[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]


Having identified the origins of the magic that had bewitched the attacker, Morgana had been about to return to the office when the discussion of ‘why’ began. [color=c4df9b]“There’s no way to tell what kind of commands he was given once the spell was in place I’m afraid; the tattoo is just there to make the man suggestible, the give no hint beyond that. Commands would be verbal.”[/color] It was a glorified love potion, the dream of any hormonal teenaged witch with a person they liked; all it did was make the subject devoted enough to listen to whatever they said.

[color=c4df9b]“This is a large investment simply to throw the man to the wolves like this.”[/color] Conventional tattoos of this size already took a considerable amount of time to make; add in the need for it to function as a base for a ritual and the absolute precision that would require and the time needed would only increase. Not to mention the fact that this ‘Mr X’ was giving them far too much insight into what his organisation were capable of.

Apparently the man was a banker, which already brought to mind any number of reasons why someone would want to bewitch and control this individual; money being the most obvious, but information and connections were another. Not the kind of asset you would simply throw away like this. [color=c4df9b]“An implanted command perhaps? A safety measure to ensure the man would self-destruct should he ever regain enough of his senses to report his bewitchment to the authorities?”[/color]

Normally that would be impossible, as the control fading would also mean that the safety measure would no longer have any effect. The tattoo would fix that however, maintaining the implanted command to some degree even after the man regained his faculties for as long as the ink held power. A nasty little trap. [color=c4df9b]“Penthouse yes. I can’t bear to look at another piece of paper.”[/color]

[@Kumbaris][@Martian]