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Completely devoid of all sensory perception around him. Laeadin didnt notice as the man snapped his fingers in front of his face and talked to him. His serpentine eyes still dialated all the way, still rocking back and forth, he heard nothing, he felt nothing. As the minutes passed on, all he did was whimper over and over

"Cant sleep pink will eat me, cant move pink will catch me, pink, pink, pink, must escape the pink, cant escape the pink"

The magnificent jeweled and runed greatsword strapped to his armored back would scrape in the ground every time he rocks, leaving small gouges in the ground and emiting a terrible obnoxious sound. Yet he does not react.

Aside from an involuntary jiggle of flesh, the man didnt even seem to register the smack... His skin didnt redden, his eyes didnt even blink. All laeadin gave as a response to the smack was...

"Pink pink pink pink pink pink pink is everywhere, must escape the piiinnnnkkkk"

In response to the vicious kick to his manhood, laeadin falls onto his side, still unblinking and muttering softly yet frantically to himself

"cant sleep, cant eat, cant fight, cant escape, pink pink pink pink pink!"

however, upon falling to the ground, his Magnificent jeweled greatsword is shifted, to give a better view to Alex, showing its pressence

As Alex's hand inched towards the hilt of the magnificent greatsword, it starts to slide towards his hand.... when his hand is within inches of the handle, it flares into a bluish black flame and his hand is engulfed in a surging black fire that courses adrenaline.

And still all laeadin does is whimper softly to himself. As his nervous tendancies start to kick in, the back of laeadins armor gives way to a muscled and scaled black and red dragons tail roughly 5 feet long, that prompty lays dead on the ground and twitches

Again laeadin does not move, although his legs straighten somewhat and he sits back up. As his nervousness continues, the upper back of his platemail gives way to gigantic (proportionaly) black and red dragon wings that fold amongst itself to support his weight in the sitting position.

Laeadin absently crosses his arms over his chest and continues to rock back and forward gently, muttering to himself as black energy beguins to try to sear the ground around him. Blackish hellflame in the shape of ultimate suffering try vainly to penetrate the magically guarded land, yet still they dance, still they try, and still he doesnt notice.

"What! What is so important that you dragged me out..."

His last words failed him as he looked upon the armored man. Almost insantly, Emberis recognized the man for who he was. The armored man was Laeadin, Demi-god of suffering. This could not bode well for the pagoda...

At the Pagoda Gate, Takara stood silent as she surveyed the scene with her magical sight. She saw no details, no clear image of what lay there, rather she sensed the auras of what lay around her. To her mind, everything had a certain feel to it, rocks, trees, people. However, the large presence she felt didn't appear to be human, it was almost divine. Slightly tilting her head in question, she made her way closer to the presence. He had a physical body, though that was all her sight could tell her. What was he doing here? She stopped a few feet from him, merely observing, her blind eyes revealing the questions her mind held though for the moment she spoke them not.

Takara turned her head to face the speaker, nodding in agreement with his statement. However, she didn't recognize him though his aura felt slightly familiar in some way, as if she'd met him in a dream half-remembered.

"Greetings, sir. Yes, I do sense he's alive but he hasn't shown any sign of movement or reaction to anything around him...Though I must ask, who are you? Have we met before?..."

She couldn't for the life of her recall anything of this person, her memories having been wiped in that incident a short while back, the one in which she was both healed and wounded in the same instant.