Cephas / Male / Extension, Soul Print / Form / Tags: Isaac, Obiini, Alex, Jo, Roxy, possibly also the hotel owner, General
Ceph stopped in his tracks just before slamming into Roxy’s zapping fist. Startled out of his mind, he tried to back away from her, but couldn’t notice the ice cage forming around him before backing into a frozen bar. In only a moment, he was surrounded.
“Ahhh!!! Geez!”
The ice cage was unfamiliar, scary, and awesome. The arcs of electricity from Roxy’s fist were more of the same.
Ceph touched the ice and tried to Extend into it, never taking his eye off Roxy, but ice is tricky. It’s covered in melty water and generally doesn’t want to cooperate. He tried to shatter it by shaking the ground, but no luck. It was too dusty.
By the time he finally relaxed turned around to Isaac’s shouts, Ceph’s big eyes had narrowed into a pouty, slitted glare over his shoulder.
These guys were too powerful to challenge upon being caught. Even with the information he could hang over their heads, they had many possible ways of keeping his mouth shut. Or even just plain hurting him. Dang. He’d better not underestimate their observation skills next time.
Ceph slunk toward Isaac’s side of the cage.
His low, monotone voice resounded only just quiet enough that the other strangers outside couldn’t hear.
“I thought you might like to not have to pay for my breakfast, Queen-lover.”
He extended one hand out through the icy bars, holding the bottom of the pillowcase, dumping every tiny stolen item out onto the floor, INCLUDING the inner pillow, and dropping the empty case last.
How disappointing. To part with a cozy outdoor pillow, a second carrying bag, some personal hygiene items, and a good $10 worth of scrap metals. That’s at least two meals. He almost wanted to cry. He resisted the urge to enlist Tim in some physical revenge against the snitches.