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[letstalkshop]

Haven't slept in a week. Things can't go on like this. I have a body guard, I just need to relax.

May have impaired my judgement a little too much last night. Not sure how much I said to the pyro, couldn't risk it. Will have to devise holding cell.

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Del has a very nice little facility set up by now in deadly_octavius's world. There's her front room,

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[pyra_trake]

The first thing she relizes is that she's Very Uncomfortable. Then the headache of the hangover from the drugged drinks. Though, she didn't know it was drugged. She murmurs "Bloody hells" under her breath, opening her eyes.

She blinks. This ain't the sanctuary, and this sure as hell isn't her bedroom or one of Markus's places. "..." And she then relizes she's been removed from the Enforcer Armor. And her visor's gone. Needless to say, if Del's watching? She's probably learning quite a few colliqueal skyderian terms as the Pyromancer starts cursing.

She's a quick one, we'll give her that.

(( Note to self. Give her more icons. ))

[differentself]

And, suddenly, a mental message is sent to Pyra.

Hey, are you okay? Isis and I are getting worried about you vanishing like that without telling anybody...

Should she choose, she can send a similarly short message back.

[pyra_trake]

Pyra's eyes suddenly go wide at 'hearing' Markus in her head. She tries not to send the 'message' nintey miles an hour.

I-I don't know. I'm not sure where I'm at. The last thing I remember is going to the sanctuary last night after work, and waking up here with a killer headache

[_just_edward_]

Edward stops outside the cell, looking in through the glass at the vaguely familiar person inside. Hadn't he seen her in that ... Sanctuary?

"Hello?" he said quietly, reaching out to tap a digit against the window. The shears made a tink tink sound, metal on glass.

((Italics are thoughts))

[pyra_trake]

Pyra remains binded for several hours, perhaps waiting until Edward's wandered off, or perhaps not. Either way, she finally calms down worth a damn and thinks on things.

Okay. Bindings feel like steel, so that's gonna be a bitch. ... In fact this is probably gonna fucking hurt

If Del has any sort of scanning equipment in the room, she'll note the temperature around Pyra, noteably her hands, is starting to climb gradually. Rather than a burst of flame, as that's likely expected (the hose giving that away)

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[letstalkshop]

Calibrated sensors alert Del immediately.

"I wouldn't try that," says a familiar female voice over an intercom. "Don't get impatient."

Re: ((Italics are thoughts))

[pyra_trake]

Wait. She recognizes that voice. Blink once. Blink twice. Blink even three times.

"...Oh Goddess alive." Eyes wide. "You BITCH." The screech from Pyra is damn loud, if the room's not soundproofed well, it probably echos through the complex. At this point, she's swearing loudly in Skyderian, most of it involving Del. ...It's probably a good thing that Del can't speak the language, because that wasn't a very nice thing for Pyra to say, considering it was something about a rusty pole and no lube.

Needless to say, that made her concentraiting on melting the steel clamps go straight to hell, so the temperature re-regulates.

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[letstalkshop]

Del is sitting in front of a control panel two rooms away, watching through a concealed set of cameras.

"The more you behave, the shorter this will be. Try that again now; the heating thing. I'll tell you when to stop."

Devices are set up to monitor Pyra's energy out-put and use, along with a few dozen other variables.