Cinnabar Pays a Little Visit
Cinnabar took a deep breath, stretching her limbs out, alternating between arm stretches. She felt loose and relaxed for good measure. Sitting up in her bed, she streched her legs out, then let them fall limp. Nice. The dragon blanket she had was no longer pinned up, but now, it was strewn around the bed, half of the large cloth hanging off the bed from the previous night of rest.
With a relaxing release of air from her mouth, she got up. Today was the day that she would have decidedly went to talk to that wretched prisoner of war.
Hm.. maybe I shouldn't use that to describe her. She's just as broken as anyone else under Pink's command, Cinnabar thought, "correcting" her mistake. She rubbed her hands together, seeing as it was a little chilly in here. Very strange for a room with fire all in it.
Regardless, she straightened her posture and made her way down to the basement, where the large glass circle changed shape into into a tube in the center of the room. it hovered off of the ground and with the fire in it, it gave the room a nice fireplace glow of warmth.
The basement was mostly barren, other than some old junk and the countless militia artifacts she kept for centuries. The pile of decimated, ashy punching bags was one of her favorites. She would have to remember to get some more later.
She continued for her current task, heading over towards the trapdoor in the corner of the room. There one only one brick that stood out from a smooth crystalized wall and that was the brick she pressed. The trap door opened and she was sent falling, hurling down into another room. When she landed, she landed harshly, but on her feet (she may have stumbled forwards onto her hands from the shock). She quickly picked herself up and stood at attention, looking around this room. It was way more intense than hers. "The boots with the grips would've been a better choice.", she notes thoughtfully to herself, suggesting she would slide down the walls next time instead of the less favorable, hurtling toward the ground.
But she wasn't here to sightsee, so she stepped off the slightly elevated platfrom and took precarious steps forward. Surprisingly, she didn't see the broken soldier outright. Maybe she was hidden somewhere, not here at the moment, or Cinnabar was just blind and didn't notice her in front of her.
"You've got company, soldier. I must have a few words with you. It is of the most upmost importance that you come speak with me.", she said, her presence bold and commanding as was her tone.
