>>6330818You can’t see it, hear it, or smell it, but the answer comes to you as clear as a crisp Spring morning:
There’s a <span class="mu-i">piece</span> of you in that vial, you realize with growing unease, a piece of your… <span class="mu-i">you</span>ness!
When the <span class="mu-i">HELL</span> did he collect that, you snarl, fists beating against the inside of your enclosure!
<span class="mu-b">”INItiaL COnTAct…”</span> Trier replies as an unseen appendage brings your sample closer to his eyes, <span class="mu-b">”SAMpleSSSS… COLlecTED… TesSssTS… triALSss… YEEEeeEeeeSss…”</span>
Super, you groan as Trier drifts deeper into the darkness, and what, pray tell, did he figure out from his little science fair project, huh? Your <span class="mu-i">Blood Type</span>?
<span class="mu-b">”VItaE… OVErWHElmING…”</span> Trier gurgles, eyes appraising you from the shadows! <span class="mu-b">”UnPReCEdeNTED… InCOMPaRAblE…”</span> His face approaches you once again, inky eyes lit up like a Halloween decoration!
<span class="mu-b">”UN..REfIIIiiined… YEt… LIMITlesssss POteNTiAl….”</span>
You can’t help but blink at that… your… ‘<span class="mu-i">Vitae</span>’ has limitless potential? That’s not what your Little League Coach said! What the Hell’s a ‘vitae’ anyways? And wait a sec… Why is he <span class="mu-i">TRAPPING YOU!?</span> K-KIDNAPPING! <span class="mu-s">KIDNAPPIIIIIING!</span>
<span class="mu-b">”ViTAe ANAlySISsss preSenTssSS COmplICATIOnSs…”</span> Trier hisses, casting a wary glance at the shadows around him! <span class="mu-b">”OTheRrs WIlL ComE… SssSEEk itSS PowErrr…”</span> The grim glow in his eyes goes even greyer. <span class="mu-b">”SOlutION: IsSOlAte. ConTAin. SEqueSssSter… DUraTIOn: indeFFFinaTE…”</span>
You scoff–what other response is there? He… he wants to <span class="mu-i">contain</span> you? Forever? In a <span class="mu-i">HERMIT CRAB TERRARIUM?</span>
<span class="mu-b">”ComPLIaNCE ISssS…”</span> Trier begins, eyes dimming as another thought seems to force its way into his head, <span class="mu-b">”... ENCouraGEd…”</span>
Confusion seeps into your skull. What, you respond with a forced laugh, he can’t <span class="mu-i">force</span> you? The stony stare you get in response tells you everything you need to know. Cool, you answer with a shrug, then you refuse! Bye!
… Oh right, you’re stuck in a tank thing. Can he, like, magic you up a ladder or someth-
<span class="mu-b">”RElINquISHmeNT… IMPerRrATIvee…”</span> Trier persists, clearly making no attempt to conjure up any Laddermancy, <span class="mu-b">”ImPuRITiES… FlAWs…YyyeeEeEssss…”</span>
Your first instinct is to tell him where to shove his impurities, but then it hits you:
You have <span class="mu-i">bargaining</span> power! Whatever the Hell it is he wants, he wants you to offer it willingly! What a MAROON!
>CONTD. 