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[applix]

Mike looked up with wide eyes at Corliss for a long time before speaking. "Well couldn't I activate it and then while it recharges you can just snap it off or something, break it?" He looked hopeful, sitting in the large frame of the chair the man had helped him to. Mike was a small youth, his lithe body and short height made him look harmless, but that just wasn't the case.

Mike could feel his eyes looking at Myitt from afar once more, the shadow hovering over her still. His stomach churned and he nodded as his left ear twitched, someone whispered into it.

[Myitt]

"I suppose I could try to snap it off," Corliss says thoughtfully, eyeing the readouts.  "It appears that when it recharges it stores latent energy and cannot activate its electrical functions."  He shrugs.  "It is worth a shot.  Try it."

Myitt looks over her shoulder, wincing at the pain in her arm. 

<That kid's still staring at us.>

<No kidding.>

<It's kind of creeping me out.>

<No kidding.>

[applix]

Mike took a few deep breaths as he closed his eyes and reached up towards the collar. He gripped the chair on which he sat with his free hand. But as he touched the ring of metal his hand went straight, his grip on the chair loosening and he shook wildly. He could do nothing to control the seizure he had and when it was all over he fell slack against the chair. "Do... it." He gasped as he pushed at the chair behind him, his head falling back and exposing his neck easily.

Mike seemed fragile and cowardly, but as he held himself still there was a strange sort of discipline about him that made all of his cute and innocent features blend into the background. It was the reason he was able to be who he was, kill and maim his enemies even with the dirty blond hair covering his eyes.

[Myitt]

Corliss blinks.  Some gut feeling...something makes him hesitate.  "Sorry, I...don't think I can, after all."

[Shenmue654]

Mar, sipping his drink, watches the entire long exchange over the new boy with some interest. Since he had no idea going in who this person was, he has no idea now. That collar looks very complicated, even by Empire standards. Whoever this person is, someone must have a stake in him.

He glances at Corliss and states, "Someone obviously has business with this young fellow. You can't shut off the collar because it has an electric current running through it, correct? And Myitt, as to your comment..."

He turns to her pleasantly. "Death shall by far and away not be the end of you. At least from my perspective."

[Myitt]

"Yea, and on top of that, I don't think I want to turn the bloody thing off," Corliss says crossly.  "Anyway who are you, then, threatening my brother like you are?  You're spare, you are."

Myitt watches Mar, curious.  "You telling me I get a harp and a halo?" She snickers to herself, shaking her head.

[Shenmue654]

"Possibly I'm crazy," states Mar with an amused look on his face. He rather likes this fellow, whoever he is. Even if this fellow already doesn't like him. It's funny how that happens. I did speak with his brother after all, and...I admittedly make that impression on people.

"I think that I am me, and that this is how I am. I am Mar. And no Myitt, there's no harp or halo involved. Honestly, the disrespect people have these days for the unknown is abominable."

[Myitt]

"Well, Mar, here you are going on about my sibling's impending doom, like you can mark it on the calendar.  What's your deal, man?" Corliss paces a little.  "And Myitt, why by all the stars are you hanging out with this low life?"

"Don't ask me," Myitt says flatly.  "He just sat down next to me and offered to pay my tab." 

This shuts Corliss up, eyebrows raised.

"Yep.  And hey, Mar," she says, looking sideways at him.  "If uh...if I don't get the harp and halo, does that mean I'm going to the other place?"  She smiles brightly, amused.  Of course, there is no other place.  No afterlife.  Nothing.

...right?

[Shenmue654]

Mar chuckles. "I can't mark it on the calendar. Honestly, I couldn't tell you when it is. But humans age and they die, as do most races. I am not insinuating I wish to cause harm, merely that it will happen. And as for the "bad place" so to speak, think it to be no fault but her altruism should she find herself there. She will explain this should she care. Besides, I'm under the impression that she doesn't believe in it."


Mar glances again at the young man. There's something terribly unsettling about him, as if he isn't quite what he seems. But Mar cannot determine, again much to his chagrin, why this is. I feel so terribly isolated and trapped. I can feel things yet, but I can confirm nothing. Nothing at all in this body. I'm beginning to doubt myself, which I have never done. Why should I begin now? If I doubt, my efficiency will be compromised..

[Myitt]

"Well of course, everybody snuffs it in the end," Corliss says, laughing incredulously.  "It's the only eventuality."

"Apparently Napoleon over here met up with me in some kind of lucid dream that I don't remember having, and I saved some poor possibly nonexistant soul's life, in exchange for my own soul for all eternity."  Myitt is all but biting back laughter, explaining this.

"Uh...huh," Corliss says, scratching his head and looking at Myitt with the concerned stare of a person trying to warn a friend that they are sitting next to a pit of fire ants.  And the friend is covered in honey.

[Shenmue654]

"Hmph," states Mar, looking obviously uncomfortable. "I do not think that I am mad. But it is impossible to confirm anything here. I feel nearly blind. I suppose the only thing to do is to test it."

Mar closes his eyes and focuses. He frowns after doing so for some time. Eventually, a strange energy shield of sorts forms near the side of one of his arms, like a weapon. Mar blinks, looking immensely disturbed and somewhat tired. That took far too long and took far too much effort. It should have been a simple spell.


"That didn't go the way I had in mind. I am...weak. As for the situation with your soul, I suppose I can prove nothing. I am...sorry."

[Myitt]

"Ah?  Feeling a bit of what it's like on the other end, aren't you?" Myitt says, leaning on her good arm.  "I almost feel sorry for you.  If not for the fact that if you are telling the truth, you're probably going to throw me into some kind of pit of eternal damnation."  She gazes far off at the glasses behind the bar, eyes tracking.  "Again with the color pink, I can't explain it.  I don't usually hate pink."

"Myitt, perhaps you should, erh," Corliss stammers.  "Perhaps you should see a doctor, your arm's looking a bit off."

"No, it's not like that," Myitt says faintly, trying to remember, digging through Tara's memories and her own...but finding nothing.  Only glimpses of old dreams that, unfortunately, fade at the whim of neurotransmitted ions upon waking.

[applix]

Mike's breaths deepened as his shoulders dipped and rose. He whimpered softly and then looked up at Corliss. "Why didn't you- didn't you try something?" He asked pleadingly, his vision getting better and better as time passed. He was now able to focus on the man's eyes even if he couldn't really see what color they were. He reached up slowly to touch the collar just making sure it was still there- it was. He quickly pulled his hand away and looked up accusingly at Corliss before suddenly getting the gut feeling that he needed to run from him.

Fear quickly filled his eyes and he stumbled out of the chair, finding traction on the floor with his naked feet as he made his way quickly to to the far end of the bar, but on his way he tripped and it set off the collar as he landed. His body thrashed suddenly as electricity pummeled him and he let out a yelp as the worst of it died down. Instinctively he began reaching for the stool beside him to pull himself up, but his body shook so much he really couldn't gather himself up off of the floor. He could feel the shadow draping over him, finding a home deep inside of him.

[Shenmue654]

Mar breathes out lightly. Again the exertion. This does not bode well. He will have to practice if he intends to fight anyone in this sorry state.

"You hate pink because I wanted you to wear a proper dress for once. Why this fostered such hatred I have no idea. As for your mind...the reason I was so reluctant to tell you anything is because I fear you would be disturbed if your memories returned. I am lucky that the process of repression was so thorough. I did not exactly take your memories. It is not the sort of thing you remember, much as a human's fading dream."

Mar chuckles, glancing at Corliss. "I suppose I am a bit off, but just for now."

[Myitt]

Corliss winces as he watches Mike scamper across the bar.  "Sorry mate, I don't think it's you, I just...don't trust that thing."  He feels terrible, but honestly, his survival instinct is warning him against interfering.  He glares at Mar.  "Yeah, well lay off messing about with my family, alright?  I don't care who you are or what state you're in."

Myitt stares for a long moment at Mar, barely blinking.  "Yes," she says finally.  "Pink dresses.  I hate dresses.  Well, actually, Tara hates them.  I by default find them unsuitable for combat and just...really scratchy and uncomfortable.  I don't think I want to remember whatever it is you did to me.  Besides, I already have you assurances that you won't harm my friends.  Somehow I find I can hold you to your word."  She swallows, her mouth dry.  All that blood loss, the booze, lack of sleep...her head is swimming.  Or maybe it's the memories...she uncharacteristicall y feels like crying.  Or maybe it's anger. 

<Damn this infernal body!> she snarls.

<Sorry?> Tara quips.