Linyabel floats out of the empty cabin, and checks that the corridor is empty. She approaches the guard. "Servitor," she says, with all the hauteur she possesses.
"Haut." He nods respectfully, and when he's about to inhale to continue his utterance, she flicks her bubble off quick as a wink and sprays him in the face. Down he goes; the chair rocks. She seizes the guard's hand and presses it to the palm-lock without further ado.
And there's Nadina, sitting on a couch. Her arms and legs are free, if short several bolts of fancy cloth (she isn't nude, just - reduced, somewhat). She is attached to the floor only by her hair, and by the end of it at that, leaving her meters of room to move about. Linyabel eases the guard quietly to the floor and floats forward. "Haut Nadina, are you injured?" she asks, shucking a couple of layers of white mourning to transfer over for the sake of Nadina's dignity. She also offers over Vio's knife. "You're going to have to cut it."
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Date: 2014-07-18 01:19 am (UTC)"Haut." He nods respectfully, and when he's about to inhale to continue his utterance, she flicks her bubble off quick as a wink and sprays him in the face. Down he goes; the chair rocks. She seizes the guard's hand and presses it to the palm-lock without further ado.
And there's Nadina, sitting on a couch. Her arms and legs are free, if short several bolts of fancy cloth (she isn't nude, just - reduced, somewhat). She is attached to the floor only by her hair, and by the end of it at that, leaving her meters of room to move about. Linyabel eases the guard quietly to the floor and floats forward. "Haut Nadina, are you injured?" she asks, shucking a couple of layers of white mourning to transfer over for the sake of Nadina's dignity. She also offers over Vio's knife. "You're going to have to cut it."