Nasar tries to contain his own pained reaction to the burn wounds that the interrogator has. ”You should carry around a wand of cure light wounds, they’re cheap for the amount of healing you get out of them. That might explain why the warden wanted me to get to A block, probably was trying to bait me to get me within the grasp of Caprise. Now, I’m very curious about that tablet that Caprise apparently has. I would like to know more about this item and how it works.”
She drops her head as her body is weak from the fight and injuries. T...the slab is attuned to his Shadow, a ledger that keeps track mentally of every person he has on the field that he has freed. It is a slab that reeks of Enchantment magic. It draws to those who wish to dominate others...
"I know. I know. You must be tired but we aren't finished yet." Nasar puts a finger under her chin to lift her head back up. " Now speaking of shadows, what Caprise's? What kind of power does it have? I'd assume what it can do, but our shadows are not that predictable, as you surely have found out."
Her body visibly growing weak and her breathing a bit labored she lets out a simple. I have no idea, what he does with his subjects is beyond my understanding of manifestations.
Deract picks out the Ichor Geode from Nasar and holds it up as if he's going to throw it on the ground. Maybe this stone will tell us what you won't its full of memories anyway right?
Her head shoots up in distress as her eyes open for just a moment for Nasar to see the desperation in her eyes, No please you can't! Her eyes droop as she breathes heavily, Please... I need them... She drops her head down. His Shadow stains the mind, in exchange for full submissive control, Caprise can utilize a subject however he pleases... See through ones eyes, speak the words out ones mouth, tell them to walk wherever he pleases and should they deem it unfit he just does it himself by the use of his Shadow. She coughs, That's the price of freedom these days ay? She gives a half hearted smile. In the span of these last 3 minutes her body looks to be much weaker and feebler as the seconds pass. As if her body is just shutting down for some reason.
Nasar grows visibly frustrated with every word she speaks, but he maintains his composure as he continues to hold her up. "You poor thing, led into this false freedom. Tell me, ms. Interrogator, what will happen when if we shatter that stone? What is it that you were so afraid of? Is being separated from it draining your life? or is Caprise slowly killing you off as we speak as he has deemed it so?"
She shakes her head slowly, No that's not it, ever since I was young I knew I had this gift. As a child I would eat but it would never suffice. I needed more. Those Ichor Relics act as my fuel. Only obtainable through the theft of others memories. This prison is a feeding frenzy as these people are not strong willed enough to escape my mental grasp. I use those to keep me alive. She looks up at Nasar almost helplessly, I am a dream eater if you will... without those I would grow weak and perish.
Deract puts his hand down, So you... eat these?
She nods without speaking.
"Fantastic!" Nasar can't help himself from laughing with excitement. "You hear that, Deract? A gods damned dream eater! You truly are something special; I knew it since when we first talked. So does that mean you've had this shadow since you were a child?" With his free hand, Nasar motions for Deract to give him the stone. " I'm so thrilled to have met you, ever since I've come to this plane, I've encountered so many wonderful people, but you perhaps may take first place. I have so much I wish to know about you now!' Nasar awaits for Deract to hand him the stone as he is planning to reward her compliance so she doesn't keel over a die right here.
Deract hands the stone over as he looks at the scroll and vial with a similar hue.
She looks up at him and gives a half hearted smile. Don't flatter me, I'm tied up in a chair because I failed to turn your secrets inside out. Caprise will take matters into his own hands if I don't come back with any info. But you have me here, I'm not sure if he's aware my mission was a failure but should I not return he will see for himself through my eyes.
" Well, that's true. Yout, you did lose. And that's ok, many people have lost to us. That's just the nature of things. You had no way of knowing that, plus you didn't antagonize us THAT much. Don't get me wrong, I don't take someone going after my friends lightly, but the only reason you got this far was that my mate here isn't well fortified up here. So if I'm being completely honest, I'm not that offended with what has happened so far. And besides, I enjoy sweet talking those that I take a liking to."Nasar holds the stone out to her. "What do you suppose will happen after this is done, when block A becomes warden-less, and Caprise draws his last breath?"
She clasps the stone in her bound hands as she breathes a sigh of relief, the gold aura flows into her arms as her burns and wound heal. Her eyes revert to a more calmer and collected woman’s eyes. She shrugs at the question now that she is feeling better, I don’t see the realistic nature of that happening chum. Caprise isn’t just going to lay down and die. He’s nothing like me, he’s ruthless, and thorough he will find a way to take you down. She bears no hatred when she says this, moreover her assurance of what she thinks is true.
"Huh, so you don't consume them but absorb them. Interesting." Nasar stretches his arms above his head, popping his shoulders since he was asleep on the floor for who knows how long. He smiles at her as he continues. "Thank the gods. I hope he will put up a fight. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed our two skirmishes, but I want a proper fight outside of our minds. But I want a serious answer. When we turn him into a blood eagle before mounting his head on the front door of this prison as a demonstration as to what happens to anyone that dares step out of line in ANY way that obstructs me or anyone I hold dear, what do you think will happen next? What, my dear interrogator, will you do next?"
Her blank expression speaks volume, she looks at Nasar now with a cleaner and more livelier face. Thought a bit disheartened, her eyes survey the room a bit lost. I-I haven’t really a clue, it’s not something I’ve thought about for the 28 years I’ve been serving this taskmaster in this prison. She tilts her head to the side then the other side, Suppose I could see… no they all passed away in the war. Maybe I’ll visit Osiria, maybe work as an Innkeeper in a bustling town like Andorran or Magnimar. Or go up North, the ideas are limitless but I’ve not much to my name besides… well besides Caprise who’s kept me employed all these years. She drops her head a bit depressed, I don’t have anyone but him and his network of monsters, but that’s a gang… Not a family.
"Heavens, the time has been wonderful to you. Work for 28 years here, yet I could've sworn you were younger than that."
Nasar rests his chin in his hands like a high schooler listening to a boring lecture. He sits there in silence as he analyzes her face, searching for the right words to convey his understanding. "Solitude...is a hell of a forge. Sometimes you come out broken and in shambles. And for others, people like us, you become something special. A shiny gem flowing down the river of fate, waiting for something, anything to lift you from the depths and show off your wonder. If exploring is what you wish, then go for it. Search the realms for purpose, I have done so myself, but I'll spoil the ending for you.
Instead, I want to give you an opportunity a something more worth your time if you so desire. A place where you can continue in a similar line of work as you do now; I could make excellent use of your talents for espionage, or if you wished to settle down and live a more peaceful life, I could grant you that as well. Either of those options comes with the luxury of true freedom, not this indentured servitude you have here. That is the door I open to you. Whether you walk through it once we're done or at a later date, regardless you will be welcomed."
She looks around, visibly worried about turning her back on someone so powerful. I can't say at this time, should you take him down. I might consider, I've seen this go down before in many different ways over the years. She looks away towards the door, Maybe this one will be different... She gasps as she looks around frantically. The time! What time is it I need to report back to him!
”How…how would I know? You guys don’t have a clock in here, which is poor interior design if I must say.”
Nasar stands up and undoes her wrist restraints, ” What a weird day, snapped that guy’s arm, fought the brain snake again, had a nice chat. I should thank you by the way m’am, when we had our first tussle you helped me remember someone important to me. You should remember not to stay single minded about your powers, they have more uses than you give them credit for.”
Deract goes to unhook the manacle on her leg but as he crouches her shadow forms, it brandishes its teeth and hisses as it bites down on the clasping hinge of the manacle snapping it open. She stands up and gives a bow before she walks over to the door, Demon, you should lie in the chair and pretend to sleep, as should you Nasar on the floor. Wait until a guard comes in to wake so you can be ushered back to your cells. She steps out as her snake can be heard rattling in the distance, Good luck.
Once she exits the room, Nasar whispers to Deract before they assume their positions. ”I’m curious; that went almost too well. Well, I guess it’s nap time. If those guards aren’t here soon, I might fall asleep for real.” Nasar laughs a bit as he gets “comfortable” on the floor, waiting for the guard.
They all get down and close their eyes, after an indiscernible amount of time the door is creaked open. A sigh is heard before a foot is felt against Nasar's side. Up and at em, back to your cells. Deract and Nasar are seperated as he is returned back to his cell. After a few hours they are ushered into the cafe once more for breakfast. They are each given bread and butter, as Nasar walks up to retrieve his meal a guard holds his hand out to stop the other from giving him water.
The guard scowls at the other guard. Have you no sense asshat? Remember they said he gets to choose. The guard snatches the water away as the guard asks, We have milk, water, and apple juice... The people waiting behind Nasar don't look too happy about having to wait for Nasar to pick his drink...
”Huh…never had apple juice, that sounds delightful. I’ll take that please.” Nasar reaches out for his Caprise Sun juice pouch to go with his breakfast so he can sit with the boys again.
Nasar goes to sit down with the fellas with his juice. The yellow toothed man smiles as Nasar cops a squat, Some show you put on yesterday. Ain't seen no action like that since Arturo speared a guard off the top of this here cafe skylight. He points upward to the open area above them. The cafe as previously mentioned is an open air area where the cells line the walls of the cafe upward. Guards stand atop the walls looking... watching... The man gives a laugh before he glances at Nasar's apple juice. Now how'd you manage one of those. They don't just give em out.
Nasar chuckles at his choice of words, but his chuckle slowly turn a tad more serious as he speaks.
”That’s weird you said that cause they literally gave it to me. I got to…choose…That’s not normal huh?”
The large Big Show looking character looks apprehensively as he shakes his head, No,not normal at all. The explains why everyone behind you looked about ready to shank ya.
The yellow toothed man bites his lip a bit nervously. Well someones got an eye on your ass. Don't let everyone see all that though. Last thing you wanna get labeled is a favorite. He brings Nasar a bit closer, Now listen I found your lil friend. Reason why nobody's seen him on the floor is because... He glances around, Well I'm sure you know the kids some kinda... not human. So they have him separated in a different spot. That much I know, the spot however I'm not too sure. As Nasar looks around he sees the usual riff raff of the jail. But no Deract. He does see Lily beckon him over as he looks around.
Nasar nods and quickly downs his appie juice before too many people can see it. ”Thanks for that heads up, I’ll stick with water then since that wont give me away, shouldnt get in line when too many people are around too since just hearing that I have the options would be enough of a giveaway. Now it looks like I’m being summoned so I will return, hopefully with some good news and not another job.” Nasar gets up and makes his way over to the ladies table unless the boys hold him up before he can escape.
Yellow tooth gives him parting words, You can tell the overgrown orc lady your good for your word on the... He gives a devilish smile, Our special outting. She won't just take your word though, let her know you've got your teeth. Old Orc analogy she made me start using. And waves him off. As Nasar gets up and walks over he narrowly misses bumping into a burly human who gives him the nastiest sideeye imaginable. Nasar feels mulitple eyes on him as he makes the approach on the girls. He sits in the only open spot between Lily and Grisha the Orc woman. Marissa gives a happy wave, her eye seems to be healing up nicely.
Grisha eats her bread as she mumbles to Nasar. She is so focused on her food she doesn't look at him, What's new Beanpole?
Nasar squeezes into his spot, bumping right up against Lily. He gives Marrisa a wave back before addressing Grisha. ”Well I made contact with out last teammate Deract. Also had a nice long conversation with that interrogator woman. It was a fun night all in all. Anything on your end?”