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Iden sighed, and shook his head slowly.

Respect's shown in different ways, mate. But topic at hand...

Iden pushed off the wall with his shoulders, and stepped forward to clap a hand across Thrar's back.

He knows the movies, but he had the sense to test some of them out. Nobody's given him a detailed rundown yet. And I said I suspected Lasombra because of how he described it. Shadowplay, sadism....and the kid's first victims were his vacationing family. Fun stuff.

Iden didn't sound like he found the notion too very fun. But he shrugged it off, then quirked a glance at Thrar.

Thrar stood listening impassively. When Raoul was done he smirked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his battered notebook and began thumbing through some of the more recent pages. From what the others could see it was tattered and ripped, most pages were a combination of frantic scrawling and norse runes; one section even had blood sploches adorning the spread pages. He suddenly snapped the book shut and brought his gaze directly in line with Raoul's. He stood straight and tall and as he spoke all fear and aprehension were gone from his voice. He spoke rather than in the tone of a frightened and confused young man; in the tone of a sage or prophet.

"I know nothing, I have nothing, I am nothing. But I wish to be. If the stories are true I have been given the freedom to roam the night for eternity, who am I, one who is nothing, to spurn this. I wish to learn more about what I am, so that I no longer know nothing. I wish to start anew with the existance I am given so I will no longer have nothing. I wish to master my new gifts so I am no longer nothing. What's done is done and nothing can or will ever change that. Pity and hesitation are for the weak, but knowledge and glory are the rewards for the stout. I wish to help you and in so doing help myself."

"On a side note, revenge is no goal of mine. I believe it will be given the priority of a hobby, necessary but not to the exclusion of other things. For once revenge is complete there is void and the only thing I know that brightens a void is sunlight burning_eyes . Instead I will devote my energy to learning what I am and what I am capable of. Such a goal is worth my time to pursue."

Iden had stepped back, and kept silent with his smirk for the duration of the conversation. It was Raoul's show, not his, after all. Batman could handle it.

Thrar's reaction prompted a soft snort, and a barely restrained chuckle. Oh, the poor kid...he didn't know half of what he was signing up for. Iden missed being that naive.

But Raoul took him well enough. So Iden kept his peace, until he was bid to approach. His eyes widened, and his eyebrow shot skywards.

Aw s**t. You're kidding, right?

Iden knew, though, that Raoul was not. He groaned, and stepped past Thrar to take position just before Raoul.

Did I ever tell you this s**t blows, chief?

Iden sighed, and quirked a quick glance at Thrar.

Enjoy the show. I'm gonna enjoy watching you realize what you just said.

Iden honestly didn't know what to expect. Raoul hadn't used the device before, despite that he had explained how it worked.

So it was to Iden's GREAT displeasure that Raoul chose to demonstrate it now.

As Raoul made his gesture, Iden stiffened visibly, then heaved over. His muscles began to spasm violently, doubling the Brujah over until he dropped to the floor twitching, his face contorted in a pained grimace. He hadn't even had the chance to shout in pain, but it certainly LOOKED like it hurt to be twitching that violently.

Worse, then were the signs that Thrar COULDNT see. Iden would not be standing any time soon, given the anklet's other effect. Were he not wearing full legged jeans, one would be able to see the slow spread of withering and ailing flesh up his leg...but he was wearing jeans, so the sight wasn't one readily available.

As Iden fell Thrar sidestepped and watched with interest as the other cainite writhed in pain. In his head Thrar was keeping count of as many visible symptoms as could be seen as well as reaction time. Knowledge is power after all. Once the display was over he stepped up to the desk and firmly took Raoul's hand.

"Im in, where do we start?"

He would have to take time soon to record his findings in his notebook. Having perspective on events was key to making beneficial decisions.

The resolution that had been burning in Thrar's eyes flickered. Then as the scent of Raoul's blood wafted into his nose his eyes glazed over with a shudder he leaned forward and tenatively drank. It was all he could do to keep himself from taking a bite and the effort he was exerting was visible. After a sip he looked up at Raoul questioningly.

During this whole time, Iden had been suffering through the overtightened muscles associated with severe electrical shock. His chest felt like it was wishing to tear itself along several different seams, leaving him quite winded, even after the flopping around ended.

Eventually he loosened up enough to be able speak. Naturally, the first words out of his mouth..

Aw ******** me!

It perhaps broke the serious overtones of what Raoul was trying to teach Thrar, but that was hardly of Iden's concern. His grunted words of physical ouch were more an unconcious reaction.

Slowly, he began to drag himself into an upright position upon the floor. His legs felt like they'd been liquified, for one, so standing wasn't a good idea, but that was fine. When Raoul bid him to sit, he half-crawled to the chair, grumbling softly to himself in numerous langauges...odds are not a single word spoken was fit for innocent ears.

*Thrar's room was plain and simple - a single bed, chest of drawers, wardrobe, small table and chair, window, en suite bathroom of one person proportions.
Some basic clothing sat in the various recepticles and the only thing that seemed to give the room personality at all, was the apocalyptic painting over the desk - a painting, or variation of, the one that recurred throughout the town hall, the largets version just outside Raoul's office.
The attendant would leave Thrar to his own devices, returning twenty minutes later with three bound and gagged men, which he dropped on the floor. None of them were unconscious, al were trying to scream*

The Prince says he hopes you arent squeamish about your food, you'll have to gbet used to it sometime. Good eve.

*And then he left. The wriggling men smelt of blood.



Meanwhile in the office, Raoul set a goblet of vitae before Iden, watching him carefully*

Now you know exactly what it does. Im sorry I showed it off on you before our new friend, but I also wanted you to understand the risk of crossing me. If we can tame this new one... you are the best suited person we have to shadow him on covert ops. But Im not entirely sure your mentality is up to it... I have heard rumours of split personalities, but then Ive ALSO heard Roan has been being rather... extreme... of late. Care to confirm or deny any of all this?