017 - Loose to me the good gray dogs / That are bound with iron bands

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Aniki shows up... tied to a chair. Because this is how Rosto helps his friends. She twists her wrists uselessly against the ropes, which Kora spelled to hold against blades and breakage. And as it was already spelled to weave itself into one single, long length when touched with the proper charm... She's sort of stuck.]

Gods-cursed maniac.

Comments

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

You are not going to give me a good answer, are you? [Trying to get the ropes off now]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

I thought those were fine answers. [He's probably not having much luck.]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Will frown and just tug harder] But not very informative ones.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose they weren't. Done yet?

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Tugs more, frowning] What are these ropes made of?