0022 - [Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[On level one, part of the hallway seems to be obstructed. Fast-moving briar thorns are covering certain doorways, causing an impenetrable forcefield around some of the earlier doors. One in particular seems to be locked down: that of the Risen Emperor.

In the Emperor's room, Scorpius stands near the sleeping bed of Aslan, touching his forehead to check if he's truly out.

He is.

There's a smile back to the camera, as he considers his audience]

And now his power is mine.

Here he'll sleep, for a hundred years. And there is nothing left you can do about it.

Comments

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[Horatio is clearly unconcerned by the scowl. He has Scorpius's attention, and that was his first objective here.]

As well as it could, in a place that brooks no roots.

[He bows a low, flourishing bow, and sits as invited.]

You've laid a lovely table, Sir. Most befitting to the import of your guest, I feel.

[Yes he's sort of complimenting Scorpius, but mainly still himself.]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[He sits down as Horatio does, drumming his fingers on the table]

I was given..proper incentive.

Are you vegetarian?

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

No Sir. But it's thoughtful of you to ask.

[A smile, this time one that shows off his rows of large white teeth.]

Did you have any magic before you stole the prince?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I had precisely the same amount of magic as I do now. What I have in addition is power, influence. Things far more important than magic.