Nakmarr Party: Where Did The Day Go?

[Arako]

Arako looks down at the urn in his hands and sighs. He has the small urn in one hand and the lid in the other. He doesn't remember picking it up. But then he wouldn't. The magic of the urn erases the memories of the last twenty four hours for all present in the location. In this case, that means everyone in his manor, including himself. One of the downsides of collecting such high quality items is that you're not immune to their effects. Normally someone finding and lifting the lid off the urn is good fun.

He glances over his left shoulder at two of the others that were with him in his chambers, Troy and Kyo. He puts the lid back on the urn and hold sit out in his right hand in that direction where Trish takes it from him, “Hide this.” He says to her, while still looking at the other two. Sure would be nice for someone to remember how far they have gotten with that situation, or maybe it wouldn't be. The shadows of his mind churn chaotically with a myriad of thoughts, reflecting in his features with a more serious look than the one his playboy mask tends to give off. He is more than just a junkie at an orgie. He wonders how much Troy and Kyo have learned of his true nature. Or one of the anyway. He has many sides. He can't imagine it would have been an issue, certainly not a big enough one to erase their memories right in front of them. He turns to face them.

“Our memories of the last few moments have been erased. I don't know what conversations we had to lead up to this point, but you two might want to find somewhere else to figure that out. I suspect an angry dragon and an angry demari to come beating down the door. Perhaps others.” He looks to his right again, only this time it's not toward Trishae, but toward the little shelved area where the urn used to sit. There is a mirror resting there as well. He gives a little wave of his hand and the shadows swirl across the mirror, backing away from the center until an image is clear. It's not them. It's Leon. “Well, we didn't kill him. Not sure if that's good or bad.” He looks back toward the other two as the image fades, “check your pockets for a note you may have left yourself, or any clue as to what might have happened, but do it away from the angry eyes that might barge in and make a mess of things.” He gestures toward the door with urgency, wanting them to vacate before anyone has time to realize they have forgotten themselves and come barging up. It's like waking up from a dream to realize you weren't sleeping and can't remember the dream. Arako's mind is only quick to act because he's used it.

Trishae had slipped out using magic and shadows as soon has he handed her the urn. When ordered to hide something like that, she'd know better than to walk there and be seen doing it.

[Troy]

Having his memories of the last day erased was disconcerting, to say the least. Troy wavered as a hand came up to rest against his temple briefly. What had they just been discussing? He recalled, vaguely, that he had been of a mind to ask Arako to assist him with locating and freeing the Terrata. But beyond that... His gaze turned over to the young man at his side. He didn't know him. Troy frowned intently as he straightened. No, he most certainly didn't know that boy.

But he knew his father's handiwork when he saw it.

Smoothing the scowl from his face, Troy turned to the now cowering blond to offer a hand. "It's alright," he told him softly. He didn't expect that the other man should believe him. After all, given his resemblance to his father, it was natural that the cowering man should recoil. But Troy wasn't about to let him run off. Not if the blond could be a lead to help him find Karelai and free her. "Please... Come with me. I'll hide you so that you won't be found." A bold claim, perhaps. But in this, he thought that he could count on their host's own desire for something as interesting as the Terrata in his pocket to assist him.

Arako's suggestion of a note to be found in their pockets saw his brows arch minutely before Troy began to lightly pat his own. Hearing a crinkle of paper, he pulled it out to glance down. His own handwriting, scrawled in shorthand. 'Make sure that Kyo stays safe from him.' Ah. So that was the boy's name. Shoving the note back into his pocket, he nodded once to Arako. "Of course, I'll take Kyo and return to my room. Keep my father away." And then he turned a smile toward the nervous blond. "Kyo? I'm Troy. Please, come with me. I'll hide you, and you can tell me everything you know about where the others are so that we can save them." He watched as tension eased slightly from Kyo's shoulders before he finally accepted Troy's hand. With a reassuring smile, he urged the younger man to follow along with him.

[Arako]

Arako gives a little smile watching Troy pull out a note and read it. Several times in his life he has used the urn himself and every time he suggests to those around him to read the notes they left themselves, but they almost never have any notes. Of course you'd leave a note to yourself of anything important if you know you're about to forget it. Deosinet was right to suggest they go a friendly route with Troy. Arako makes a mental note to make a little more effort toward that goal, but such goals are easy for him to forget or miss without even realizing how he did so. But this is not the time for inward reflection on his own lack of emotional range or compassion.

He very quickly starts to rip his own clothes off even while he shadow steps into a room where there is a large crowd of tangled bodies that had a lot of fun the night before. He tosses his clothes around the room in various directions. A servant steps up to him with a glass of Serpent's Kiss which he quickly downs in one gulp. He then takes a deep breath from a smoking device on one of the tables. He stumbles over to a pile of bodies and falls into them, wrapping parts around himself. His eyes glaze over and his mind is already in a haze. He allows himself to fall into the same hazy stupor that the pile around him is in and now he's just another party goer in a mass, too high to have been responsible for the memory wipe.

[Troy]

Troy kept a gentle hand on the other man's back, guiding him to his room swiftly. "It's going to be alright," he assured Kyo softly. This young man was the best lead that he'd had in years. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. Ushering Kyo into his room, Troy took the time to close and bolt the door before carefully working a few magical wards over the room to ensure some extra security.

Once he felt that they were as secure as they were going to get, Troy turned his attention back to Kyo. This was going to require a delicate touch. If he pushed too hard, then the boy would probably bolt. And if that happened, who knew when he would get his next lead on where to locate his father's lab and free the other Terrata. So Troy gave him a soft, warm smile, his voice low and soothing as he spoke.

"My name is Troy. Karelai is my half sister. And I want to free her, and the rest of the Terrata."

[Kyo]

Kyo was... nervous. That much was easy to see from the way he carried himself. Especially when the door was locked and bolted behind them. He watched Troy closely for any sign of attack, his fingers twitching with the want to summon up some shadows to defend himself with. But when the other man made no attempt to approach, he seemed somewhat reassured.

"You're... looking for Rel?" 

If this guy was telling the truth... Did that mean that he wanted to save all of them? Brow furrowing, Kyo studied Troy with a hint of suspicion in his gaze. That seemed too good to be true. But at the same time... For the first time in years, his mind felt clear. He could think for himself. Which meant that someone had purged him of the mind controlling serum. And who else could it have been, except for this guy?

"Are you really going to help us?" He watched as Troy gave a slow, firm nod to the affirmative. Then he released a deep breath. "Then.. I'll help you get to the labs. If you can get everyone out, I'll do whatever it takes.."

[Zarvan Thuxra]

After storming out of the room where he left Nick and Yris, Zarvan had asked a servant or two where Arako was, but they all seem to have lost their memory as well. Realizing it was manor wide and therefore no one would know where anyone else was if they weren’t standing in front of them, he used his shadow magic to reach out for the strongest shadow that was not himself. He then used this like a dark beacon to find the large room where Arako was resting.

There were naked bodies everywhere. The room was a disheveled tangle of party goers, some of them were pulsing and writhing in the aftermath of forgotten pleasures. Judging by the smells, the glazed eyes, and the paraphernalia, they probably wouldn’t remember last night even if magic hadn’t been used. The air was thick with the pungent scents of various substances, the hazy ambiance punctuated by the glazed eyes of the intoxicated. Zarvan’s frustration boiled within as he surveyed the debauchery around him. He can’t imagine wanting to lose that much of your own self control and agency. He doesn’t judge others for it, he just doesn’t understand the drive. He finds Arako easily enough in a pile of bodies. He looks down and does his best to trace the parts and lines of the bodies to find some part of Arako that is safe to touch. He reaches down for a leg, not Arako. He tosses the leg aside and grabs at an ankle instead that does happen to belong to Arako and yanks him out of the pile, not caring how that affects the other bodies.

[Arako]

Arako, having been freshly dosed up with fun stuff, is very out of it. There is the little thrill of being yanked from a dead sleep, of moving fast that is not intended. He likes thrills. He looks up at Zarvan with a grin that if he were sober he’d know would annoy the demari and enjoy himself even more. As high as he is though, he forgets to push Zarvan’s lovely little buttons. Arako rolls over and tries to crawl back into the pile of bodies which is now moaning splendidly from the harsh disturbance.

[Zarvan Thuxra]

Zarvan frowns as Arako grins and then scowls as he tries to roll over and slither away like the snake he is. ”Why don’t I remember what I was doing or how I got there? What spell did you cast?” Zarvan’s grip tightens, hoping to elicit a reaction of pain, or at the least wipe that smirk off Arako’s face.

[Arako]

Arako is way too high to focus or deal with grumpy Zarvan at the moment. There are plenty of times when Arako would love the grumpy and push some buttons. Arako loves buttons and evoking emotional responses from others. He is very much the type of god to throw a golden apple into a party of other gods with a note that it is a gift for the prettiest one there just to watch a war start. The more they dance, the more he enjoys himself. But in this moment he doesn’t really notice the painful squeeze of his ankle past the intense pounding of his head. He took too much too quickly and now he just needs to sleep it off. It won’t take him long. With his age and tolerance the effects of drugs and alcohol fade faster than he’d like. Arako looks up at Zarvan from an upside down position. In their current forms, Zarvan is much taller than Arako and easily clears the elf of the floor when he lifts him. Arako opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something snarky, but then suddenly he hits the marble floor hard. Zarvan is gone. Arako is too high to realize he cast a banishment spell and now his head hurts even more. He crawls back into the welcoming pile of bodies with a smile, not fearing falling back to sleep after banishing the Lord of Nightmares from his realm.