Editing Between the Darkness/Session 19 (section)

==Separated from each other: Atella==
tylorva: You are hauled off into a small room that seems to have been set up as some kind of interrogation chamber.  You are stripped of your armour and possession quite swiftly.   A wooden chair with straps is in the middle of the room and you are forced down into it and strapped down, then left along for a while.

***Atella fumes in silence

tylorva: After a while, the door opens and an older-looking man in a plain black robe enters the room.  He is burly and bearded and gives a cheerful smile.  "Hello," he says.

Atella: "Hello. I'd give you a hand, but..."

***Atella moves her hand against the restraints

tylorva: "Protection, I'm sure you understand."  he waves his hand dismissively.

Atella: "I'm not dangerous."

tylorva: "Of course you're not.  But I am."

Atella: "Shouldn't... you be in the chair then?"

***Atella tries to shrug

Atella: "just saying"

tylorva: He chuckles.  "No, i don't think so."  He pulls up a chair and sits down in front of you.  "My name is Calyn Raxus," he says.  "You are?

Atella: "Tired, pissed off, beat up, tied to a chair"

Atella: "You can call me Atella though"

tylorva: He chuckles again.  "Glad to see you are keeping your humour up.  What are you doing here, Atella?  Down here in the Underhive I mean.  You don't exactly belong here, do you?"

Atella: "Getting out from under a death sentence, you?"

***Atella looks around

Atella: "though this place seems to be just as deadly"

tylorva: "Oh, it's worse.  I'm not from here originally, but I've been down here long enough to learn the ins and outs.  You're an arbitrator?"

***Atella looks down at herself

Atella: "is it written on my forehead or something?"

tylorva: "No, but the armour was a giveaway.  Nonetheless, you could have stolen it."

***Atella shrugs again

tylorva: "Why did you come here, Atella?"

Atella: "Told you."

tylorva: "No you didn't."

Atella: "Trying to get out of a death sentence."

tylorva: "That's a motivation.  It's not a reason."

Atella: "Oh. I was sent to find someone. Of course, that someone isn't even here."

tylorva: "Who?"

Atella: "I don't know his real name."

tylorva: "Then what name do you have?"

***Atella sighs

Atella: "Kirian or something"

Atella: "I really have nothing against the rest of you guys."

tylorva: He seems to recognise the name and raises a bushy eyebrow. "And what is Vika Shaeye's interest in Kirian?"

***Atella barks a laugh

Atella: "You really think I've been told anything useful?"

Atella: "I got a choice between 'die now' or 'find this guy'"

tylorva: "Yes.  I think you were."

***Atella shrugs

Atella: "Well, you think wrong."

Atella: "No offense."

tylorva: He gives another friendly chuckle.  "Well, if you really are of no use, i suppose I'll have to kill you now."  He reaches into his robes for some kind of weapon.

Atella: "Really, I know how this works. I know how irritating it can be when they don't tell you the truth, so trust me when I say I am."

tylorva: "Oh I believe you.  That's the problem.  Any last words?"

Atella: "You could just let me go, you know. I don't even want to be here. I don't care what you do down here."

tylorva: "I could.  But that would be very foolish of me."

Atella: "Really? How so?"

tylorva: "Because I am intelligent enough to simply kill useless prisoners.  And so far you seem particularly useless."

Atella: "Hey, that's hurtful. It's not because I don't know some little piece of information that I'm useless"

tylorva: "Then what use are you?"

***Atella shrugs

Atella: "What do you need done?"

tylorva: "Well for a start I need Reinhardt taken care of.  But I'm hardly going to entrust that to you, am I?"

Atella: "... yeah, no."

Atella: "You know Reinhardt?"

tylorva: He ignores the question.  "So tell me.  What use are you?  Why shouldn't I kill you here?"  He draws a particularly vicious-looking knife from his robe - it has serrated edges and a carved handle that just looks wrong somehow.

***Atella shrugs again

Atella: "Because I'm funny?"

***Atella tries not to look at the knife

tylorva: "In your dreams maybe."

Atella: "You could use me as muscle?"

tylorva: "I have a whole gang of muscle, that are reliably loyal."

***Atella thinks

***Atella sighs

***Atella hesitates

Atella: "Anyone you want fucked?"

tylorva: He raises an eyebrow again.  "That's the best you can offer?"  He snorts derisevely.

Atella: "Oh hey, now you're hurting my feelings again."

Atella: "You could just send me back to Vika?"

tylorva: "Sure.  In pieces.  That would send a very useful message, would it not?"

Atella: "I don't know. Not very useful."

Atella: "Easy to misunderstand too."

Atella: "Ambiguous even."

tylorva: "Oh, but my master knows Vika Shaeye.  She's hardly the sort of person to take things ambiguously, is she?  She sees things in their simplest form."

***Atella shrugs again

Atella: "I've only met her briefly."

tylorva: "I'  sure that was long enough."

Atella: "Well, she did impress me."

tylorva: "In what way?"

Atella: "She's so... masterful and striking."

tylorva: "You say that like you're in love with here."  He does seem to be interested though and has lowered the knife slightly.

***Atella smiles

Atella: "Love is probably too grand a word. I might have a small crush on her though."

***Atella shrugs again

Atella: "What's a girl to do?"

tylorva: The man bursts out laughing.  "Why are you here, Atella?  Why did Vika send you here?"

Atella: "She... didn't really send me here. We're following clues, and we figured this might be a good place to start. Shows what we know, huh"

tylorva: "What are you looking for then?"

Atella: "Told you. That Kirian guy. And no, I don't know why. They say jump and I say 'okay, please don't kill me'"

tylorva: "So what you are saying is that you are a mere grunt with no useful information or understanding and who has a slight crush on your inquisitor?"

Atella: "If you want to be blunt about it..."

tylorva: He shrugs.  "Well, it sounds like you'll be more useful dead, than alive."  He starts advancing towards you with the knife.

***Atella sighs

Atella: "Do we *have* to go through this again?"

Atella: "Killing me will bloody your nice chair and floor. You could just let me go. I won't come back, honest."

tylorva: "No, I have another use in mind."  He grabs your head to hold it still.  "Don't move.  You'll only make it hurt more."  He holds the tip of the knife to your cheek.  (Opposed strength if you want to struggle ))

***Atella freezes

Atella: "I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't need a shave. Thanks tho."

tylorva: The man carves something into the flesh of your cheek.  And by the Emperor does that hurt - not just from the pain of cutting, but it feels like it is burning right into your soul.  And yet you are strong and manage to hold out, both against the physical pain and... this other.  When he is finished, blood trickles down the side of your face.

tylorva: He stands back to admire his handiwork.

Atella: "That *hurt*. What the blazes did you do?"

tylorva: "You are chosen now," he says.

Atella: "... what kind of chosen? Chosen for what?"

tylorva: "To be of use.  To be of value to my master.  You can go now.  Your time will come."  He turns to leave.

***Atella jerks

Atella: "Hello? Still tied down here?"

tylorva: He ignores that and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

***Atella sighs

***Atella tests the bonds

tylorva: They are very good.  A few minutes later, one of the gangers comes in and unties you.  "You're with us now then?" he says cheerfully.

Atella: "I've been informed I've been 'chosen', whatever that means"

tylorva: "You're so lucky."  He swiftly removes the bonds and you are free to stand.

***Atella stretches

Atella: "Oh yeah, I feel really lucky."

***Atella touches her face and looks at the blood on her fingers

Atella: "You guys have a mirror or something?"

tylorva: It still feels like it is burning.  "Sure," says the ganger and fishes out a shard of mirror wrapped with tape to prevent the edges from cutting into everything.

***Atella tries to look at whatever's carved into her cheek

tylorva: Some kind of symbol has been carved there - it looks simplar to the symbols that had been dotted around the chaos shrine.  The edges of the wound seem to be blackening already - it looks very obvious.

***Atella winces

tylorva: The ganger hands you a cloth to clean up the wound slightly.

***Atella dabs at the blood

tylorva: It continues to burn and throb.  The pain doesn't seem to be abating.

Atella: "Do you have one of these too?"

tylorva: "I wish," he says.  "Ishik got one and after the ritual he became like a super hero.  you know?"  He grins cheesily.  "Course that was before them inquisition people blew him up."

Atella: "That... doesn't sound very super"

tylorva: "He was an idiot though.  Went up against Reinhardt."

Atella: "You guys know Reinhardt?"

tylorva: "As an enemy."

Atella: "Not very likeable, is he"

tylorva: "He's a prat.  He's killed too many of us.  I want him to die."  The kid looks sincere.

Atella: "He'd probably kill you without breaking a sweat tho"

***Atella stretches again

tylorva: "Not if we all work together!  And if you join us..."  He reaches out and touches the mark on your cheek.

***Atella grabs his hand before he can touch her

Atella: "Sorry, but it hurts like hell, so I'd rather you don't touch it"

tylorva: "I'm sorry!" he wimpers.  "They say the pain is there to always remind you of the Master."

***Atella lets him go

***Atella gets out of the room

tylorva: She finds herself back out amongst the gangers and cultists, all of whom now seem to look at her with some kind of awe.

***Atella looks uncomfortable

Atella: "Where's the other people I came in with?"

tylorva: "Still being questioned, Chosen."

Atella: 'Oh."

Atella: "So... what do you people do around here to pass the time?"