SEVENTEN OFFICES| EARLY EVENING
There was a brief flicker of something in the human’s eyes at the mention of the co-Captain, a hint of self-doubt. It was small, but it was there.
“You got no idea what you're talking about, fuckin’ tow-head.” Jobe spat, mind racing with various thoughts and excuses. That Bastian, the scary one with the black and grey hair, he didn’t know him like he knew Miss Shuini, but he knew enough. Surely, this could be blamed on the Viendan’s. Weren’t Jobe’s fault D’Arthe didn't have his house in order. Yeah, yeah that was it. He’d ask for her, and he’d be fine.
He'd be fine.
The sudden movement caught the brunette off guard, and he made a yelp of pain as he sat roughly. It was his moment to escape, if his legs would obey him. Everything was so heavy, and sluggish. Bloody mages. Rhy’s spellwork was quick, quicker than the loud protest Jobe tried to use to interrupt him.
“NO YOU—DON’T…” Too late, the mona around him acted, even if he himself couldn't feel that foul sentience. He knew of it, it was in and around them, and it was creepy. Clocking gollies and their pet magic.
I'll start with an easy one and we'll move from there—What is today's date?"
Jobe snorted a laugh. Fucking St Grumbles, you erse!
“Eighteenth of Hamis, this twenty seven twentieth year of Our Lady.” His eyes widened in horror, the words he had planned on snarking back merely an idea in his head, mouth betraying him. Jobe shook his head, panic now rife on his face.
“No, get off me. Get your magic off me! You’re a fool golly, stupid lugger you got no idea stop, stop!” The human shouted, petrified by the realisation that now he was in trouble.
”Who do you work for?"
Eyes darting to look around them, one leg twitching a little, Jobe shook his head and clamped his teeth together. Nope, weren’t saying anything. Just shut your mouth and stay safe.
“The Order of the Pendulum are my employer.” The words were spoken through clenched teeth and in a desperate groaning whine, as though Jobe was trying to stifle them. He began to sob, dropping his head forward and smacking it back on the brick behind him as hard as his current state would allow.
Not hard enough unfortunately.
“Fuuuccckk shut up, shut up! You’re gonna get us both fucking dead you mung bastard!” He wept, glancing at the open end of the alley way in true fear.
”Why did you come here?"
“Filling bodies! I told you I told you already! They needed people. I’m just a pusher! I ent anybody Mister Gawyne! Lemme go please see that ent worth this! I’m just helping out, ent even from this poxy erse city!” Jobe wept, his face a mess of snot and blood and rain, lips trembling.
“Please Caius, Mister Gawyne. Please lemme go. I’ll leave. I’ll go to Old Rose. I’ll go to Mugroba. I’ll go to fucking Roannah. Please lemme go.”