𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 ( Pawzkat )

[Pawzkat]

As Isaiah hauls the perpetrator away, Ches takes it upon himself to cover the other's furious stomp towards backstage. Utilizing the energy warming his belly, the falcon blows it back out, his systems converting almost the entirety into bright, white light, something to distract the panicking masses. With invisible fingers the Messenger played with lights in the sky, gaudy, breath-stealing distractions that would [hopefully] divert attention from the serious situation at hand. /Say the world, Isaiah, and they won't remember this,/ Ches sent to the lightning-wielder. /I can tweak their memories; these people can remember this day as being a good one./

[katt]

/Do it/ Eyez sounds tired, almost sad as he disappears  backstage, flanked by guards and once he's through they block the entrance from the rest of the world, a wall of mortal flesh to keep the "gods" safe. /Give them something happy to remember and I'll get Terrence & Nova to create something nice for them to keep them calm afterwards. Thanks for helping out back there- I needed it./

[Pawzkat]

/Of course,/ replied the Messenger, sounding almost offended that Isaiah believed otherwise -- that Ches wouldn't assist the one closest to what they all could describe as a leader, [and dare he designate friend?]. /I'm putting this link on the backburner for now, by the way, while I deal with the people down here. Say, er, think my name though -- if something happens and you need me -- and the connection with reestablish itself, okay? I'll be backstage in a bit. Don't forget to give that bastard a few licks for me, no, better yet, I'll do it myself when I get the chance. Anyways... ciao!/

In the skies, the falcon set itself down in the corner of the stage, shielded by boxes of props for the performances that would not now go on. In a second Ches was human again, breathing heavily as he took the moment to catch his breath before the big guns were pulled. It was a big task to simultaneously edit the memories of /almost/ everyone in the arena at once, though the brunet didn't doubt his ability to complete it. He'd had worse, and as long as he had energy to feed off of, his powers would only strengthen. Cloaked by shadow and wood, Ches closed his eyes, and surrendered himself to the realm of the mind.

First, he had to stop the chaos. Gulping in one last big breath of sound waves to satiate his appetite, he extended his influence, and simultaneously connected himself to everyone within the radius. Like a server, he greedily gulped up the data that swarmed into his circuits, before relaying back his own thoughts and ideals and portraying them as their own.

/Stop,/ he commands.

/Sleep,/ he commands.

/Forget./

[ me: too lazy to make a whole big post about editing memories, lmao ]

[katt]

You get small flashes of all the people here as you begin to work, a young girl who's tears quickly stop, an older man who's on the verge of a heart attack until you get to him, a couple who who's confusion is soon replaced by bliss, a group of students who's minds will soon filled with memories of a concert that never fully happened, the list goes on and on of people who won't remember the horrors of tonight. While all of this is going on Nova and Terrence sneak onto the stage, the crew setting up around them. By the time you've edited everyone's memory they'll be ready to perform like nothing ever happened. If you're lucky the whole world will never know what took place here, tonight.

[Pawzkat]

By the time Ches redacts his gentle touch, he's satisfied. Weary, but satisfied. The man quickly scopes out his work, checking everyone once, twice for imperfections, but there were none. Gingerly disconnecting himself from his third brain, Ches pushed himself to his feet. In a few minutes, the crowd should awake, just in time to be entertained. The brunet slowly padded backstage, before poking around for Isaiah and their new prisoner.

[katt]

After moving through backstage for a few minutes you see that a fellow messenger, Malone, is guarding the VIP room as golden light creeps underneath the door. Malone is a little.... away with the faeries if you will. Often caught swaying on the spot to music only she can hear, she claims to see sounds, words and music as colours which helps her to "paint" hyperdelic performances that usually focus on her poetry. Out of all of The Messengers she's the youngest, seventeen years old and not really taken that seriously by mass media.

"Tanya's trying to heal Diana right now" Malone sympathetically nods to you as you approach. "She doesn't want anyone in there while she does so..... three bullets and allot of lost blood.... Must be so stressful having to try and fix that....... Isiah's gone /that/ way if you're looking for him"

She vaguely points towards the restricted area, wrist jingling with wooden beads.

[Pawzkat]

Briefly pausing to acknowledge Malone's words, Ches forces a smile that doesn't feel real. "I understand," he murmured, "Thanks Mal." Moving away from the young messenger, he heads towards the area she mentioned.

[katt]

( are you planning to be a part of edward's interrogation? just asking now so i can working both in together)

Half way down the corridor you bump into Eyez and Jada who are both heading towards redistricted with steely looks on their faces, Jada carrying a black brief case that you're not sure you want to know the contents of.

"We're going to interrogate our guest" Jada says, holding up the brief case for you to say "You gonna come?"

[Pawzkat]

[ Yes please. ]

"Might as well," Ches replies.

[katt]

(niceee.)

"Great" She nods and together the three of you reach a door marked "R E S T R I C T E D" aka Eyez's own brainchild of a holding cell. Wrenching the door open you see that the room looks like a mass of swirling black shadows, indistinguishable shapes move out of sight and a cold chill seeps into the corridor. Lit up by a single light it the prisoner is tied to a chair, KJ and Blaise stand to one side, nervously waiting to be released.

Has he tried anything KJ?" Eyez questions, sounding eerily calm, almost void of emotion. In fact it's not void of emotion, it's borderline angry, reminiscent of the calm before the storm.

"Nope, he's just sat there like a good little boy" The sarcastic drawl of KJ is severely patronizing and hints that he wants to leave. "Breathing all nicely even though he's in the room of hel-"

"You can fuck off now" Eyez snaps. "Go get ready for your performance" They don't bother to argue and slam the door behind them.

[Pawzkat]

Ches hesitates only momentarily before ducking into the room. He's never mentioned it aloud, but he found Isaiah's.. 'holding cell' to be rather creepy. He couldn't put his finger on the exact that made him feel so, other than the looming 'off-ness' in the atmosphere. Or the fact it's sole purpose was to be a torture cell. Where people got tortured. "Anything you want me to do in particular.." The man pauses, before skipping over the name he was going to mention. "Or should I just stand back and poke around while you take care of the basics?"

[ im thinking about writing a more concrete personality up for ches. i feel like his emotions keep hopping around.. do you get the same vibe? ]

[katt]

(sorta, though i feel characters are always like that at the start of rps)

"We'll start with the basics for now, poke around and if we fail you can pick up" Jada replies, putting down her brief case and rips of the blindfold, giving their captive a simpering smile. Eyez stands by the door and starts rubbing his hands together, sparks flying from his palms."So what's your name?"

[Pawzkat]

"Mm," Ches hums in response, before stepping back to let Eyes do his work. His back collides with the cool, ever-shifting expanse of the far wall, and the brunet tips head head back, before closing his olive-eyes. Activating his mental abilities, Ches fine-tunes the frequency to hone in on the perpetrator before him, to catch any mindlessly easy thoughts that drift out. Later on, he'll actually peruse the mans thoughts and innermost secrets, should Isaiah's ..techniques fail and the need arose.

[katt]

"Suck it." The man replies cheekily and Jada exhales, rolling her eyes & and tutting.
"Honey, I'm the nice cop and I brought in the briefcase full of weapons. Why don't you have another go before I start cutting toes off, hmmm?" That smile is still on her face but her dark blue, almost black eyes are dead and cold, unfeeling. This room wasn't designed for Isiah alone.

[Pawzkat]

In the back, Ches was tuning out the world, save the one person he was required pick over. He shifted when the man's first reply was cocky, arrogant. Oh boy, that certainly won't pass here. Jada didn't seem to think so either, if her answer was any indication. Perhaps the stranger grew a brain in the seconds after he spoke, for he actually gave a name. To Ches' surprise, that name was actually Edward's own. He picked up on the thought as the human said it, albeit he received it in it's entirety - first and last. Edward Géraud. "Truth," Ches said, interjecting his own voice into the fray.

[katt]

"Wonderful!" She simpers then, with the sharp flick of her wrist she points to the brief case and clicks in one fluid motion. Instantly it snaps open , revealing a selection of sharp objects, knives and other tools that were more commonly seen in tool sheds rather than in the possession of a popstar sensation. Taking her time she runs her fingers over each object, merely dawdling before she finally selects a knife. "But I'm no witch and you're going to pay for that"

[Pawzkat]

Ches falls silent once more, concentrating on Edward.

[katt]

Edward spits at her.
"Cut one of my ligaments off and no information of my employers. None. You want that, yes?" Instantly the simpering smile drops from her face completely as Jada wipes her cheek to scowl.
"Information is not my priority right now you stupid mortal" She utters in no more than a whisper, grabbing his arm & cutting off any fabric protecting the forearm. Eyez gives a worried glance to you for a few seconds then goes back to keeping his eyes ahead. Then like she hadn't got a care in the world, Jadadrove the knife into his flesh, not pausing as she then started to carve some sort of pattern, eyes unblinking. "Though that would end it quicker, don't want to get bored now, would we?"

[Pawzkat]

/Should I interfere?/ Ches asks Isaiah in the mindscape, opening up the channel from earlier. /I wasn't sure whether or not you wanted me to dive fully into his head or not, or let this man give us the answers and I'll confirm them instead./

[katt]

"Sweetie, it'll be a miracle that you'll remember your name, let alone mine after we're done" Jada simpers, with her back turned it's easier to imagine someone else there doing Isiah's dirty work. She's not a bad person, she's not a bad person, she's not a bad person. You've got to keep that inn mind. You know Jada. She's just doing her job."I'd like to see you try-"  
/Sweet jesus I'm fully considering it with that guy's screams and what she's saying. Give it a few more minutes./

[Pawzkat]

Whoever Ches may be, he certainly isn't a coward. He steals his jittering nerves, no longer fueled by anger and adrenaline, and reigns in his composure. The man blocks out the screams of Edward, blocks Jada's cold taunts, and focuses on the background, on Isaiah. /Alright,/ He says, before adding a cheeky comment, if only to lighten the mood just a tad. /Don't forget, I'm still a kiddie, haha. No dissecting his brains in front of me, ya hear me?/

[katt]

/Please/ Eyez weakly retorts, his tired eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second. /You're not exactly Malone are you? I think you could probably withstand the urge to go reciting poetry of all the horrors that you've witnessed/

[Pawzkat]

/Oh jeez, if I start reciting poetry without a reason, then I'm certainly a goner. You have my permission to put me down if that ever happens,/ teases Ches in response. He shifts awkwardly where he stands, and his olive ocular organs momentarily dart over to the screaming human. /So, ah../

[katt]

/Go in, this guy seems military trained. He won't crack under her/ Isiah decides and coughs.
"Fun time's over Jada, we're on tight schedule" Eyez sighs and instantly she drops the knife, retreating backwards while not breaking eye contact with him. "The stage is all yours Ches"

[Pawzkat]

/Got it!/

"Edward Géraud, thirty-tree years old. Born in Champagne, France. Daddy-o was a mechanic for the French Army, but he passed when Edward was ten. Edward joined the air force when he was twenty, and has experience in fighting terrorism. Later discharged for.. friendly fire, yes? Yea. Since then our man has taken up contracts with various intelligence agencies, all across the world. MI6, FBI, and the FSB being his most notable contacts, though our man also has ties with Poland, Germany, and France. Lets see.. Russia and the Polish want [name here - rock said it's up to you] dead, while everyone else are scrabbling for details on [name here]. That sound about correct, Mr. Géraud?" Ches rattles off the facts automatically, swiping the majority of his spiel from aimless things just floating around the man's brain.