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[l3ve]

I coughed, chocking up some chuck at the back of my throat. My thought were buzzing in a grey array across my head, like I had a balloon instead of a head. It felt like I was spinning along everywhere, but at the same time I was as unmoving as stone wedged on a cold wet surface. It was very dark for a long time, not that it bothered me if I was conscious enough for things to bother me. I was propped up and logged around like another rag doll and injected with more liquid that made my head spin more. Since my subconscious became aware of the foreign attack that entered into my bloodstream it quickly reacted against it. Antigens pulled out of the blood cells and worked its defense to the enemy, trained to recognize specific physically fatiguing drugs. The drug exited my blood stream and I slowly began to get a grip on reality again.

My eyelids were heavy and sticky with rheum from the long hours of sleep, my vision created triple of the details on the ceiling. My head was still dizzy, and that would take more time to subside. While the antigens and antibodies were still working up a war my brainwaves were cut off from the pathway to the nerves, leaving me motionless. I felt the hairs and goosebumps on my skin strike straight up as a freezing cold draft flew straight through me. My throat continued to cough through until my airways cleared out significantly enough for me to breath again. Once I got to pulling oxygen through again my ears popped and I began to hear my surroundings again normally. I took deeper breaths patiently letting air circulate through my muscles, veins, and whatever injuries I had. I blinked and felt the crust of dried blood on my brow, my body was working to fix that too. From around me the only thing I could hear was the light tedious dripping of water from around me, and from the intensity of the sound the drop was coming individually from the ceiling with only gravity pulling it down a drop of around 8 feet onto a damp stone ground. The echo that followed the drop suggested that the room was much wider without any distinct thick walls or objects obstructing the sound. When the drug exited the part of my brain that effected vision I got a clearer image of the ceiling, but I still couldn't move yet. It was dark, with a few dim candle lights glowing sporadically. The stone ceiling was glossy with water soaked in it, and patches of moss clinging closely. I was closer to the ceiling then the ground was, so I must be on a bed or a solid mount. From the details I obtained already I assumed I was underground, and not somewhere too welcoming to my mission. I couldn't stress myself thinking too much until I recovered a little more, so I kept my eyes closed, breathing deeply, and let my hearing travel around the area. I only heard the drips of water, some far corner a single mouse scrambling down a pipe, a breeze sliding through the walls, some rusty metal lightly tapping against each other, and some stressed breathing of humans and other very weakened creatures that were less present then the mouse.

I noted down that there was no danger in the area, for now, so I begun to let myself meditate to grasp how much control I have and the state my body is in. It was a strong drug, one that I am probably familiar with from my studies, but its one that is more dangerous to humans so I'll have to assume that I'm being mistaken with a human, which isn't crazy with the illusion I was playing for a disguise. I sensed more drugs in me, anesthesia that induced me a loss of responsiveness, along with other lesser known plant mixtures that cuts off connections with reality or the body that would again work better with humans. I used my mind to feel around for any more injuries, anything below my midsection was still cut off, so I only felt some bruising, healing cuts, and starvation. The different sections of my brain came back and I again became familiar with my five senses, and finally the important hippocampus nerve came back and I remembered what last happened to me. The mission details returned, and I felt a pang of failure and disappointment in myself. Then I felt scared, that I didn't know exactly what happened. I traveled from Ellesmere to Ilia Feon on a mission the unknown individual that assigned me with this mission instructed me to be as invisible as possible. I did everything properly, staying as hidden as I've always been, what did I do wrong? My last memory was when I pulled myself high up on a tree to hide in the shadows of the night in the leaves and watch a certain someone. The details of the purpose was very vague, which was fine with me, all I had to do was find out as much as I could and I did. But from then everything went black. Was I caught? Was I more visible then I believed? Have I failed yet, or is there still hope? My head fell to the side, giving me more of a picture to see. I was in cell, surrounded by cold bars. Outside the cell it looked like it went very far, with silver mist blanketing the distance. My hand twitched, and I felt my wrist locked up tight squeezing my skin. My back was pressed against a cold hard surface, and I began to dread what could happen.

[Elloria]

(OOC: As far as I know, Don/Kite is planning on jumping in on this, so it may be at least one more round of posts before Josk and Plasaeda meet.)

Josk let out an irritable sigh as he looked over the report again. He and Vencari had arrived in Ília Fëon just a few days ago. One of their Associates had sent the report he currently held about a week prior to their arrival. It was a rather normal report of his activities in the city…until one reached the end. Though the words were as carefully written as the rest of the report, there was still a panicky tone to it. Chornaude had discovered he was being followed – by what appeared to be a human, no less. Which, really, that should not have concerned the elf in the slightest. Humans were hardly a threat to the elves in any case and it was most likely an elf in disguise rather than an actual human. Besides which, the Hive had several human companies in its network. If Josk recalled correctly, one of the Shrikes was a human woman. But Chornaude was apparently the type to panic and Malakian Company could not afford for this operation to go sour. While Vencari had gone off with a couple of other Drones to pick up the elf’s tail as soon as they had arrived, Josk had been reading both the report and Chornaude’s file. Having seen them bring the tail back in had merely confirmed Josk’s initial assessment of the Associate – the elf was an easily startled idiot. He had come into this under the assumption that his opponent would be a human. His entire stock of poisons and drugs was designed to deal with a human. Normally he would have prepared for just about any possible scenario, but Vencari had insisted that wouldn’t be necessary. And instead, he had used up a fair bit of his sedatives trying to keep the ‘human’ sedated. With his extensive knowledge of and not-inconsiderable skill with magic, he had noticed the illusion the ‘human’ woman had been using almost immediately.

And now they had a problem. He didn’t have the right equipment to interrogate an elf. The methods he used for each race varied and he was always far more brutal with elves than humans because humans tended to be easier to break. Josk wasn’t certain if it was a matter of training or genetics, but that had been his experience. And he didn’t have any of his fun devices. He might actually have to be more than a little clever about this. Build a rapport with the individual, tempered with occasional cruelty. He shuddered at the thought. That was not how he operated. He tossed the report on top of the file that rested on the table before him. The door to his ‘office’ creaked open. He closed his eyes and massaged his temples, desperately hoping the effort would result in him no longer being in this dank underground facility dealing with the incompetence that was almost inevitable in this business. “No offense, Lieutenant, but I hope you come bearing better news for me than you have thus far.”

[Kite]

*Heads were soon to roll, and that pleased Amelia somewhat despite her mood. Ever since they had actually arrived in Ília Fëon, she had grown more and more irritated. The trip itself was just a minor annoyance really, and it was important for the tail to be off Chornaude, although for different reason than he seemed to realize. However, finding his operation here in such disarray was the final nail in the coffin.

Finding Chornaude to be paranoid is one thing, but incompetence is quite another.

His first mistake had been assuming that the tail was human, something that Josk and Amelia discounted almost immediately. There were few ideas on who the Humans could even possibly be, but most likely the human following him was either an elf looking like a human, or a Broddring agent, usually with a legitimate cover. Broddring was more worried about the Hive's activities within to be following a Hive Associate that has no direct impact on them, especially when that Hive Associate is across the Hadarac Desert from the closest human settlement. So the only possibilities left were that the human was a human Hive Drone, or that it was an elf passing themselves off as a human. A laughably, and usually fatal, stupid idea.

His second, and perhaps even more aggravating, mistake was not preparing for Elven problems. All of his solutions for interrogation and removal were directed towards humans. Humans! They were much more likely to need something for dwarves than humans. So now, in the case that they capture an Elf tailing them, they were shit out of luck just because Chornaude was an incompetent little bastard.

She slips through the door to the office that Josk has been using and hears him state that he hopes her news is better this time along, and she shrugs, closing the door before speaking.*

Not particularly. We have an elf in our holding cells looking like a human that might be awake by now, we have a gibbering idiot in charge of the local branch screwing us in our work, and there isn't much to do about it.

*She leans against the door before speaking again.*

I was in error when I said that you should not need the tools of your trade. However, all we can do about that now is try different methods. That said, if you give me a list of the things we can scrounge up in any useful amount of time, it will be done.

[camcam9999]

I woke up and looked around. I was trapped in a giant stone dungeon. I felt like I was drugged I didn't know what the drug was, but it was not affecting me as much as whoever drugged me expected it to. After I recovered at least a little bit and looked around. I saw another Elf I said "Hello. Who are you and why are we in here." The last thing I remembered was walking along the road just exploring. Then I woke u here. I didn't understand how I got here and why I would be captured and imprisoned. I wasn't fully recovered yet but I had gotten my bearing and cast a spell to fully recover and then waited for an awnswer form the other Elf.