𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 ( Pawzkat )

[katt]

"May as well kill me" The man replies and behind you Isiah holds back a sigh of partial annoyance, trying not to project too many "fuck you"s mentally while Jada rolls her eyes.

[Pawzkat]

"I'll take that as a yes, then," Ches hums, before turning back towards Isaiah. /What now?/ He asks the older Messenger. /Do you want me to dig deeper?/

[katt]

/Yeah, try not try not to break the guy or anything dangerous while doing so though, it would look bad if it came out later. If we're luckily enough to get a later at this rate./ Isiah confirms as Edward continues to talk: "You are all dead and don't even know it. I will hunt all you down, while Terror and fury well reign. May God, if there is one, have mercy on your souls, because I will not."

[Pawzkat]

Ches nods, humming a short tune before digging deeper into the man's mind. Given the circumstances, he forewent being subtle and careful, and his mental touch was utterly devastating as he dove right in and proceeded to rip everything apart. Memory after memory, fear after fear, the brunet was searching for whatever could be useful as he rapidly perused Edward's archive of experiences and memory.

[katt]

Edward begins to struggle and thrash against his restraints, a reaction to you breaking into his mind. Isaiah quickly moves over to behind the chair and pins the guy's arms down with a grunt.

"Can you find anything Ches?!?"

[Pawzkat]

"I've got names," Ches grunts, focusing more on the mental breach being performed on the man sitting before him. "His handlers, per say. Names, and what they were offering Mr. Géraud here."

Pausing only to collect himself, the brunet then rattled off six or so names, including the organization said names were affilated with. "FBI: Terrence Stevens. Contract reward: 80,000 USD, Immunity. MI6: Milo Myron,
Contract Reward: 90,000 USD, Immunity. FSB: Alexander Donetefsky, Contract Reward: 100,000 USD, Political Immunity, Equipment Supplier. Germany: Edgar Jacobs. Contract Reward: 120,000 USD, Immunity, Invitation to join GSG-9. France: Alex Kippur. Contract Reward: Compensation for Father's Death, Immunity. Poland: Jack Edwardson. Contract Reward: Immunity, 20,000 USD."

[katt]

"Holy shit" Jada murmurs running a hand through her Ke$ha like hairstyle, dumbfounded as Isaiah scowls, staring at the man in disgust. " h o l y s h i t , this guy's a paid nut job, not just a random one."

"Okay Ches, get out of his head now" Isaiah grunts as the guy carried on struggling. "We've got what we've wanted"

[Pawzkat]

As quickly as he had entered Edward's head, Ches departs. He retracts his mental feelers, leaving only a vague ache of his mental assault. "What are we going to do with him now?" The brunet asks.

[katt]

"I'll put him out for a few-" Isaiah stops to sigh as Edward tries to break free, giving the captive a quick shock of electricity. "Sit the fuck down you piece of shit, anyway, I'll put him out for a few hours and we can have a meeting after the performance is over. You've still got time to get on stage if you want"

[Pawzkat]

"Yea, a performance is just what I need. I'll go find Tanya." Without much discussion, Ches departs the room shortly afterwards, and into the hallway. Weaving through the twisty hallways, the brunet looks for Tanya, his partner from before.

[katt]

Walking through the twist of hallways you find Tanya coming out her dressing room, the make up team have had another quick go at her before you two get on stage but it doesn't hide the fact that she looks pained.
"Did you get anything out of that sick bastard?"

[Pawzkat]

Ches nods, his gaze falling to the floor. His anger from earlier has utterly abandoned him, and he can't help but recall what he saw in that man's head. Memories, twisted and gruesome, corrupted that bastard and warped him to something near inhuman.

Not that Ches was feeling empathy for the guy. Not at all.

Just.. he hoped Isaiah wouldn't kill him.

"Names, rewards.. god Tanya, he was going to kill a teenager for money and safehouse."

[katt]

"Malone? Oh my god, out of everyone he could have been assigned to he was going to kill a young AND impressional girl." Tanya deeply sighs, massaging her temples as you head towards the stage. "........Diana's okay, she probably won't be able to perform for a few days but she's alive."

[Pawzkat]

"It wasn't pretty.." Ches agrees quietly. Summing up enough energy to smile wearily at the news of Diana's impending recovery, the brunet looked up at the ceiling. "The guy a contract killer, paid to snatch up intel and leave bodies in his wake."

[ would ches be aware of the escape? ]

[katt]

(Probably not, unless you want to intercept them)

"Let's just get this performance over and then we can worry about it all" Tanya says, it's less of a suggestion and more of a command. "This is starting to feel like a long night"

[Pawzkat]

(DOes Rock want me to interce[t?)

"I couldn't agree more," Ches says, already picturing flopping down into his soft bed when this day was over. If he could even sleep, provided he push the images of one particular man out of his mind.

[katt]

(I'll ask him)

Your fellow quickly nods as a stage crew member comes and tells you which side you'll enter on. As you come closer to the stage you can tell that KJ & Blaise are coming to the climax of their performance, supernatural energy radiates from every angle, perking you up a little. Good vibes are exactly what you need.
"You've got two minutes!" Someone yells as a microphone is fitted to Tanya's dress, then the both of you are lead to just offstage, out of the view of the public.
"Are you going to start onstage or somewhere else in a different form???" Tanya mouths. "Now would be your chance to change form and move to whatever location you want to start in"

[Pawzkat]

Ches rolls his shoulders, before replying: "I'm still deciding," Truth was, he hadn't even considered shifting forms, what with the near-mess his mind was in right that moment. Thoughts, jumbled and unorganized bounced about the youngster's brain. He was doing what he could to not let the confusion afflicting him show on his face. "Probably."

[katt]

(he's all for it)

"If I could offer some advice" Tanya said, the ghost of a smile on her lips as KJ and Blaise take their final bows, their adoring fans hysterically crying and reaching for their idols. "It's good to take a few deep breaths, gotta clear your head before you give a" she then lows the pitch of her voice to imatate Isaiah. "Good show"

[Pawzkat]

Ches chuckles at her tease, his smile growing wider before it vanishes altogether and his expression hardens. Jumping up from where he stood, the brunet tears off down the hallway, before twisting around and yelling to Tanya, "Something's wrong -- alert Isaiah! Check the black room!" Despite his urging Tanya to check Isaiah's specially-tailored room, he himself was rushing for the back entrance. Ches couldn't put his finger on what was off, just that his gut was churning and something was seriously wrong. Though weary and tired, he was still synced up to the emotions of thoughts of most who stepped foot in this building -- buzzing on the excess energy from earlier -- so when one, two of the connections suddenly flatlined.. well.. it brought a sick feeling to his stomach. Shifting quickly into the form of a falcon once he burst through the back door, Ches spread his wings and soared.

[katt]

You eyes scan the area where the connections are coming from, it's a hell of allot darker now but you can sense the emotions, grief, despair, but they feel intensified...almost like cartoon versions of themselves, they're don't ring true. There's no way Edward could have done that at all. That's when you spot the security van, headlights flashing on for a few brief seconds as the engine starts up.

[Pawzkat]

Ches eyed the van with interest, before turning to those being affected by the not-emotions first. Syncing up to the connections, the brunet circled around the afflicted's heads, as he attempted to repair the damage that had been done to them. Citizens first - he could easily catch up to the escaping van were it to get far.

[katt]

On closer inspection you find that the two guards aren't even damaged that badly, someone has imprinted a layer emotions almost like clingfilm onto their mental perception. It's like clingfilm, rather transparent and easy to remove, but only if you know it's there. What's even more worrying is that you only know Messenger who's capable of doing that and teamed up with Edward this spells bad news. 

[Pawzkat]

Well fuck.

This was fucked up. Malone was one of Edward's targets, and if this bounty hunter was as desperate for reward as Ches' new memories claimed him to be, then it was possible he would execute her sometime in the future, regardless of whether or not Malone helped him out.

After removing the emotional clingfilm, bird Ches sets off after the suspicious van from earlier. He catches up to it easily enough, gliding on wings built for power, but stalls, unsure of where he should proceed from there. First off, it would be best to check and make sure this actually /was/ an escaping van, and not security just poking about. Extending his telempathic influence, the man discreetly pokes his conscious about the occupants of the van, a little touch to solidify identities, but would hopefully go unnoticed by those within.

[katt]

You can sense two people: Edward and Malone. Malone seems terrified of everything at the moment, however her overriding emotion is desperation, on the other hand Edward seems to be the most confident you've ever experienced from him. The van's heading towards the highway at an incredible rate, even if you hadn't examined the passengers you would have been able to tell by the way it dangerously swerves around cars and sometimes even skids into the other lane.