She nods as she listens, taking in every detail and listening to all of Chris' wants without judgment. The want to torture the man is understandable, and Amelia's got several on her own list that will require such attention when it's her turn to choose a target.
But tonight? Tonight is for anything and everything the cleric desires. She'll make sure of it.
Her lips are pressed into a thin line as she considers what to visit upon the vile creature they're after tonight, but there's a visible darkness and delight in her eyes. "I want to make him doubt his own mind before we get too close. Make others tell him he's crazy or that he's seeing things in the shadows. If we push him into a crowd for a few minutes, I can really dig into him before we draw him someplace more quiet."
Whispers from all around him, mocking him and calling out his misdeeds. A flash of a knife and blood and the face of what will be his death staring him down as the crowd around him begins to whisper that he's lost his mind. A few grabs at his person, a clip across his ear or face with a well aimed rock, and he'll be an anxious mess by the time she's ready to release him to more physical pains.
Looking up at Chris, the corner of her lips pull up into a smirk. "What say you? Are you willing for a little show as part of all this? I'd gladly take your help if you can touch his mind while I work."
(switching to prose) cw: depictions of psychological torture
But tonight? Tonight is for anything and everything the cleric desires. She'll make sure of it.
Her lips are pressed into a thin line as she considers what to visit upon the vile creature they're after tonight, but there's a visible darkness and delight in her eyes. "I want to make him doubt his own mind before we get too close. Make others tell him he's crazy or that he's seeing things in the shadows. If we push him into a crowd for a few minutes, I can really dig into him before we draw him someplace more quiet."
Whispers from all around him, mocking him and calling out his misdeeds. A flash of a knife and blood and the face of what will be his death staring him down as the crowd around him begins to whisper that he's lost his mind. A few grabs at his person, a clip across his ear or face with a well aimed rock, and he'll be an anxious mess by the time she's ready to release him to more physical pains.
Looking up at Chris, the corner of her lips pull up into a smirk. "What say you? Are you willing for a little show as part of all this? I'd gladly take your help if you can touch his mind while I work."