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Who: Fenris and Alisha Bailey, Hisoka Kurosaki and Merill.
What: Kidnapping and cutting ties!
When: Morning of the 9th
Where: Around Exsilium
Rating: Uhhh let's go with -13 for now, possibly more for violence.

[The mind control on Fenris had gone well. After all, it had happened to him before, to a fashion. All that was needed was to write over the groundwork Danarius had already left in his mind. And so, the elf was heading out, doing the bidding of a master without truly knowing it]

[Alisha Bailey]
[Fenris enjoyed the dark alleyways of the city regardless, they reminded him of Kirkwall, in their own way, and so he found himself wandering there, eyes searching the shadows, trying to locate his target]

[Hisoka Kurosaki]
[After that, he'd moved on again, to find yet another target. He'd travelled from the alleys to the main public areas of Exsilium itself, always searching. Fenris knew he would find him eventually. Danarius had trained him well in that regard]

[Merrill]
[Now all there was to do was cut ties, to stop the one person he KNEW would be foolish enough to come after him, to try and prevent the plan from gaining fruition. So, Fenris head back to his room, pulling open the closet she's been hiding herself in, his face a scowl]

Merrill.

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[ Not that Fenris was particularly stealthy on his way over, but Merrill tends to lose herself when focusing. At least by now the plants have been moved elsewhere, but that just leaves a lot more space for things like books...and maybe some funny gadgets she found in the market. Currently it's a book that has her attention, so she legitimitely jumps a little at the closet suddenly opening like that!

Oh, it's just Fenris. Well, who else would it be? He doesn't often use her name, though, so something important must be going on. ]

What, what is it? Was I reading out loud again?

[His eyes fall to the book, only being able to make out a few words on the pages, floating in a sea of confusing letters. But the book is of no consequence right now, he scowls down at her]

I will be leaving for a while. I expect you to remain here.

[Can't hurt to try the direct approach first right?]

Leaving?

[ Merrill stands, careful not to knock over the few candles she has lit in the enclosed space. He expects her to stay here? How rude. ]

Where are you going?

[He continues to scowl at her]

Why must you ask questions? It does not concern you. I am just leaving the city. Alone. [And with people he kidnapped, but details]

[ Her brow furrows a little more, and she would step out of the closet but she's realizing he kind of has her trapped in here...uhuu... ]

Alone? But I thought you were supposed to go on missions with other people, at least for your first one! Why don't I go with you? I'd like to see...

NO. [This time it's harsher, and he places a hang on her shoulder, slowly but forcibly pushing her backwards]

I wish to have nothing to do with you. You are to stay here, out of the way.

Wha—!

[ SERIOUSLY HOW DARE HE. Ah he's being kind of scary right now. Anyone should be nervous when Fenris is touching them unkindly, that just means they're using their brain. She had also nearly knocked over her candle.

Merrill doesn't try to smack his hand away (might just hurt herself on a spike), instead resorting to a very startled flinch. She isn't the violent one here, but he would be foolish to think she can't defend herself, either. ]

Unhand me, Fenris, your grip hurts! [ And his words hurt more. Why do they still? ] If you don't want me to come, then I won't.

[ Okay she's lying, because he got a little too mad a little too fast, even for him. Maybe not lying that well on the fly, but can he tell? ]

[His grip tightens, the talons of his gauntlets scraping against her skin, his lip turned to a sneer]

I do not believe you.

[ Her lips press tightly together for a moment, and her eyes would flash with something defensive if there was some light in the closet aside from the now collapsed and dimming candle.

She dares you to draw blood, Fenris. Dares you. ]

I have never lied to you!

[ Except this time but you're acting weird bro. ]

No, you ave not. But that is not to say you are not lying now. You have to stay behind, if you attempt to follow me, do not think for a second that killing you will give me pause.

[He's not drawn blood yet, but his grip tightens a touch more] Do you understand?

[ He actually offered her a death threat. As bad as their interactions have been before, has he ever threatened to do such a thing? Maybe if she went crazy and tried blood magic on him or Hawke she could see it, but otherwise? She suddenly can't recall, because her brain feels like it's buzzing. ]

How could you say such a thing?! What could be so important that it's worth killing me over?

[This time, his grip is tight enough to draw blood. It's a foolish mistake, and one he would never make in his right mind, as the lyrium starts to glow, his brands casting their eerie blue light on the proceedings]

I said, do you understand?

[ Almost immediately her eyes darken just as she yelps, more in surprise than in pain. She hurts herself all the time for her spells, but it's different when someone else is the cause. A supposed ally, even if he wouldn't say he was a friend.

He's always hated her so much, the idea of mind control just doesn't occur to her quickly enough. So she just reacts at the pain of being betrayed first, showing little mercy when it comes to showing Fenris what a mistake he was making. She has to act quick, anyway, if she doesn't want her own heart ripped out, doesn't she? She's watched him do it.

The glow she suddenly sports is as red as blood, the blood he foolishly let free. Spells she can use on others, she can use on herself, and the blood that drips down his hand boils just as the tell-tale red and white-hot cracks begin to show all along her body, lighting up the small closet even more as if she might just explode herself, but instead there's a pull, a rip, and a black miasma springs about Fenris's form just as the jagged lines along her flash. She's using him to heal herself, to weaken him and strengthen her, yelling right as she aims a fist for the only unprotected spot on him — his face. ]

Let Fen'Harel take you, then!

[He freezes as the blood magic ripples around him. The hate, the anger he would normally display at having this most hated of practises turned on him, the magic his master would use to ENTERTAIN is not on his expression at all. It's almost blank as he prepares to find a way to attack.

He clearly wasn't expecting the punch, and his weakened state makes him stumble back, slamming into the door of the closest and into his room proper. He growls, the lyrium flickering as he brushes a trail of blood from his nose. Well, that sure made her want to NOT follow him. Job done, right?]

Good. Stay here, I do not wish to see your face again.

[And with that, the lyrium fades, and he starts towards the door]

[ His reaction shocks her more than anything. It keeps her feet rooted to the floor, eyes lightening and red glow fading almost as soon as he begins to walk away. She had done that on impulse, and immediately felt guilty for it, but she had expected some kind of retaliation. She should be glad there isn't, but just having him give up and walk away is...

Well, is it Fenris or isn't it? Sometimes Merrill feels like she doesn't know him at all; she only knows his anger, and the occasional grudging acknowledgment. But she remembers how he had acted a her arrival. They are the only ones from Hawke's group, the only ones to represent him. They were to stick together if they were to succeed in conquering however they may in this foreign world.

He would never do this. ]

F—Fe—

[ Merrill thinks to call to him, but then stops herself short as she remains standing at the closet's entryway. He is acting like he's being controlled. Like someone else is using blood magic on him. It gets her blood boiling in a different way, and she stays silent. Because a such a powerful slave on a mission would just fight her to the death. She couldn't enslave him without becoming worse than whatever person or demon had corrupted him, and now she feels more the guilt for stealing his life force.

If she follows, he'll kill her, and then she won't be able to help him. She needs to tell someone, but she can't just tell everyone. Fenris is a serious danger to those unprepared, but maybe those from Thedas would have a better idea of how to proceed. Elissa was supposed to be the Warden that stopped the Blight...in another Thedas. She can think of nobody else to go to, and at this moment she would rather be alone in company than alone in shadow. ]

[Hisoka was merely heading back to Housing from the library, having checked out a few more books after spending the day in Edward's lab assisting with the paperwork as usual. He's not giving any outward indication he might be vaguely aware he is being followed, but he seems to pick up on something nearby with his empathy, causing him some sense of unease.

He knows physically he is far from the strongest fighter, as small and skinny as he is. And without a traditional weapon. But he would still at least try to defend himself, not wanting to cause his partner to come rescue him again. It's dark and he isn't sure anyone else around is out this late though, even in a public area.]

[There's a small glow in the darkness, as the lyrium on Fenris' skin lights up, stalking closer to Hisoka in the shadows. The elf says nothing, but there's a dull scrape of metal as he pulls his sword from its scabbard]

[When Hisoka notices the glow, that only confirms his suspicions that someone is apparently following him. Being trained with a sword himself, Hisoka recognizes the sound of one being released from its scabbard and tenses, immediately pausing and turning to look over his shoulder.

The elf isn't someone he recognizes, but that is by far the biggest problem here. He's still a bit away yet from home, and can't see that there is anyone else around the immediate vicinity either this late. He's weaponless, except for his empathy. Which probably won't do much good in defending himself right now.]

Who are you? What are you doing?

[Could he be someone sent from the United Earth, perhaps? Hisoka doesn't know. All he knows is that something seems very wrong here.]

[Fenris keeps advancing, raising the greatsword, ready to battle, if needs be, should this guy actually put up a fight]

You are to come with me.

[Hisoka stands his ground, lips pursing a little. This wouldn't exactly be the first time someone has at the very least attempted to attack or kidnap him, and he isn't about to just play along without putting up some resistance, some fight against it. He's not sure why this guy would want to try and kidnap him, he's sure he has never even met Fenris before now.]

And if I don't? I assume that's what the sword is for.

You are most observant. [He continues to advance, stopping to give him just enough space to swing his sword, should he need so]

I would rather this be done without bloodshed.

[Hisoka takes a step back, shaking his head. He can't promise there won't be bloodshed. Though he has no weapon of his own. He stops when he backs against a wall, cornered and unable to back away any further. At least, not without attempting to move around and go back the other way to the main streets. Not that he has seen many out there at this hour but there might be someone else.]

I'm sure you would. But I have no intention of going anywhere with you. I've never even met or talked to you before.

[Fenris watches him for a moment, fingers tightening on the hilt of his sword, contemplating his next move, sizing up his opponent, working out his chances]

You would be wise to come with me willingly. This is the final opportunity that I am willing to give you.

And where would we be going, exactly?

[Since. He's still not sure he likes the implications of this. At all. It's almost more than he can take to try and deal with the fear mingled with the stubborn determination and defiance as he thinks of his partner Tsuzuki fretting about him if he does get kidnapped.]

It does not matter, you will learn when you get there. Come now, and I swear I will not harm you.

Because that sounds encouraging.

[The question was, would Hisoka let him? Manage an escape once they got wherever, or along the way? Such would be more beneficial if he wasn't injured in attempt to stop the kidnapping. On the other hand, it isn't like Hisoka to not put up some sort of fight or resistance. He's weighing his options, noting the sword and his own lack of a traditional weapon.

In the end, he responds with the only 'weapon' he has: his empathy. Lashing out at Fenris, he throws his defiance, his stubbornness and refusal at Fenris. Hisoka knows it is likely futile an attempt, but he feels he has to try. For Tsuzuki's sake.]

[Fenris certainly feels it, and it gives him a moment's pause. This is unfamiliar magic, and he's not sure how to handle it. He steps back, his grip tightening on his sword. If Hisoka wants to make a run for it, this is a perfect chance]

[And here is where Hisoka will attempt to run away, making to get away from the wall at the very least and try to maneuver around Fenris so he has more room. Whether he makes it and Fenris doesn't sort of snap out of it from his empathy is another story. But he'll certainly lash out again if the other tries to grab or touch him at all. Physical contact only increases his empathy.

He's not expecting too much of a reprieve, to get too far, but he has to at least try.]

[Fenris snaps out of it as Hisoka rushes past him. He growls, twisting around and slicing out with his greatsword. He's not aiming to cut, as much as trip or otherwise bring the other to the ground.

He can't allow escape. That is unaaceptable]

[Hisoka trips as the sword swings and hits against his ankle, holding out his hands to brace for the fall, sprawling on the ground. It hurts, his knees and palms grazed but he attempts to keep going, crawl and attempt to stand.]

You ever expect anyone to go quietly?

I would prefer it that way. It is less painful for them.

[Fenris turns his sword around, attempting to smack Hisoka in the face with the hilt, to try and put him out of this little game]

[Which Hisoka has barely a moment to respond and try to dodge - unsuccessfully as the sword hits his face, knocking him unconscious rather easily and quickly. He's more support than really much for combat, so likely unsurprising he is as frail, especially without Tsuzuki his partner to assist him. He might recover sooner than could be expected, but nonetheless for now he is out of commission.]

[Sorry bro, he'll feel marginally bad about it later. For now, he simply heaves the unconscious Hisoka over his shoulder and starts off to his destination]

[ one day, alisha will learn that alleyways are not the place for her. ]

[ she's heading towards one of the cafes within exsilium this morning for a nice breakfast. she's going alone, not inviting rudy, because she's not quite sure if she should. he remembers a time that she has yet to live — and he looks at her so funny sometimes that she's not quite sure how to properly take it. so, she goes, by herself, which is quite possibly not a good choice at all. ]

[ this time, she intends not to become too wrapped up in her communicator — but old habits don't die as fast this time around. she's typing and erasing a text to rudy as she walks, shaking her head and muttering fuck as she tries to word this message as properly as she can. ]

[Fenris steps out of the shadows he's been hiding in, one hand reaching ut to try to grasp at her arm. The lyrium markings on his skin begin to glow, letting off an eerie blue-white light into the alleyway]

[ she doesn't really notice it, the being followed, since she's so consumed in trying to form this message in the best possible way. but she senses him too late, when he's grasping out for her arm. ]

Hey!

[ she tries to jump back, but alisha's never quite had the best of timing for this. she frowns, hand tight on her device, but her eyes slip over to the glowing markings on his skin. ]

[ alisha's finger accidentally presses send on the message she had been thoughtfully composing to rudy. unfortunately, the contents would only anger him, rather than turn him into a detective. ]

[And this is why people should phone rather than text. Gosh kids today. Fenris pays the device little notice, even if he wasn't mind controlled, he wouldn't care much for it. It's just magic by another name.

His grip tightens somewhat]

Come with me willingly, and I will not harm you.

[ alisha tries to shake his grip off, which, is quite possibly the dumbest thing to do. but, hey, alisha excels at being dumb. her device manages to drop out of her hands during her trying to wriggle her way out of his tight grip. ] How about you fuck off instead?

[ her heart is beating rapidly in her chest, but she tries, with all of her might, to keep a strong face on. ]

That is not feasible.

[He'll start wandering off down the alley, dragging her along with him]

It would be best if you were silent.

[ alisha tries her best to dig her heels into the pavement, but she merely skids, stumbles, and tries her best to slow down her pacing in an effort to somehow break contact with him. ]

[ she sounds panicked: ] Why are you doing this?

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