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[letstalkshop]

Haven't slept in a week. Things can't go on like this. I have a body guard, I just need to relax.

May have impaired my judgement a little too much last night. Not sure how much I said to the pyro, couldn't risk it. Will have to devise holding cell.

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Del has a very nice little facility set up by now in deadly_octavius's world. There's her front room,

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[pyra_trake]

The first thing she relizes is that she's Very Uncomfortable. Then the headache of the hangover from the drugged drinks. Though, she didn't know it was drugged. She murmurs "Bloody hells" under her breath, opening her eyes.

She blinks. This ain't the sanctuary, and this sure as hell isn't her bedroom or one of Markus's places. "..." And she then relizes she's been removed from the Enforcer Armor. And her visor's gone. Needless to say, if Del's watching? She's probably learning quite a few colliqueal skyderian terms as the Pyromancer starts cursing.

She's a quick one, we'll give her that.

(( Note to self. Give her more icons. ))

[differentself]

And, suddenly, a mental message is sent to Pyra.

Hey, are you okay? Isis and I are getting worried about you vanishing like that without telling anybody...

Should she choose, she can send a similarly short message back.

[pyra_trake]

Pyra's eyes suddenly go wide at 'hearing' Markus in her head. She tries not to send the 'message' nintey miles an hour.

I-I don't know. I'm not sure where I'm at. The last thing I remember is going to the sanctuary last night after work, and waking up here with a killer headache

[_just_edward_]

Edward stops outside the cell, looking in through the glass at the vaguely familiar person inside. Hadn't he seen her in that ... Sanctuary?

"Hello?" he said quietly, reaching out to tap a digit against the window. The shears made a tink tink sound, metal on glass.

[pyra_trake]

Pyra blinks, Edward looks familier to her as well, but she's got no clue where she's seen him before (and alas, he's not a helpful clue, either, she has no idea he works for Del).

She pulls at her restraints a little yet again, futile, really. "Hello" is the rather suprisingly cold response from the rather passionitely ticked off pyromancer. Poor Edward, she thinks he's responseable, and he's just an innocent involved.

[_just_edward_]

He either doesn't notice the coldness of the response, or it simply doesn't bother him. "Are you all right in there?"

[pyra_trake]

Oh, the sarcasm could probably cut glass, "Oh I'm perfectly fine and dandy, except for the fact that I'm tied up and have ABSOLUTELY NO GODDESS DAMNED IDEA WHERE I'M AT."

[_just_edward_]

Now Edward was taken aback. "I'm sorry. I just saw that you were here...."

He tried to find the door latch, only to discover there was a complicated lock on it that he had no hope of opening. The scraping sounds that resulted as he poked at it were still very audible.

[pyra_trake]

Pyra winces at the sounds, as they're probably not exactly the most plesent thing on the ears. She sighs, "...I'm gonna take a blind stab and guess you don't have anything to do with this?" Given the reaction, that's about the only guess, now.

[_just_edward_]

He stopped scraping the lock. "No, I don't," was his quiet answer. He blinked through the glass at her again. "How did you get here?"

[pyra_trake]

Pyra's now taking the time to look at her surroundings. As much of them as she can see, anyway. Instead of blinding swearing loudly. "I'm... Not sure. I went to the Sanctuary and... ...My memory's a fuzzy after that..." She notes the hose, and is also attempting to figure out what her restraints are made of.

...Not that binding a mage's hands completely stops them, hands are only used to make directing a spell easier, but it's not a requirement...