Celadon had opted to take the first conversation with their new ‘friend’. Apparently, Drayson had opted to go the route of playing the innocent for awhile, but quickly changed his tune after the Cybele Squire asserted her intentions for information. Hy-Brasil could only assume Celadon got the information she wanted, or most of it anyway.

Now, it was the Knights turn, and Hy was very curious to see what further could be gleaned. She had high hopes.

Walking into the room she found the young man just as he should be. Still hog tied and left prone on the ground. Aelius had obviously been attempting to pry his hands free from the restraints by the raw looking skin. And when he looked up at her, it was with a gaze of anger and hate. Perfect. Perhaps he wasn’t going to play the innocent card again.

Aelius, stared at the green-clad Knight as she walked in the room. Well, stared at her the best he could from the position he was in. He could only crane his head back so far to see her walk through the door that she made no show of closing behind her. The clear sound of heels on wood, followed by the scuffling of wood on wood as the stool that the squire had used was pulled back into his vision.

“Did your friend not get enough information for you?” He huffed out in an attempt to sound uninterested in the Knight pursuits.

With a smile, Hy sat on the stool. Her eyes never lifted from Drayson as she dropped a familiar duffle bag onto the ground next to her. “I was busy going through your things and your phone. Sorry that I couldn’t come while my friend was taking such good care of you.” Honestly, Hy was surprised to see the corrupt so uninjured. Either Celadon lacked interest in physical harm or Aelius was willing to talk.

The only worry she had though, if he was willing to talk, how true was the information. There wer chances he fed them falsehoods. She made note to confer with Celadon and to share their information with each other to be certain.

“I have to admit, you have very little in that phone of yours that says anything about your personal life. Just some text messages with a man named Waru that uses far too many emjio’s, a woman named Helen that seems to be involved in your work, and from there just useless things or odd messages here and there. Nothing of substance really.” She pulled the phone out of the bag. The screen was shattered and the device was clearly broken beyond repair with the back oh the phone barely holding on. “I did manage to put it together that you work as a model and that Helen is likely your manager while this Waru character is likely someone you’re in a relationship with.”

Aelius looked forlornly at his broken phone. He was incredibly grateful for his need to try and keep his civilian and powered life separate, thus not leaving any trail, but the fact they even got part of Waru’s name was disconcerting. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything incriminating in there and he didn’t tend to put last names of those he knew well.

“So what’s your point?” He remarked. Continuing on with his bravado. “Neither of them know s**t about me as Heliodor.” He rolled his eyes as he tugged at his restraints again, trying to compress his hands enough to break free. “Waru is nothing more than a tinder find and Helen, as you figured out, is only a work associate.

“If you are attempting to threaten to go after them feel free to go after them, but you won’t get anything out of it.” He rolled his eyes. “So just get on with whatever it is you want.”

Holding the device between pointer and thumb, she gently rocked the phone. “Hmmm. Is that so?” She couldn’t prove it and knew it. But, she’d let the info sit and marinate. Perhaps he’d start to panic at some point.

She watched him for a minute. Just quietly rocking the phone in her finger, before she finally dropped it into the duffle bag. “Alright then.

“So. While you were sleeping earlier, I had the enjoyment of rooting through your bag. You have very little in there you know. Some clothes, dance wear… You’re a dancer, I assume? Ballet? Perhaps a mix of things? The ballet slippers were a bit of a give away.” She smiled at the look of distaste on his face. “Anyway, after going through it all, I found a few items of interest.”

Reaching down from her perch she grabbed one of the short handles and pulled the bag into her lap.

“So, tell me. What’s your relationship with Faustite?” She questioned as she began a show of rooting around in the bag.

He tried pulling at the restraints with his legs and arms, but did nothing but tear at his skin. He felt the cut happen and hissed softly for the sharp pain. “I am a member of his team.” There was no need to play dumb here. They had some info on him and he’d been seen as being a part of Faustite’s team in the past.

“Yes. I knew that. But what other relationship?” She pulled out a small compact mirror. “I’ve heard that you might hold a bit more significance to the General King.”


He could feel some of his muscles cramping a bit now. Especially as his body tensed with the direction of their conversation. “I am not sure what you heard from who but that’s bullshit.”

“Hmm…” She made a point of dropping the compact on the ground. Summoning her weapon the scent of sandalwood began to drift around her as the burner emitted faint tendrils of smoke as it swayed at her side. The staff clunked softly on the wooden floor. Without taking her eyes off of Aelius, she raised the weapon and brought it down hard, once, twice on the compact.

Bits of glass flew up.

“You’re lieing.” She pushed the pieces of glass and plastic remaining in front of her away leaving shards to skatter in it’s abused wake.

“So try again.”


Aelius flinched as a piece of glass hit his face just under his eye. The sharp p***k of pain told him it had cut him, but he couldn’t feel a trickle of blood. Nothing major.

A cut wasn’t his major problem at the moment.

“I am not lieing. I am part of his team and nothing else.” A truth beyond truths right now considering the issues between him and Faustite at the moment. Their relationship was tenuous as best despite Aelius’s attempts to rectify the situation.

Funny how telling the truth was panning out poorly for him.

Tapping a foot on the ground she sighed. “I have it under good authority that you are much more than just a team member to that monster. So stop ******** around.” She reached into the bag again to locate another item. “We will play this game for as long as I need to.”

“Whoever your informant is lied to you!” Aelius hissed angrily.

“Oh. I doubt it.” She remarked balefully. The next item, a hair claw, saw the brunt end of her staff. The plastic shattered again flying in multiple directions leaving only the spring and a few bigger pieces to sit at the Knight’s boot.

“What good will it do you anyway? Does it really ******** matter at this point?” Aelius pulled at his restraints in anger. Gods what he wouldn’t ******** do at that point to punch the knight square in the face.

“How much leverage I have with you. What means Faustite will go to for you.” A smirk.

“Now…” She reached in and pulled out another object. This one appearing to be nothing more than an old red-colored pen with faded golden detail. A small notebook was also pulled out with it.

Taking a moment, Hy opened the notebook to see what was written inside but only found a list of what she assume was groceries as well as a future to-do. Useless. But, she ripped the pages out.

The pen, she dropped to the floor.

Aelius stared at Hy-Brasil as she pulled out the notebook and pen. What he saw was much different to her. The glamour kept the article as safe as could be from quick recognization, but would it be safe from abuse?

Licking his dry lips Aelius weighed his options. If he wanted to get out of here then he was going to likely need that pen, but at the same time he didn’t want to key her off. She may now know he kept his transformation pen in there and was just banking on finding something of important to him.

“I told you I am not lieing but…”Eyes closed as he contemplated this. It wasn’t like it was too incriminating. He was already captured at this point. “We used to have a thing. In the past.”

“See. That wasn’t so hard. While I don’t fully believe you, I can work with that.” She raised the staff,and instead of it smashing the pen, the bottom of it collided with Aelius’s side right at his lower ribcage. “If you behave, then this won’t be so hard on you.”

Aelius lost breath at the hit. He groaned and rolled a bit. It was the only form of self-nurturing he could do as his restraints behind his back kept him from curling in on himself. “I giv eyou a ******** answer and you hit me.”

Ah, but better him than the pen.

“Because you took too long to answer.” Hy answered simply.

“Now, tell me, how many people have you killed? How long have you been in the negaverse?”

He answered before even thinking about it. “The ******** kind of questions are those?”

His answer got him another hit of the staff, this time to a shin. The pain radiated through his body as he cursed the Knight prolifically.

“I don’t ******** know. Think I keep track of s**t?”

A good enough answer she supposed. Close enough to a confession. “So you’re a murderer. I expected as much. If you’re anything like your leader you’re probably just as heartless and cold about it too.”

Hy was angry now. Angry at the fact that this man and his General King took life so carelessly. She could still see the squire. The way his face looked as Faustite reached inside to pull his starseed.

Hy stood and swung her staff. The gook of the staff hit Aelius’s shoulder while the burner made contact with his face. His nose and left eyes took the brunt.

“Innocents died because of you!” She shouted at him.

Aelius was left reeling from the hit. His entire body rolled over from the impact and he audibly groaned from the impact. It was hard to tell if any damaged had been done beyond blunt trauma. He couldn’t move properly to check anything and so just laid there.

Hy took a deep breath. Two. Three.

She walked over and, using her heel, pulled Aelius back over onto his other side so he face her again.

“How many people are on the team.”

Aelius was still focusing on the pain. Trying to breath through it all. Being rolled back onto his side didn’t help as his bruised boy complained at the movement.

“I don’t know. I don’t…I don’t keep track.” Gods, how long had it been since he’d seen the team all together?

“Twelve, maybe?” An arbitrary number. Something big enough to see substantial but not ridiculous.

“Not a bad size.” Hy agreed as she. moved back to the stool where she perched again. The pen that had remained on the ground she rolled under her foot as she thought.

“Besides Faustite, who’s the strongest on the team?”

Aelius shifted. The sensation of something warm tickling his wrists confused him and he wiggled his hands to try to stop it. “Every ******** Eternal and General.” It wasn’t a lie. Every single one of them could do significant damage.

The idea of who was the strongest would be totally subjective at that point.

She tapped her foot on the pen. The pen that she noted Aelius’s eyes shifted to now and then despite his best efforts not to look at it. Pain could cloud judgement after all. Likely he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

“How many Soverigns are there?” Considering that Faustite appeared as one within the past year, she wondered if there were anymore that they had yet to confirm.

Now they were getting into territory that Aelius was uncomfortable to talk about. Things like this could lead to divulging sensitive information that could get him into trouble worse than he already was in.

“I…I don’t know.” He croaked out. “I am not involved with the inner workings. Some things are kept hidden.”

She raised her staff again. She watched as Aelius flinched, expecting another blow, but this time the staff came down once, twice, three times hard and heavy onto the pen which she rolled out from under her boot.

The device was hardy. Another two more blows before it even cracked. By this point, Aelius was trying to get to it but it was too late. Another blow and the pen broke into three pieces.

Aelius appeared to wilt before her eyes a** he reached own to grab the pieces. She held them in her palm, jostling them around like nothing more than broken garbage. “Not the answer I wanted.”

Opening the bag she dropped the pieces back into the bag.


Aelius had tried to save it but he couldn’t move quick enough. Had no hand to reach out with. The hope that the pen would survive the abuse was dashed as that first crack appeared and now he was left with the knowledge that his only device to transform lay in pieces at the bottom of his bag completely useless.

Golden eyes glared dagger at the woman who stood above him.

“Now. Let’s keep trying, shall we?”