1651/Secret Dream: Genesis

Secret Dream: Genesis
Date of Scene:	23 February 2015
Location:	Wrathborn's Memories
Synopsis:	Opening the Gate in Elliana's dreamscape, it turns out to instead be Wrathborn's memories.
Cast of Characters:	12, 92, 253, 331, 395
Tinyplot:	New Blood

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Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    Once again, Wrathborn doesn't make a welcome room. Yet he is not without some preparation for this small, select group. Mordred will be given some veto power, here. He can't stop people from entering the dream realm... but Wrathborn CAN stick them in a dull-looking room that doesn't look like anything, while he attends to guests he wants there.

    For today, he has brought in everyone at a balcony. A large balcony, overlooking the winding serpent that is his 'real body' after a fashion, with the nightmares of Elliana atop it. The balcony itself is set in front of the large gate that Wrathborn warned people about... and this time it is open, with Wrathborn twirling the key around one finger.

    "Welcome, welcome... or, I wish I could say that," he states as people filter in. "I'm afraid that where you are going, I cannot enter. I'm not sure why. But in any case, I have no idea what is beyond here. I've tried to make a sort of lifeline for each of you, and I will attempt to pull you out after a time if you don't emerge within a few hours." He gestures to several ropes with harnesses. "I don't know if you'll find anything useful in there, or what it will look like. I'm sure you understand now why I was hesitant to allow just anyone in here."

    The gate holds a swirling mist of multiple colors, mixing and separating at random, which obscures what is beyond the entrance. He really doesn't know what's in there... probably.

Himei (331) has posed:
    Blah blah casual clothes, blah blah Himei. The magical girl is here again, but she didn't expect what Wrathborn says. "Wait... you've never been here? It could be ridiculously dangerous... or it could be deeply damaging to Fairchild if we go in there, couldn't it? I mean, even if we don't want to cause an issue."

    Or Wrathborn could be lying. This is a LOT of trouble to go through to just knock off Elliana's strongest supporters, though. It doesn't feel right for that to be the case, though maybe he isn't telling the whole truth. Either way, the harness seems like a good idea to her, and she's buckling it on.

Psyber (253) has posed:
    A man wounded, but still moving forward, Psyber is here. Not given nearly the appropriate amount of time to recover from the ordeals of yesterday, Psyber looks exhausted and somewhat pallid, but continued to press forward. Of course he would be HERE, Wrathborn originally asked him to pick the four people he'd take.

    He still doesn't know how much more of these he can take, but he's going to stick it through to the end. A new flask (since he broke the last one last night) is produced and tipped backwards, "Right. Lifeline. Dangerous dream. Don't know what's inside."

    Psyber rubs his face with both palms and takes a deep breath, "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more." He murmurs a bit, standing up straight and saying, "Alright. I'm ready."

Mordred (12) has posed:
    Today, Mordred is not wearing the Dream Coat.
    She is not smiling, either.

    Saber of Red is fully armored, minus helmet and sword. She is visibly unhappy, but has managed to take most of her anger out on the Drasillum, which is, thank god, sturdy enough for an angry Servant to vent. The fact it's still kind of a half-abandoned city helps. Lots of stuff to tear down and just enjoy the carnage a bit. Hopefully Elliana doesn't make an inventory of available housing anytime soon.

    The blonde, green-eyed Servant has her arms crossed, essentially idle by Wrathborn for most of this. You can tell something is wrong from the fact she's not taking it out on the snake bastard, which would be an obvious first choice.

    "Gonna guess Elliana's keepin' you out. Making sure she has at least ONE dream you're not fucking up," she glares at Wrathborn, probably very unfairly. He's been a decent guy! For, you know, a certain definition of decent. Definitely better than he used to be.

    She grabs a harness, although rather than tie it around her waist she just sort of rolls it around one of her gauntlets. It's not like it'll matter where it is when it pulls.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    "Never? Not once?" Amalthea is here, rubbing at her elbow somewhat awkwardly. But never once can it be said she stepped into Elliana Fairchild's dreams unprepared. As usual she's in armor, her lighter set of layered chain, light plating, and a navy blue Astora surcoat.
    Still, despite the events of the night before, she is back, and Psyber gets a light nudge of her elbow.
    "Yo. I'm sorry about the other night. That was inappropriate and childish of me." Given as she eyes the tethers, before latching it to her belt. "Good to go, I guess. I'll try to not fuck anything up."

Psyber (253) has posed:
    Psyber shakes his head to Amalthea, "It's cool," He notes, looking over at her and managing a slightly hollow laugh, "Besides, it was a ridiculous setup anyway. Married to me? I can see why it was a nightmare," Psyber facetiously comments, waving a hand a bit.

    One of the harnesses is also taken and fastened to himself in some fashion so as not to limit his mobility, but still serve its core function, "I think it's more important that we get through this one and try to do what we can."

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    "I could be dropping you into that, yes, Himei," Wrathborn says quietly. "But it isn't the first time you've gone in blind. I've figured out that you all saw SOMETHING in the temple. I guess she was keeping me out of there. If this is the same..." He trails off, shrugging at Mordred. "But I don't think it is. Whatever's in here is unlikely to be as... uh... coherent as what you've seen before. Which means yeah, you could do some real damage to her nightmares and dreams. So don't fuck this up."

    He has noticed Psyber's condition, and gives the man a pat on the shoulder. "Hey. Almost done, I hope. Just think of the possibility that you might give her a good dream. It's happened once or twice in these forays, right?" He pauses. "... married? No, never mind. Out of context I'll just jump to the wrong conclusions." Or the right ones?

    He steps aside and gestures. "Any time. Just uh... try to think of some solid thought, preferably together. Hopefully that will guide you."

Himei (331) has posed:
    Think of something. Great. Himei sighs, nodding at Wrathborn. "Right... we'll be careful." She looks at Mordred, wincing slightly, then turns to Psyber. "Come on. This is our chance to dictate what we see. Maybe. Though now I'm having trouble thinking about..."

    She's halfway there when she halts suddenly. "Got it." She holds out her hands for anyone who wants to grab hold. "Let's see then..." But she doesn't say what she's thinking. Wonder why?

Psyber (253) has posed:
    Psyber laughs slightly and nods to Wrathborn, giving him a thumbs up, "Yeah, you're right. Good dreams will be the ideal outcome." He shakes his head to Wrathborn, "It was nothing of significant meaning. She summoned up a scenario in which a situation was engineered to maximize her guilt and regret over her decisions. I was merely assigned a role within that. The role itself is meaningless," He plays that off defensively.

    For Psyber's own part, when told to visualize something, the answer is easy. Though it probably won't be the same thought many others. He does still grab ahold of one of Himei's hands if we're doing that kind of exercise.

Mordred (12) has posed:
    It's probably for the best Nathan and Haruno aren't here, as concerns Mordred's temper. Psyber's mostly clean, at least. Himei's somewhere in the middle. Amalthea benefits from having generally not done anything of negative note from her point of view. Nonetheless it's fairly easy to tell the Servant is unhappy and you're not going to be fixing that while here.

    At Wrathborn's advice, Mordred glares back towards the group before they all plunge in. "Think about fucking cheesecake. I swear if I see anything except cheesecake on the other end of that portal I'm kneecapping someone. With like, chocolate icing, and a side of ice cream. It better be the best dream dessert we've ever seen."

    Having dictated the common though they should focus on to make this less catastrophic, it bears noting Mordred does not fully follow her own advice and can't really shake off thoughts like 'being absolutely pissed at the group in general' 'feeling like she let Elliana's head get trampled around' 'questioning whether her presence is optimal for Elliana or not'. Just that sort of stuff.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    "Yeah, yeah I just said I'm not going to fuck this up." Amalthea grouses. She evades talk on the temple however and adjusts her belt and harness, and crosses her arms. What the fuck is everyone supposed to think together?
    She looks to Himei who seems to have somethingbut... Doesn't elucidate.
    "Fuck it."
    She grabs hold. "I'm still wondering about..." She trails off, and just rolls her shoulders in a shrug.
    Well clearly it's not cheesecake.

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    Some interesting thoughts, here! And they serve a purpose... even if it isn't the one anyone really thinks of, except maybe Himei. That's because stepping through the mist leaves the group floating silently for a long moment, before something shimmers inside it. A fragment, or perhaps a screen of glass? That's what it appears to be. It passes over the group, and they find themselves-

    *HATE HATE HATE HATE*

    It is a battle, familiar to most anyone here. From the point of view of the group, Psyber is there, bearing down on the group with blazing sword. He's surrounded by a flickering blue aura, burning all around him... but he isn't the source of that powerful emotion that wells up. Nor is he the target. The source seems to be the group's point of view, and the target...

    That temple in the distance, covered in bugs and swarmed by strange robots. Himei is battling Mordred in the distance. It's the battle Wrathborn fought against Psyber, with Mordred's aid, in attacking the temple of Chalaine.

    This is Wrathborn's memory.

Psyber (253) has posed:
    "This explains why Wrathborn could not enter this dream. The recursivity of entering into his own Dreamscape is impossible. It necessitates his external presence, so he could not enter it, for in entering it, he would vanish," Psyber looks around carefully. In Absence of a Nathan Hall, he tries to explain the situation more fully, or at least offer theories to explain the current situation.

    Psyber has a personal investment in this moment, because he wishes to see precisely what Wrathborn will feel during a critical moment that stands out as, to Psyber, one of the defining moments in his friendship with Elliana, even if she wasn't actually present for it. He wants to see if Wrathborn learns something in the moments to follow. This is an important thing for Psyber to observe.

    External desires to view past events will take place after Psyber can see what happens here. What Wrathborn felt in the following moments.

Mordred (12) has posed:
    On one hand this is not cheesecake. On the other, this is not a situation that threatens Elliana either. At least, not as far as Mordred can guess. If this is in Wrathborn's head, then he's the one their presence would harm-- or help. Takes a weight off.

    Doesn't make her too much happier, but it's a start.

    "Sure, whatever. Let's watch how this goes, and then see how far we can rewind. I want to see the face of the guy who put Wrathborn in a cell for that longass time."

Himei (331) has posed:
    Himei carries on with Psyber's thought, but has another theory. "Or he knew, but didn't want to say so we'd only bring people he trusted," she offers. She's staring at the battle, remembering this pretty well. She can't help but glance over at Mordred... this being one of the first times she met the Saber, before she learned her identity. Brings back memories.

    She'll watch and just feel out the emotions for a little while, at Psyber's request. "Yeah... that's a good idea," she murmurs. "The first Sealing." She'll only really concentrate on it after the scene's played out a bit, though.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    In through the mists and on to face a rampaging Psyber. Though the pervasive feeling of such a powerfully violent and angry emotion from where the team is, and spying the temple in the distance, makes the coin drop.
    "Huh."
    Wrathborn's perspective then, it's an odd change of pace. "Alright, I'll bite and watch." She agrees with the others. "But that doesn't change the fact that he's still coming straight at us with a sword."
    Just an idle thought, there.

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    The battle goes much as Psyber and the others remember it. A bullet is fired into Wrathborn, but the sensation is muted somehow. Or perhaps it is that burning hatred that keeps coming during the fight, directed at the temple. Along with... something else. There's a deep, aching void inside the emotions, as of something gnawing at Wrathborn, something that is causing the hatred.

    Elliana's blade heads for Psyber's neck now, as Psyber bears Wrathborn over. This tilts the scene crazily, forcing Wrathborn onto his/her back. And the blade arcing forward triggers something, indeed. A surge of terror, of loss, and the sudden dreded sensation of /deja vu/ somehow. It's like this stirred an even deeper memory somehow, and it was a painful one. Some of the terror is not Wrathborn's, however, but that's to be expected. Elliana stayed his hand... but Wrathborn /allowed/ it.

    Then the scene fragments.

    The next one rushes forward, almost without any respite at all, forcing the group into a different view. This memory is... fuzzy. Fluid. Far less sharp and clear than the other one. Pain is there, intense pain. The pain comes from the vague humanlike shapes that lash out with burning 'lances' of some kind, purple-blue and in abstract patterns. The details fill in, giving the people shapes of men and women, the flames the shapes of weapons. They're assaulting Wrathborn, bearing him down, forcing him to the ground.

Psyber (253) has posed:
    Psyber mmns faintly, thinking about that sensation of emotion and the events that transpired. His inability to choke Elliana, her preventing his death. But that new sensation: Terror at a loss of control. Interesting.

    "My theory is incorrect. This was not the emotion I expected him to experience at this time." Psyber notes flatly. He's able to fill in easier here and seems to be, at least, gaining a steady footing as it becomes apparent this will not inflict more immediate trauma on him (or so he would believe).

    The new scene is strange and alien to him, and nothing from his memories. Instead they're all from Wrathborn. And they seem to be the requested moments of his sealing, "Terror. And Pain. Is this feral, or does he understand?"

Mordred (12) has posed:
    Oh, here we go. Now this has Mordred's undivided attention. Not that the other scene wasn't interesting, but she was there, and admittedly she has less interest in Wrathborn's personality changing than the others do. She has more simple wants, like, well, this.

    Even if it comes with feelings of pain and terror.

    "Dunno. I didn't think the Shajem even had personalities unless you shoved 'em in someone like master, so wouldn't he just be a mass of nightmares back then? Man, look at all those fancy weapons. They sure went all out getting him down."

Himei (331) has posed:
    The pain and terror is... not entirely unexpected. She didn't see the fight from THIS perspective, so Himei is paying attention... but she has some disappointment when the only emotions are those two. When did he start to feel more?

    But this... this is more interesting. "Well, it makes sense," she says. "Wasn't it supposed to be a big war? I guess they had to hurt him before they could seal him. Something to think about for later, huh?" She eyes the weapons, shifting on her feet... or wherever she may be standing.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    The shift in scene after the tumbling confusion of roiling emotions-- and actually tumbling, leaves Amalthea working on re-orienting herself after the sudden forward rush into nothing but a blur and pain. "Ruh."
    Still, her thoughts linger on the initial memory, for a moment. "It felt like there was something missing?" Muttered before her attention is brought to the fore. "--How long ago was that war again? I'm guessing this is going to lead into the sealing, isn't it."

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    The pain is there, but the hatred is... not? How odd. Instead, the emotions that come through are vague confusion. It's probably hard for a Shajem so feral to comprehend any other emotions than this, because they seem vague, half-formed. Confusion is definitely the term for it. That sense of aching loss is still there, though... that's a definite. It also seems fresher, more close to home. But this isn't the sealing, is it?

    It is, though. One of the 'heroes' slice along Wrathborn's side, and another manages to bind him. Physically, that is. Trees warp and grow, wrapping around the writhing serpentine shape and forcing the view to the level of the ground. THIS is when the Sealing happens... and it isn't like what is depicted on the Temple walls. Not really.

    A young girl steps forward, with flowing hair. Like the other humans, her shape is vague, unsteady. Blonde, and details fill themselves in. Strangely, they do NOT fill in to Fairchild's look, though they certainly take some inspiration. If he's filling the gaps via what he's seen since, he doesn't equate Elliana with this girl.

    What IS clearly seen is the plume of blue behind the child. It's also somewhat serpentine, but more along the lines of a feathered sort, almost angelic in appearance. The humans are speaking, but it's only vague noises thanks to Wrathborn's lack of intelligence.

    The blue light flares, and a constricting presence is felt. Squeezing... /forcing/ Wrathborn to diminish. That terror of loss of control... it's here now, but it's oddly not WRATHBORN'S loss of control that is causing it.

    The terror flared from a tiny glimpse, barely a heartbeat long. One that has eerily familiar chains rattling from the Amethyne's body, linking it to the young girl.

Psyber (253) has posed:
    If Nathan got to see this, Psyber is relatively certain the librarian would know exactly the meaning and weight behind what he is seeing. Psyber, however, can only guess:

    "I see. The first Blooded were like Elliana, maybe. That's why the Amethyne are so absent. Many of them were bound into service for moments like this. And we have no idea what would happen to Wrathborn if Elliana ever fell in battle." Psyber notes, scowling, "Or if the original Gifted are still alive."

    Psyber sighs a bit, watching that girl, "It makes me wonder just how old that Binding Elliana invented actually is."

Mordred (12) has posed:
    Morded watches with interest as things start defining themselves out. She's a bit bummed she can't quite recognize what must be the leader-- well, main character of this story. And that's a feeling amplified by the fact she's got that glow, and SOMETHING is-- powering? Influencing? Her.

    Wrathborn's emotions, though, remain as difficult to get a feel for as before. Probably the fact he isn't exactly a person at all right now. But for all his side is interesting, it's the woman the Servant is really interested in. She'd like to see more of the Amethyne-- of her equipment. Of how she's putting it all together. But she expects, very very soon, Wrathborn's memory won't cover this section of history anymore, or if it does, it'll be from within a prison, so...

    "Who wants to see what next, anyway?"

Himei (331) has posed:
    Yeah yeah. A battle. Terror. Himei remembers feeling terrified when she fought, when she felt pain. She still feels it. She swallows, watching the battle play out... right to the sealing. And she gets the terror, suddenly.

    "He isn't scared for himself. He's scared about the chains," she mutters. "And... he wasn't intelligent when this happened, right? So why would he be scared of chains on his enemy?"

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    Scootching down into a crouch, Amalthea continues to watch, elbows planted on her knees and setting her chin in her palms as she observes with a long, silent, and intent stare, focusing her utter best to try and perceive what she can with everything so blurry. The serpentine blue figure, and the flaring sensation of terror as... Wrathborn watched the Amethyne be bound.
    Silvery lips purse into a thin line. "Maybe. Maybe it wasn't his enemy?" She muses to Himei. "I know it sounds wild, with the Shajem and Amethyne not being on the best terms..." She trails off. "Yeah it's probably just a wild theory."

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    The chains were only there for an instant. Well, only VISIBLE for an instant. The brilliant blue glow sears across Wrathborn, but it oddly doesn't hurt like it should. At least, not at first.

    That squeezing sensation intensifies, and the scene starts to fade, the memory darkening as everything grows, from Wrathborn forced downward and into the sphere that held him. And as he is forced in, he screams an animalistic, feral cry of outrage.

    It is a cry that is echoed in a floating, chiming and melodic voice. It mingles with Wrathborn's own in an eerie resonance, at first, then sudden disharmony as the Shajem is bound. And all that is left is a seething hatred, and darkness.

Himei (331) has posed:
    Himei stares at the scene she sees, letting it fade to darkness and consider the ramifactions. "Well. Let's see if we can squeeze in one more thing, huh?" She flashes a grin at the others, then takes a deep breath.

    "Wrathborn, let's see you before you were hurt. When were you happy?"

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    Amalthea is still hunkered in her thoughtful crouching pose. However she flashes a thumbs up in agreement.

Psyber (253) has posed:
    Psyber, as well, does that thing that everyone else is doing and follows along with the memories.

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    It's already dark, so the fading into the swirling colors is easy. It takes a while to solidify though... a long while. Several seconds of stifling quiet, before the image coalesces. It's brief, but informative.

    A swirling apocalypse is the best description of what's going on. Amethyne and Shajem in conflict! Battling one another! Crashing into one another and-

    Oh. Wait. That's not /battling/ is it? That's uh... um. Maybe this is a good time to cover eyes if you don't want TMI.

    But it seriously isn't THAT kind of mating. It's definitely something like it though, of mingling presences. It also seems rather destructive to the area around, but it doesn't appear to be inhabited. There are two major things of note before the scene fades.

    The first is when the two break apart, a sparkling light shoots off from the union and blasts into the ground. Unlike the contact between the two beings, this doesn't cause any destruction, passing harmlessly into the crust.

    The second is that when the two break away, they possess markedly different attributes. The Amethyne is brilliant and bright, even more than Neuvinea. And Wrathborn, or what can be glimpsed of him as he retreats from the scene in the reflection of the water, has feathered wings trailing blue light, looking more like a slightly darker version of the Amethyne he was with than his current form.

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    The scene hasn't even fully started to fade before a hard YANK is felt. The dream-cords are still there, and with a splintering of the view, all four are suddenly HAULED backward, tumbling out from the door.

    Wrathborn releases the cords, "You were in there a while. Find anything interesting?" He appears completely clueless.

Psyber (253) has posed:
    "Welp."

    Psyber would have more to say, but instead he's yanked back out of the dream and towards reality. The half-angel looks to the apparently clueless Wrathborn and tries to think of what to say. There's an obvious joke he could make, but instead he takes a deep breath.

    "Your memories. These were yours, not Elliana's. It may explain why you were unable to enter them. And..."

    He looks to Wrathborn, "I understand now. Your hatred. Your pain."

    The half-angel just looks at Wrathborn with an incredibly sad look, "What they took from you. Used against you. I'm... so sorry."

Mordred (12) has posed:
    Yanked.

    Mordred winds up on her ass, although it's not especially long for her to get back up. She regains her frown and serious face, glaring Wrathborn down. She supposes she might have been wrong about the guy. Kind of. She's not really inclined to admit it though.

    Instead, she's just blunt.

    "Blue feathers. What was her name?"

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    Amalthea watches as her theory is apparently given credit. And then gets YANKED OUT IN A TUMBLE OH JESUS.
    The sudden bleat of surprise isn't very graceful, and she ends up on the floor, tangled up in her own cape. As cool as a cat she picks herself up and dusts herself off as though none of that just happened, as Psyber explains the truth of what they saw. She wouldn't have, otherwise, but that may be just why she's very gentle in asking,
    "What was the Amethyne's name, Wrathborn?"

Himei (331) has posed:
    Himei stumbles as she's yanked in, thudding to the ground on her ass. She rubs her eyes, still a little shaken by what she saw, then slowly pulls herself up. She'll accept a hand up from anyone in this group, even Wrathborn or Mordred, too. "Yeah... yeah. That was... different."

    After she's up, she mumbles, "I'd... recommend keeping most people out of there, Wrathborn."

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    Wrathborn, instead of brushing it off, actually just... pales a little. "I suspected they might be mine," he admits. "But I don't know what you'd find in there other than what I had with Elliana." A possible security breach, really. Which is why he's so startled at the questions thrown at him regarding Amethyne.

    Wrathborn looks bewildered, then shakes his head, "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have any memories but vague flashes before I came to awareness inside Elliana." He pauses and reconsiders. "And even if I did, it was the humans who gave us names. Such things would have been meaningless. Or do you mean my philosophical counterpart? That would be Chalaine, Elliana's patron Amethyne."

Psyber (253) has posed:
    "You used to be different," Is Psyber's response to Wrathborn. He shrugs his shoulders a bit and says seriously, "If nothing else, it helped me understand some things about Elliana's world and, beyond that, further showed me the depth with which history would go to conceal the sins of men on Terra Majora. And the monsters men create by their own hand."

    "Chalaine," Psyber notes, thinking it over, "If you could meet it again on peaceful terms, would you?"

    He narrows his head and then says something deliberately vague to Wrathborn, "I also am now certain I would like to help you on that matter we discussed personally."

Himei (331) has posed:
    Psyber is heading up the questions, so Himei shuffles over next to the others. "We may need to rethink our game plan. And... I'm not sure how much of this Elliana should know. At least right away. What she knows, he knows, and I'm not sure what he'll do."

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    Wrathborn replies quietly, "I don't know. A lot of these emotions are new to me. I think I'd prefer to just avoid Chalaine. I don't have any... real problem with her, in my head, but I think my instincts would drive me to do something irrational."

Mordred (12) has posed:
    "What, fight, or mate?" Mordred asks.

    More seriously, she adds: "Why, anyway? Did you Shajem develop violent instincts because of Binders? Should I ask Angry McDragonPants, 'cuz I'm sure that's gonna be fuckin' insightful. Hey entity only capable of rage, explain to me why you're angry at this specific group of people. What's that? It's because you're just very angry all the time? Well fuck."

Psyber (253) has posed:
    Psyber looks to Mordred and abruptly asks, "Come to think of it... is your Shajem going to develop this level of autonomy? Has it begun to show personality development already?"

Mordred (12) has posed:
    "No it just kind of roars angrily at people and makes me puke fire. Animates the toaster and makes it fight the chair. Makes them gang up on me. That sort of shit," Mordred answers.

Elliana Fairchild (92) has posed:
    Wrathborn answers both. "I don't know, it just feels natural," to Mordred. "We lash out. Even the ones that aren't... Mcdragonpants. Our powers hurt one another..." He trails off, as if something fleeting occurred, then he shakes his head again. "Mordred's binding is different than mine. My particular sphere of influence was also well-suited for interaction with my host."

Psyber (253) has posed:
    "So does that mean the more people piss off Mordred, the more that Rage can seep into her mind to discover human emotion?" Psyber asks in a pretty serious tone. This is, while a bad phrasing, a completely serious question, "I mean, obviously there's the fact we don't want a Takeover Two-Point-Oh going on, but..." He looks over to Mordred, "If the Shajem of Rage could be controlled, imagine how much that could change Mordred's existing interactions with its powers."