Thread: A Monster: Now and Forever (Razgriz x kuro_bara)

Just tell me what you know and I'll ease your pain...It's really quite simple Ricendithas replied coolly at this point, a well-dressed waiter walked up and asked for his order. The warlock just ordered a simple coffee, two sugars, even as the man continued to struggle against the binds. You know, all of this can be avoided. Tell me what you know...And a cold wave of relief will just wash over you he then added, sitting back in the cafe chair completely oblivious to the man across from him. And even when his eyes traced over to where the spy sat, all he could see was another person sitting there also enjoying a coffee and reading, without a care in the world. You can justify your Mistress' actions till you're blue in the face she's been responsible for a lot of my friends being killed or god knows what. And don't forget that you were the one who probed me you brought this on yourself he then replied to the man's statement of his cruel tactics truthfully, he didn't care. Anyone willingly allied with this monster would be treated as such and interrogated. The waiter then returned with his coffee, to which Ricendithas stated Gratzi and the waiter gave a small bow and left to tend to the other customers. I'm waiting...You don't want to make me show you how cruel I can really be, do you? he simply replied, taking a sip of the smooth black liquid. However, Ricendithas would never get a response to this for soon he felt the connection forcibly sever itself what the hell, he thought. The man was in an exceptionally powerful psionic snare no way he would have been able to sever that. Not without help, anyway Ricendithas concluded setting down his cup, he gave a quick look around but didn't need to look too far. The man that had been sitting there drinking his coffee and reading now lay dead in his seat yet there was no panic, no bustle to call an ambulance and no gaggle of bystanders gaping at the corpse like turkeys in the rain. What in Gaia's name.... he muttered he knew this was no illusion, for the backlash of his snare coated the body in a layer of invisible fire that he knew only he could see. There was one area the fire didn't touch though something that struck him as peculiar. So he didn't break the connection...Someone broke it for him the warlock mused at least now he knew he was close. Somebody didn't want the man to talk, and so he was killed for silence. One thing was for certain Ricendithas needed to investigate, but he didn't want to go near the body lest the killer still be watching. Luckily, his power of fire magic would grant a certain ability of perception Ricendithas closed his eyes and voided his mind of thought, mentally speaking the tongue of old magic to become the flame that now encased the victim's body. And then he found himself in an ethereal form, his consciousness partitioned between his physical form and the flame. It wasn't something he did often, but right now it was necessary to prevent detection and maintain anonymity as much as possible. Of course, his choice of attire didn't really help with that but it would be difficult to prove who he was if no one saw him doing anything. His mind's eye looked over the dead man's form, searching for any abnormalities he soon stumbled upon a small wound in the main's trapezius muscle, right near the third thoracic vertebrae. Whoever did this was a professional and must have known the man was here previously. He also picked up a faint residual signature looking further he saw the wound wasn't deep enough to be fatal. Poison Ricendithas mumbled someone had to have handled the poison to inject it, so that meant that particular individual could be tracked. However, right as he attempted to analyze the signature, he was soon overcome with an extreme shock of painful backwave the connection between himself and the fire was forcibly severed and his eyes shot open. He quickly managed to regain his composure, but his little outburst did not unnoticed by the waiter who came rushing to his side. Asking what was wrong in Italian, Ricendithas replied he took too big of a sip and had chestburn. This explanation seemed to somewhat placate the man, and after more reassurance that he was fine, Ricendithas asked for the check stating he had somewhere he needed to be. Paying the tab and leaving a tip, he gingerly made his way out of the cafe. God, the pain was excruciating it took all his effort just to walk normally and keep a straight face. He needed somewhere to sleep this off and let his body cool down, but he didn't know how far it was to a hotel where he could sit for a night or two He was fucked in eight different ways and he knew it and it pissed him off. You fucking amateur... the warlock scolded himself to have his own trap turned against him. That was an insult, and he would find whoever did this and make them pay for it. Ricendithas then made a turn down an abandoned alleyway no foot traffic, which was good. Going into a pocket of his cloak, he pulled out the map his employer gave him On it there were several circles, indicating cheap hotels from the looks of it. Ricendithas brought a hand up to wipe the sweat from his brow he really just needed to lie down, or else he was going to pass out. The pain didn't subside, in fact it seemed to get worse. Taking a slight breath to steady himself, the warlock folded the map back up and after putting it back into his pocket, followed the streets until he arrived at the Frari Basilica. He then looked to down the road to see what appeared to be a motel of sorts following it further, he saw the sign to read Albergo San Pantalon. That'll work right where the map said it would be he commented dryly making his way there, he checked to make sure he wasn't being followed and went inside. It was a quaint little establishment, having the appearance of an old-world church but after asking for a price on a single room for two nights - that was his estimate for what he needed to recover - he found that to his luck there was one available and that he could check in immediately. Handing over two hundred euros, he then followed the housekeeper to his room and after giving her a tip of five euros, went inside and immediately crashed on the bed. His body still writhed from the agony, but at least here he could tell he was safe. But he still made sure not to make too much noise didn't need to draw attention to himself after all.