Failed Persuasion Check!

Michael slowly awakens and he grimaces at the pain in his temple and the hard cold stone floor he was lying on. He glances around the room and releases a long sigh... There was no furniture in the room aside from a waste bucket that smelt like it'd already been used.

There was a single barred window, and after taking a peek out of it, he finds that he's been placed at the top of one of the academy's towers like some kind of fairytale princess. The place was almost completely dark, with only the two moon's illuminating the academy grounds.

The only other thing of note was the single, thick oak door that had an eye-level panel that slid to the side, presumably to deliver food and inspect the 'prisoner'.

Yeah, things weren't looking too good, and his chance of escape was slim to none, even with Ether Shock, he doubted he'd be able to make a dent in the bars in the window, or the wood of the door.

He sits against the wall as his stomach grumbles its complaints, he'd missed almost three days worth of food now, and he was definitely feeling it. He stands and walks to the door, knocking on it a couple times, "Hello!? I'm starving in here! You wouldn't let me die before my punishment, right?!" he shouts, causing footsteps to begin walking down the hallway towards his cell.

Upon seeing the face, Michael almost cheers at his good luck... The unmistakable green hair and stern eyes made it obvious that Fouquet was in charge of guarding him, and with his knowledge of her, it wouldn't be hard to gain her assistance.

However, before he's even able to speak, a wood tray with dry bread and half a rotten-looking apple is roughly pushed through the panel. It hits him in the face as he's' too late to respond, earning him a small bruise on the bridge of his nose as the woman behind the door smirks in response. "Is that all? Or do you wish for more?"

Michael scowls, straightening his back and locking eyes with the woman, "I wouldn't take that tone with me, Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt."

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Fouquet's eyes sharpen as she glances around to see if anyone was around to hear him, "You must be mistaken, isn't that thief supposed to be a man?"

Michael snorts, "I don't know, you look pretty feminine to me-Guhk!*" he groans as a fist strikes him in the nose, causing him to fall backwards... He quickly gets back up again after blinking the tears away, "Look! You know as well as I do that if I start talking then you're fucked. I know about your planned heist, and I know that you want the Staff of Destruction. So listen up or else!"

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Fouquet squints in consternation at his claims, as no one else should even be aware that she was planning a heist, and definitely not that she was targeting the Staff of Destruction... Was this boy able to read her mind? "What do you want?" she grouses, wondering if it'd be safer to just kill him now and claim it as suicide.

"You will help me escape. Or I'll tell everyone that'll hear it, your secrets."

...

Fouquet frowns and looks contemplative, tapping her foot as if thinking hard about something. After a couple moments, she smiles and draws her wand, "I wonder, how capable is your wandless magic, familiar?" she asks as she chants a spell Michael hadn't ever heard before.

He tries to dodge to the side fearing an attack, but doesn't expect a thread of words to slide through the panel and wrap themselves around his calf. It doesn't burn or anything, but an itchy sensation occurs as the words tattoo themselves into his leg... He quickly stands and marches over to the door with an angry look once he realises it isn't dangerous though, "What did you do to me?"

Fouquet shrugs, "Let's see you spill my secrets now, familiar." she chuckles, "Oh, it looks like my time is now up... I look forward to your execution." she says as she walks away, Michael's heart leaping out of his chest as he calls after her... Unfortunately, he is unable actually refer to her as her criminal name... It seems that whatever spell she'd cast was preventing him from spilling her secrets...

"Damn! Maybe threatening her probably wasn't the best way to go about it, but how else would I get her help!? It isn't like she'd do it out of the good of her heart!" he mutters, punching the wall and receiving a sore hand for his troubles.

The next teacher who arrives to guard his door is a plump-looking woman who ignores any of his attempts to actually converse with her. Making Michael sure that he wasn't getting out of this situation with his head still attached.

He sits down in the corner of the room where he couldn't be seen from the door and summons the 'Book of Commoners', flipping it open to see if there were any solutions.

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Name : Michael Hunt

Rank : Common

Stats :

Strength : 5

Agility : 7

Intelligence : 8

Abilities :

[Gandalfr] : Enables user to utilise any weapon at two ranks above their current proficiency while granting them to knowledge necessary to use them. While wielding a weapon, temporarily gain +100% in all stats.

[Language Comprehension] : Enables user to understand all spoken tongues, and increase the rate of which they learn reading and writing.

[Curse of Silence - (Origin: Matilda)] : Prevents user from speaking, scribing, or making any attempts to reveal restricted information.

Spirits :

Shadow Shaman : Lvl 1+

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Fortunately, other than the new curse adorning his status, it looked as if he might have a way out... His duel with Guiche must've provided enough experience to level up his Shadow Shaman spirit. Though, he wasn't sure if any of its abilities would actually help him in this situation...

Spirit : Shadow Shaman

Level : 1+

Abilities :

Carnival Tricks (Rank 0) : Allows user to form ephemeral shapes, creatures, and patterns to amuse, distract, or frighten.

Ether Shock (Rank 1) : Casts a cone of ethereal energy that strikes multiple enemies.

Hex (Rank 0) : Temporarily transforms the target into a harmless chicken.

Shackle (Rank 0) : Magically binds an enemy in ethereal threads while also dealing damage throughout the duration

Serpent Wards (Rank 0) : Summons multiple Serpent Wards to attack any nearby enemies.

...

Yeah, there wasn't really an ability that'd directly help here. Nothing to burn the door, melt or bend the bars... Or even teleport him out of his cell... He might be able to distract his guards with Carnival Tricks, but that would be a single chance option, with a high possibility of not working.

Though... He did get an idea after glaring at the options for a few minutes. One that might just save his ass this one time. It was a long shot, but it might actually work... He levels up Hex and prays that whatever god was watching wouldn't screw him now.