Conversations in a cell

[Fezzik]

Bree looked at the reasonably young man; old enough to be married, perhaps even one or two kids, dressed in armour that hardly suited his frame or seemingly his general attitude to life. A job. Something to do. No real relish in it from the look of it. Watch some lady in a cell, make sure she couldn't escape.

"You know, the ceiling pattern, all the bumps and swirls in the stone, they form a rather eclectic looking tapestry of sedimentary interest; you really should look up."

Grunt

"Subtle changes in the colours, hard to tell in torchlight, but they are there. Not like the floor, mostly that's covered in the stains of blood, sweat and ", a wrinkled nose, "other unpleasant things despite the thorough moppings and cleanings." A large sigh and looking up with a smile, "Yes, back to my original point. The swirls are not unreminiscent of a Nautilus shell; here and there, they break up; a light grey here, a subtle taupe there."

Grunt

"I'm sure you must have children; children can be such wonders of Love and Beauty, don't you think." A slight look and an ever so faint shrug. "Running about, creating, making things, always discovering new and wonderful things. Open minds, ready to soak up everything around them. I'm sure they are a great joy to watch if they're your own." Grunt

After a pause. "I'm sure you already know of all the studies of Elminster. Elminster? The great wizard from the east. He did a study of various people; mostly investigating the link between early childhood and later activities. Rather fascinating really. I'm sure that you let your own children observe various activities in the town; floggings, hangings, disemboweling, drawing, quartering. Terrible business. Maybe even getting to throw vegetables at people in the stocks! That must be fun." An odd look.

"Oh, yes, back to Elminsters Treaties, yes. He found that people that had been allowed to partake in activities like that when they were young were more likely to either allow, or partake in more acts later on without much second thought." A slightly raised eyebrow, but a grunt.

"At any rate, he also found out that small children also have no compulsions about not harming animals; kicking, poking, even vivisection... vivisection? Chopping them up when they're dead or sometimes when they're still alive, even little ones like mice." A slight blanching.

"Oh, I'm sure it's really not a problem, after all, any child around here exibiting any such sign will be welcomingly embraced by the Exarch I'm sure. A man who didn't care whether or not members of the town, during a time of great turmoil, if the died on the road, and refused them entry if they left. After all, people that don't follow some arbitrary rules deserve it, right? No one deserves to think for themselves, that's just ridiculous; thinking for yourself or allowing your children to think for themselves. They need to be forced, pushed and bullied along until they fall in line. Just like those little mice and small animals. Eventually everyone gets disembowled and thrown aside, it's the way things work here....Oh, I do like that colouring." Walking back to the other end of the cell, Bree simply talks away about the aesthetic qualities of the ceiling and the upper walls.

[Fezzik]

"You know, you're probably the most civilized thing in this keep."

Skutter, ear twitch. Halt

"Don't get me wrong now, but this place is filled with an ego maniac who not only failed in his objective, but took solace in taking over a town of pretty much unarmed peasants and farmers. A big deal you understand in the annals of they history of the bozo they worship around here I'm sure. I mean, bullying your way into someones home with force, that's an impressive accomplishment on any day, isn't it?"

Now it seemed it had an interest, although what, she didn't know. She tossed it another piece of bread with a tiny bit of cheese.

"Sorry the cheese is a bit off, it could have been aged a bit longer in a slightly more humid temperature I think; it has a bit of a dirt taste to it." The little creature paused, nibbling around the edge and looked at her. "My apologies, I'm sure dirt is very interesting to you, but to some of us, it can be a bit off putting. Not to say that dirt doesn't have some aesthetic value now and again. I mean, we do get ocher from it; lapis if you dig into the rock for it. I digress though. What I'm trying to tell you is that they have no real culture of their own. You can't force a culture on someone, the more you try, the more, in the end, you will fail."

Nibble nibble nibble.

"They think they're doing a good job, but they neglect a few things along the way... ok, they neglect a lot. They might think they understand love, beauty, and the nicer things in life, but they don't. Those things don't come from without, they come from within. I'm sure you understand this very well. When you're being chased by a cat... no, no, there are no cats about I assure you! But when you see one, you run the other way; if there are others around, you all run away I'm sure. One or two of you might get caught, true, and become part of the cat. But still most of you slip through the clutches of the cat. The same thing happens to these brutes. I might be a mouse, or, if you'll pardon me and let me think of myself in such a way, a rat!"

Nibble nibble head cock nibble.

"Yes, I know, not with my hair, it would stand out a lot, wouldn't it. I scurry about my business in life, spreading what joy and feelings of love and beauty I feel, trying to bring it out in others. I won't stop. I just need to figure a way for getting them to throw me out and give up. They don't understand things. They don't understand free will. They trudge along with an agenda and grand plans, but they ignore all the little things in life, like a piece of cheese." Another toss, this time a little closer. "Even you understand the joys of a piece of cheese. Why? Because you don't get to experience it that often." She points to the ceiling. "Them? They don't understand the artistry, they simply like their industry to bring them things. They don't get involved in the day to day life of people, they just want the people to obey and follow their rules. Oh! Don't get me wrong, the people do, but for the most part, most of them don't really care who is 'in charge' ". Getting to know people, understanding how they do things, and appreciating them. That's the real joy in life."

Nibble nibble, glance at the wall.

"Oh, how did I get in here? I did something rather inane. A bit to impulsive and didn't really think about the message I was sending." A slight laugh. "Trust me, it wasn't a message that should ever have been sent and I deserved the consequence." A soft shrug as the little hairless tail twitched. "A simple fish would have been more appropriate; probably more convenient too. What's done is done, and the only way to go forward is to atone... that means make things better, I apologize, I don't really know how good your vocabulary is. Oh? These ones? They keep trying to persuade me," puffs out her chest and give a striking convincing performance of a pale, sickly looking, Amish-looking man, "You will know power, you are chosen, you blah blah blah - lack of conviction on my part because I'm not even human anymore and I'm a freak of nature blah blah blah". Hardly convincing arguments if you ask me." A shrug and a toss of a piece of bread. " But, at least I have someone intelligent to talk to in here. Someone who understands that survival is living day to day, enjoying the small things in life."

[Fezzik]

"Up up! Time for your pill."

Mutter mutter mutter.

"Out of bed you red haired little trollop!" Punch... groan. "Shut up, I didn't hit you that hard, looks like Phil will have to give you a better working over this afternoon, seems you still have a bit of spirit in you."

The nurse approached a little closer and held up the gingers head. "Down the ... OOOF!" Bree smacked the woman in the head hard with her fist. Down she went, bleary eye.

"Down the hatch indeed miss." The woman lay on the floor, soon to be in a delirium. She had to act quickly, her body was sore, her muscles acted from the beatings. She muttered curses of Hashart's name and his pasty friend.

She stripped the womans cloths and her own, and dragged the now waving woman on the bed. "Shush... The mouse is about to escape this house... OW! That bruise hurts, stop it!" She grabbed the keys, and went to the opposite wall and grabbed her bag. "Alright, now for the guards outside... no magic, just pure acting now missy." Squeek!. She looked at the nurse. Squeek!. "Elminster?? What are you doing under.. oh, you were in my pocket, come on...."

As she stepped out of the door into the light she blinked, one of the men started to turn. "LOOK! A Mermaid!" Pointing to the water. After which she, as quickly as she could, walked toward the edge of the cliff, adjusted her companion to her back and slipped into the cold water, pulling herself along the rock face at first, swimming where she had to, until she came to a place she could climb up and start walking east. Her muscles ached, her bones hurt, but her spirit was high. "Never underestimate a pretty girl." With that, she made a rather rude gesture and walked, hobbled really, toward the port.

[Fezzik]

"I really don't see what you have against Chiffon Julia. It would make a nice accent. Here, I drew some pictures for you. See, a nice little Tea Cart here, a couch to let the guest sit down on. That there, that's a crocheted throw, just in case someone gets a little nippy during negotiations.... a nice picture, I thought maybe of you, chopping a purple worm to bits; you're very artistic on the battle field after all, it would be nice if people could see it, you know? Add a little more class and some credence to your claims that you'll protect their small children from pickpockets while you're taking them to the festival or something."

Before Julia can get a word in edge wise she continues with the next page. "Here, are the revamped barracks, with a nice little spa; I thought maybe a personal masseuse, well, I guess it wouldn't be personal, but still, someone that could pamper the men and woman a bit, keep them relaxed; take away all the knots from slaying rabid fish or what have you. A mani/pedi... mani pedi, for your hands and feet!" Explained before Julia can answer. "I'm sure that in time, everyone would like pretty colours on their toenails! Oh, and a Barber too, and a hairdresser, I'm sure I could teach someone that, but it might be better if you get someone with more experience dealing with tangles and knots in hair; most of the time actors don't have that many of those. Hey! Where are you going!?? I was just going to show you the picture of the bath house section and personal Bath attendants!!!!"

[Fezzik]

Some point, after being abducted by the Eboincoin.

"I don't think you really realize what type of person that I will become if I follow the path you want me to follow. Think about my devotion now to Lady Firehair. The strength of that conviction. What do you think will happen if I follow the Bonelord? That devotion will be just as total; do you think I would care about you? Do you really think that I would be by your side, working with you? No. I would use all my energy, devotion and conviction to trample you into the dirt, to show you the foolishness of your ways. I would bring a war so terrible between the followers of the Dead Three that all the power you seek would evaporate, and you would be left with nothing. You have to ask yourself; do you want the woman you see in front of you now, or a woman that will spit on your corpse as she takes all that you hold precious? This woman has hope for you, the other will not; she would use you, throw you away like useless garbage on a dung heap and not think twice about it. If you care about me at all, you will let me go; forget your foolish quest."

....

"I pity you, you will never really know or understand what real love, what real beauty is. My devotion from now, to my dying breath, will be to Lady Firehair. You cannot love me; you've said it yourself, your devotion for your god cannot be eclipsed by any other. You don't really understand love; you don't love yourself, you don't have the type of faith to understand it."

Outside the Blackwood barracks
"Yes, I'm sure we will see one another again." A sad feeling came into Bree's heart. This man would never understand love, nor, she doubted, would he embrace it. Power, power was the only thing he talked about, the only thing he cared about and understood. Yet, he had the power to take her, to wear her down, if he tried -- perhaps there was hope for him; she didn't know. It would not likely be her that would show him the light though; that would likely fall to another. Gods help her.

(( this conversation is paraphrased from memory -- apologies if it makes anyone involved go Hub hub hub!!!))