Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-28358106-20161215173757

"That does it..."

Her face twisted in anger, Kashvi leaps into the air. From a pocket of black magic her previously hidden eyestalks come writhing out, whipping in the air around her.

"...As if I didn't have enough to deal with already..."

Her central eye glows. Her eyestalks all point to someone in the group. There is a bright light, then a surge of energy...

...And the first thing everyone notices is that they are in their underwear. The second thing they notice is that they can't move. Their arms and legs are held in place by some indomitable force that isn't magic. They stare out from a prison cell in a large, circular room with bars thick enough to deter an Ogre's strength.

"Well, this is just perfect..." I groan in the cell adjacent to Jorge's. Septius is hanging from his feet. He begins to struggle.

"Don't bother. They're psychic bonds," says a Dragon, as she stands up when she notices everyone waking up. Within moments, Kashvi walks into the room and looks around at everyone. She holds her hands behind her back as her eyestalks, no longer hidden, point to everyone.

"I have to say, this isn't how I planned on spending my weekend," she says with no humor in her voice. "My family and I were going to take a weekend trip, and when I got back, I was going to finally take care of a Baphomet splinter cell that we have been tracking for weeks. But now, I've had to cancel our trip, I have to divert resources to you, and I have to spend my time at home again explaining to my little girl why her mother is always having to break her promises." She turns to Septius.

"I think I'm just going to have a warrant of execution made out for you and be done with it. You must be a shitty mercenary if you can't keep from confessing in public that you've been hired to kill people.  It's a wonder you can find work." Her eye glows with unsurpressed hatred at him.