Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181226162402

They fade away once more, the drifters. They fade far from their master's side, returned to the darkest corners of this domain as extra pairs of eyes.

Host Prad uses yet another rift under the need of a shortcut back to the room he calls a derelict. The room darkens as the inner workings of the linked minds is made manifest. Host Prad lays his violet eyes on Prad himself, caged in the darkness of his mind. His body is slumped, head sulken, arms woobling to the front. Utterly unresponsive, his eyes are blank as if he was in a struggle against...something. Memories of blurred origin.

"Poor child..." he mutters in an indifferent voice, considering the thought of rescind his direct control. Nothing here interests him anymore for the time being.

Host Prad cups his hands together, thereby absorbing the darkness just as it shatters the shackles of caged Prad. The possessed body crumbles as his possession is relinquished and the caged manifestation of the young man is erased. Then...

Silence.

Prad slowly wakes up, his head wracked in pain "Ugh...what happened--ohh..." Seeing himself on the floor, he can only summarize a case of possession by his 'guest'. He jolts as he spots the man in the wall sitting on his bed, staring directly at him "Be on your feet, youngling. There is someone requesting your presence".

"My--who and why?" Confusion bewilders Prad, struggling to even get himself risen. A side effect of possesion in his case was the neural entanglement, simulating dead limbs slowly taking its life back.

"The rotten corpse that hold dominion on this derelict wishes to speak to you. Unfortunate as our second meeting went, I have no true reason to deny this simple request".

Prad jolts yet again, kick starting his legs awake "What? What did you say to him? What did you do?"

"Retain your calm, young one. If the status had decayed this deeply between us, then I would had us departed from this sanctuary of animals. Now go".

Prad stretches himself with worry and prompty gets himself out of the room, tracing back his possessor's path back to the room of artifacts. Obviously, Prad can feel the gleaming irises of the man in the wall tethered close.