The first day is spent with searching the screens for those he knows. Familiar faces. when he does find them, he watches intently, perhaps searching for something else- then moving on to the next, or the next, in search of something else. Eventually, though, the King's attention is pulled towards the rest of the room - he frowns at the sparseness, but does try and make some sort of order of it. If others haven't already, he sets up a few of the camp beds and sets them aside to be used, but he himself won't rest for some time.
Indeed, he seems almost restless, pacing the room. Perhaps trying to tire himself out enough to sleep?
day two///
As others arrive, Ansem will look them over with a slight frown, but- it seems more concerned than anything else. Part of him had hoped they would stop with what they had, but at this rate...
"...this entire situation was a trap."
And they fell for it. So easily. He withdraws for part of the day, staring at the televisions or laying on his back on a cot and gazing up at the ceiling. Morose? Perhaps.
Or simply pensive.
day three///
"I have some basic requests."
It's spoken quietly, but not to anyone in the room- instead, Ansem is standing next to the wall from which he (and presumably, the others) had entered the room.
"While I understand your perceived need to these...circumstances, you are doing the opposite of endearing us to you. The requests will not compromise your security, and go far in mending what damage you have already caused by bringing us here against our wills."
It's worth a try, isn't it? He'll be waiting there most of the day, occasionally repeating himself or even tapping on the wall in an attempt to attract the attention of their 'hosts'.
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The first day is spent with searching the screens for those he knows. Familiar faces. when he does find them, he watches intently, perhaps searching for something else- then moving on to the next, or the next, in search of something else. Eventually, though, the King's attention is pulled towards the rest of the room - he frowns at the sparseness, but does try and make some sort of order of it. If others haven't already, he sets up a few of the camp beds and sets them aside to be used, but he himself won't rest for some time.
Indeed, he seems almost restless, pacing the room. Perhaps trying to tire himself out enough to sleep?
day two///
As others arrive, Ansem will look them over with a slight frown, but- it seems more concerned than anything else. Part of him had hoped they would stop with what they had, but at this rate...
"...this entire situation was a trap."
And they fell for it. So easily. He withdraws for part of the day, staring at the televisions or laying on his back on a cot and gazing up at the ceiling. Morose? Perhaps.
Or simply pensive.
day three///
"I have some basic requests."
It's spoken quietly, but not to anyone in the room- instead, Ansem is standing next to the wall from which he (and presumably, the others) had entered the room.
"While I understand your perceived need to these...circumstances, you are doing the opposite of endearing us to you. The requests will not compromise your security, and go far in mending what damage you have already caused by bringing us here against our wills."
It's worth a try, isn't it? He'll be waiting there most of the day, occasionally repeating himself or even tapping on the wall in an attempt to attract the attention of their 'hosts'.