Pax RP

"... My son is missing. And yes CP, sorta"

"Ah, now I see your stake in it. I would focus on him. Still, we need a solution he isn't going to just melt."

"True...hmm...if what CP and Fenrir said so far is true-that DP has been taken over by the taint...are the knights fighting him or helping him now then?" Yara asked, tilting her head

"I...I...well I am tempted to say it is a good idea to check the temple out, but at the same time, it is the enemy's base and so its suicide,right?" She said, shivering in nervousness that her decision might cause something bad to happen.


OOC note: I am trying to not end up breaking the plot in half and act ICly...atm I am not on computer so no skype, send me a PM if you have anything to discuss.

"I am already at the Temple. They are claiming to know nothing about the abduction"

"Then they may have nothing to do with it. If he IS evil, he may be acting without them. Of course, I may be wrong, but it is a possibility."

"... What colour were the eyes when you saw him?"

Yara nodded "....uh...if I was really really evil, which I am not, I'd make sure to dispose of everybody as if they were pawns and let them kill each other while laughing madly in my evil hideout which I don't have!....." Yara said excitedly at her guess, before nearly dying of embarassment.

"...I'm not evil so I'm not sure how I'd act if I was evil though....and DP is insane and crazy, he'd think of something that breaks any common sense in existence......." She mumbled under her breath."Does DP even have an evil hideout to laugh madly as he sees everybody destroying each other anyways?I don't really think he has one...but either way, he might be doing that to the knights and us!"

"Glowing Red. Why?"

"The answer is simple. That signifies he has gone evil. Any other time his eyes have been glowing white. I had an Agent that was around him briefly and saw him evil back then, in the original EC"

"So, my guess is correct. Lovely...And he clearly has no loyalty to you either."

She took a long drag on her pipe.

"Well then, we need to get things started. The longer he gets what he wants, the less we can easily stop him."

"So...any ideas on how to get started in the first place, Fenrir?" She asked, tilting her head."He gave us little to no leads-except the knights themselves, if they accept betraying their old man."

The Lead Knight just stared back.

"Look, we have no reason to take your son, and every reason not to. SO why the holy fuck do you think we did it?"

He then sighed, took a step outside the barrier, and looked up at the element of Evil.

"I cannot believe I am about to say this, but take a look inside my head, at my memories. You can do that, right? If a Knight took your son, I would know. Just remember, you are the one breaking the contract right now. Any wrong moves, and the Knights will unleash full hell on you."

The Temple

The Collector watched as Tom stepped out of the barrier, glowing red eyes narrowed. "... You had better prepare yourself, my method for such with mortals is rather... rough" the entity brought up a hand that was not snake but humanoid looking, before placing it on top of Toms head. The fingers became tendrils and went and slithered down to go into the eyes and around the back to the brain-to envelope it so she could look through his memories while she held him still. It would be highly uncomfortable and probably quite alarming, but it would not be painful.

Temple of Insanity

Solveig cringed at the shouting, about to answer the water elemental only for her to ask such a leading question. They had no reason to even consider it! "We didn't-" she tried to speak out, though quickly silenced herself when Tom rushed right by to handle the situation at hand.

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Corrupted Cave

"... I see..."

Not being able to make heads or tails of whatever machines stolen, partially that she wasn't her area of experience and no noticeable signs to give a straight answer. Yet, being an Ala, was certain on one thing among the stuff stolen by Au'Marui... Lots of Energy.

Tom thought he was prepared, but he never felt a pain like this. He had a friend who suffered from Migraines - and if that was anywhere close to how he felt now, he pitied that poor woman.

What was worse were the images that flashed through his mind. It seemed as if the collector was indexing his entire memory, trying to find any hint as to the fate of her son. He knew she'd find nothing, but she was digging as deep as she could go to be sure he wasn't hiding anything. He had to constantly fight his instinct to fight back and hide stuff. He knew that if he wasn't completely open and she found nothing, she'd still suspect. No, for this gambit to work, he'd have to give complete access.....