That was Nel's cue. She stepped forward, away from the wall and felt every pair of eyes fall onto her. It was unnerving, in a way. Even though she knew most of these people to be surrounded by so many of them at once while they discussed her master was uncomfortable.
"Of course," she said, nodding graciously to Kuja.
"It was difficult to get details," she began, looking at Even, Ienzo, and Kadaj first. "The guards in the prison didn't want to leave us alone for obvious reasons." Maybe they thought she'd try and smuggle something out. They'd certainly done a thorough search of her, more thorough on the way out than on the way in, she had to admit. "But they've been questioning him about Midgar's destruction, and the whereabouts of the stone."
She glanced at L, briefly. He'd been the one to set up her cover, making it look as if she'd been quietly cohabiting with Aizen for a couple of years, which she had, just not where they'd thought.
"The Galbadian authorities think I'm his girlfriend," as well as, now, one or two of the gossip rags in Archades itself which she hoped would die away quickly, "so we managed to speak in code on that basis, which also suggests they don't want word of what he's being questioned about to leave the prison. When I tried asking him what the charges were he told me it didn't matter, but then he asked me if I'd got rid of those horrible plates yet." Which was a pretty clear reference to Midgar to Nel's mind, since not only was she not responsible for purchasing the dinnerware, Aizen had never complained about it.
Most of their conversation had been like that. There was probably a significant chance that if the guards at the prison had thought she'd go out and tell the world Aizen was being held on suspicion of creating a philosopher's stone that she wouldn't have walked out of the prison. Aizen had been sure to couch everything he could in the most innocuously domestic terms possible.
She let herself look around the room, pausing when she got to Arc and giving him an gently apologetic smile. He hadn't known about his father's activities, which was for the best.
"He also said he'd put my birthday ring somewhere for safekeeping," she added, looking back to Kuja, "and if he wasn't out in time to give it to me I'd have to wait for it, so wherever the stone is, it's safe."
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Date: 2019-02-14 10:10 pm (UTC)"Of course," she said, nodding graciously to Kuja.
"It was difficult to get details," she began, looking at Even, Ienzo, and Kadaj first. "The guards in the prison didn't want to leave us alone for obvious reasons." Maybe they thought she'd try and smuggle something out. They'd certainly done a thorough search of her, more thorough on the way out than on the way in, she had to admit. "But they've been questioning him about Midgar's destruction, and the whereabouts of the stone."
She glanced at L, briefly. He'd been the one to set up her cover, making it look as if she'd been quietly cohabiting with Aizen for a couple of years, which she had, just not where they'd thought.
"The Galbadian authorities think I'm his girlfriend," as well as, now, one or two of the gossip rags in Archades itself which she hoped would die away quickly, "so we managed to speak in code on that basis, which also suggests they don't want word of what he's being questioned about to leave the prison. When I tried asking him what the charges were he told me it didn't matter, but then he asked me if I'd got rid of those horrible plates yet." Which was a pretty clear reference to Midgar to Nel's mind, since not only was she not responsible for purchasing the dinnerware, Aizen had never complained about it.
Most of their conversation had been like that. There was probably a significant chance that if the guards at the prison had thought she'd go out and tell the world Aizen was being held on suspicion of creating a philosopher's stone that she wouldn't have walked out of the prison. Aizen had been sure to couch everything he could in the most innocuously domestic terms possible.
She let herself look around the room, pausing when she got to Arc and giving him an gently apologetic smile. He hadn't known about his father's activities, which was for the best.
"He also said he'd put my birthday ring somewhere for safekeeping," she added, looking back to Kuja, "and if he wasn't out in time to give it to me I'd have to wait for it, so wherever the stone is, it's safe."