Lord's Rest Inn

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Omori is wandering around outside the Inn, slipping between shadows every so often.

 Isaac is sitting outside birdwatching

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Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color. 

William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.

Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."

 He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.

"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"

 "Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.

Riotan wags his finger at William, smirking. "Ah ah ah. That won't do either. So you really care about Felix, huh? And he cares about you... so he'd have you believe, at least."

 William blinks "What?.."

"I mean, how much does he really care if he gets you back?"

 "I cannot speak for him." William narrows his eyes "He has his own ideas and motives."

“Hm. Well then, we’ve got two options here. I could use you to get information for later and let Felix get his way (and I know you won’t tell anyone, of course), or I could do something most unkind that would certainly upset Felix, but only work if I’m willing to risk his measure of adherence to our agreement. Which would you prefer? And remember, you can only pick from those options.”

 "... I am not helping you." He says plainly.

"Mmmm... I think I'll go with the first option then. Don't move an inch, please. Actually you know what, better to just keep you from taking anything back if he asks you." Riotan takes one of his armbands off and places it over William's eyes. "NOW don't move an inch. This might sting."

 Of course he moves, struggling against the spell and the binding. 

Riotan opens his mouth slowly, fully unhinging it. Then, he suddenly snaps his head to the side with a sickening crunch and snaps it back into place. His fangs seem to distend slightly, and then… they unsheath. Riotan’s jaw looks like it’s been practically torn off his face, and his fangs are the size of Bowie knives. A strange, harshly-outlining aura of black, grey, orange, and indigo surrounds them, and his eyes glow white. Then he plunges his fangs into William’s neck. The pain is tremendous, but the fangs don’t breach his skin, despite passing through this throat completely. William’s body is suffering no damage at all, but his mind is currently being rent apart.

An apparition of Riotan appears in William’s mental landscape, immediately looking for information about Felix amid this land of memories and the psyche.

 William screams, forgetting that he could now feel pain again. It hurts so bad that tears form silently. 

There is much about Felix (Just assume everything that has happened is there and he learns about it all)

The real-world Riotan yanks his fangs out and the pain ceases immediately, leaving practically no trace that it had ever been. The only scars from this ordeal would be mental. Riotan smiles nastily down at William. "Sublime. I can imagine you of all people would know how good something tastes when you go to the effort to make it yourself." He takes off the blindfold and replaces it on his arm. "I suppose that's just about it. Shame I couldn't go through with my other plans, but pragmatism is essential in this day and age."

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 "Well, here's the thingy. This is tied to your life signature, not your body. So... yeah, as long as you exist, I can do that whenever. You'd have to change yourself on a fundamental level to break the tether. Anyway, you can have it back if you promise to not harm William or keep him from me, nor allow anyone else to do so."

 "Awwww, now I really want to try!" She chirps, laughing.

 "Well, I don't think this is going anywhere." He tosses it outside of the circle, and a pair of Goristros appear from the woods and glare at it. "Did you know that a Goristro's charge is one of the deadliest single attacks in the universe? It's very cool."

Felix places a Mark on Stroth. She is now vulnerable to all damage she takes during her own turn. "So, if they hit that, it'll gouge massive chunks out of your life essence, separating it from your consciousness permanently. I don't want to end your existence. But if you make me, I will. Or, more accurately, the demons will."

 "Aw. How sad. Good thing I know a few demons and devils that will help me out." She chuckles and shrugs "But whatever, I'll help you."

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Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color. 

William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.

Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."

 He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.

"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"

 "Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.

Riotan wags his finger at William, smirking. "Ah ah ah. That won't do either. So you really care about Felix, huh? And he cares about you... so he'd have you believe, at least."

 William blinks "What?.."

"I mean, how much does he really care if he gets you back?"

 "I cannot speak for him." William narrows his eyes "He has his own ideas and motives."

“Hm. Well then, we’ve got two options here. I could use you to get information for later and let Felix get his way (and I know you won’t tell anyone, of course), or I could do something most unkind that would certainly upset Felix, but only work if I’m willing to risk his measure of adherence to our agreement. Which would you prefer? And remember, you can only pick from those options.”

 "... I am not helping you." He says plainly.

"Mmmm... I think I'll go with the first option then. Don't move an inch, please. Actually you know what, better to just keep you from taking anything back if he asks you." Riotan takes one of his armbands off and places it over William's eyes. "NOW don't move an inch. This might sting."

 Of course he moves, struggling against the spell and the binding. 

Riotan opens his mouth slowly, fully unhinging it. Then, he suddenly snaps his head to the side with a sickening crunch and snaps it back into place. His fangs seem to distend slightly, and then… they unsheath. Riotan’s jaw looks like it’s been practically torn off his face, and his fangs are the size of Bowie knives. A strange, harshly-outlining aura of black, grey, orange, and indigo surrounds them, and his eyes glow white. Then he plunges his fangs into William’s neck. The pain is tremendous, but the fangs don’t breach his skin, despite passing through this throat completely. William’s body is suffering no damage at all, but his mind is currently being rent apart.

An apparition of Riotan appears in William’s mental landscape, immediately looking for information about Felix amid this land of memories and the psyche.

 William screams, forgetting that he could now feel pain again. It hurts so bad that tears form silently. 

There is much about Felix (Just assume everything that has happened is there and he learns about it all)

The real-world Riotan yanks his fangs out and the pain ceases immediately, leaving practically no trace that it had ever been. The only scars from this ordeal would be mental. Riotan smiles nastily down at William. "Sublime. I can imagine you of all people would know how good something tastes when you go to the effort to make it yourself." He takes off the blindfold and replaces it on his arm. "I suppose that's just about it. Shame I couldn't go through with my other plans, but pragmatism is essential in this day and age."

 He spots at him, snarling. "You are disgusting."

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*snippet for Stroth and Omori*

"Oh yeah, absolutely. Made for it in a quite literal sense, actually." She also chuckles a bit.

 She laughs as well but it is a bit more terrifying 

Omori doesn't seem the least bit frightened. "Yeah, my boss wanted someone able to collect info without getting spotted, and so she made me."

 "Who is your boss?" She asks

"She's... well, it's kinda hard to describe. I think the proper term is 'eldritch entity'? I heard someone refer to her as an 'Elder Evil' once..."

 "Hm.. sounds beautiful." She chuckles