Fall From Glory

Excitement

"Did you hear? Haint and the others escaped!" Ruy exclaimed.

"Bully for them," Umber grouched.

"I wish we could escape," Glimmer moaned, miserable.

"Props to them." Alvar sighed while tracing a crack on the wall with his teal eyes.

Trix grunted agreement.

"If they could do it, why can't we?" Gethen challenged.

"Because we're lame?" Umber offered.

"I'm not." Ruy grinned.

The Shade snorted. "If all, you're the epitome."

"Ouch," he replied with a heart to his heart.

"Did that hurt more than when you fell on your head and knocked all your sense out?" Umber grumbled, crossing her arms moodily.

Alvar, Brant, and Glimmer snorted in tandem. 

"Not entirely wrong," Trix muttered.

Gethen rolled his eyes at their immaturity. "We have better things to discuss."

"Like what? The fact that, in twenty four attempts, we haven't escaped and yet the Secondary Council did this morning, kicking our asses?" Ruy asked with an eyebrow raise. "Yeah, we can talk about that."

"Listen-"

"Not another one of your harebrained speeches. We've tried every trick in the book, and none have gotten us even remotely close to escaping," the Psionipath snapped, irritation welling.

Brant sighed. "If you hadn't sabotaged us-"

"I didn't last time! In fact, I helped you all out, and we still lost," he contested grumpily.

Alvar began sporadically tapping out a random rhythm on the ground with his left hand, eyes glazed and unresponsive.

"Alvar, enough." Gethen ordered, to no avail.

"Alvar!" Brant snapped his fingers in the Vanisher's face. Still nothing.

Umber kicked his legs, but got no response that showed that the Vanisher was even alive.

"Alvy," Ruy whined, positioning his face directly in front of Alvar's. He leaned closer until they were practically breathing the same air.

"Ahh!" Alvar jumped back and scrambled away from Ruy, who smirked and rocked back on his haunches. "What the hell was that for?"

"Why, you were zoning out, Alvy. You didn't realize? What else could it be?" Ruy wondered, tone slyly innocent.

Alvar sputtered. "B-b-but you-you're asking me? N-nothing, just a w-weird way of getting me to p-pay attention."

"Mmhmm, doubtful." The Psionipath kept at it.

Alvar sighed, feigning annoyance. "We have things to do, Ruy."

"And we do, too," Ruy replied, voice borderline sly.

"And you can do that after we get out," Trix crossed his arms in superior irritation.

"So quit your clandestine implications, and find a successful way out of here." Umber added, tone dark.

"I've tried. We've all tried. It's hopeless, Umber."

"Appealing with my code name isn't going to change anything," the Shade reminded him before releasing a sigh.

"I wasn't appealing," Ruy snapped. "I was prodding you politely. There are a lot of other things I could have called you instead of your code name."