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There was a small charred spot on the floor in the Master Bedroom surrounded by ashes and pieces of cloth, Torment had burned away all his clothing. He had burned away everything. He currently lay on the bed, his two wings reignited and stretching out from his shoulders, or so it seemed, like a second pair of arms. His normal limbs were brought up behind his head as a makeshift pillow, even though there were some scattered about. His hair had dark streaks through it where wisps of flame had burnt even his own firey locks. His wings seemed a dark shade of blue, sometimes passing into black and dark green, but only for a few moments. His eyes were closed, almost strained to keep them so, but he was deep in thought. He was beating himself up about something, debating whether or not to reveal it. While he was thinking, he may not have been sitting or standing up, but he was at full attention.

He let out a sigh as he sat up, thinking out loud to himself, "If I don't tell her...I'm keeping secrets. If I do..." He let out an exasperated sigh and fell back on the bed once more eyes half opened, brilliant flames rising from them each time he blinked.

After a while he slowly sat up again, glancing to the long barren plate with a brief smile. He didn't need to tell her. It was almost as if it never actually happened, so it matters little. It was forgotten...it hadn't even been his own fault to begin with. He wasn't himself at the time. But then again...if he wasn't himself at the time, why should he hide it? He let out a sigh, "I hate this..."

He took ahold of one of the plates and tossed it slightly in his hand, no higher than a couple inches, feeling the weight. He glanced to the wall and concentrated as he threw the plate at the wall with all the force he could muster. There was a slight plopping sound as the wall absorbed the plate and began carrying it through the walls to the kitchen, a bulge tracking its progress.

While the plate was in travel other assorted kitchenware plopped in behind it in hot pursuit. Torment was back to his old self again. Doing stupid stuff while naked, nothing more Torment than that.

With no more kitchenware to throw at the wall Torment trecked off towards the bathroom. He hadn't had a decent shower in quite some time. Seeing as all his clothes had previously been burned away, he snapped his fingers, the showerhead coming to life as a rush of water came forth. He stopped at the edge of the shower and closed his eyes with a slight smile, remembering the last time he had been in it, real or not. As he slipped inside the warmth of the shower, even turned all the way up, felt cold on his skin. His hair fell around his face as water cascaded down his body, taking a stain of deep crimson with it, mixing with a fine layer of ash that was left behind as he burned everything from his body. He made no attempt to move the hair from his eyes as he looked up into the strwam of water, eyes closing as he shivered slightly.

As he stepped from the shower the water ceased on its own, flames growing around the mage to dry his body. A slight steam began to rise off of him as he paused in front of the mirror, not affected at all by the sight of his hair. It had changed, no longer sticking out at all angles, and no longer akin to flame. His hair was an ashen grey and hung around his face and in front of one of his eyes like a wilted plant nearing death. He inspected it slightly, brushing it out of the way of his eye when he felt something stirring within him. He ignored it as he turned back to the master bedroom, passing through the door into the dimly lit room. He a snap of his fingers the room began to brighten to normal levels and his closet sprang open, his favored attire leaping forth. He stepped from the master bedroom, clothes following behind him, one at a time flowing around his body, stretching beyond their limits in order to dress him as he walked.

Torment stopped in the hall, leaning against the wall as a wave of nausea ran over him, but quickly faded. He took a moment to regain his composure, but as soon as he started to walk again the same urge ran through him and he started to stumble forward and into the guest bathroom. It wasn't the fact that he was ill, nay, something linked to him was getting the living ******** beat out of it. He stood hunched over the toilet, slowly looking up as a hand darted out to grasp the sink to support him.

He was breathing rather heavily and his eyes were bloodshot, "Turey... Izmir. A name...I haven't heard in nearly a year. Maybe more. Regret the shameless Pain that was dealt, Redemption will be found in the Throes of death. Death has come to all but Two of the Brothers, Walkers of the Apocalypse."

He stumbled back from the toilet and leaned against the wall, "Inferi Vulgus...Regret...Turey Izmir. He needs my help...the b*****d lives. Damn b*****d needs to learn to stop interupting s**t."

He made his way down to the living room to take a look at Kalie before he had to leave. He literally couldn't sit around knowing IV was in trouble, especially with who was on the other end of it. He was out the front door and in the skies in no time at all, a small envelope left slipped ever so slightly into her pants, just enough to keep it there. The sound of a portal quietly closing was all that remained of him in the skies.

((Yeah, my weekend is shot, and after that I'm gone for like a week >.> I get to go to Mormonville.))

Inside was a letter and what seemed to be a small translucent business card made of magical force. The business card was slightly warm to the touch, and on one side had a scrolling message telling Kalie he loved her, and he was sorry he left without word. Upon the back was an illusion of an azure phoenix in flight, simply looking upon it and holding the card gave her the impression she could use it to contact him.

As if knowing her intentions, a wave of increased warmth washed over the small card as the side with the phoenix began to shift, displaying what looked to be an operating room. As she looked on it would slowly zoom out past a woman in black with a cat tail, passing through a wall where someone seemed to be screaming in insanity, and then to the outside, displaying a hospital with a sign that read, PatchWork Hospital. The image would fade as lettering was burned into the card by an ember trailing across the card like one writing with a pen of flame. It was Torment's handwriting.