[An aside: Only these two could make kidnapping someone with intent to murder somehow hilarious. I was actually sad to have to prune out the OOC comments, maybe I'll make a seperate post for them later. I wuff joo guyz
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(21:00:38) Barsidious halts amidst the trees. "Hm. Fancy a quick picnic? I haven't eaten much today and I'm a bit starved."
(21:01:37) Finnis stops and looks around, "Sounds lovely, but I'm afraid I haven't any edibles on me, although I'm something of a renowned forager."
(21:02:49) Barsidious gives a chuckle. He removes a tightly rolled blanket from his travelsack, and spreads it out smoothly onto the ground below his feet. Tugging out the ruffles, he takes a seat and begins drawing some bread and dried meat from his travelsack, setting them out as a sort of offering. "Help yourself."
(21:03:54) Finnis smiles and nods, always willing to subsist on the generosity of others, "Indeed? Well, if you insist."
(21:04:15) Finnis joins Barsidious in the light snack
(21:06:24) Barsidious chuckles again, his eyes twinkling once more with that strange sort of humor. He watches Finnis eat, and puts a bit of the cheese into his mouth, enjoying the sharp taste of it. He draws out a bottle and pours some of the liquid into a cup, one that has a white, powdery residue on the bottom, previously applied, that dissolves instantly on contact with the liquid. Leaning forward, he offers Finnis the drink.
(21:08:19) Finnis munches on the bread and dried meat, glad to have something substantial in his stomach to go along with the red liqour from the tavern. He gratefully accepts the cup and swallows a mouthful of food, "Ah, what's this?" he asks as he wafts it towards his nose.
(21:10:30) Barsidious smiles as he pours himself a cup of the same liquor, corking the bottle once more and setting it aside. "A wonderful vintage of wine, I assure you. The grapes must have been juuuuust perfect. I found it on one of my trips to the barn level. Best you'll ever taste." The illustrate, he takes a deep draft of his own glass, and swallows.
(21:13:45) Finnis raises his cup in toast, "To the spoils of the road" and tosses it back, enjoying it's warmth as it coats his gullet. "Ah, satisfying." he says and smacks his lips a bit, "But leaves something of an aftertaste, doesn't it?"
(21:15:58) Barsidious gives another soft chuckle. His eyes glint further as he observes Finnis. "Only the best do," he replies offhandadly, not really caring about that. "So tell me, Finnis. You say that you search upon the horizon for the Truth, the difficult ideal of good and evil, to further perhaps an understanding of the world and yourself." His smile grows strangely plastic. "I think a bit of self-searching is required for such revelation, no?"
(21:19:06) Finnis nods as he drains the remnants of his cup, and leans back casually, enjoying the stimulating conversation, "Indeed, traveling alone offers me that opportunity. My thoughts are more likely than not my only companion."
(21:21:39) Barsidious nods as we watches the Xacha, as if waiting for something with a forced sort of patience. He too drains the last of his drink, running his finger along the rim to make it emit a soft ring. "I'll tell you about the true matter of good and evil. You see in all there is evil, despite the facade that we so often evoke. And we try to cover it up, beneath layers of personal justification, until it doesn't really exist anymore and we no longer acknowledge it's presence." He gives a short, curt sort of smile. "And of course, the only way to deal with it is to draaaag it, kicking screaming and biting, back out into the light."
(21:28:13) Finnis grows drowsy and his eyelids heavy, he leans back on an elbow, trying to focus on his Ylian companion, although he is growing more blurry be the second, and his voice slowing and lowering in pitch, he shakes his head to try and clear it, and tries to say something along the lines of, "Must of had too much liquor." or "I'm sorry, but I don't follow." or even, "Why's it getting dark all of a sudden?" but instead falls unconscious to the ground, the little cup which sealed his doom rolls away from limp fingertips.
(21:30:36) Barsidious smiles gently at Finnis as he loses consciousness. He doesn't catch any of the garble, obviously, but he does go about collecting his things and cleaning off the blanket. That finished, he cinches his travelsack shut once more and swings it over his shoulder, before moving to wrap the blanket around the now unconscious Xacha, and attempts to pick him up off the ground by placing one arm beneath his shoulders and the other beneath his knees. This is relatively painful as one of them is badly damaged, and he grimaces to show his distaste.
(21:34:06) Finnis is lifted without having any ability to resist, or even the awareness of what's happening to him. He may be a bit scrawny from a life of travel, but his lanky figure would pose a challenge and awkwardness to carry
(21:35:21) Barsidious grunts to himself as he moves to swing the corpse onto his back. Slightly bend over from his efforts, he turns, and strikes out, heading towards the ruins behind the city of Gugrontid. As he moves, he starts to whistle a merry tune to himself, his legs carrying him and his burden with a doggedly eager intent.
(21:42:02) Barsidious moves to set Finnis down on the floor. There appears to be a chain jammed into a crack in the wall, which he moves to undo and then slip over Finnis' wrist, snapping the cuff shut tightly. Then, with a gentlemanly care, he covers Finnis with the blanket so he won't get too terribly cold against the chilly stone floor, and steps back.
(21:43:11) Miomai remains behind the stone wall of the ancient ruins and listens intently to the goings-on on the other side. Her dagger is at the ready, should the need arise to do some damage to some unsuspecting agnostic.
(21:43:13) Finnis sits motionless, chained, captured... a personal hell for him really
(21:45:09) Barsidious chuckles softly at the Xacha. "Well," he muses. "You're about to have a very long lesson to that effect, aren't you?" He places his injured hand over the man's brow for a moment. "Have your eyes opened, you could say." Turning, he hops out of the small enclosure, and starts to cicumvent the thing, looking for any possible followers.
(21:46:38) Barsidious halts as he spots the clamod he vaguely recalls from the bar. He slowly arches a brow at her. "Well well," he mutters.
(21:47:56) Miomai bolloxed up her careful plan to sneak up on Finnis. Not surprising, as she's a half-wit. She's caught, red, or rather, black handed. "Oh..Uhm...Ah... " she stutters as she attempts to think of a valid reason for being here. She begins chipping away at the stone wall, "Just doing some mining heah, don't mind me."
(21:51:05) Barsidious chuckles very softly at the fenki. Strangely, he doesn't advance towards her, but rather remains rooted in place. "I'm afraid I'm up to some private business, which you can't be a part of, miss clamod," he says, his voice quiet. "I think you should sleep, take a bit of a nap. I mean, if you've been following for so long, surely you must be very tired." The tips of the fingers on his left hand glow with a soft blue light. "Don't you think you'd like to sleep?"
(21:54:49) Miomai doesn't want to sleep at all, but kill. She want to kill Finnis with her own two paws. Well one paw and one dagger. To take those paws and place them on the one side of her head and lay herself down to nap. No! To strangle that agnostic while he sleeps. A deep deep sleep that he never gets out of. That's it just lay there on that soft grass and...and....SNORE. Barsidious probably didn't even break a sweat on that task.
(21:57:11) Barsidious strides forward and stoops down to one knee, genuine amusement evident in his expression. He moves to place the palm of his good hand against her head, and begins to try to filter through her memories one at a time, skimming over them with a general disinterest, and looking for the tiny chain that illustrates the events she's witnessed up until the point she toppled over and was whisked off to kitteh dream land.
(22:01:03) Miomai's mind is the picture they show next to the defenition of chaos. Though he may be able to manipulate her mind, it would probably take some effort to understand it, as the neuron pathways are their namesake: neurotic. She's a mess in there, having been sane, insane, sane, insane, insaner and Dakkru knows what else. After some time, though that little bit that looks like her recent memory surfaces. It's right next to the part of her mind that thinks about purple fish and the one that dreams of being a rivnak. There's some connection between the two, but Barsidious is probably not interested in those. No, the thread he wants is in the middle, glowing like a little neon sign saying "Erase me!"
(22:05:37) Barsidious probably would go about picking through this brain, neurotic though it may be, if he had the time for him. After all, he is a rather sadistic bastard, and would take great pleasure in frying whatever little greymatter the poor clamod is still in possession of between her fluffy little ears. Alas, he has more important things to attend to at this particular moment in time, so instead, he simply reaches mentally for that one specific strand of thought and tugs at it sharply, as if to cut it loose from its brothers and sisters and send it flying into the tulmultuous abyss that is Miomai/Lazarene's cracked and addled little mind. His pupils glow softly with a faint blue light, and a pleased smile curls his lips as he goes about his work.
(22:10:04) Miomai's thread of recent events goes careening out of control inside her mind. It bumps into a few other parts of her and she sudenly learns how to rub her tummy and pat her head at the same time. In addition, now she dreams of being a purple fish, and wonders why her rivnak is that odd dull brown color. Otherwise, she's still the same ol' Miomainsanity Hydlaa's come to love or hate as the case may be. She shifts in her sleep and blows drool bubbles. She mumbles something about a galloping rivnak and a killing ulbernaut before becoming still again.
(22:11:29) Barsidious stoops to pick up the clamod and sling her slight frame over his shoulder. He stands, and turns away from the tower, satisfied for now in the knowledge that Finnis is under proper confinement.
(22:13:53) Barsidious hops up onto the rock and moves to deposit the fenki out of the reach of the mulling Riverlings. How very kindly of him.
(22:15:57) Miomai flops down on the hard stone and sprawls there like an abstract painting with her limbs all askew her tongue hanging out and bubbles now forming at her nose holes. Flies are buzzing around her ears in search of a meal.
(22:17:52) Barsidious can't help but laugh at the image. He lets himself enjoy it for a brief moment, before stepping casually off of the rock and leaving the unconcious clamod to her own devices. Strangely, he makes no move to further harm her. And he does not kill her. Apparently he's a very loyal homicidal maniac. Only one victim at a time.
