by Basil Benson » Sun Jul 10, 2016 2:33 pm
"They're not irrelevant and I never said as such!" He snapped back at her, which again wasn't usual to his character at all. "The Bailey is the chimp, is the policeman, and is my problem!"
He explained, and started pacing about to calm himself and clear his thoughts up.
Now that the girls were actually in the room with him, they could get a better look at their new environment. It was rather sparse all things considered, as was somewhat the standard of a 'bohemian' lifestyle. It was clean however, what few possessions the entity seemed to have were placed orderly at a table in one corner of the room. In The other, a pile of lavish looking cushions were sprawled into the corner to lay upon, next to what almost looked like a television set that would be used in some dystopian Steampunk future, with what must have been a communication device judging by the giant microphone plugged into it.
He finally spoke up again once he had sorted himself out enough to relay things to Haley, Sam, and Colette.
"I was minding my own business eating with you when alla the sudden this cop-like bloke just shows up outta nowhere and starts issuing me orders and I sez 'who the bloody fuck are you?' and he sez 'who are you?!' We got inna fight, but I got th'betta'ov'im and locked him in the chokey." This entity seemed pleased with itself for doing so judging by the fact his expression was smug as he thumbed his own nose, though only Sam was likely to know what he was referring to exactly.
" 'Hard cheese, f'him' I think to myself.
But then the trouble began. Things started getting sticky, eh? Dangerous even." The only person likely to know what he was referring to with that wasn't currently present, though Colette might have an idea that he was referring to whatever sent him to that police station the night before his mother arrived.
"So then I thought the lil'gobshite seemed to be real interested in telling me what't'do as if he knew something I didn't, so maybe he did know something I didn't? So I tell'im he can come out to play too, jus'so long as he don't try to do me harm again and understands that I'm the one running this circus. And he was going along with it just fine, until today! Now I wake up and he's not here, you all are!
He had to have tricked me somehow! How else would I be going about my business and then just pass out? "
This Basil was exceptionally animated and expressive. When he spoke, his head moved in such a fashion that his hair bounced with it, making him look just a bit like a whimsical and fluffy bobble head. His eyes likewise made his emotional state an open book, and his anger with the policeman's betrayal was quite clear.
When he talked, he spoke with his hands, and the flailing of the limbs made a set of golden handcuffs on his left wrist very apparent, one of which was shackled on his wrist, the other open and jangling about like a piece of gaudy jewelry.