His mind was reeling and it was hard for him to focus. Mikh'a could hear them having conversations with him, and he was having one back, but none of it mattered. All of his responses were distracted and automatic at that point as he led them away from Erik. They were going in circles, they wanted answers he kept telling them he couldn't give them yet. Things about "Ulrich's" research and his time spent in Dravania, and what he could tell them about his findings on the Wyrmking. He tried to brush them off. "Oh no, I'm just a slave, my master doesn't tell me more than minimal information." or "His time with the Dravanians was traumatic, I try not to press him for information on the topic." and truthfully it worked for the most part. It wasn't as if his faked station in life afforded him a lot of room and freedom to be... well, Mikh'a, who did nothing but ask questions and press to the great irritation of some people. His mind was too far away to go in to any detail however. He was fretting for the safety of his little family. Who would they catch next?
He took only small comfort in the fact that he had a blind and childish view of the Immortal Flames. ( One due to be shattered at any point in time now. ) Erik had said it was possible they'd look to eradicate the Red Wings, but only as a last resort. Osric had said it was far more likely they'd be debriefed and disbanded and childishly he clung to the hope that this was what was going to happen. That they were talking quietly to Kahn'a, and anyone else that may have been caught and gone unreported to the wayward Red Wings scattered across Eorzea in that timeframe they'd been without contact now. That when they got whatever information it was that Erik was looking for to clear their names they would regroup with Montblanc and Raimy and be on their way to clear their names and be back to business as usual.
"--too long, I think I'll go check on it myself."
"What?" Mikh'a turned away from the window he had been staring out of. He'd nearly forgot where he was.
"I said your master's time was up."
"Surely you know as a researcher that these things take more time than a bell or two." Mikh'a started after the Elezen who turned and faced him, looking down at the boy. A hand reached up and snagged him by the chin, turning his face just slightly.
"This is my lab, boy, and I have been kind enough, and patient enough, to indulge your master but it is time information is divulged proper, 'else I take matters in to my own hands."
"I've told you what I can, and there's nothing more to be said." Mikh'a said firmly and pulled his face out of the man's grip. He rubbed at his jaw with an irritated look, then took a rapid step away as a hand came out to grab at him again. "You will leave my master to his business, you gave him the facilities to use and if it's your social gain from this you're worried about then fear not, you'll have your glory soon enough when he's deciphered his findings!" He was losing his temper, his patience already stretching too thin. Mikh'a may have come far, but he was still in the end the boy trying too much to be like his hero brother while wearing shoes that were far too big for him. Clearly he had lost his verbal sparring opponent's temper as well as an unsurprisingly large Elezen hand shot out and took him at the throat, slamming his small body back against the closest solid object - in this case it just happened to be a bookshelf.
Weren't they supposed to be calm, and collected, and put together, and Thal's Balls he could not believe how strong this nerdy Elezen that spent all his time locked in a tower was. Disoriented and vaguely aware that at least two books had dropped on either side of him, Mikh'a finally locked eyes with the man. "I've had enough of a little slave boy thinking he can talk down to me like he's something special. You've tested my patience enough and I've had the good grace to be kind enough to let you do what you think you need to do but you and your master's time is up." He shoved Mikh'a back again for good measure. "You may be spoiled enough to live above your station in your master's company but you will not disrespect me." He pulled the small Miqo'te away from the shelf then and shoved him toward the stairs instead. "Now walk. It is time to have my questions answered."
Mikh'a narrowed his eyes stubbornly and for the briefest instance it looked like he was going to pick a fight with the man... but to what end? Straightening up he turned around on his heels and took up a reluctant pace back to Erik again. He knew Erik would know they were coming, that locket was the link they needed for this kind of situation, but he was out of gambits to buy them more time 'lest a certain lazy dragon started terrorizing the town. ( Which Mikh'a sincerely hoped would not happen. )
"Move it."
Mikh'a looked over his shoulder hatefully, then started trudging up the stairs as he was given a rough shove to them.
He took only small comfort in the fact that he had a blind and childish view of the Immortal Flames. ( One due to be shattered at any point in time now. ) Erik had said it was possible they'd look to eradicate the Red Wings, but only as a last resort. Osric had said it was far more likely they'd be debriefed and disbanded and childishly he clung to the hope that this was what was going to happen. That they were talking quietly to Kahn'a, and anyone else that may have been caught and gone unreported to the wayward Red Wings scattered across Eorzea in that timeframe they'd been without contact now. That when they got whatever information it was that Erik was looking for to clear their names they would regroup with Montblanc and Raimy and be on their way to clear their names and be back to business as usual.
"--too long, I think I'll go check on it myself."
"What?" Mikh'a turned away from the window he had been staring out of. He'd nearly forgot where he was.
"I said your master's time was up."
"Surely you know as a researcher that these things take more time than a bell or two." Mikh'a started after the Elezen who turned and faced him, looking down at the boy. A hand reached up and snagged him by the chin, turning his face just slightly.
"This is my lab, boy, and I have been kind enough, and patient enough, to indulge your master but it is time information is divulged proper, 'else I take matters in to my own hands."
"I've told you what I can, and there's nothing more to be said." Mikh'a said firmly and pulled his face out of the man's grip. He rubbed at his jaw with an irritated look, then took a rapid step away as a hand came out to grab at him again. "You will leave my master to his business, you gave him the facilities to use and if it's your social gain from this you're worried about then fear not, you'll have your glory soon enough when he's deciphered his findings!" He was losing his temper, his patience already stretching too thin. Mikh'a may have come far, but he was still in the end the boy trying too much to be like his hero brother while wearing shoes that were far too big for him. Clearly he had lost his verbal sparring opponent's temper as well as an unsurprisingly large Elezen hand shot out and took him at the throat, slamming his small body back against the closest solid object - in this case it just happened to be a bookshelf.
Weren't they supposed to be calm, and collected, and put together, and Thal's Balls he could not believe how strong this nerdy Elezen that spent all his time locked in a tower was. Disoriented and vaguely aware that at least two books had dropped on either side of him, Mikh'a finally locked eyes with the man. "I've had enough of a little slave boy thinking he can talk down to me like he's something special. You've tested my patience enough and I've had the good grace to be kind enough to let you do what you think you need to do but you and your master's time is up." He shoved Mikh'a back again for good measure. "You may be spoiled enough to live above your station in your master's company but you will not disrespect me." He pulled the small Miqo'te away from the shelf then and shoved him toward the stairs instead. "Now walk. It is time to have my questions answered."
Mikh'a narrowed his eyes stubbornly and for the briefest instance it looked like he was going to pick a fight with the man... but to what end? Straightening up he turned around on his heels and took up a reluctant pace back to Erik again. He knew Erik would know they were coming, that locket was the link they needed for this kind of situation, but he was out of gambits to buy them more time 'lest a certain lazy dragon started terrorizing the town. ( Which Mikh'a sincerely hoped would not happen. )
"Move it."
Mikh'a looked over his shoulder hatefully, then started trudging up the stairs as he was given a rough shove to them.
