1st ғʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ☽O☾ [video]

[malefice]

[ When the video feed comes to life, Isaac is lounging on a rather plush chair looking far more smug than he ever has in his life. He's got a cup of tea balancing on one of the arm rests and next to it a plate of biscuits - quite the sweet tooth at the moment apparently. Two things stick out like a sore thumb - the amount of stubble on the usually babyfaced teenager and the white gauze pad above his eyebrow. Of course when "Isaac" opens his mouth it becomes apparent quickly that either A) Isaac has developed a European accent or B) this isn't Isaac. ]

I'll say, one moment I was smack dab in The French Quarter and then I found myself here and I haven't a bloody clue how it happened.

[ He purses his lips a bit indignantly before speaking again. ]

And while I have to assume the company here is far superior to the company I was forced to keep there - I'm not a big fan of this unbreakable boundary spell. I'd like to meet the witch that cast it.

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[malefice]

I'm sure there's someone out there that does - you'd be amazed by all the sorts that inhabit existence.

[ I mean really, Silas had followers that wanted him to bring hell on Earth... ]

Hmmm. I'm no stranger to free will being taken away from me - but you, why are you so calm with it?

[ A curious pause. ]

How long've you been held captive here?

[wordvomit]

[Oh, the Pie Maker is aware that there are strange folk in the world - he happens to be one of them - but he doesn't pursue the argument for that express reason. No need to draw any more attention to himself.]

Oh, I'm not calm.

[That's his secret, pal. He's never calm. Ned's constant anxiety is a roller-coaster of emotional torment on a good day, but he's trying to work on that. Chronic nervousness doesn't get people to visit the diner for pie.]

I've just been here for- um...eight months. Ish.