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[What ho Paradisa. If you are the lobby now, you might find a somewhat unusual sight: three kids - well, two kids and one young teenager, really, the teenager conspicuously naked and sprawled out on one of the lobby couches. The teenager has long blue hair and is filthy. The kids are relatively clean, one of them - the older boy - graced with a crown of pale blond hair, the other a smaller little girl wearing a traditional robe and black pigtails. There's a journal nearby of course, and it picks up a voice which might sound a bit familiar:]

Hey... person! Hey! How come you're naked?

[Then the younger boy:] Because he's got no clothes, stupid.

I'm not stupid! [That seems to rile the little girl up; she gives the boy next to her a push.

It looks like this minor ruckus is enough to wake the third boy anyhow.] Whuh...?

[What do, Paradisa?]

[ooc: Yep, starting this loss a tad earlier than planned; tagging pattern will be something of a clusterfuck. There is no particular order planned; if you'd like to discuss any details, ping Stick on AIM at teamtoques, Red at LostBlueHeights, or Senri at Sushiflop.]

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[He more he sees, the more he feels almost physically ill, and the more he wants to help the boy. He's sure it's Legato at this point, which only makes the state of him highly relevant to recent events. Part of him wonders if the castle is trying to make a point.

Sadly, while he has the magic to lock things, doing the opposite isn't quite the same principal, and he doesn't quite trust himself with trying to force them himself]

...that would do it. We should take you to clinic after these are off.

...and then get you a bath.

[He thinks for a moment. Well, lacking lockpicks, there was always...]

Do you know if there is a key for these?

[Watching...]

[...little!Zelman squints at the locks. he can undo really simple ones, but he hadn't even thought about these might be like. they look heavy.]

Or a pick.

[glancing between the man and the boy]

There's a key... but it's not here.

Sadly, I lack my brother's skill with picks...

[He gave Zelman a small, wry smile]

I wonder, though...

Castle, can I have the key to these shackles please?

[POOF. A key lands in the palm of his hand. How about them apples?]

Wow! Is there anything it can't bring?

[well dang. that is pretty convenient.]

Wow.

[random things appearing out of thin air is one thing... but very specific ones??

He recognizes it immediately]

Wha-- that's it!

[staring at Felix like he's... a wizard...]

[He smiled at Rin]

It can't do anything very large or dangerous. Happily keys aren't either of those things.

[Why yes, Legato, he is a wizard...just...not that kind. He will, however, go ahead and unlock those shackles as if does this every day]

I don't wish often. I wasn't sure that would work. Lucky for you...

Yay, now you're free! [She smiles! Legato is mean but those chains looked like they hurt. She peers with concern at his abraded wrists.] Thanks, mister... uh, do you think you can help his skin too?

[he's just looking between the three of them. what do...]

[experimentally flexing his fingers, bending his wrists back and forth. man, his arms feel so light without those heavy things weighing them down anymore.]

Thank you. [--said politely, automatically, despite the fact that he pretty obviously wants to scoot away from the man as soon as he can get away with it]

[Felix stares at the boy's wrists with a vague look of concern, but he doesn't make any move to touch Legato. He's seen this kind of physical defensiveness before...]

There. I'd say that's a vast improvement.

[He glances back at Rin and Zelman]

I think it's best we find your friend here a healer to deal with his wounds - which I am not, sadly.

[He turns a small smile back on Legato]

Would you feel alright with going to the clinic?

[She's a well-mannered enough child that she just pushes her fingers against her mouth and waits for Legato to decide. At least for the moment.]

[meanwhile, Zelman's grasp of manners is rudimentary at best.] What's the clinic?

[he nods automatically, but the way he glances toward Zelman when asks what the clinic actually is says that he might be wondering the same thing. :\]

[He looks at Zelman] A place where we can find healer...doctors...whatever you wish to call them...

[She looks at Legato. Loudly:]

You oughta go!

What if he doesn't want to go? He's not sick.

[he's a man. he can walk it off. RIGHT? RIGHT. c'mon be a man Legato. :|]

[oh jeez... he suddenly doesn't know what to do! He agrees with Zelman, but the man said...

Just. Glancing between them. D:]

[Ugh. You two are only moderately less frustrating as children. Hm...what do...?]

No, but he would heal better if that was tended to. It won't take long.

And then perhaps we can find the three of you something to eat.

[Pointed look at Legato. EAT A SAMMICH, BOY.]

Yeah! He's got those cuts. [Pointing at Legato's wrists.] 's no good reason for waiting.

[WON OVER INSTANTLY.]

Oh, if we're getting food...

[oops, all he needed was that pointed look, and he's immediately surrendering and looking away. Nodding a little. Compliant. He'll follow along now]

[Bribery and threats will get you everywhere...]

Good. Come on then. The faster we get you in and out of there the faster you can all eat...

[Not that they can't eat now, but it's easier to keep track of all of them at once rather than letting the others wander off - especially Zelman. He's not sure how to feel about seeing the vampire as a child. And is he a vampire now? Interesting question, best asked later.

He motions for Legato to stand up and then pauses before moving away, frowning, then wishes up some pants. He wasn't particularly bothered by the nudity, as clearly neither was Legato, but propriety had to be acknowledged.]

And put those on.

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