Pax RP

Zerexe took his hand, smiling slightly as she closed her eyes to focus. "Ah...Let's."

Ariel was contemplating her next move when Drausus and Zerexe splashed down next to her.

"Ack! What are you doing here?" The Mad God responded once everyone had surfaced.

"Given the threat in question, it be unwise to let you alone manage the problem," the Jentil explained bluntly. A stark contrast to the Distortionist once in service to Au'Marui.

Suddenly the travellers into the womans mind were sucked down by quite a lot, as the ocean of nothing but pure Frustration built up a tidal wave ready to splash back down over the modern city, the tops of the buildings now exposed to the surface.

Zerexe looked around slowly, pushing herself up. "I know rage and frustration. It has a source, even if that source is biology." She looked up at the wave forming, looking to Drausus if she should try and block it with her own. It made sense to her.

Drausus turned to watch the looming mass of animosity. "Hold it back, Zerexe. Normally flooding rage with rage might be risky with mortals, I believe this woman to be of sturdy stuff," he explained whilst briefly checking out in reality. Splitting mental focus was a skill of Distortionists, and he kept alert for any warning signs observable of the aggressor's body.

Ariel: I think we have to go down to find the source. Good news is this isn't water - and even the concept of drowning is somewhat abstract - we should be good to "swim" down to that city - I have a feeling that is where we'll find the source.

::Ariel didn't wait for the two tag-alongs, instead diving down towards the city.::

As Ariel dived, she'd see the city below them wasn't just a modern city. It was a modern city from Earth, from the UK specifically. It was London, and it was bustling with various types of public and private transports as well as many, many people.... Except it wasn't making any noise at all. The people below were entirely silent, even though some looked like they were talking to each other. However, there was on occasion a random bird noise that seemed to echo around the place. Never the same species, and what they were saying was entirely gibberish

Zerexe took a deep breath and let out a deafening scream as she flooded her own rage and frustration back to push it back and disrupt it, She held herself there until she was sure it was disrupted. On the extra beneficial side, Zerexe doesn't need to breathe, so she can't drown anyways.

Rolling his eyes, the Jentil stood back as Zerexe went to challenge rage for rage. Yes, though diving into a sea of whatever poses its own risk, he thought to himself. Before leaping in after the Mad God, he let behind a mental tether for the golden woman. Best to keep together in this mindscape.

The tidal wave of frustration hit Zerexes yell of frustration and rage, and was held there in a stalemate, both of them being so strong.

Drausus would see exactly the same thing as Ariel

"... Can't decipher this noise," the Jentil grumbled among the avian noises. Drausus would drift himself over to the God of Insanity once spotted in the city. "Potentially a memory of this woman... Though London of all places?"

Ariel stared down "It's not intelligable - but as that stands out, so I have a feeling that is where we need to go. Just gotta figure out where it is coming from....sounds like over there, i think?"

With that Ariel swam down toward where she thought the sounds might be coming from, hoping she was right.

As they descended deeper under the ocean of emotion, they'd find that the noises became more localised to one area, a seemingly innocuous spot in the historical city. However, stood in said spot was a larger than life red dragon. The storm Dragon once known as Red in fact, and not one, not two, not even three but five representations of the woman who now lay unconscious in Pax. Each of them was in various states of opacity, barely remembered, bar the one who was making the unintelligible bird noises. This one looked over to them with no emotion at all bar frustration in her eyes. The one starting to fade just kneeled in front of the gleeful Red sobbing uncontrollably, another, more faded, seemed to be trying to impress the creature by giving it compliments. The fourth, the second most faded was a total contrast to these. She was trying to be stereotypically heroic and stubbornly making threats at Red. The very, very ladt one, the most faded and almost entirely forgotten hid behind a building.

Zerexe stayed on top for now, fighting emotion with emotion. Though after a minute or two, she stopped to try a new plan, aiming to soak it into herself. If anyone knew how to handle sheer rage and frustration, she figured it was her. Plus, she knew how to vent it off after. She could siphon it into herself with her bracelets and act as a vessel.