wesleynotponcy | The Castle | Pylea

Not long ago, Cordelia had been happy to stay in Pylea for forever, thrilled by her position as the local princess and the many pretty bracelets that her loyal servants (read: very, very powerful local priests of the Covenant of Trombli) kept giving her.

After Wesley, Susan, Loki and Alex had discovered that the Covenant of Trombli appeared to have ties to the evil lawfirm Wolfram & Hart from back home, though? That was another story.

Cordelia	Well. After a brief and unpleasant conversation with the priests that had revealed that the comshuck was indeed a mating ritual, it was official. Time to exit the castle, and quickly. And sneaking along a deserted hallway with an armful of her jewels, her crown, and every other shiny thing she'd been gifted in the past few days? Not Cordelia's idea of a fun afternoon. But escaping evil priests was probably better than getting manipulated by them and having to mate with something gross, all things considered. ...Right? "Look," she bitched as she marched toward the trapdoor. "If you ever find a way to get us out of here, I want you to find me a dimension where some demon doesn't want to impregnate me with its spawn! Is that just too much to ask? What is it about me anyway? Do I put out some kind of come 'shuk' me vibe? I mean, you'd tell me, right?"
Wesley	"Cordelia, please," Wesley griped, kneeling down to open the trapdoor that should supposedly lead out of the palace and out to the grounds in the direction of the woods. ...Oh, dear. That did not smell very good.
Loki	"I vote we leave her behind as an offering," Loki said, possibly attempting to bring some of the books with him. Because they might be useful.
Alex	"We're here to rescue her, we can't do that," Alex chided. "And leave the books!" Showed what Loki's priorities were.
Cordelia	Cordy looked from Loki to the horrendous-smelling sludge under the trapdoor and took a decisive step back. "Right," she announced, "looks like I'll be mating with the Groosalugg." Mature, Cordy.
Wesley	"Oh, do come on," Wesley snapped, gingerly peering down the trapdoor to see what was beneath it. It was too dark to tell, but the genre-savviness that came with having worked in the demon-hunting business for a year and a half now told him that slime was probably involved. "All right. Er. Who'd like to go first?" Don't make it sound so much fun, Wes.
Susan	If there wasn't slime, there was at least something unpleasant. Susan sighed, and told herself she could always create herself a new dress if need be. "I'll go," she said, and stepped towards the trapdoor with a "Definitely leave the books," before disappearing down it. She had done more fun things.
Wesley	"Leave the books," Wesley echoed firmly, and he followed down after her. Which left two teacup gods and Cordelia. Why was that a good idea again?
Cordelia	Cordelia made a face -- a really unhappy one -- and prodded the perimeter of the trapdoor with her toe before ultimately deciding she was not ready yet to risk her sparkly outfit. "You first," she said to Alex.
Alex	Alex thought leaving Cordelia alone with Loki was bound to be a bad idea, but he did want to get out of here sometime today, so he said, "Sure thing," to her, and, "Leave the books," to Loki before hopping through the trapdoor.
Loki	Loki stuck his tongue out. "You can't make me," he snapped back, clinging to the books all the more.
Cordelia	"Leave the--" Huh. There was a shadow over her. Why was there a shadow over her? Cordelia looked up. Oh. It was one of those... creepy priest guys. Well, that was terrible news.
Silas	"Princess," said Silas, "and... friend of the princess. The Groosalugg is approaching. I must ask that you return to the throne room." Another of the priests bent down to close the trapdoor, while two others moved to escort Cordelia and Loki back toward the throne room. "And we'll have to speak to the servants about leaving that door open." Oh, this should be fun.