18.Jun.12, 01:41 AM
The door was dancing under her hand and Jada hissed, springing backwards. Krypth caught her and the two of them stared at the door for a moment in some consternation. I think someone is stuck in there. Krypth's observation was truly profound, and Jada bit her lip, wringing her hands. I don't think it was on purpose. Yep. Profound. Jada rolled her eyes, and took a step closer to the door. She could hear yelling on the other side, but not quite understand all of the muffled words. The Harper did get the impression that the person within was yelling LET ME OUT than LEMME OW.
"Hello?" she called, and felt Krypth at her back, trying to listen herself. "Can you hear me? Hello?"
They sound familiar.
Jada reached for the handle of the door, jiggling it. Not opening? What? Jada tried again; it wasn't as though they really had too many doors that locked in Katila. What had gone wrong? Was something stuck inside? Shards, she was a Harper, not one of those door-fixing people. Jada tried again, shoving down on the handle as much as she dared. "You're tall, so you see a key on top of the frame? Maybe a spare?" Then she shook the wooden door, fiercely. Then she kicked the door, infuriated. The voice had sounded familiar, and it was still screaming, words that were mostly inarticulate in outrage.
Okay then.
Wait, familiar voice? Was that- Indi? No. She was far too intelligent to have gotten herself locked in a closet.
Jada! Ladies don't kick doors. The long golden body stretched itself a bit, looking over the door frame. No key. The gold lowered herself with great decorum, peering up and down the hall. I could just call someone to come and help us, you know.
"I'm not a lady!" she snapped, driving her boot home next to the handle. "And you will call no one. We can take care of this without being a bother." Determination.
Bring it, the door said. Bring it.
Jada, I don't think you should keep kicking the door. You'll hurt yourself.
"Hello?" she called, and felt Krypth at her back, trying to listen herself. "Can you hear me? Hello?"
They sound familiar.
Jada reached for the handle of the door, jiggling it. Not opening? What? Jada tried again; it wasn't as though they really had too many doors that locked in Katila. What had gone wrong? Was something stuck inside? Shards, she was a Harper, not one of those door-fixing people. Jada tried again, shoving down on the handle as much as she dared. "You're tall, so you see a key on top of the frame? Maybe a spare?" Then she shook the wooden door, fiercely. Then she kicked the door, infuriated. The voice had sounded familiar, and it was still screaming, words that were mostly inarticulate in outrage.
Okay then.
Wait, familiar voice? Was that- Indi? No. She was far too intelligent to have gotten herself locked in a closet.
Jada! Ladies don't kick doors. The long golden body stretched itself a bit, looking over the door frame. No key. The gold lowered herself with great decorum, peering up and down the hall. I could just call someone to come and help us, you know.
"I'm not a lady!" she snapped, driving her boot home next to the handle. "And you will call no one. We can take care of this without being a bother." Determination.
Bring it, the door said. Bring it.
Jada, I don't think you should keep kicking the door. You'll hurt yourself.