BansheeNow this was interesting to watch. Slade seemed intent on bringing Banshee to the source of the music, and Julian had disagreed - for what reason Banshee genuinely could not imagine. She would never harm the Good Music! It was only if the Bad Music played that she's kill him. But for now though there was a terrifying absence of any music and she did not yet know what this indicated. Regardless, though Julian now seemed disgruntled, he had given in to Slade's desire.
Lilia however seemed more firmly opposed, talking about danger and bad music and "killing mode". Banshee was unsure how to feel about this female. Naturally she was more inclined to prefer her company, simply because she'd known Lilia since her first mission (she'd been the one to escort Banshee to a mission and take her back to the lab afterwards) and had been training with her since before then. Why Lilia did not look at her, and did not seem keen on her coming out to hear the music, was beyond Banshee's understanding.
"Alright, you heard the prince. Let's try not to let him get killed, shall we? We need her hands and feet bound if we're going to take her out of her cell despite all common sense. It's a fetish, I know, but it's Prince Slade's private business so don't let rumors start flying around," Julian say, sounding a little bit annoyed, though this was covered by a jovial tone, and clapped his hands once. Two guards approached, bearing a rope, and Banshee blinked at them.
"D-Do be careful!" the Doctor said as the guards keys jingled in the lock of the door,
"I don't know if brutality will trigger a violent response." The guards nodded, entering the cell and surrounding Banshee, who stood there calmly (though her silver eyes were flicking between the three men).
"Hey little lady..." one of the guards murmured softly as if he were talking to an anxious stray dog rather than a person,
"S'okay. We ain't gonna hurt ya." Banshee's eyes remained trained on this man and she remained still as he gently reached out and took her hands, crossing her wrists and slowly tying them together.
"Atta girl," he said, continuing to speak in a comforting, and Banshee remained passive as another guard tied the knotted rope around her ankles (significantly less gently though her attention was trained on the speaking guard).
Banshee tested the ropes a little. They were thick and strong, but they wouldn't hold her should she attempt to escaped, so she allowed herself to remain tied. As the guards stepped back the one who'd not-so-gently tied the ropes around her ankles looked at the one who'd been speaking soothingly to her and scoffed.
"The hell was that Davidson? Taking to her like she's four? This is an assassin for gods sake!" Davidson shook his head slightly.
"Sorry Johnson. It's just... look at 'er. She looks like a puppy man, all confused and scared in a cage, not a cold blooded killer like she's said to be." Johnson scoffed again, gruffly shaking his head.
"Yer a madman. This ain't some innocent puppy - she's a murder." Davidson cast a glance in Banshee's direction, seeing the simple innocence and confusion in her silver eyes, and looked away again with a frown, saying nothing more.
Johnson nodded at his silence, then turned to the Prince.
"She's ready to go your Highness."