[color=ed1c24]"Nearly."[/color] Hale comfortably fell down on a sofa while Magnus gracefully took a seat.
[color=ed1c24]"He's on a vision quest or something."[/color]
[color=92278f]"We have the information we want. I left him stuck in his own mind. I gave him a cocktail of drugs that'll.. change a man.
If he survives he'll might be more talkative or useful. Or he'll be completely broken insane. That'll also be entertaining."[/color]
It was visible in Magnus's eyes how much he delighted in the idea of placing someone on the edge of oblivion and standing back to watch which side they fall. An exquisite satisfaction that eclipses that of simply throwing one over the ledge.
[color=92278f]"Now my suggestions based on our little chat. We should draw Purge out, trick them into trying to ally with SOLDIER again.
Then we lure them into all out open warfare. When they throw all their money on one bet. That's when we introduce Kami's weakness and crush him outright. Visible for all to see. Then us oldbloods emerge hidden from the ranks to swiftly deal with any hero who tries to rally them.
When no one dares be the hero anymore morale will be crushed. We should make sure we have a shot to not only publically execute our direct threats, we'll also capture those too frightened to resist."[/color]
[color=ed1c24]"Cute, but bagging Kami. How?"[/color]
[color=92278f]"The thing Martin noticed, the obvious weakness in his armor, as high tech and complex as it is. His weakness is his armor, he's dependant on it. And you know what happens when you get near cool newfangled toys like that?"[/color]
Hale grinned wide and spoke with joyous sarcasm.
[color=ed1c24]"Oh but that's not fair at all."[/color]

Meanwhile in stranger places.
Martin struggled forward past the hills, each higher than the last.
Each vally wider. Up and down.
Martin didn’t stop, rather than tired he was hazy. He felt like the world would crumble away under his feet if he stopped walking.

In the distance he saw a monolith standing tall. Upon aproaching it he discovered it to be his own phone, imposing it stood in the tall crimson grass. The class screen showed an obsidian reflection of Martin. It grinned a vile smile at him, revlealing an empty stare and small sharp teeth. In reflexive rage Martin lashed out at the screen, as did his reflection. Where their hands met the glass shattered. Falling glass left only a hollow metal ring in the shape of the phone’s outer casing. Through it a portal leading to a table standing in a clearing in the woods. Automatically Martin stepped trough.

A dark forest made of ivory trees brandishing crimson leaves above red undergrowth.
In the middle of the clearing, around the large table a group of figures were seated.
Cloacked in a haze of dreams each absorbed with some elaborate tea ritual. All of them seen by the eye were their pale hands.
The one seated at the head of the table stood up and took his hood of his head.
Bright white dreadlocks and equally pale eyes stared at Martin.
Martin’s mirror immage gestured at the empty seat on the other side of the table while pouring blood from a teapot in a small cup.

[color=fffffe][b]"̢̀͡ Welcome Martin. So glad you could finally make it. Please sit down, we have so much to discuss. "̸̶̴͠[/b][/color]