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Gasten watched Malphas' tirade with a stony, somber expression. The entirety of the resteraunt had went silent, as all eyes focused on this stranger. After he was done speaking, Gasten slowly put his fork down on his plate, and looked directly at Malphas. A few cold seconds passed, before being broken by a crack, a smile ripping through the seeming silence.

"It is nice to have some refreshing perspectives every once in a while. My whole community generally does not have much conflict, and such altered and skewed realities are not, shall we say, normal. To me, of course."

He forked another piece of pie, before carefully bringing the fork up to his mouth. He chewed it down, in a much more polite manner than the man in front of him had just displayed. After he was finished, He spoke, using his fork in his fist for gestures here and there.

"I understand how I may seem crazy for doing what I've done. But consider this, before you pass immediate judgment: have you ever heard of the church looking for their missing block? Or even, shall we say, relatives looking for people, or filed missing person reports, for January 16th, 2021? "

At this, if Malphas was paying attention, he would have seen Dounji stabbing his fork into his untouched pie, hard. This would be accompanied with a twitch, as well as a slight glare forming. Gasten showed no sign of noticing, and continued speaking.

"One does not need worry about these petty and trifle things, when one has power such as I. My tackle, you say? Friend, I would stop that silly little bullet before it had even come a full inch out of the gun, and shove it through your sphincter and out of your mouth without even blinking. Trust me on this: If you attempt to hurt me or any of my people, you will suffer a slow and tortured existence."

His face had seemingly grown cold, his dialect simple and direct at this point. He shattered this mood with an odd gesture after such a speech: He put his hand over Malphas' hand. He spoke locking his eyes into the man. Not probing, not manipulating. Simply talking.

"I would never want to do such a thing to such a strong spirit like you. You have so much potential, so much you could draw from the bio-rhythm of the earth with such a mind. Let me open your mind, just once. I promise, just as I have promised your safety, that I will not alter any of the feeling or change any of the sights. And, if you wish to go back to being blind after you have seen, I can do so for you. All you will have is the memory, which I can remove. However, if you see it, and if you feel it like I do, then you will have done something to greatly empower yourself. So, how about it?"

Paul chuckled, stepping closer to Paul. The same maniacal grin still plastering his face.

"Read minds? No, nothing quite like that, friend. The answers to your three questions are as follows: Blood, you name it, and whatever I feel like."

He continued chuckling, and casually picked one up off of a shelf. It had a darkish green color, and seemed to almost sparkle.

"This one, for example. It has the ability to empower the taker permanently with an incredibly powerful sense of hearing, great strength, incredible pain tolerance and loss of the need to sleep. Further still, it enables you to give this gift to others."

He played with it in his hand, rolling it along each finger. He tossed it up once, and caught it with the other hand. He then extended the hand holding it to Kai.

"This one, you can have for free."

Paul nodded, and turned abruptly. He threw his hands to the side, and wiggled his fingers, an arched brow on his face.

"Let me see what you might be interested in."

He leaned into the cabinets and drawers, opening and peeking, occasionally sniffing. After a while, he stopped, and picked one up. It had a metallic gleam to it.

"You said something about your studies, did you? Well, here's a rare one. This is an incredibly expensive, experimental nanite. It helps with mental and muscle memory, tying synapses, creating stronger bonds to it. I just sold the other vial a month ago, so this is the only one not consumed yet. It is estimated to quicken memorization by up to four times average speed, and allow logical thought processes to form and connect with fluid ease. My previous client payed roughly twelve million dollars."

At this, he stopped, and thought for a while, tapping the vial to his chin.

"Granted, that was a larger amount. Tell you what. If you allow us to relocate your lab and your people down here with us, and you can have it. I would ask that you also join us, but after a conversation with our Lord and master, I'm sure that you will follow him. You are an intelligent, spirited person, and will see the true way."

He paused, putting the vial in his pocket. He then turned to Kai.

"This is but one small reach of our resources. If you name what you want, I can tell you what you will have to pay. Unless this here satisfies you enough."

Malphas exerted an extreme amount of willpower to not withdraw his hand from the man's grasp. The image of a viper was strong, the stranger's hand looking more and more like the venomous snake it was. Malphas had well and fully gone armpits deep into the honey-pit that was this trap. Why not go full under, and find the gold sunk in the cess-pit he was in. "********." The word is multi-faceted in any function of language. Here, it meant 'Well, I'm ******** to the north. But, I'm double ******** to the south, the east, and the west.' It was a very North-bound '********'. "You're on. Give it to me, on the promise you'll let me leave," Malphas looked at the girl, deciding on whether or not he should rescue her. He decided that he did not, indeed, give a ******** as to her well-being. "if I care to. Solid?"

((666th post. Hail satan.))

With a small smile Ama watched as Gasten and a new person walked through the door, wondering if he would really dis-approve of Gloria the way she was now... She was amazing, her entire body seeming as a tree, her arms sprouting the most delicate little buds ever seen by Ama's eyes.
With a soft yawn Ama finished her Fajitas, fork falling to the table with a small clatter, followed by an appropriate thud; the girl was now passed out in the middle of the diner.

As she slept small whimpering sounds seemed to drip from her lips, the nightmares so thick one could practically smell them as they began to thicken the air. It had been a long time since she had slept without aid, her weak body taking and digesting the pills quickly, the alcohol almost neutralized now that it had already done it's harm. Her fingers twitched slightly and one could tell almost instantly that she was going to be gone for a while.