tenebraecious | (no subject)

As long as you consider it.

[He does turn to her.]

Though I did not lie when I said I cannot help you in your question. I know not what he does in his free time. Nor do I have a desire to ask. He has had more than enough leashes and cages in his life. I would not add another.

I, too, once thought the same.

—Now.

[Alexander will feel the disarming sensation of his sight seemingly disappearing from one blink to the next. He can still move for the moment, but he won't be able to see anything but darkness. Was there someone else there? He wouldn't get the chance to find out.]

[and that-- is when Jason neatly knocks him out, slamming his fist into a pressure point on the back of his head.

he'll be out before he knows it.]

[He isn't expecting and ambush so he's blinded then struck in the back of the head. And its a mortal body with mortal weak points so the strike hits true.

Acquire (1) 7ft tall unconscious man.]

[. . . #smooth]

Now, we bind him . . . And wait . . .

I can try with some branches...? Unless someone brought rope.

[Jason seems like the kind of guy who brings rope, so he looks pointedly at him.]

I brought rope.

[he sighs.

seriously, is he the only one prepared for this.]

[there was a pow-wow, supplies were not mentioned! quietly considering Alexander while watching Jason tie him up]

[eventually, sight and conscious will return for Alexander, but definitely not freedom of movement. also, two of them will be on guard with him at any given point]

Edited 2020-12-23 06:35 (UTC)

[That is an uncomfortable way to wake up even though he has a knack for napping just about anywhere. It takes him two or three times to realize that it is bindings that are causing him to be unable to reach up to touch the back of his head.

He gives the bonds one sharp tug before quickly giving up. He sighs instead.]

Must you?

[Give him a moment to figure out how many 'yous' there are.]

[not startled but still considering him for a beat before answering]

Yes. I would not have asked for their help without being able to assure their safety to some degree.

You have re-proven that numbers coupled with the act of surprise is a brilliant tactic. One that is favored by more than a few.

And your goal?

The same as I spoke of before. I want to know what he has done here, who he has harmed.

And I told you before that I cannot provide what I do not know.

You are not the one who will uncover his plots; you are the means, Alexander.

[It takes him more time than he would like to admit to piece that together. Perhaps he can blame the bruise on the back of his head.]

Bravo. Bravo! This I did not expect. Tell me was this your idea or your King's? Perhaps he does take after. Dear. Old. Somnus.

Go on. Tell me of this plan of yours.

This plan came from him. To hurt what he loves most is a tactic that I am very familiar with.

The rest can wait. I know better than to rest upon my laurels.

Devious!

However, waiting might be in your best interest.

Absinthe is not your ordinary quarry. He is calculating and patient and rarely driven by outbursts. Twice I can count when I've seen him truly upset. Not only that, but you have the complications of this place. Injuries to my person can be fixed, and death is hardly permanent. They hinder motivation.

Threatening one's existence to the casino or the graying disease would provide more credibility.

Then again he might just take your bait because he is bored.

You could simply ask me to stay put. I am outnumbered and do hate to waste effort.

Eh, I'm not very trusting of people's word.

Always tends to end badly.

How prudently cautious.

Do I get to know the reason for this scheme or am I meant to be surprised?

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