Tada! Decided to do this, and it's in my mind, all about Caleb and Phobos, with just a hint of Will to mix it up. I do wonder though.. If Caleb and Phobos are to an extent the same.. I'm thinking about what Phobs should think of Will..

Phobos tells Cedric off for letting Caleb sink, then sends him and Vathek after Caleb and Will as the group all go for lunch

"Cedric.." The word blew around the room like a breeze, forcing a chill over Cedric's stained features, guilt and fear smoldering from his eyes, but he bowed down. His breath raggedly cut the silence. "Caleb.."

Cedric's head shot up and the murmurers hissed at his suddenness. He wasn't in the murmur room, but the throne room and in the center of the jungle Cedric sought out his Majesty himself. Cedric's eyes bled out a pleading gaze, "Prince Phobos! I beg of you! An.." Cedric gulped, the pause allowing him to calm a little, "Ephemeral misjudgement of my own.. Sensibility towards it- eh -him."

"You left him for dead Cedric." The lack of anything except maybe a subtle hint of a smirk and possible mirth in the young prince's tone, left Cedric apprehensive.

"N-not-" Cedric stuttered, then changed his course, forcing the words to verbalize loud and clearly, "I did not realize that he could die my Lord."

"But you hoped." Cedric stared at the blonde hair, which floated, lengthly and consummately around the young man, who floated feet from his thrown. His eyes -hinting blue, though in darkness might appear grey- shone joviality, merriment despite his cruel natures. Anyone would easily suppose him an angel as he smiled slightly, a small humored chortle escaping his closed lips.

Cedric stood now, his head bowing down, he felt tears prickling on the surface of his eyes. His voice shook when he spoke, "I apologise my Prince. Do with me as you must."

...

"Get up ass-hole." Irma turned on the light in the Lin's basement, having had offered to wake up their rebel leader friend. She figured she'd go for the crueller method, if only for the fun.

"Will.." Irma's eyes just about shot out of her head as she clambered up the bed ladder, silently heaving a bucket in her hand.

"Did you say 'Will'?" She snorted as Caleb megerly shook his head, his face contorting in pain as he closed his eyes against the harsh lighting. She supposed that, this early from awakening, plus having hear the word 'ass-hole' referring to him, she could understand why he'd think it was Will waking him up. "Ir-MAA."

He snorted at her exhaddurated pronounciation. "I know it's you. I heard you calling me an ass.." She deemed his low mumble as evidence that he was still too close to sleeping to move. Not that she wanted to see him move according to Will, and Hay Lin - who had finally caught on. She threw the bucket of ice and water over his head, recieving a loud, "Skatá! Skýla sas! YOU BITCH!"

"That should solve your morning imparement." She smiled, stepping down from the ladder and leaving the room to meet three staring faces; Taranee and Cornelia looking horrified, while Hay Lin looked impressed. Irma shrugged, "He's awake."