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The moment Agnasci is released from the chains, he sprints toward Big Rich. The man is in no condition to fight, but Agnasci is wary of him anyway. "Law, cuff this one!" he says on the way to Rich. "He's the worst of them. We should take him with us." If Rich has dropped his gun, Agnasci will...

Agnasci says nothing, but casts a hateful look toward Rich. He would never tell this to Harper, but Rich would be better off if Harper fails. Agnasci will make sure of it. The thought of revenge on Rich drives him to a sudden, renewed frenzy, straining with tremendous effort against the chains...

Sorry Agnasci's not more helpful. Unfortunately, he's a bit deranged at the moment.

"Get me out of these," Agnasci barks, struggling against the chains. Louder, he screams, "Get me out of these!" in a voice that would sound panicked, if there wasn't such fury behind it. "And don't let the fat one go," he growls. "I need him." Agnasci pauses for a moment, then suddenly begins...

Agnasci's mind and soul are battered and beaten. He drifts in the water, only a few moments now, but it seems like a long, sunny day at the beach. His body relaxes, and the thought of surrender seems to peaceful. He's vaguely aware of commotion around him, but soon, thankfully, it will all be...

And the cavalry's arrived! Time for Law to prove he knows how to use that thing.

Agnasci looks Big Rich directly in the eye. His own blood is smeared across his face and chest. He knows he got to Rich before. Maybe not enough to change his mind, but the seed was planted. He knows the brute is creeped to hell about all this. Maybe he just needs one more nudge... "Last...

For the first time since his awakening, Agnasci regrets having pierced the veil of the Lie, catching a glimpse of vast, overwhelming reality. How could he have been so arrogant? How could he ever have believed himself to be clever and powerful? He was nothing. He was less than nothing. Agnasci...

Shayuri - Sorry, I wasn't trying to be offensive IRL. Just imagine the situation from Agnasci's perspective. He can see and hear you guys plotting an hours-long adventure to find him, but he's about to get drowned by a crazy psychic biker-gang cult leader NOW! Of course he's going to be a bit...

Agnasci is panicking now. His only hope is a tired old Mage who never took the slightest interest in his well being. "You don't have to do this, Rich!" he says, unable to keep a hysterical edge out of his voice. "he's not right! He's sick, and you know it. Just put me down and let's talk. You...

"PENROSE"

All right, knuckleheads, Agnasci says to himself, cursing the other mages. Last chance. Which one of you monkeys is the least retarded? The mages seem profoundly useless to him now, as he watches them dawdle impotently. But does he really have to use a mage? He doesn't even know any of their...

It's a wasted effort, he knows, but still Agnasci has to try. "Ever ask yourself why you do this crazy stuff for him, Rich? It's gotta seem pretty f**ked up, right? What did that poor dog do anyway? Nothing to deserve to die in that trailer out in the middle of the desert, I reckon. Do you...

Agnasci is overjoyed at his first success with the scrying spell. He keeps his composure though. The trickiest part is still ahead of him. One by one, Agnasci touches the others in the room through his scrying window, starting with Harper. Hopefully someone will recognize the contact and use...

Agnasci isn't deterred by his failure. It was probably stupid to try sympathetic magic on a place he's hardly ever been to. The bookstore, however, is much more familiar to him. He was more comfortable there than he ever was in Rachel's trailer. He gives the scrying window spell another shot...

This isn't the first time Orlando has been held against his will. It's a horrible feeling to not even have the freedom to move, but the worst part isn't the injustice, or pain, or fear. It's the goddamn boredom. The idleness is already creeping into him, sapping his will. While his captors are...

Agnasci considers opening up further to Mad Dog. He can't help but feel like he's being played, though. "I can't tell you, until I know you won't hurt anyone," Agnasci says. Agnasci has decided not to answer any more of Mad Dog's questions. Doing so would just risk digging himself deeper.

"I don't think so. A mage would sense the spells I've been casting. I think you're something different, but I don't know what. I know who could find out, though." "Maybe so. Fate isn't my specialty." Agnasci gestures toward the carving of Chance. "But it's hers." He lets the comment sink in...

"I believe you," Agnasci says. He glances at the painting of himself, chained. "Of course I do." He pauses a moment, thinking of the right way to explain himself. It's a crucial moment for him, where Mad Dog will decide whether it's best to trust him, or to keep him chained. For all he knows...

"One for one, pal. You explain the painting, I'll explain the mind rape. You explain why you want the girl, and I'll tell you what I know about her."