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[Fniff]

"This isn't jail, this is a gulag for the Russian Mafiya or something. This would only be an official jail in the medieval era!" He looks to Ori. "What are we going to do?"

[Jbg97]

"You're going to let me go, that's what you're going to do!"

[Fniff]

Michael not only didn't let the builder go, but in fact held him down harder.

[Twi]

Orichalcum sighs again and looks at Michael.

" Nothing. Just hit him harder if he feels the need to attack people.  "

S/he stares at Bob.

[Fniff]

"Well, I don't know, shouldn't we be trying to get out of this place or something? I don't want to be couped in here forever with this guy." Michael nodded to the builder. "Maybe we should tie him up or something?"

[Jbg97]

"I only attacked it cause the little hell spawn was stealing my food, I'm not hungry but it was very rude of her!"

[Fniff]

"So you decked her in the face instead of, I dunno, asking politely for some food? You probably affirmed her suspicions! Stop calling her hellspawn as well!"

[Twi]

Ori lets the more talkative pair argue and sits down next to the trollgirl, looking at her curiously.

[Slayerhero90]

Ori lets the more talkative pair argue and sits down next to the trollgirl, looking at her curiously.

The trollgirl stares back. Her horns are simple, short, pointy horns.

Trollgirl starts eating. Everyone not being held down finish the food. Minutes later, the hatch opens and a metal ladder tosses down. A scrawny, tall man with four arms, T-shaped horns, pale skin, an orange eye, an aqua eye, and silver hair climbs down and picks up the bowls. He tosses them up the ladder and shoves the ladder up. He pulls out a pistol from his uniform.
"Iketoreukt kartksin."

[Fniff]

Michael looks at the soldier, then raises an eyebrow.

"Uh... sorry?"

[Jbg97]

"So you decked her in the face instead of, I dunno, asking politely for some food? You probably affirmed her suspicions! Stop calling her hellspawn as well!"

"My actions were very subdued, i was being nice to her! Where I'm from, you take someone's food it's usually a request to be beaten until death, then beaten until your heart restarts! Wait, more damn trolls?! It's looking like 4chan up in this bitch!"

[SomeStupidGuy]

((Think I'll join in. Assuming there are empty spots.))

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Sam Irons
Age- 32
Gender- Male
Appearance- Gaunt, pale. Short black hair.
Wearing- Dress shirt, leather vest, black trousers, boots.
Profession- Merchant

[Twi]

After a bit more awkwardness, Ori says something quietly.
"Speak? "

Then:

Minutes later, the hatch opens and a metal ladder tosses down. A scrawny, tall man with four arms, T-shaped horns, pale skin, an orange eye, an aqua eye, and silver hair climbs down and picks up the bowls. He tosses them up the ladder and shoves the ladder up. He pulls out a pistol from his uniform.
"Iketoreukt kartksin."

Orichalcum attempts to perhaps remember what language that is in, maybe even understand it!

But regardless, s/he slowly stands up.

[Fniff]

Michael looks at the builder. "For the love of Christ, please don't do anything... That guy's got a gun." He looks back at the soldier with a pleading look. He really didn't want to get shot today and he hoped the fellow knew English despite his... odd body shape. What was up with all these aliens anyway? Michael tried to remember if there was anything he forgot that could explain anything...

[Jbg97]

"LET ME THE FUCK UP! I need to talk to this T-bone asshole!"