Pandemonium Drive DEV COD out NV

3 months It's been. 3 months since he had seen Cyano. He was starting to lose hope in ever seeing her again.

So what next? Wait until the war is over and pray to the great wolf spirit that he wasn't just going to kill him off? With each passing day. The more likely Kyrian's is going to die. The only reason why he was let off in the first place was because of Cyano, and she was the reason why he's still here. . . .

Kyrian shook his thoughts off as he awoke from one of the rooms from within the bar. There he would take his daily bread, shower, and clothe himself before heading out for the day.

Aiming straight for the market. Where the few, if not none of the citizens of this place dwell in. So it was his safe bet from ever going back to the dungeons.

But as of now, his mobility weakened as he doesn't have a leg. He bought a woodensword as to use of a cane to get from point A to point B. But only now, he would use it to stabilze himself as he leaned on a kiosk. Watching the small crowd walk around. It was a weird bunch. Human, creatures, yokais. But it didn't stop there as Kyrian would notice a Kaor amongst the crowd. . . .

and . . was it coming for him?
(Kyrian Hayes)
The Kaor stilled. Blue gaze having spotted the frame of Kyrian. A grin of flashing fangs given. Watching as the Lesser ilk grasped the Tyrium. betwixt their hands.

Watching as they fell. Mana being stolen by the Ore. Stopping the Kaor's mental voice flowed freely. Burrowing into the mind of Kyrian. "Greetings..it has been a long time? Hasn't it.." tHe Kaor mused, voice burrowing into the mind of the Ookami.

As lightning crawled forth to spill upon the Kaor's entity. Blue lightning horridly shimmering. Releasing malevolent static to hum throughout the area. Crossing it's arms. The Kaor glanced to the removerd limb. Voice slithering inwards. "What happened to your leg? Did you get it removed by another, or through thine own folly."

The Kaor asked of the Ookami. Simply casting an inquiring glance upon him. Before sighing. As it reached out. Briefly grasping the hunk of Tyrium. Unwilling to let this batch of Lesser kin fall prey to it and die. Feeling the sting, as mana was astolen. Ripped away, and fed unto the Metal. Blue and purple glow becoming vile and insidious.

More mana churning into the Ore to sate it's ravenous unceasing non-aware appetite..So alike Lesser yokai. Perhaps even itself though it possessed no outright consciousness unlike how it held such a primitive state of awareness.
(Kalerion)
 It was. . . wasn't it?

Kyrian thought about how to react to this. To either attack it straight on. Or too see what the creature wanted.

Surely it's size made it all the more intimidating, as this was his first time in a long time. It wouldn't take long for this being to soon be before him, and with a few seconds of a pause. Kyrian was about to call out and ask. "May I help you?"

But he was cut off by a sudden intrusion. A sharp voice cutting through any type of minor defense that his brain could've held. Before long he would hear a deep bass'd voice boom within his mind.

Greetings.. it has been a long time? Hasn't it..

Which in response would cause Kyrian grab at his head. He hadn't felt such a force before. It pounded pass all guards he had with ease and went straight in for him.

This would only cause Kyrian to get annoy'd with Kalerion's act. Which he found to be rude, and he wasn't the type to be fond of rude people. Except himself of course.

Depravity would soon leak from his being and flowed throughout the surrounding areas as he let loose of his grip of the depressing aura that flowed within himself.

Kyrian would then hear another wave of his mind being incapacitated with the voices from this creature. His eyes to gleam with hatred.

" Will you cut that shit out?! " he roared back. It made him dizzy each time he felt the presence of the beast fade away from his mind. Giving him a slight headache.

"And about the leg? Ask Sable who her sidekick is. He's the one who devoured my leg with his tendrils or whatever was coming from his robe. " he said with annoyance in his voice.

Bracing for another mental attack, he would demand "How do you know me?"
(Kyrian Hayes)
The Kaor grunted. Mental cadence slithering forth even more. Ripping into Kyrian's mind without restraint. Horrendous cadence slithering upon his entity. Fell lightning crackling further upon it's being. A dirge of sparking forth. Underneath, doth vile occultism flow.

Torrent of utter darkness, manifesating. Akin to slowly insidious crawling strands of black. Overlaying it's frame. The Kaor simply hissed. "My how rude of thus..Thy entity shall know torment. Shall feel agony then..for daring to be so rude to me. As to how I know you..arte thou not Lucas? If not thus was mistaken."

The Kaor paused mental cadence dying off. Dark baritone simply falling silent.. Darkness silently flowed upon it's entity. Gestalt aura forming upon it's massive frame. Likened to a dark cloak which clung tightly to the Kaor's frame. Pitch black clasping around it's frame.

Corrosive darkness surged further. As the Kaor rosde a hand. Tendril of black arising. Permeating andgathering upon it's extended diigit. "Now..if thus doest not wish to be destroyed. Then kneel and agree to Serve me. Serve me or be faced with nothing but ravaging agony that will surge throughout thy being. Darkness and vast power that will consume you from within. To slowly drive you mad. Either to induce nightmares or nothing but an insensate agony. You will wisheth for Peridition inexchange.".

The Kaor lazily threated of Kyrian. A grin still held upon it's maw. As if daring the ookami to resist it's demands.
(Kalerion)
Daring himself to stare back towards the Kaor. He would watch the Kaor stare him down and stand there as if he held some sort of significance towards him. He was wrong. Kyrian hadn't met an Kaor since he was eleven. But now it would seem as if the creature had knew him. Which was weird. Perhaps it could be the same Kaor he encountered when he was younger. But if is, it was just plan creepy to remember him for so long. Which made Kyrian start to feel creeped out just by staring the being down.

Boom!

Lighting crackled out of no where. Soon taking a auric like shape around the Kaor. ' Is he mad?' he thought. He surely couldn't tell, and if he was supposed to be afraid. The Kaor would just earn himself the title of being a fool.

Kyrian would grin as he watched torrents of darkness gather around the being with it's wicked look, threatening to drag you in and swallow you whole, in which you would never see the light of day again. But still, this didn't faze him. The shit that Kyrian has been through. The things he did to hulimiate himself to live. This wasn't close to fear. What ever this Kaor was planning. it certainly wasn't going to work on him.

Ack!

Kyrian would call out as one of his hands grabbed at his head and the other gripping at his make shift cane-sword.

The voices again. Was this truly the only way that Kaor's knew how to speak? Because if so. He knew why all the villains in the history books he used to read were always pissed off or was on edge. It was because of these idiotic creatures not knowing how to speak and giving everyone major migranes.

Clenching his eyes closed to repel the pain from the mental attack. Kyrian would begin to call out. But was stopped as the presence had once more faded from his mind. In which Kyrian gladly had sent out a thank you to the great wolf spirits above.

Reopening his eyes. He would stare at the Kaor with wild eyes as he was beyond pissed at the moment. But it didn't matter as the Kaor had seemed already set on killing him if he didn't agree to what he said. Which is what he was sick of. Alot. . . .

"No. . . Lucas is my brother. He is one of triplets. Meaning there are three of us in total if you can't count. . . " he would say in irritation.

Depravity would continue to seep forward from the young Ookami as he began his miniature assualt with words against the Kaor. Because for one thing, the horrid beast had the wrong guy.

"And what are you? Aren't Kaors supposed to be one of the greatest of the Yokai kind? Are you really about to attack a one legged Ookami? Who can't even use magic much more less breathe with this adamantite collar wrapped around my neck? Really?" he barked

"And if you want me to kneel down before you. It's kinda impossible since I am MISSING a leg. Plus, take it up with Arilma. He's the one who wants my mentor to bare his children, and I just so happened to be caught up in the mix. So if you want to talk to anyone. That edge lord will be the one. . . " his tone of voice would raise slightly, to only be lowered later on.

But Kyrian simply wasn't going to let this Kaor have his way. The only problem was. .. . If this thing actually did confront Arilma about him. Since he wasn't with his mentor. Arilma would surely have Kyrian either killed. Or turned into a mindless pawn. Or something worse. . . .

(Kyrian Hayes)
The Kaor chuckled. Mockery apparent..as vile eyes gleamed. Rife with delight at the boy's suffering. :"Oh I was aware..I just decided to mock you..one legged Ookami.I care not.for the fact you cannot kneel. Only that you agree to serve me..or face utter agony." The Kaor spoke into Kyrian's mind. Tone filling with utter darkness.

Extending it' arm, doth the Kaor's digit extend, Darkness emerging from the Kaor's being. Wreathed upon it's entity without remorse. Bitter dark gleamed. Utrter pitched blackness arising. Fluctuating under the torrent of crackling lightning. Same hand as before obviously being said limb.

Without much fanfare, the Kaor giuided it's lesser kin to try and seize the boy. Watxching as they raced for his frame. As it looked to the Tyrium. Still feeling the ore negligently harvesting it's own mana. Whilst offering a little in return from the mana it had taken. Feeding it back to the Kaor's frame. How..unsettling still the feeling was. A glance holding an obsessive quality peered upon the held shimmering metal.

If only such a thing could potentially used for the Kaor's benefit.. Instead of harvesting mana from everyone including the Kaor's entity..instead to harvest it from other's whilst retaining the strange..sensation of smaller amounts of mana being guided back into the Kaor's frame. Perchance if the Kaor could find the oe called Stonehog. Thus could be discussed.

Enhancement of the Tyrium, whilst allowing it to empower the Kaor solely. Lightly dropping the Ore. It tumbled to land upon the grass. As the Kaor hissed, another trio of Lesser yokai springing upon the Tyrium. Whilst it watched the other yokai try to grasp upon the boy. Dragging him to the ground. As the Kaor silently grinned. Mental cadence slithering into his mind. A heavy dark tone hammmering forth.

"Oh. Very well..prepare fdor agony. Prepare to be driven to madness. Before I devour thy frame. I am afraid..I have a strange sensation to feast upon a magi..at the moment. Thus since you have explained your helpless state. You will be a fine meal..I may leave your head alone hoowever. I will enjoy watching your glassy deadened eyes simply view the sky..in horror."
(Kalerion)
 The booming voice fo the Malpercian woman blasted into the mind of Kalerion, the crackling sounds only amplified by the Malpercius's physical sound emitting from her lips. "Stop Kalerion. I want to speak to this one." It wasn't so much of a request, as it was a command. For Sable wasn't afraid to beat down Kalerion despite him being one of Arilma's pets, if he defied what the woman wanted. Of course, this wouldn't mean the Ookam iwould receive any form of mercy.

No, instead, the Malpercius woman was quick to approach the Ookami and grasp him by the throat with her Malpercius mutation, assuming that Kalerion would back off at her words. Those glowing violet eyes underneath her hood radiating with destructive intent, as they always seem to do. COnstantly hungry, constantly lingering with the desire to consume as what is natural for a Malpercian or anyone similar to Yokai-Kind.

"Who is your mentor. Her name? I want it." Clearly something the Ookami had said, triggered the Malpercius woman in some regard. Arilma was her son, and thus she had a natural, protective instinct over him, and whoever might have created her grandchildren with him. "If my son is to create children with any female I rather know who she is, first. And she better be able to put up some fine against me. So do your fluffy-eared head a favor and answer my question."
(Sable)
Kyrian who hear the mockery of the Kaor once more, but atleast it didn't pain him as much to hear the irritating voice of the being again since he was kinda used to it. But at that point, Kyrian had wondered if he could become deaf mentally? Because all of this speaking telepathy was driving his mind bonkers.

He then found himself being imbraced with complete darkness. Only that it didn't seem to faze him much but it did cause him to grab at his head as he felt a couple of wires faze out.

But this would only cause for Kyrian to lose focus and not pay attention the Kaor, as his head started to ache him ever more. What the Kaor didn't know that he already had darkness imbued into his body by a being thats known to be half yokai and half humaniod. With the Kaor adding more into him. It just gave him visions. Making him see things that he had never even know about. Then it turned to utter darkness. Was it. . . a void?

But quickly Kyrian was snatched out of his daze. A womans voice would pierce the air and it seemed to be one that was sweet. But dangerous. What was the sort of thing? Did the being mean pain or was it here to help him. But it wasn't long until he found out.

Soon to come to his senses, he would only catch a quick glimpse of the woman before he was gripped by the throat. Right above his collar with a sort of mutated arm. Cut off at the seems. He had already lost air in his lungs. Basically hanging on until his eyes would soon fade. The collar was tight enough and now this had made it worse.

Daring to stare down to see if this was some game his mentor was playing. Kyrian would see a set of violet eyes that glowed meancing in the darkness of her hood, threatening hypnosious at the gaze due to its brillance.

But it would take long for Kyrian to advert his gaze as he felt himself losing strength to even turn his head. Choking in mid air.

"Es- Escher!" he managed to get out as he glanced towards Sable once more. He knew that his answer would mean him getting a few more seconds of life. Or him getting his soul ripped out.

So he went with the truth. Hoping to survive a little bit longer. He didn't want to die yet, and he would surely do whatever it took to stay alive. Plus, she was the mother of his mentors hubby. It would be wrong for her not to know
(Kyrian Hayes)
Escher. A strange name. One she never heard before. of coruse the Malpercius couldn't sacrifice this boy right here and now. As she had no need to. Plus she rather keep her sacrifices out of public-eye. If it could be helped. But it would seem that this Ookami boy had information that the Malpercius wanted, and so she'd release him, dropping him down to the ground only to quickly stand over him, crouching down so that they could be eye level.

Knocking down her own hood, the tangled locks of magenta flowed from her head, causing her eyes to only squint at the boy. Never before had she seen this 'Escher' person, or even heard of them. So perhaps he was lying. An interrogation would ensue, as her slime-covered right arm extended itself infront of the boy. The palm shown, as quickly the gel-like surface layer pulled back, only to reveal a secondary maw with glowing violet teeth that seemed to flicker in a circular form.

"What does this Escher look like? What does she sound like? Her magics... how tall is she... You'd do your best to answer my questions as truthfully as you can. For you see, I love my son dearly. And I rather he not become intimate with those that may weaken the strength of our Yokai blood and our powerful blood." A tilt of her head, and then Sable's secondary mouth within the palm of her hand would close. The ooze layer covering it once more.

"If I feel you are lying boy, I can get the truths anyway. Only it will be incredibly painful, fatal even... for you!"
(Sable)
Plop

Kyrian would soon land on the ground once more. He never thought that he would feel it again. What a surprise as both hands moved outward to keep himself stablized as he choked on his saliva as air was once again barely allowed to re-enter his lungs.

Coughing up a fit which would soon cease. He would look towards the Kaor who was now silent at a word. ' A Kaor. . . backing down at a word. . no . . . a sight?'

Surely this wasn't a place for Kyrian to be joking around. But if they were not so hostile with him. He would burst into hysterical tears. The sight was too good. But Kyrian's slight victory would be short as he felt the presence of his choker come towards him again.

Daring himself once more to turn his face around to gaze upon the woman. Who was now eye level with him. Which surprised him. A Kaor who feared a humaniod who was now putting herself at his level?! He always thought the edge-lords had went by the laws of royalty. But not her it didn't seem like. It seemed she went by her own set of rules, and he was pretty sure that those who went against them would surely die.

As Kyrian finally locked eyes. He would see that the woman wasn't as evil and ugly as he imagined. It didn't even seem that she was that old?! What was it with evil people being so alluring?! Like the good guys have old hags who rule the place. But the dark side? Ooh the woman were bad.

Soon to be lost in the woman's eyes, there were malignant but hynotic at the same time. Kyrian would find himself drooling as he took in every detail of her features. From the the way her hair was shown in the sunlight. To the way she dressed. To her figure and form. His eyes were certianly lingered on her chest for the longest as she was surpremely busty. Even the air that flowed around her was intoxicating

But his day-dream would soon end as she reached out with her right arm and shot forward right into his face to block out his sight of her. Which made him confused as he thought he was caught staring. Which turned his face red slightly. Then it would go pale as he noticed that her hand wasn't normal. It was more like mutated! There was even a maw which was in her hand!

There goes Kyrian's happy ending.

"She covers herself with armor most of the time since she likes to remain mysterious. Uhh. . She's about 5'11, and as for her magics. She knows Hellstorm and Illusion. The rest had been mysterious to me aswell. She honestly doesn't tell me much. But for one thing. . . her hair is blue. . . I caught a glimpse of it once. . . . ."

He answered her questions true-fully. He didn't know much about her. He hoped that she believed him because if he wasn't. . . . It would seem that he would die. . painfully. . . .


(Kyrian Hayes)
Watching as Sable left the Ookami, having obtained the information she sought. The Kaor grinned. Fell horrid lightning pulsed further upon it's entity. As Lesser yokai darted forth. Vile claws grasping the boy without mercy. Insidious screeches being given. As the Lesser yokai dragged the boy and pinned him upon the ground. With a grunt.

The Kaor silently strode over to his frame. A slight dip of it's head given. Before claws would start to slice through the boy's clothing. Fabric ripping and tearing with ease. Vile fang's parting. Teeth leering as heads descended. Lesser yokai starting to bite upon the boy's entity. Ripping away patches of flesh. Blood flowed forth to stain the marketplace.

Flattening grass. As Lesser ilk began to momentarily feast upon the boy. Slowly parting away flesh from muscle. Pulling skin and ripping it off. All throughout, the Kaor silently watched Gazing upon the Lesser of the yokai. Biting through musle upon his left arm. Deep enough that it's fang's would scrape onto bone.

With a grunt from the Kaor's mouth, do the Lesser yokai stop ravaging the boy's entity. Before running back to the other yokai. Joining them in also touching the shining Tyrium. Which began to hungrily feed upon more mana given. Starting to kill all the yokai whom were touching said metal from mana deprivation. "Ah..truly. Did you think thyself safe. Foolish...no no no. Your agony is just starting. You are getting what you deserve." The Koar stated to Kyrian's frame. Blue orbs simply looking upon him, churning with unquestioned hate and loathing.

Wrathful anger made manifest to gleam upon the boy. "What will it be..futile resistance and further agony. Or..the gift of blindness. Oft which death tends to bring. Choose."
(Kalerion)
 It wouldn't be long for Sable to leave his presence and give him up towards the Kaor. In which would make his eyes roll. Great. Now he wold have to deal with the silent Kaor. Who for once seemed to be smiling as Kyrian transfered his gaze from the busty woman over to the hideous creature.

'Gahh. . .' Kyrian remarked as he knew the thing wasn't going to leave him alone.

Soon he would watch as a lesser yokai came forward and grasped at his arms. Already tearing at his flesh.

'And the fun begins now. . . .' he thought hopelessly.

Soon he was dragged back towards the Kaor with quite an amazing speed. He would be having fun if he didn't know he was about to be brutalized even more. Soon he would have to stop jinxing himself. Because everytime he seemed to get that one taste of freedom and get that false sense of hope. Some kind of fuckery comes out of no where and shits on his day. It has been non-stop so far. He could only hope that the next time torture session he is invited too doesn't end up with a loss of another limb. It was as if every day it was a fight to just take a breath, and now all he could do. Was enjoy the ride to his torture, and he would charish it. Because what happened next was surely painful.

Claws would start dashing in and out as his flesh was being torn at. All Kyrian could see at the moment was the blur vision of meancing claws and his own blood filling the atmosphere.

As what seemed to be forever. Kyrian would start to fight back as he would begin to realise that if this kept up. He was bound to die. Blood loss. Infection. There was a multiple things to which could end his life right now, and right then. Was the perfect reason to bite back.

Nom!

The Yokai bite into his arm. Biting away at his muscles to the point where he felt it on his bone! It brought him a cold sensation as he laid there at anyones mercy. But the sudden attack. Would cause for Kyrian to be brought enough adernaline to give out another attack.

With a quick movement. He broke free with his other hand that wasn't being chewed into like a shish kabob. He extended his claws, and with one fluid motion. He dug his claws straight into the Lessar's eye. Boreing a hole straight through. There, he spreaded out his fingers and dragged it down. Ruining the entire left side of the Yokais face aswell as taking off its arm. After that, he would curl back and kick out with his remaining strength. He would then watch the creature walk back to its master in pain and agnoy.

"Heh. . . You deserved that. . . ." Kyrian managed to say as he choked out some blood. He then turned his focus from the lessar and to the Kaor. Saying softly. . . " Do your worse. . . ."

He didn't mean it. But something drove him to say it. Perhaps all the occult energy that was circling around him.
(Kyrian Hayes)
It would be about during the rending of the Yokai's face that Nef's presence arrived, a swirl of thickly magics unbecoming her preferrential use of physical force. She recognizes him immediately, of course. The Hayes triplets were some fo the few in a situation similar to hers all those years ago-- cogs of little importance comared to th strength of those at the top of their old organization, mostly left to their own devices both during and after the collapse of it.

Of course, now he's looking far worse for wear than she is. His time seems to have put her eventfulness ot shame! Given, she has a lot more of herself left to offer the world than he does, but surely experiences were fun, exciting? Eheh. That's a bit much, even for her to think. It's pretty rude to walk up to a mangled mess of her kin chuckling like she does, but that's exactly what accents her steady, casual approach. She'd pause only a few feet away from him, and her head would croon over at Kalerion, expression bearing a small smirk.

"Just something about brutalizing and nearly killing Ookami you love, huh Dad? I hope you weren't gonna finish it. I like this lil' guy. I wouldn't mind us keeping him around." She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head back towards the resilient young man, sticking her tongue out at him like she'd just uttered a little inside joke.
(Nef)
The Kaor grinned mirthfully. Looking back at the group of Lesser's spotting one of the browned skin leathery yokai was missing an eye. Uncaring the yokai turned to glance upon the teen. Lightning sparking upon it's frame. Horrendous glimmering shine flowing upon it's frame.

Arc's of blue flowing freely. As it leered upon the frame of the boy. Unleashing a buurst of power upon his frame. Lightning flowing from it's finger's to surge into the boy's frame.

Blue streak of utter malice slithering insidiously into his frame.. Arc's of electriccal power, oft a fell assault ravaging upon the boy's frame. Charring and burning flesh. The smell of burnt flesh apparent as it hung throughout the market air. "Ah...truly I'm not so bad am I Nef?" The Kaor questioned. Temporarily ceasing it's assault upon Kyrian.
(Kalerion)
 Kyrian would look over to his side. As he would remember a familiar sight. A purple haired Ookami. But he couldn't exactly put her in place. The only thing that he was drawing was blanks.

But his thoughts who soon shift as he was zapped with a blue arc of light. That was all he remembered before screaming out loud in pain.

It wouldn't take long from his clothes and fur to be singed as he laid there in aching pain. His tank top was charred. His pants had fire lit on the weak material that was left.

His skin was even steaming hot at the touch as he smelled like the grill at a bbq.

Weakly he would push himself over to lay on his chest, causing the miniture flames to go out before staring up over at Nef

"Did. . . . you just-. . . . cal-. . . .him Dad?" he asked weakly. He was wheesing and coughing as he talked. It took all of his strength as of the moment to keep himself awake as sleep soon tugged at him to pull him away from all this harm. But he fought it. It wasn't his time yet.
(Kyrian Hayes)
He's really a sad sight, and some part of her does empathasize with his plight. She'd been beaten to that extent before, albeit the emotional toil was far worse than the physical in that case. Still, she knew what it was like to lay a broken heap, unable to fight back and unable to do anything about one's own fate.

She'd only flash Kalerion a playful grin at his question, and then her attention is quicky brought back to him. He smelled wonderful, in her opinion. Delicious, even.

"Yup. Now, try not to keel over while I'm doing something, okay? Somebody used this on me, once but I've never used it myself or under pressure and I might explode your chest or something if you flinch." And without hesitation she'd carefully draw a thick glob of occult out of her own chest with a painful wince, and then carefully maneuver the whole of this thickness of externalized, life-sustaining mana over his prone position, and abruptly force it into him not with a violent impact that further assails him, but a sharp precision in which the vitality from her own person enters him.

It would be up to his body to react to it appropriately, and not explode horribly or something.
(Nef)
Kyrian would weakly stare at Nef as he laid on there on the ground facing her.

He really wanted to know if she had called the Kaor Dad or not. If felt like the lighting probably had fried his brain or something to make him think that she had said such a thing , but as he watched her mouth the word.

Yup

All his hopes and dreams for this random Ookami was soon shattered. . . A Kaor. For a parent? Much more or less a dad? Did Yokai even have different sex? Now thats in mind, how do they recreate? Do they just lay eggs all over the place or when they die a smaller creature emerges from their belly and screams out like from aliens versus predators? In which reminded Kyrian. When he would get back to Danarium. He would make sure to finish that amazing book.

Kyrian would then begin to consider falling asleep and only hope that the two wouldn't bring him to some sort of sex dungeon to torture him with lewd objects. He was probably thinking of such things because he caught a glimpse up Nef's skirt at such a position. But he would advert his gaze towards the ground as soon as he noticed what he was actually looking at. He wasn't a perv and he wasn't about to start being one, even if this could be his death. But for some reason he had been doing things out of the ordinary. Maybe it was because of all the darkness that was recently shoved into him reacting with all the depravity that was already inside of his system.

It wouldn't take long for his eyes to start to closing. Which made him start to think if it was all worth it to keep on fighting the temptation. It felt so nice. So relaxing. So calming and sweet. As if all he had to was just let go. That was it. No more fighting. No more struggling to survive. Where ever he was going t go. Was surely going to feel better than what he felt right now. Before long, Kyrian's eyes would begin to close. . . and soon, that would be it

" I might explode your chest or something if you flinch"

Thats all it took for him to shift into his last gear and wake up. He couldn't help not making a wicked remark to such a statement.

" Girl. . If you- Oof!"

It wouldn't take long for Nef to shove a life-substaining mana straight into his body. In which felt weird at first.

It had felt like like when someone throws water on you while you have a ton of clothes on, and you feel the water slowly seep into your body. Yeah, it felt like that. But with a unusally warm sensation as if his internal systems had welcomed the mysterious mana with open arms.

After a minute passed. The mana Nef placed into Kyrian was finally situated. But at that moment. Kyrian's eyes became wide open as he grunted out loud and curled up into a ball. To later lay out on his back, arms sprawled out in every direction. He began to breath heavily as sweat appeared on his face. His heart also began to race rapidly as he laid on the ground belly up.

It seemed like what ever Nef did to him. His body reacted to it lately. But as time went on. His recent wounds would appeared healed but turned to scars. The chunk bit out of his arm wars returned, and other than being half naked and still being legless. Kyrian was fine. He even looked over his entire body to make sure of it. Even his strength returned aswell.

He would then stare at the purple Ookami in both awe and shock as he continued to pant.

"Who- . . why- . . . how-. . . . wha- Why?" he said. He didn't know how to react. All he was shown since he's been here was pain and agony. What ever good will that happened to him didn't stay long. So it was hard for him to believe that a complete stranger would help him after her 'Dad' made it a promise to hurt him

"What did yo
(Kyrian Hayes)
This is a thing new to her, fresh and interesting. Using mana against its core purpose, using magic innately occult to heal the wounds of others. It was likely that she had combined a number of incredibly lucky factors in the situation in order to do this successfully, but however lucky she actually weas frankly, escapes her. She only knows that her effor4ts are to the best of her ability, and that she rips some of the life out of her own being in order to accomplish what she does.

Her eyes are locked to his, locked to his personage and the way he and his body react to her mana. This isn't just to help him-- this is a test for herself, to see if her understanding truly had grown, if her fine touch skills with mysticism had really paid off through hours, days and weeks of studying, practicing, and meditating.

According to his newly healed body and the life brought back into his eyes and his voice, his demeanor as a whole, all her efforts are paying off in a much finer manipulation than she's every been able to sustain, a flexibility of her ability rarely stretching beyond the ability ti bluntly harm.

"Neat. Wasn't sure that'd work at all, honestly! But you're looking a lot better now." She'd saunters on it close, squat down, and roughly hook her finger against his throat, forcing it between a mostly nonexistence space between his collar and flesh.

"Ya could thank me instead of questioning why I did it, by the way. Maybe I just did it because I felt like it, is all. Maybe it's a little mercy. Does it really matter? I help you out. Just consider it one you owe me, alright?" She'd hum all that with such a lighthearted playfulness that it utterly mismatched against the thick purple mist about her, and the soft air of depravity contained within it. She was, by and far, not a good person anymore, but she was still quite capable of being selective and indirectly nice. Underneath this rough layer of pain and hardened ambition was still the Nef who clammmored almost solely to not be alone.
(Nef)
It was true. Due to Nef's blind act. He basically now glowing with life. So he should be thankful. But at the same time, he didn't know why she had done it. Or what drove her to do such a feat. Was it just to further her training? Or did she truly not want him to die? Could that be possible? Was there truly such a person in this hell hole. Could she be the one to drag him out of the endless pit that he had fallen too? Or would she be the one to drive him into an endless rampage of blood in massacre? Did she do this to have him join her side alike to what Escher did to him?

But all of his questions would be answered as she looked him into his eyes, and suddenly. His heart started to race at the sight of her. Suddenly, her appearance would change. He would begin to notice the shade of color that dwelled in her eye. The way how her hair flowed within the air. How the sun kissed her very skin.

'What is this. . . .' Kyrian would begin to think as he continued to stare in her eyes with heavy imagination. This was probably the first time that he ever felt this way towards another person. But the only difference was that. This time he wasn't drawn in by power or depravity. No. It was something other than that. It that he saw in her that made her special. Unique even. It gave him cold chills as he gazed upon her face.

'She's so close to me. . . ' he thought as he face turned a cherry color. It wouldn't take long for him to break eye contact to avoid her noticing his sudden blush. Which it didn't seem like it as she carried on about his health and how much better he was. It was only then that she hooked her finger against his throat and brought him in closer. Causing his face to become a shade of a deeper red. Then the sweet melody would come forth, blessing him with its presence as she spoke once more.

Causing him to only speak in shortly

"Yeah-. . . Sure. . . Whatever. . . " he retorted towards her. Only later would he whisper underneath his breath saying. "Thank you. . . " It was low, but not low enough for a Ookami to hear
(Kyrian Hayes)
[16:15:08] Kalerion: Choke him..
[16:16:00] Kalerion: Make him struggle for breath. Watch him beg for mercy..
[16:16:00] Kalerion: Delight in it.
[16:17:42] Nef whispers: I'll understand if you rescind that thanks, now.
[16:17:42] Nef: Heheh.
[16:17:42] Kalerion: Do..what I told you Nef.
[16:18:33] Kyrian Hayes: Huh. . . wha? . . .
"Nice to know you're polite enough to thank me, but you don't owe me one anymore."

From her position, it's only a quick snap of the arms before both her hands are clasped tighhtly around his neck, force applied in a vicegrip with her thumbs particularly pressing into the anti-magic collar itself and forcing that rough material directly onto his throat, no doubt slowly crushing his windpipe in such a manner of strangulation.

Her eyes gleam. The same, bright green as when she'd just infused him with her own vitality, no innate malice even in the action of trying to choke the air out of him. She simply does it, as if it were a shaking of the hands or the exchanging og a goodbye. But slowly does a sadistic little smile creep aross her face, as she watches his mouth lull open and nothing but silence and forceful little broken wheezes and gurgles escape.
(Nef)
The Kaor watched, a grin arising upon it's maw. Wicked teeth gleaming. Electricity further sparked upon it's massive entity. Heated plasma manifesting to surround it's frame. It turned uncaring of what would happen. as it stated. "If you desire you may eat him Nef." Mental cadence slithering inwards. Vile tone filling with uttter amusement.

Nearing the Lesser yokai. It grunted grasping at one of the six of them. Raising it to it's maw. Savagely placing it inside and eating it whole. Before it grunted. Reaching down for the Tyrium. Ignoring the biting grasp it loosed upon it's frame. Starting to rip upon it's mana in horrid nips.

As it ascended into the air. Starting to fly into the air. With a grin, the Kaor stated further. "My dear, I shall be within Wychwood. Feel free to seek me out later.:" As the Kaor left the area.
(Kalerion)
After watching the glances go back and forth between the Kaor and the angel. He would hear her sweet voice once again before he felt the change of the atmosphere. It suddenly. . . became a tad darker. Which caused one his eye brows to perk up with confusion. Only that he wouldn't be confused for long. . . .
It was quick. But like always. He knew that good things didn't last long for him. It seemed as if he was cursed. Not one good thing had happened to him without him suffering. It was as if things just weren't meant to last for him. As if he thought. She was the one person that he could trust. Who he could care with. Was shattered within an instant. He only had felt such a way. Because as he was fading from this life. She brought him back. He thought it was a way for the wolf spirits blessing him for lasting this long. But no. . . it was to throw the words back at his face.

Nothing good comes your way unless its pain

It was something that his ancestor had told him, and now was the time in which it was right. In a neck-breaking speed, she had both hands placed around his neck. Choking him and cutting him from any air ever entering his body again. It wouldn't take long for her to push both thumbs into her effort of cutting off his air supply. Causing him to choke.

But as he struggled to get air out. He saw a sly smile form across her lips. Those very purse lips that he thought so heavenly about only minutes ago. Only that now, he would be considering his options fast. Punch her in the gut to see her let go then what? Get killed by the Kaor only moments later? It wasn't pleasent but he saw that this was the only way that he may go out peacefully. But if it were truly life threatening. Wouldn't his ancestor say something to him? Or maybe his connection was broken because of the collar?

He couldn't tell. So all he could do was just stare at the Ookami hoping that she would let go and give him a few more seconds to live. . . But that was probably only a false hope
(Kyrian Hayes)
Her crushing oppression remains for as long as Kalerion would, only a short glance and a little nod given his way at his mention of where he'd be off. When he was nothing but a blurry figuer fading into the distance, she'd release his throat and bring her fingertips to his lips, feeding a sharp intake of non-occultic winds into his starved lungs faster than he could possibly attempt a breath, both to sate that need and forcefully expand his crushed airways. Despite yet another kindness offered that he didn't deserve, she this time keeps her malicious little smile, and one of her hands not to his face kept loosely around his neck.

"Pretty hardy. Thought I was about to have to kill you, y'know?" She'd pause, and laugh lightheartedly, releasing him entirely and standing up to dust herself off, knees and skirt mostly, before looking back at him and continuing.

"But you're fine. I don't really wanna kill you, and I won't if I don't have to, so don't stress it as long as the big guy's not around asking me to. I've got better uses for one of my kin than a meal I don't need."

She'd just eaten, felt no particular bloodlust, and... well. He reminded her of her times with the Cathedral, sort of. His heart was in a good place. She felt that vicariously, just a bit. It made her nostalgic of happier times. He was worth keeping around for awhile for that reason alone, if nothing else. There was no otherwise thought of purpose for him to her. She just didn't feel like it was his time to die, for whatever his life would bring about later.
(Nef)
 As his vision seemed to be diminishing at the very least as now he started to claw at Nef's arms. But his attempt was feeble as his false hope seemed to be true. This was going to be the end. Truly it was.

He faced death plenty of times before this. Both mentally and physically. He just never imagine that this was one of the ways that he was going to go. His ideal of dying was probably horrid and brutal as his new-founded enemies would beat him into a bloody pulp. One that was unrecongnizably. But here. Now. This was slighty better. It still sucked though as how he was still going to die.

He had a feeling that he wasn't going to leave this place alive, and here it was. It was just impossible for him to believe that such a person could be so wicked. But as he thought of it. There was tons of other hotties that were just as wicked and sinister as this. Causing him to not believe that there was just no way for him to win at this game. . . . The game of life that is. It always seemed for him to be losing at every corner.

But as all hope seemed to be loss. She would let go to only go for his mouth this time. But by now, his airways were crushed. So whatever she was planning. Just wouldn't work. That was until he felt a rush of wind blow through his mouth. Flowing down into his lungs, pumping them with tons of air.

Only then Kyrian's eyes would dialate as he pushed off the girl and fell sideways. Coughing as he was choking on air. . . .

It would take him some time to get himself together before he stared at her with hate gleaming in his eyes.

"Your wicked!" he retorted as he continued to try to get his breathing regulated.

"I'm dying. To only be *cough* healed. To be choked out! To be saved? What do you want?" he said in a more serious tone as his voice was returning to him slowly.

He would then turn in a sitting up position as he faced her. Wanting his questions answered as he ignored most of what she had said
(Kyrian Hayes)
The hand that'd brushed his lips while she forced her second round of life-saving magics in him today would come up to her own mouth, and she'd clasp it gently over her own lips now to stifle a chuckle that, in that moment, seemed such a cruel way to respond that it might make her appear outright demented.

Wicked? That was a nice way to put what she'd just done. She'd squat down to his level, hands on the ground and her posture leant a little bit forward and towards him, though still with plenty of space between the two.

"I want fun. I want anything, any experience that'll make me stronger! If that makes me wicked, it's just because I've already lost everything I care about. Despite that, I feel bad for you. I really do. I'm not emotionless... I just know that when stronger people tell me to do stuff, I do it. Until I've the strength of our more chaotic of spirit in me, I just play my part. You should, too"

Her voice begins playful, but sharply detours and becomes very stern, very serious towards the end of her little spiel. Given, his part has much less leeway than her own, considering his limitations and his restrictions, but such was the way that life went. Perhaps, one day, he could find a suitable way to manifest an artifical limb, and he could be an ally to her. Or, maybe he'd be squashed in the streets for lashing out against his betters. That was his decision to make. She could not save him if he didn't want to be saved.
(Nef)
Kyrian would stare cold-heartedly toward Nef. A person who almost killed him. Just so happens to be the one to save him. How was he supposed to react to this? The only problem was that he could tell that she actually cared for him. Which was rare. A stranger out of the blue showing abnormal feelings for him.

It was like his mentor in a way. She beat him until he started seeing stars. But in the end. She helped him out. Made him better. Improved his strength. Gave him all things that he never thought he'd be able to accomplish.

But the thing that was at the back of his mind still bothered him. What was such a kind-hearted person like herself doing in a place like this? Why. . . .? Why was she here? Kyrian stared at he with utter confusion in his eyes as he tried to figure her out.

". . . . . Who are you? Why are you here?" he asked softly

About now he felt like a dick. She had done what she needed to do in order to save him. Who knows what her 'Dad' could've done if she hadn't shown.

"You do know that if your 'Dad' finds out that I'm not dead. He might kill you. . . Why go so far for someone you don't know?"
(Kyrian Hayes)
 Her head only tilts curiously in response to his words, his disbelief over the starkness of his scneariosn one after another. Sure, it was a mess. He was probaqbly flabbergasted over the very state of his body, the constantly changing survivability of his situation, but she only smiles sweetly and gives him a little shake of the head on his last few words.

"Nef. And no, Dad won't do shit, to be frank. Worst case scenario is I kill you whenever he finally asks me to, outright. You wouldn't be the first he told me to kill that I didn't, y'know? I mean, he's got a real thing about ordering people around, but if I can convince him that I benefit from having you around, then he'd just be dumb not to listen. "

Her fihgers stretches out, and she touches the underside of his chin, gently(or forcibly, if he resisted) lifting his head up and getting a better look at this collar. She'd worn one just like it, before. She rememebrs too well the pervasive subtle fatigue, how it sapped away your manan quick as a soul could regnerate it. The thing breaks her little smile into a scowl, and she releases his jaw after a moment of quiet thought.

"Ever thought of offering yourself to somebody's service. Slave, thrall, whatever.. Just to get yourself a little more freedom, maybe learn some magics that'll help you get around easier?"
(Nef)
"Ha. . . you got a point." He responded towards her remark about her Dad not killing her but instead, ordering her to kill him. This turned to his surprise as he didn't want to believe it. But it was true. He was bound to die in this place anyway if he stayed any longer.

He would then start to question of her so called 'Dad'. What made her go to such a stretch to do such a thing. His own kin. A race proud of its own to do so much as to call such a hurendous creature like that, it's father? Or what had he done to her? Illusion? Made it happen by force. But he knew it wasn't either of those ideals as he told him before.

To play his part . . .

In which Kyrian would sigh as he already had answered his own question. But it would only take seconds for Nef to reach out with his fingertips and lift his head. She had multiple times to kill him before. So he didn't have to worry about her attempting to do something weird now.

"The names Kyrian. . . Kyrian Hayes" He said as he felt her move about underneath his face.

It wouldn't take long for her to make a remark about his collar. Which he would retort sharply by saying.

"I'd rather claw out my own heart and eat it to worship Saekanis himself then offer myself to anothers service if I had to endure this collar. " he said.

But moments later would he regret using such a sharp tone with someone who was just trying to help him.

"Sorry. . . . just that. . .. -" he would begin to apologize, but he started to realize that she was closer than before. Causing for his face to turn a slight shade of red once more

"Nothing "
(Kyrian Hayes)
 His sharp words, sudden rebelliousness take her aback a little bit, that energy she so graciously gave him going in to snap back at her so ungraciously that for a moment, she'd beginnign to bare her fangs and tense her hands again until it's clear in his eyes that he immediately regrets it. Good on him. She has a short trigger for violence right now, with the taste of sentient flesh still hanging on her tongue, blood and all hints of it however gone.

"Hey. No problem. You're all tied up and shit. I spent some time being a brainwashed assisstant to some dude for nearly a year. I know how frustrating it is. Maybe that's why I'm bothering being nice to you, huh?" She'd chuckle bitterly at that, and then abruptly reach forward and flick her claws gently against his forehead.

"But really. If you earn somebody's trust, maybe you can get free of that thing. Dunno who you're officially under the thumb of, though. Might be a hardass who likes his prisoners kept on a short leash. Might just have to wait it out and try not to get killed in the meantime."
(Nef)
Kyrian would shrug off her teasing as he crossed his arms and looked the other way. "Hey. . . I'm under no ones thumb. I was just . . . collar'd. . . . . . . and kicked out. . . . . it's been three months time since the . . . owner of the collar saw me. . . . ." his tone was at its normal pitch at first. But it would then start to lower into a whisper at the end as his story started to sound like a owner kicking his dog out of the house for good.

"But I didn't know the owner of the collar. . . . until he threatened to kill me and my. . mentor!"

Kyrian had forgotten that he was waiting for Escher this entire time. The two of them needed to leave before Sable found out that Kyrian was holding knowledge back about her. Or else they would be dead. . . or worse.

But as soon as he perked up and started to look around. His hopes died down again as he remembered. She would either be dead by now. Or suffering in a place far away. It's been far to long since he seen her ever since Arlima kicked him out of the house.

So it was up to him to tell her children what had happened.

"I'll break out of this collar. . . . and I sort've trust you. Mind giving a wack at this collar and break it for me? Just don't kill me in the process. . . . Or you know. . . I could die . . . . Then after that, you think you could help me return to Danarium?" he said towards Nef. He had no clue as to where Nostvale was. So he had to find the means of direction before attempting to even more from this place
(Kyrian Hayes)
Her position would soften a bit, all that casual presence shrinking down a little bit.

"Now, I don't pity you enough to go getting my hands cut off for helping a prisoner escape, bud. Sorry. You gotta go about that another way. Even if you broke free, the guards would be on your ass before you could break the gate. It's suicide. Why do you think they let you walk around? You stand no chance if you try to run, collar or not." She's teasing most of this, with a playful smile and a lot of expressive little hand gestures that pointedly express her meaning.

It wasn't really just that she didn't want to get herself in trouble, but she... she kind of didn't mind the thought of having him stuck around here, having somebody she knew she could come bother.That was probably the way her would-be kidnappers thought of her, come to think of it. Maybe she was too harsh on them? No. Fuck Romero. His intentions were not sincere, no matter to what the extent he believed they were. Kal was just a power-hungry manipulator who she really couldn't even figure why he dedicated himself so much to her. Nef just didn't mind... maybe, sort of, having a friend that wasn't a giant purple dildo with wings looking to make her torture the next person she met. A brief little whisper would come after a short pause.

"But man. If you're really insistent on this; I guess, be careful, alright? They will execute you without a second thought. Her expression turns stone-faced serious on this last edition.
(Nef)
Kyrian would sit down at his same place as he dwelled on what Nef said. But like it or not. He had to get out. It wouldn't take long for Arilma or Sable to find him and kill him off with ease as if he was just another piece of dirt along the road.

But what she said was true, and there was just something by her tone that made him feel that she was teasing him more than being serious, which he didn't catch at the end. Causing him to make a playful remark.

Barking back, he would say " Hey! " as he would watch her hand gestures. He only hoped that she knew that he was playing around aswell.

He would then watch as she paused and seemed to fall deeply into thought. It wouldn't take long for his eyes to be once again captivated towards her image. Her figure was just magnificent. All that he was thinking was that how such gorgeous person be trapped in a hell hole like this?

But enough of those thoughts as Kyrian just couldn't help him self fantisize over her. But it wouldn't be long for him to snap out of his thoughts as he was soon presented with now serious face.

She would begin to whisper, forcing him to reply on his ears to listen on what she was saying. Which wasn't hard as he didn't even need to strain his ears as his senses were already keen.

In which he turned to her with a blank expression on his face as he stared at her hard in the face. Trying to figure out she was lying or not. So he would lean in forward and stare her hard. Invading her personal space without her permssion. But only to back up and pout.

"I guess your telling the truth. So about this collar though. . . you know anyone that could help out?" he would say
(Kyrian Hayes)
Seeing as how Nef was silent as if she was off in her own world. Kyrian would slowly but sure lean over and chance a kiss on her forehead. If she would allow it or not would be entirely up to her as he would then lean in and whisper in her ear to say. "I'm going to find my way out of here one way or another, and when I do. . I'll be in Danarium at the bar everyday. . ." and with that, he would stand up and walk away.

It wouldn't take long for him to move away from her and start to walk off and away towards the walls. There he would glance up towards the walls and beckon them down for the flying yokai to talk. In which in reply, he watched them glide safely down towards himself. Kyrian would begin his flurry of attacks upon them in the far conrer of Nostvale before a presence would soon appear behind him. . . but he wasn't quick enough to react against it, giving who ever was behind him the chance to get the best of him
(Kyrian Hayes)
Well, it was about time they got out of here. Their captor was nowhere to be seen, thus rendering most of his threats empty. If he weren't around, then there wouldn't be a way for him to summon whatever those things he was talking about were. So, now was a good time to do so.

Walking around the corner, she would find Kyrian had the same idea as her, as, he would be dispatching the last little obstacle that kept her from simply sliding her sword through the collar and ripping it off. Something she would do, except, it seemed that he wouldn't realize it was her.

Thinking quickly, she would toss her sword point first into the ground. It would land right in front of Kyrian, forcing him to stop for a moment and realize who she was. Thus, ending hostilities then and there.

"So, me and you had the same idea it seems"
(Cyano Conablum)
As Kyrian had dealt the last blow to the last yokai by shoving his make-shift sword cane into its heart. Only to bring it up through his head. He gazed at his enemy as he watched give away one last yelp. Before it passed on.

But with the new comer quickly behind him. He clenched his teeth amongst the other and turned around swiftly as he reached out with his sword and aimed towards his foes neck. Hoping that he would strike true before any intruders would rain on his parade. But little did he knew that it was out of all the people he would expect.

Cyano.

She had her weapon already shoved in the ground infront of her as he twirled about to meet her with his blade. He was sort of thankful that she placed her sword where she had. Cause if not, it had stopped his full swing. The tip of the sword would've caught her at her neck, and by the speed and force he put into it. Cyano would have a very slow death. . . .

Soon to aim his sword down towards the ground. Kyrian would stare at Cyano as he gazed longingly at her. As if he was staring at a ghost. He simply didn't know how to respond. He waited 3 whole months for even the slightly glimpse of her. But none came. He thought she was dead by now. Yet she was standing in front of him. It was sort of trippy. As he just continued to stare at her. It seemed that she wasn't going to speak again after he would make a response.

"So you were going to leave without me?" he said cold-heartedly towards the woman he had known to look up to as his mother. His words were cold but his eyes had told a different story as they would begin to become wet with tears. Showing that he longed the day to see her again. But now he was changed as depravity leaked from him. There was so much inside of him now that it was merely impossible for him to keep it hidden any more.

Soon he would blink back the tears for his weak side had only shown for a few seconds before he stared after her once more. Demanding to know why she kept herself away from him for so long
(Kyrian Hayes)
Hm, seemed he wasn't doing too good. And, he now had an aura of depravity. Someone had done something to him it seemed. The last 3 months had been rough on the both of them after all. But, she would find a way around that. For now, it seems he thought she was going to leave him, which was certainly not the intention.

Walking over, she would pull her sword out from the ground. It had stopped his own sword, which was good. Meant she wasn't dead yet. Would be pretty bad if she had come all this way, only to die from some kid over reacting. No, se had no intention to leave him behind. In fact, after dispatching the Yokai she had intended to find him.

"Of course not, I was actually looking for you. You do want to get out don't you?"
(Cyano Conablum)
Still having his sword-cane pointed towards Cyano. He stared at her harshly as he didn't like her answer.

He even raised his weapon hand up as he held onto the wall for support with his other hand. "Don't dodge the question Cyano. . . . I've waited for three months for you. Three months. During that time was hell but I lasted this long, and now I suppose you've thought that there was no way that I lasted this long either. So by means of having the same ideals of thinking that the other was dead and leaving to Danarium to cover their hide was your idea of looking for me?" he barked towards her as depravity now hung in the air as it lingered around his body.

"I'm surprised that you haven't left by now. We both know how far that hellstorm can transport somebody, and that means for miles on end. Miles on end. . . . Further more. . . How did you know where to find me? Thats what im interested in. Where is this place Nostvale? Tell me before I do something that I might regret. . . " he said in a menacing tone.

He knew it wasn't the time for this. But it was better to settle this out now while they had a few moments of a private session together.
(Kyrian Hayes)
 Cyano Conablum: Firstly, Anti magic collar, Yokai surveillance, that would be why I didn't leave. And no, even with one leg I figured you would be strong enough to survive something as simple as this
[22:55:21] Kyrian Hayes: Huh. . . . .
[22:56:12] Cyano Conablum: You really need to learn to have a little faith in people. If you can't trust the people around you, your better off dead
[22:58:46] Kyrian Hayes: pfft. . . . . whatever
[22:58:46] Kyrian Hayes whispers: It seems that with whatever good comes my way. Something comes by to mess it up
[22:58:46] Kyrian Hayes: *cough*
[22:59:37] Kyrian Hayes: Anyway. . . . let's just go