Post by Albel Lockhart on Sept 25, 2015 3:30:41 GMT
Again, Albel had expected her to be angry, but now she was really out of line. He could ignore the first protest and insult. It was a heated reaction to his sudden turnabout of limiting her freedom. But then she insulted the uniform, and even acted like she was doing him a favor. More importantly, she called him Lockhart. His brow twitched slightly, arms slowly folding over his chest as he stared down at her. Well screw her too, he'd already been understanding and giving her a lot more patience than she deserved. "Tomorrow morning you're going to scrub down the entire cafeteria, so report to Lieutenant Rolan at six AM. Like I said, you decide how difficult your life is in the Templars. " And hopefully she wouldn't make it hard on the poor lieutenant.
"And let me make this clear," there was no anger in his eyes, just a blank void, which was perhaps more terrifying. "Normally we have something like a three-strikes policy before a Templar gets kicked out. In your case, that's the dungeon. This job is your life, so get used to it." He turned, planning to drop her off with Silver, as originally planned. The other woman was going to have a handful to deal with, but that was her problem. It'd probably be a good idea for him to go with on whatever mission they got assigned with in the future, to make sure Roxy didn't pull something completely idiotic. It wasn't like it was a good reason to avoid more paperwork.
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Sept 25, 2015 4:21:06 GMT
"What for being mad I-" Roxanne clammed up before she could get herself in further trouble. She rubbed the arm that had the cuff on it. At least it only restricted her magic, as annoying as that was. She sighed, glaring at it. Her next words were far more subdued, calculatedly so. "Apologies, Captain. I'm not used to proper protocol. It won't happen again." Would it happen again? Who knew, but in truth Roxanne had no desire to be sent to prison. In fact, she did like the way she looked in the uniform, so maybe she did have a potential future here.
The look on her face was practically priceless to anyone who had any sort of ill feelings for her - the fire was there, but at the moment it was more like embers than a proper flame. She wasn't going to say it, but she actually hadn't meant to call him Lockhart. She would gladly face some minor punishments in exchange for getting to poke him, but it would have to wait until after she was established enough to get away with it. She sighed. She was done talking. He could take her to meet Silver. She would decide how she wanted to repay him for the threat later. For now, it was time to learn how to be a Templar, and that started with not having to scrub any more than an entire Cafeteria. Maybe if she was lucky she would get into some sort of Templar duty and get to skip the punishment.
