloe is out of her mind. I know not why, but she had her own gun to her mouth.

[There's a short delay before Chloe speaks up, her voice unsteady and tired. It's a pale attempt at lying, but it goes without saying that she's embarrassed once she realizes the feed's running, so she makes it regardless.]

Seriously, mate, I'm fine. Ease up.




((ooc: Takes place after/during this log!)

Comments

[ohmygodgreywardens]

It... does feel like we're rats in a cage. Large rats in a large cage, and while you think there is much to be had, here, some things show you that there isn't.

...I don't mean to make you more upset! More to... let you know, I understand.

[totallytrustworthy]

[ She's not entirely certain he does, probably just for the fact that most people haven't grown up the way that she did, haven't gotten attached to the idea of freedom. But she decides to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially when he's only trying to help.]

Thanks, mate.

Have things evened out on your end?

[ohmygodgreywardens]

...For now, the less talking about it all, the better, it seems. I don't know where we are, now, in all of that.

[totallytrustworthy]

Can't say I blame you. Tough spot to be in, really.

[ohmygodgreywardens]

You, as well, it seems. If you were willing to no longer be with us, like that.