What would you do if...

[Ren]

...you were stuck in a dungeon with two guys because you tried to break into the castle because your dog ran in it, and there was another girl (or, uh, A girl if you're not one...xD) but she randomly got stolen away in the middle of the night and the person who took her put a sleep spell on the guy who likes her and he's PANICKING now because he's terrified of magic and the other guy just told him, "The only possible way she could be in a worse situation than she was before she disappeared was if she's in a worse prison or got killed," and he only heard the last part? Oh, and for plot purposes you need to get OUT that morning because if you stayed stuck in there there'd be no huge dramatic final climax fight scene during the breakfast feast when everyone FINALLY comes together again. Including the ones who hate each other and the one friend who a different friend saw would betray her. =D

....xDDD I write such weird stories. But I need help on this. And weird ideas work too, 'cuz the dog running into the castle was a PRETTY random suggestion from a friend but it got me pretty far too. =DDDD

[Cobalt]

Personally? I would probably smack both of the guys upside the head, and tell them to get a grip. Or at least to be more helpful/optimistic.

You know, from my perspective, the whole idea doesn't really seem crazy at all. XD I write weird stuff, too, so it's not like it's a big deal for me.

...Sorry if that was totally unhelpful. It probably was. -.-;;;

[Ren]

...it's not very IC of Nysa. She generally is the one groaning while one guy slaps the other. It's amusing. xD And I can imagine the look on the other two's faces if she DID...xD Aw, see, now I'm gonna have to try it.

xP Well, if you know the WHOLE plot it's not that weird. It just sounds strange when I put it all into two long run-on sentences...o-O xD

[Ren]

Hrmmmm...here's what I got:

Allan’s face was pressed against the bars. Still. Again. But this time, he had a look of intense concentration, and I wondered if he wasn’t going to attempt to force the door off with his face.
But his eyes were glittering as he glanced at Arian and me. “Listen!” he said eagerly, voice low. “The guards are talking.”
Arian, obviously fed up with the younger boy’s escape attempts, pointedly kept his seat at the back wall, one leg crossed over the other, inspecting his fingernails. I sighed and reluctantly went over to where Allan listened.
“Prisoners,” snorted one guard quite loudly in response to something the other one had said. “Don’t know why he doesn’t kill them all, useless things.”
“Don’t be so sour.”
“Easy for you to say! Your shift ends first. You’ll get to hear the news before me.”
“Yeah, well…”
“There’s some sort of announcement feast,” Allan’s voice was in my ear. “For dinner. Both of them want to go.”
Arian’s gaze was scathing on our backs, and I could hear what he wasn’t saying. I had to give it voice. “Allan, you’re not going to try talking with them.”
He glared at me. I didn’t know how he kept the energy to be desperate so long. “Why not?”
“It’s the oldest trick in the book! No one would fall for it—”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t try—”
“I keep telling you to shut up.” Arian stood now, arms crossed, his own glare sharp and irritated. “At least till you start making sense.”
Allan turned around, his attention leaving me in a second. Face-off. Oh, joy. “Don’t see you coming up with any brilliant ideas,” he snapped. Arian raised an eyebrow.
“I just gave you one. Shut it.”
“Oh, what a wonderful rescue plan!”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, O Humble Idiot, we are the ones who need rescuing.”
“Escape plan, then—”
“Haven’t you listened to a word I’ve been telling you? There. Is. No. Escaping. We’re in the dungeon of the most important castle of the Empire—”
“You don’t care about Rissa at all, do you?”
It was an unexpected angle, and Arian actually fell silent for a moment. It was an ominous silence, though. That was one place you didn’t go with any of them—any of us—and I knew full well that Arian could outfight Allan any day.
“I don’t care about Rissa,” the redhead echoed at last, voice and expression all sharp edges. He took a step closer, hands tilted in a way that made me wonder if they hadn’t found all his daggers after all, and his next words cut cruelly less than a foot from Allan’s face. “You know what I think, Allan? I think I care a whole d--n lot more than you. I think maybe Rissa’s right about one thing, everyone hates the imp, but the imp is almost always right. I think maybe you should get as far away from this magic family before you get into more than you can handle. I think,” and every word was laced with malice, “I think that if you want Rissa back at all, it’s for your own selfish fears, not for her sake, and that she’d be a whole lot better off without you.”
Allan was flinching now, hands clenched, pressed back against the bars as if the words has physical force. “I—”
But even as the last echoes of the word faded he slumped, unable to speak, to find the words to contradict his older companion. His breath came short, and I flinched myself because I can never stand to see someone crying. Arian gave him one last contemptuous look then turned, head high, to walk toward the back wall, all straight-backed, aristocratic scorn.
So much like Turas.
I was startled by the thought, but in an instant I could place it. I could remember Turas from the island—not this strange, desperate Turas I knew now, but the one who laughed when Cook brought her wrath down on one of us, who was never there when there was work to be done, who would give us his amused, condescending look whenever there was a fight going on.
It wasn’t just his look, it was Arian’s too. And this wasn’t the same kind of fight.
Too much like Turas, d--n it!
My hand shot out before I could think, and Arian recoiled, not fast enough in his show of pride to avoid the slap.
“Leave him alone, will you? He’s a kid! What would you have done—”
“Exactly what I’m doing now,” he growled, and I lifted my own head and turned away from him because we both knew it was a lie.

And that was great for char development an' all that, nevermind that it hardly went the way you suggested (xD) but now I'm stuck again. n-n; Any more ideas? xD