astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Charles actually had business with Kendra on this day, but the pleasant done of whatever track it was someone surely had playing in the training nad trial room had his withered musician bones feeling more than a bit rejuvenated. While he was, admittedly, more than a bit out of tune with the music of the youth of today...Charles did think himself rather well versed and that he had at least a mild familiarity with most music these days. But this song...he had never heard before. Must be something from the new generation of ---
--- oh...no, nope. Not at all.
Charles naturally recognized Jane, he owed her his life in many regards with her diligent potioneering efforts during and after the war, and quickly concluded that she was not meant to be in here AND even if she were...surely she had not been given clearance to do THAT.
"Jane? Jane!?" Charles called out as the Unspeakable continued her singing as she floated in the pool like some sort of an ethereal being. No, less an ethereal being and more like a merperson. He would not go so far as to say a siren, seeing as his only inclination in getting into the pool was to pull her out of it, but one could make the argument for that as well. Slipping off his shoes and rolling up his trouser legs, Charles perked his ear towards the woman as she repeated the song, again, and...there was a certain familarity to her words. Certain nuances that reminded him very much of those spat at him by the Atlantian Merchieftainess. "JANE?!"
Why had he bothered to roll his trouser legs up, by the way? It had become abundantly clear as the Minister began to wade out to fetch her that it had been completely unnecessary.
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