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Talhnir

"Whether it's a gift or curse, that's for you to decide. I merely give it to you."

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a character in “Borrowed Strength”, as played by Binsetsu

Description

Name:
Talhnir
Age:
Appears to be in his mid-twenties.
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Type:
Guardian, Psychic/Psyche Manipulation

Personality:
Excessively hedonistic, Talhnir only motivation in life has been to enjoy himself. He had taken interest in humans a long time ago and has since seen them as playthings, for him to use and enjoy himself with. He particularly enjoys corrupting his contractors, forcing them to become increasingly more evil as they try and achieve their dreams with his power. Although humans are his favourite playthings, he takes enjoyment in almost anything in life, including eating, listening to music or sex. However, by his nature he is prone to enjoy everything he does to extreme levels, spending hours eating before getting bored and going off to do something else. He also has a flair for the theatrical , preferring to dress in gaudy clothes or ancient armours and making large gestures whenever he is speaking.
History:
“Cast off the shackles of conformity and restraint. They but chain you to the ground, unable to fly. Cast them off and enjoy true freedom; where even your darkest dreams can become real.”
Though appearing to be quite young, Talhnir has walked the earth for many a human lifetime. And where ever he went, madness followed. He participated in the great orgies of old, where inhibition and modesty disappeared as if it had never existed at all. He was present during great slaughters, where madness took hold of the soldiers, where kindness and mercy disappeared like snow before spring’s first rays of light. He sat at tables where kings and lords ate and drank themselves to death, yet never sated their hunger or thirst. He was friends with serial killers who gave in to their deepest and darkest thoughts.
Although rarely directly responsible, his gentle hand had guided many of these events to their fruition, usually ending in the deaths of everyone involved. When the great war between humans and demons began, he hid, away from angry and vengeful eyes, while manipulating the common man into more vile acts of depravity. Now that the war has ended and humanity attempts to recover, he has once again come out of hiding to play with his favourite toys: humans.
Likes:
Humans
Artists
New experiences
Smoking
Drinking
Eating
Madness
Power
Dislikes:
Sanity
Conformity
Restraint
Modesty
Secrets:
All of his previous contractors have ended up committing suicide in one way or another.
Fears:
Dying
Boredom
Do you have a contractor?:
No.

Height:
6"1
Build:
Athletic
Demon Mark:
A spiral that seems to continue downward eternally, despite the mark being quite small.
Looks:
Moderately tall, with an athletic build that is neither overly muscled nor overly skinny, blond hair, fair skin and gentle features; Talhnir appears as a man young girls might consider the spitting image of their prince charming. Or that would be the case were it not for his red eyes and ever present savage grin on his lips. He enjoys attention and standing out, as such, he has taken to wearing bright colours, excessively revealing clothing or even armour as a means to ‘express’ his individuality.
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Talhnir's Story

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Talhnir sat by the shadowed table in the far corner of the restaurant, far away from the eyes of other patrons, while having a perfect overview of the entire restaurant. He had requested that his contractor, the cook of this particular restaurant, put a table right there. He wanted to observe the people of the restaurant, as he was doing now. The restaurant was full, overfull even. Patrons were eating by the bar and even on the ground. This breech of table manners was accepted, even by the rich and powerful who visited the restaurant, after all, the food here was the most delicious ever tasted.

Talhnir leaned back in his chair as he took a sip from the glass of wine in his hand. He was suddenly filled with memories as the other patrons of the restaurant had begun to do away with all table manners and even the table ware, now eating with their hands. It had been only 5 years ago when he wandered into this very restaurant, to find a crying cook on the floor. The cook said nothing, but his subconscious had cried out to Talhnir. The desire the cook had to fulfil his one dream was overwhelming. So all Talhnir could do was stretch out his hand and vow to make this cook’s dream come true.

The restaurant, called ‘little restaurant of heaven’, was located on a upper-middle level of the city. A perfect location really, where both the average and the rich could visit without shame. Yes, the fault lay with the cook himself, who, despite having more passion for cooking than all the highest level chefs had put together, was simply a terrible cook. Talhnir smiled at that memory as he watched the patrons of the restaurant once more. They had begun shuffling down the food with reckless abandon. In fact, they were eating faster than the cook and his help could prepare the food. Many in their impatience had begun chewing on the plates.

Talhnir was pleased. The cook’s dream had come true, the people loved his food. It had been a stroke of genius to allow the guests to decide on their own ingredients. ’Let the guests choose what they eat, let them eat what they have always wanted to taste, but could not!’ Talhnir had said, spreading his arms wide and smiling with bliss. It had gone better than even he expected. The guests had first desired simply unusual foods, but the more they ate, the more they wanted. They wanted more unusual tastes, more and more until they could no longer contain their desires. It had not taken long before the patron’s began ordering rats, beast from the wild or even other people. The cook had resisted at first, but even he came to realise that he could not deny his guests what they wanted. Now the cook only smiled a mad smile, while preparing the most gruesome food imaginable. In fact, the cook had begun to eat these dishes himself. It wasn’t long before the cook had tasted every type of food, even those which were conventionally not considered food. The madness that went on in this restaurant had not gone unnoticed by the hunters. But even they had not been able to resist the lure of the food now that Talhnir had begun to help with preparations. Most that had come to investigate had eventually joined the feast that took place in the restaurant every night. And those that didn’t, became part of the feast. Such cannibalistic interests suited Talhnir, it was easier to infect people with the madness needed to drive the patrons into a taste induced frenzy than it was to infect simple food with the same madness.

And if this was no frenzy, he did not know what was. The busboys were bringing the food out unprepared, yet they could not bring it out fast enough. Talhnir realized today would be his last day in the restaurant. The patrons had reached the ultimate level of madness. Day after day of infecting them with a little more madness had worked up to this. The patrons desire had reached a maximum, but the food in the restaurant was running out. One plate left. No plates left. Silence descended on the restaurant like an unwanted fog on a beautiful day. Talhnir found he was holding his breath as he looked at the guests of the restaurant. The silence lasted but a few moments, until it was blown apart by mad laughing. Talhnir, and the other guests of the restaurant, looked in the direction of the laughter to see a woman standing of the still body of a man, blood rushing from his skull where the hard wooden plate had broken it open.

Talhnir saw in that woman’s eyes a realization that was now dawning on all of the other guests. The food had not run out yet. Now that the realization had hit, the other patrons begun laughing as well, even as they tore into one another to get just one more bite. Talhnir smiled widely, this is what he had worked for all this time. This may not have been the cook’s dream, but he would still be pleased. Madness was both their masters now. He looked over to where the cook stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his apron and butcher’s knife red, still smiling that mad smile of his. It took a moment before Talhnir realized the cook had killed the busboys and assistant cooks, likely to feed to insane mass that was even now tearing into and devouring itself. After a few moments the cook moved in, ready to fulfil his dream as well.

The writhing chaos lasted but a few moments after the cook stepped in. His cleaver swinging this was and that, he quickly silenced the madness in his restaurant. And now, in the midst of the chaos and carnage stood the cook, his contractor, his friend, who had so happily accepted Talhnir’s madness as part of his own. He stood there smiling his mad smile, before turning towards Talhnir. As he looked down at his hands, his smile grew wider and he said: ’There is still one thing I haven’t eaten…’ And Talhnir could but nod and smile himself. Had this not been the true dream of the cook, who spoke out loud the dream of preparing delicious food, but in the deep corners of his mind had but one dream. To eat something no one else had, or would ever eat. And so the cook’s madness and hunger turned on itself, as he began the feast. Talhnir smiled once more, after all, who could say they had ever eaten the body of a man who had eaten everything there was in this world?

Talhnir walked out of the restaurant when his contractor finally succumbed, his smile wide and a skip in his step as he said out loud to the empty streets around him: ’What dream to fulfil next?’

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Talhnir had wandered down from the higher levels of the city to here, the lower-average part of the city. It had been on a whim really, he didn’t even particularly like this part of the city. It had none of the lavish over-indulgence of the higher parts, nor any the self-destructive apathy that ran rampant in the lower parts. Yet here he was, buying cigarettes from a lady who had been jumping at voices only she could hear ever since Talhnir came in. It was a short and delicious distraction from the otherwise oppressing mundanity of this level. For a few moments he had thought to plant a few suicidal thoughts in her mind as well, perhaps even push her over the edge. But no, today there was no time for such indulgences, no time to follow her around and see the conclusion. After all, he had finally found something of interest on this level, perhaps even the reason for the hunch that brought him here.

The human child he had, at first glance, nothing that would interest him. He was clearly a boy of fashion, a boy that conformed to the average masses, unwilling to express himself in any meaningful way, the only daring part of his attire that eye-patch he wore. Talhnir had grimaced when he noticed that boy who had seemed so deliciously apathetic before would be a slave to fashion, in fact, he had though to kill him then and there. But the voices had disagreed, so he waited and watched, hiding his presence as best he could. And that’s when he noticed something. A slight tic, nearly invisible, when he lit up that cigarette. Was he talking to someone only he could hear? A contractor, in this city that had banned such interactions between humans and demons? A human who still dared to stretch out his hands to the brightly burning suns and grasp a handful of the gods forbidden fire? If it were, he had stumbled on an interesting creature indeed. He had thought to invade the boy’s mind, tear out the secrets, but if he did have a contract with a powerful demon, such a thing may become too much trouble than it was worth. No, instead he would test him. As he stalked the boy, he slowly stopped hiding his presence, revealing , bit-by-bit, more of what he truly was.

Talhnir smiled a smile that showed neither humour nor a good nature. 'Maybe this level won't be so mundane after all…'

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The slow, dull murmur in the air seemed to spike randomly; an odd sort of mental state that seemed slightly more malignant than the usual hustle and bustle of mundane noise that came from regular people. Jade's stride slowed slightly, before he noticed the reaction and sped back up to his regular pace, eye darting back and forth around the area while he attempted to focus in on it. He strained, but could reach nothing. Whatever it was was staying masked from him, trying to hide, at least for the moment. Jade lifted his cigarette to his mouth, inhaling a bit more deeply this time. After a moment, using his free hand to dig a finger underneath his eye patch to scratch his empty lid underneath, he dropped the hand and brought the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling the thick smoke into the air.

He kept his mind on the masked consciousness for a while, paying close attention while the guard slipped lower and lower. Whoever it was, they had enough ability to hide themselves, and Jade figured they'd be able to detect him prodding at their head as well. There were quite a few demons who could detect tampering once it started happening quickly, and even some humans who trained themselves to notice. Jade stepped lightly around the new mind, trying to remain subtle, now only beginning to hear the kinds of murmurs that a brain would normally put out... except... different somehow. Something seemed more dangerous, more powerful. He didn't even have to focus in specifically to tell. But he didn't suspect just a human borrowing some powers, either. This was a demon, there was no denying it. Jade knew what a mischievous demon felt like mentally at this point, after having the job of detecting them and snuffing them out along with their contractors when on jobs. For now, he tried to ignore this new demon, placing the cigarette back in his mouth to sit in between his lips and continued on his way.

His focus is on you, you know, Thea interrupted. Her tone suggested that she had noticed the other demon long before Jade had, but hadn't cared to inform him. That was just like her, paying attention and expecting others to do so as well. Anyone who wasn't constantly alerted for fluctuations in their environment would surely have been deemed an idiot in her book. At the very least, her interest was piqued. Thea would never be one to pass up the chance to play with someone. Demon or otherwise. It was true, she didn't care much for demons - not most of the lot, anyway - but she enjoyed the idea of interaction, and any person was worth meddling with.

Yeah, yeah, Jade responded, pulling away the cigarette and letting the smoke spill from his nostrils before eventually parting his lips to allow the rest to mull into the air. I could tell. I'm just not sure I'm quite as interested is all... He pondered the idea, twisting his head around to give his remaining eye a better view, to attempt a visual while he mentally relocated the source of the new mental sensation. The sight of the demon's pursuit was certainly nonchalant. A typical person would not have thought much of the tall blond - aside perhaps from his handsomeness - and that he was simply just one of the crowd. Someone well off, here strictly on the business of hassling renters who didn't pay their bills, or something along those lines. Others discarded the mans presence, their usual mull of hustling and bustling on their ways far to important to bother with paying attention to the little details. Someone who couldn't detect his intent, would have been completely unaware to his stalking nature and piqued interest. Jade's dull expression, piercing, pale blue eye, landed on the sight, his lid relaxed on a narrow glance. He brought his body around to be facing taller boy's direction, taking a few more strides backwards - or, the same direction he had originally been facing - until stopping at the corner. I suppose I have nothing else to do as of yet, He thought, not even in particular to Thea.

For now he stood still, waiting for the demon to catch up to him. His gaze was expectant, his expression bored. Jade seemed as if he were already tired of the interaction before it had even taken place. He was quite interested, curious to understand what the demon's interest was, but there would be little to allude to such a concept. His detachment from the emotion certainly didn't help, or, it did, perhaps. Part of him believed that people seemed so much weaker when they expressed exactly how their feelings fluctuated every moment of every day, but the concept of getting how he felt across to others didn't seem to compute very much either. Thea had often stated that Jade had a personality much like some of the demons she knew. All great big sticks in the mud. And she hated them. Honestly Jade couldn't have given two shits even if he wanted to. Her point exactly.

Jade stretched his thoughts out to the approaching demon, a bit too impatient to wait for the demon to approach for beginning the exchange. Did you want something? He asked, pushing the idea directly into the demons range of senses, sure that he would hear it. Jade's tone sounding irritated and impatient. He wanted the point and he wanted it now. No use in beating around the bush. That certainly didn't mean Jade didn't have time for some fun and games, of course. But that was an activity saved for second.

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Talhnir kept smiling as he followed the human through the crowd. The boy had most definitely slowed a bit a few steps ago, had the boy noticed him? Or had he simply stepped in something? The voices had trouble deciding. Talhnir kept his eye on him, the other humans around him slowly turning into a blur, creatures of such insignificance their presence was barely worth the effort to register it. And then it happened, even as the voices debated amongst themselves whether the boy had noticed or not, a slight presence danced around his own. In his mind the already blurred forms of the humans around him faded, even the streets and the buildings disappeared like snow before the sun, leaving only Talhnir and the boy. This was not a trick humans could learn, it belonged to demons. Talhnir was nearly brought back to reality as the realization struck him, humans are not psychic.

His grin widened, as he stared at the boys back, so clearly visible now that the obstructions had vanished. He was definitely a contractor then. Either that or a demon like himself. With his back turned he could not tell whether the boy displayed any tics indicative of a conversation with a presence known only to the contractor. This puzzle was becoming interesting, was he a human or a demon? And if he was a demon, what sort? If he was a human, why did he reach out for the forbidden fruit of power? The voices had yelled human before, but now weren’t so sure. Figures, they were always useless when their input could have been helpful.

As Talhnir intensified his stare on the boy, as if staring with such intent could simply reveal whatever secrets he might have had. It didn’t work, of course. He needed to use his power and enter the boy’s mind for that and it was not yet time, why waste a great puzzle by looking up the solution? When the boy suddenly turned Talhnir was knocked back into reality, humans that were invisible previously returned as blurred forms all around him, dull and grey buildings shone once more with their incredible lack of artistic inspiration. Talhnir found himself looking straight into the one eye of the boy for a moment. He was definitely noticed then. The voices were talking all at once now, suggesting a million and one ways to proceed.

‘Did you want something’?

The voice pierced the thousands other voices he could hear. All at once they were silenced, their wise council wisely help back. Talhnir found he had stopped dead in his tracks. Simply looking in the boys direction. It struck him he had never met anyone like himself. Never met another psychic demon. For a moment his entire body tensed up, this meant he was not unique. With a sigh he relaxed again, the voices were right. Being the only one of your kind is lonely. Better to have others who understand the pain. With renewed confidence he walked towards the boy, before stopping again a few steps away from the boy. With a smile he bowed before he looked in his directions and opened part of his mind, let the answer to the boys question flow out.

‘I was just wondering if you hear voices that no one else can hear?’

It did not matter to Talhnir that the voices escaped together with his message and now sought refuge in the minds of the humans around him. All that mattered was solving the puzzle he had found.

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‘I was just wondering if you hear voices that no one else can hear?’

Jade studied the voice that escaped from the demon's head, paying close attention to the little whispers and murmurs that escaped with it. How peculiar this guy was. Was that sort of thing really all he was interested in? Hearing voices... Was he just wondering about Jade's abilities that he'd gotten from Thea? It certainly didn't seem like such a big deal to Jade, but perhaps this demon was venturing from a different part of town where contractors and demons were less easily found? Honestly, he really wasn't sure. After a moment of analyzing, he averted his gaze, leaning back against the wall behind him and crossing his arms. He appeared to turn his attention to the crowd, scanning the moving masses with his eye, avoiding the direct gaze of the other person. He'd only been feeling the burn of eye contact a few moments before already being tired of it, and feeling awkward. He waited until the demon caught up with him to address him, and didn't even bother with keeping it on a mental level.

"You make it sound like we're talking about schizophrenia here," Jade responded, giving a short glance at the demon before looking back into the street once more. "Technically speaking, yes. I do. But I don't think it's in the same way that you do, exactly."

He lifted his hand from it's crossed position, pulling at his ear piercings on one side - another of his little awkward ticks, of which he had many different little ones. Dropping the hand almost as soon as it had gone up, he brought his cigarette back to his lips, breathing it in, and letting the smoke pour from his nostrils for a while as he brought the cigarette away again. There wasn't much left of this one, and he contemplated having another one immediately after, but was quickly scolded by a very pissed off demon in his head that hadn't even wanted him to start the one in his hands.

"So is that all, then?" He added. "Just wondering if I'm on the same psycho-train that you're on? Seem's like something pretty dull to be getting all excited over, if you ask me. Don't suppose there are any follow-up questions?"

Jade set his cigarette back in between his lips. Thea was quiet for the most part, not so interested in making comments to jade in particular - though of course certain things could be heard - but seeming to focus her attention to the other demon. Most likely, she was picking at him lightly, almost undetectable, looking at every little thing she could get away with looking at without being noticed. Of course, whatever knowledge she might have managed to retrieve, she wasn't going to bother sharing that with Jade. He, on the other hand, simply prodded at the mind a little more loosely, tearing through whatever was open and revealed and poking at the things that were being shielded still. He'd never been one who liked privacy, after all. If asked a question directly, he'd never lie about the answer. He may play games and twist words and avoid the answer, but never lie. Not once. He honestly wasn't sure that he even could, but he didn't mind. Bitter, painful truth was fun to spurt out at people who never wanted to hear it, and people who knew him for never withholding his information also happened to be much more believing when he threw out hurtful insults. But even still, he just didn't like the idea of keeping things private. He kept no wards on his own mind, and not to mention, hated doors. Hence, ridding them from his own apartment. He didn't understand people who hid their secrets, but then again, he wouldn't have understood the concept of people who would have had some sort of response to particular secrets. Jade just didn't understand the concept of 'caring' really. But it was on very seldom occasions that he would actually wish he did understand. People were so odd. He enjoyed being able to read them so easily.

His glance traveled back over to the demon, scanning him up and down, almost scaling him up. He couldn't say he was sure why this guy was so focused on talking to him. Jade could admit to himself that he was hardly interesting. Thea told him that on a regular basis. He just hoped there would be something a little more entertaining to this conversation.

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The boy looked away and dropped their psychic conversation in favour for a more conventional one. A sign of weakness? Perhaps. It demanded further investigation. Talhnir’s grin grew more ferocious as he walked closer to the boy to stand within earshot, lighting up a cigarette as he did so. One more step. The boy seemed to speak as soon as he came within earshot. Something about schizophrenia. Were they talking about Schizophrenia? He couldn’t remember. The voices wouldn’t shut up for long enough to let him concentrate.

"So is that all, then?" The boy added. "Just wondering if I'm on the same psycho-train that you're on? Seem's like something pretty dull to be getting all excited over, if you ask me. Don't suppose there are any follow-up questions?"

Finally some silence. Talhnir focused once more on the human in front of him. For someone who seemed to consider it dull he didn’t seem in any rush to get rid of Talhnir. The voices were talking again. Warning him, about… something. Something was probing. Not the crude and disinterested attempts of the human, no this had the feel of something like himself. A parasite then. Talhnir’s grin grew even wider as he made a show of taking a drag from his cigarette and spewing the smoke out to mingle with the city’s air. Truth be told, he didn’t even know why he came to talk to this boy specifically. Maybe he simply wanted to flex his powers once more, not on the weak and easily destroyed mind of some pathetic human, or even the mind of a proper demon. No, perhaps all he wanted was to test his metal against a mind like his own. At least, that’s what the voices were telling Talhnir, he couldn’t be sure himself.

Talhnir smirked once more. If they wanted to play mind games. So could he. “So… what made you want the power of a demon? I’m pretty sure that is illegal these days.” He said as he tested the defences of both the boy and the presence within the human. But this was no simple prodding or poking. No attempts to scrape the surface thoughts away in order to gleam what little information might lie hidden there. No, Talhnir wanted to truly test the pair. He would push and push, until he could enter their minds and take what he wanted from there. It was up to them to defend themselves. Talhnir’s smirk grew into a near inhuman savage grin as he took another drag from his cigarette and listened to the voices shrill laughter. Perhaps another would be added this day.

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“So… what made you want the power of a demon? I’m pretty sure that is illegal these days.” The demon thought at him, pushing the conversation onward.

"Oh, boy," Jade stated, voice dull and dripping with sarcasm. "Don't you ask all the hard questions, hmm?" He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. He still didn't bother to use mental communication. It seemed pointless, and Jade really didn't care if he was overheard. He took one last, long drag of his cigarette before flicking it away and stomping it out on the ground. As the action was completed, He immediately noticed that Thea was pleased. She could tolerate cigarette smoking in some bodies, but not all of them, and certainly not in Jade's. It was simply one of her peculiarities.

"But as a matter of fact," he continued, finally addressing the question. "It's not illegal for me. I'm an exception to the rule. I can do whatever I want." Doing whatever he wanted was a bit of a stretch, of course, but essentially true for the fact that he wanted very little. His contract was allowed because he was a weapon to kill contractors. it was a "sacrifice" in the eyes of his organization, to give himself up for the sake of the cause. Or some extreme sort of bullshit along those lines. Either way, he got a bonus for contracting, and he'd fully accepted the fact that he'd be killed along with all the other contractors once the rest of the hunters were done with him. It was just one more reason for him to heighten the amount of things he did that threatened his health. It just emphasized a self-destructive nature.

He scanned the crowed, not sure what to do with himself, really. How boring. Simple questions, no games. Just a typical demon thinking he was a step ahead for some particular reason? What a pain, really. Thea still wasn't paying any attention to Jade, no matter how many time he bothered her about giving up this little game. Perhaps she knew that he still wanted to play, too. But this game was beginning to seem boring.

Thea was too busy, setting up wards in Jade's mind where Jade was too stuck up to put any, while simultaneously probing quietly through the other demon's mind. Dissecting the voices, flipping through thoughts, scaling up brain capacity. Nothing too personal, like memories or qualities, but even still, she would always make it a point to be thorough whilst sneaking around a mind unwelcome. Mainly because more often than not, she didn't get much of a second chance. Getting noticed and booted out made it a lot harder to penetrate someone's mind a second time, mainly because the then knew what the person's presence felt like. Whatever. Thea honestly just liked being nose. Knowing everything was supposed to be her deal, and it was a very rare occasion when she didn't know. Not to mention that she was very determined to keep up with her reputation of being a know it all. It was important. Jade on the other hand, had a very different style. When he wasn't in the mood for being careful - which he was very good at - he ripped through peoples minds violently, shredding through information like a rabid animal. Some minds couldn't take that kind of violence, and were destroyed completely by it. Others got headaches. People who could resist being tampered with could block him before it was too late when he did that sort of noticeable thing. His sort of extraction of information was how people got murdered psychically, but Thea wasn't about to tell him that that was how to do it. She told him that humans couldn't do it, instead, mainly because she thought Jade would be one to abuse that kind of weapon. Ripping apart a brain to kill someone was no small matter, and it was bad enough that such a violent psyche belonged to a human anyway. No, she'd let him figure that out for himself. Either way, Jade had a perfectly subtle prod for anyone he wasn't intending on destroying in the first place.

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Whatever demon might be accompanying this human was proving to be more skilled in the matters of the mind than Talhnir had expected. His own mental attempts at invading their minds were met with skilful defences and quick counter attacks. Talhnir smiled a little as the voices got more excited, suggesting he simply wreck their minds, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, now would it? What would they do, just another comatose person as a result of demon interaction. Just one more thing for the hunters to throw on the burning pyre that was hate for all of demonkind.

Speaking of hunters… What had the human said? "It's not illegal for me. I'm an exception to the rule. I can do whatever I want." Talhnir’s smile faded before he caught his own weakening focus and forced it back onto his face, but this time all entertainment and jovial thoughts had vanished. Even the voices had gone quiet. That didn’t make any sense. It IS illegal. No human should be above that law, no matter how powerful connections they might have. Thoughts began churning in his head as he withdrew the probes from the humans mind, focusing only on defending his own psyche from the demon within the human. He had heard rumours that the Hunters themselves might’ve been recruiting or even creating contractors in their war on demons. But he had dismissed such rumours for the longest time, both out of a lack of interest in the hunters and the absurdity of such a claim. In his experience, contractors were purely selfish creatures, as were the demons they formed contracts with. A pair of beings like that would never work with an organization like the Hunter, would they?

Talhnir frowned slightly, if this man was a hunter this might be a trap. Once more the voices began speaking, pointing out shadows in which a team of hunters might lie in waiting, ready to ambush him. Pointing out the original hunch that had brought Talhnir here might’ve been a simple lure to capture a rouge demon like himself. The beginnings of cold sweat were forming on Talhnir’s forehead. He had to get out of here… as quickly as possible. [i]”Is that so… well… I suppose I was wrong then. I would not have liked to see a heinous law breaker such as a rouge contractor running around free after all. I suppose I should take my leave…” A most flimsy excuse, but in his state he could not come up with anything that might satisfy this man or his demon. Talhnir quickly made his way back through the crowd, subtly influencing the weak minded humans there to cover his retreat, to form a moving mass between him and the boy. When he got far enough he broke into a sprint, down to the nearest access shaft leading down. He needed to think.

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