[center][h1][b]Collab between Pezz and Jamesyco[/b] [color=f49ac2]Princess Lys[/color] Peytr Ruhnoveltz[/h1][/center] [hr] [hider] Lys frowned as she looked to her fellow caged individual. It was the first time she heard the man speak. What did he mean test subject? Doofus chuckled dismissively at the man’s words. [color=gray]“Big words for a useless piece of meat.”[/color] [color=aba000]“He wasn’t useless.”[/color] Fidget interjected, still nonchalantly flicking the tool in his hands. With each flick, it morphed and twisted. It… It was a fork… Definitely a fork… [color=aba000]“His… procedure… was actually informative, Sid.”[/color] Flick. The tool was a knife! Undeniably a knife! Doofus frowned, eyeing Fidget with unease. Hesitantly, he stole a glance at the knife. [color=gray]“Right. His… procedure…”[/color] Fidget smiled softly, seemingly amused by Doofus’s discomfort. “Of course, if you would like to see it keep talking to the woman that way, we will see who gets to have a procedure of their own. Come come come. Come Sid, We will get to have fun if you do.” The man’s cheek was pressed against the wood of the door, his lips and eyes going between so that he can either see through or just talk through. He stared at them, and he grew malicious in his thoughts. “If you come here, I’ll show you what I am thinking, if you see that, you’ll go and sit down somewhere and be calm, you wont think think like we do sometimes. You wont have all that spite in you, maybe you’ll enjoy the company in front of you. After all she seems nice for someone whos is normal.” Lys arched an eyebrow. Nice? Normal. She smirked. Those weren’t exactly the words she would use to describe herself. This guy got all the wrong first impressions. [i]They will underestimate you. Try to hold you back.[/i] Her mom’s words echoed in her head. Words drilled into her time and time again. Words of a mother seemingly paranoid that every man was out to get her and Lys. [i]They will stand in front of you. Treat you as if you are the weaker gender. The world is not fair El’Lysael. You must perform twice over to prove yourself their equals.[/i] As much as Lys liked to roll her eyes at her mother’s overload of ‘life lessons’ she wasn’t exactly wrong. However, she did not agree with her mom’s stance that all men acted this way, and certainly not intentionally. She never fully understood. Never fully understood all the scorn the woman seemed to hold beneath the surface. She thought it best not to correct him. There was no need really. Particularly right now, when there were people threatening to remove her appendages. She was quite attached to those and didn’t intend to change that anytime soon. [color=gray]“Normal!”[/color] Doofus shouted. [color=gray]“NORMAL!”[/color] Fidget eyed Doofus with a distasteful frown. [color=gray]“All of you Normies. Deafened by stupidity! Never considering to offer a helping hand to those who need it most! Only for those like your own.”[/color] [color=aba000]“Sid.”[/color] Fidget warned with a low growl. Doofus, however, ignored Fidget. [color=gray]“You look down on us. Think you’re better than us! Well, Normie, keep talking and maybe you will convince my friend here to put you back under the kni-”[/color] -Flick. The tool was a spoon.- [color=gray]“-uh… spoon…”[/color] Doofus paused. A moment of confusion crossed his face. As if puzzling out his own choice of words. [color=gray]“Spoon?”[/color] He muttered the word questioningly. [color=gray]“Put you back under the… spoon?”[/color] Fidget smiled to himself. As if partaking in an inside joke. [color=f49ac2]”You alright there Doofus?”[/color] Lys asked. [color=gray]“It’s Sid! My name is Sid!”[/color] Lys shrugged. [color=f49ac2]“Sid. Doofus. Same same.”[/color] Doofus got up from his chair, face red. [color=aba000]“Sid.”[/color] Fidget said in a dangerously cool voice. [color=aba000]“Perhaps it would be best if you sit back down before you actually start looking like a doofus.”[/color] Doofus shot Fidget a look, but reluctantly returned to his seat. The man stared at the lights further down, and he slowly leaned back, he was being ignored as usual. But with that, he decided that he wanted a bit harsher of tones. He slowly moved around and placed his hand upon the wooden door as he relaxed, pulling the door.He violently shook it for a moment. Then stopped, letting wooden raddles silence themselves as he kept the door closed. “If you come here…I wont tell them what you did to the poor girl, forced her into the room with the one they locked away, the one they experimented on. Would you rather have that fate, yes, yes, that fate. You would rather have that fate as someone who does dirty things.” Peytr stared at the door and he placed his hand through the little slot, “Come here, I bet you have something good… If not, I’ll come over there and show you what’s inside my head. I’ll show you what the others wont, you two look strong enough, you two look like you want to see everything.” Doofus laughed and tossed a cup at the man’s cage. [color=gray]“You think we care how you Normies look at us? Us Crazed are already looked at as ripe manure by all you Normies. But hey, if you’re looking for another beating by my club over there, then fine. Allow me to oblige.”[/color] Yet, again Doofus rose from his chair. Flick. It was a fork. Fidget slammed the fork downward, piercing the wooden table at which they sat. The prongs seemed to twist and elongate, and for a second they appeared to pierce through the stone floor. The table sank half a foot… or, had it always been that low? Lys shook her head and blinked. When she opened her eyes, her gaze fell back onto the table. Something about the table suddenly felt terribly wrong. It had a strange chaotic pattern of brown gray, that somehow Lys had never noticed before. The pattern weaved throughout the table with the two shades clashing with each other, as if… Her eyes widened in realization. The brown and gray were not two shades of color, but rather two separate materials of wood and stone with no clear demarcation between the two. This chaotic tapestry of disparate materials carried throughout the entire table and into the stone floor. She found herself unable to fathom the seamless blend of discordant elements. The table before her became a source of discomfort, its very sight evoking a sense of unease. Contemplating its existence doubled the distress, akin to a collision of ideas forcefully melded, yet persistently yearning to unravel. The experience induced a dizzying sensation in her mind and an unsettling churn in her stomach. And it seemed that she wasn’t the only one affected. With a shout, Doofus took a step back from the table. His face shared a look of equal confusion and discomfort as Lys. [color=aba000]“Sid.”[/color] Fidget said in a dangerously quiet voice. [color=aba000]“If you stand up from your seat one more time, then I promise you I’ll make the chair and your ass one and the same.”[/color] Doofus’s eyes widened. Clearly terrified of the notion. With a shudder, he looked at Fidget. [color=gray]“I-”[/color] The door to the room opened in a sudden motion. Three people in servant garbs entered. “Xyrlos, it’s time.” The lead servant said. Lys frowned, Xyrlos… where had she heard that name before? Fidget -Xyrlos- raised his emotionless gaze to the newcomers but said nothing, as if waiting for them to say more. The three exchanged glances nervously “We- um… have begun our ambush on the uh… remaining Normies.” Lys’s heart raced. They were ambushing her companions now? Could they not use their magic either? Xyrlos, nodded at the others' words and rose from his seat. [color=aba000]“Sit down Sid.”[/color] He said warningly. [color=aba000]“And do not think for a second about getting up until I get back.”[/color] Xyrlos and the other three left the room. With only Doofus left behind, still standing there and staring at the door.[/hider]