RP:Enthralling Experiments: Arcane And Divine Magic

Part of the Dissonance Theory Arc

This is a Warrior's Guild RP.

Summary: Kasyr and Magik try out their arcane magic on the thrall, while Khitti uses her light and dark.

Quintessa's Laboratory, Vigilanti Semper, Venturil

Kasyr sighs - the array of paperwork on his desk given a look that is equal parts baleful and exhausted. Being the Guild leader meant there was always some fresh report to go over. And unfortunately, there was still -quite- the backlog to go over, given the long absence of a leader. Frankly, some delinquent part of his disposition mulled over 'accidentally' using segments of it as kindling- and yet, there always remained the chance that some breakthrough in their efforts, or some unused asset in their armory might turn up.

Kasyr || "Calice. Tabernac." He pinched the bridge of his nose, as an epiphany of sort promptly segues into a fresh new headache. "We'd collected that relic during the cruise. -Where- is it stored." Was it amidst the objects that Tessa had catalogued- was it potentially on the auction block? "I should probably ... fix this. Maybe." Asap. It’s in this manner- exhausted, unshaven, and generally looking tousled- that the Kensai drags himself to the laboratory. And since he's not fresh from a meeting, he's still wearing just a rumpled dress shirt, and a tie that's so poorly knotted that it could double as a noose.

Kasyr || Frankly, the most professional element about him in this moment is the fresh array of documents he's bundled together in a haphazard manner- the likes of which detail the details of the artifact they recovered, in case Tessa might be able to recognize it by virtue of that and 'Retrieved from an island after a murderous cruise.'

Kasyr || The fact that all of this coincides with the time he's -supposed- to be arriving to help with morally ambiguous Magiscience is strictly coincidence, rather than some well calculated means of conserving time. Which is probably why he bursts into the room with a look of muted panic, which grows decidedly more awkward upon realizing that there's something he's -definitely- forgetting. He pauses, clears his throat, lifts up a hand as though about to make a statement, and then pauses, "...Mmm." No, almost, but not there. "So." Maybe he can just play it cool. "How's...progress?" ...Perfect? The door he'd just entered is eyed, in part because he's wishing he could have a redo, and mostly because the idea of leaving sounds -really- promising right now.

Magik had appeared quietly behind Kasyr just as he looks towards the door, leaning on the frame with a single arm. Sorry, Kasyr. No leaving just yet. The elf is in a pair of simple dull leather pants with a black t-shirt neatly tucked in to better expose the two daggers tucked into his waistband. Magik makes some eyes at Kasyr before looking past him to anyone else in the laboratory, "Sup.." The Lyastri then slowly walks a lap around the lab, poking random things that may be pokeable with a few oohs and ahhs. Arriving at the cage, it's looked at admirably before he finally makes his stop at the autopsy table. He stares at the thrall as he slowly shakes his head, "They really are hideous, eh?" The question was more rhetorical than anything. For now he'll just study the thrall while waiting for someone to share any updates.

Khitti… was asleep. Her face was planted directly on her desk that Quintessa had so lovingly gotten for her adopted mother, with a half drank bottle of whiskey just beside her. Thankfully, none of her notes were out because there was even the slightest puddle of drool near her mouth. “Aber, Lydia, ich will dem weißen Kaninchen folgen…” She sighed heavily and turned her head towards the wall beside her, her cheek submerging itself in the drool. She hadn’t heard Kasyr shuffling in of course, but Magik bursting in does the trick and he’s greeted with a shriek as the redhead wakes up. Wide olive-green eyes looked from one dude to the other as a hand slowly went to her throat, checking to make sure she still had a head. Which… of course she does. There’s a few blinks before the drool is finally wiped away from her mouth and cheek, the whiskey bottle corked and put in one of the bottom drawers of the desk as if she were some overqualified and underpaid high school teacher with no fraks to give anymore. “Hi. Uh.” She paused, trying really hard to process the things that Magik had said while she was freaking out about whether or not the Red Queen had cut off her head.

Khitti || “They uh… look better when you put this on them,” she said finally. Another drawer is opened and a plain white mask with a smiley face drawn on it was pulled out and tossed to the Syndicate leader. “Kailani and Penelope have gone about their testing already. Kailani used her water magic, both sides of the extreme temperature spectrum, and it does work for a time, but the resistance finally kicks in.” Khitti got up from her desk finally and walked over to the autopsy table. “The same for Penelope’s earth magic. There was something interesting, however. Because of the earthen aspects of their makeup, Penelope was able to somewhat control it. It first became rather passive and then she was just barely able to move its arm after I removed the wrist binding. This was further enhanced after their used both magical and herbal healing to heal its wounds. Penelope’s herbal concoctions were mixed with some of the ash that the thralls turn into when destroyed. It caused it to be further manipulated with Penelope’s earth magic, while Kailani channeled her own power through Penelope. She was able to fully move the arm for a moment, rather than just lift it. But, in order for this to be of any use whatsoever, it’s looking like we’re going to need to deal with the Eternal Druid Tree problem before we go after Xicotl.” Khitti’s lips twisted into a frown, her arms crossing over her chest. “It may be the same for the Xalious tree. I think I’m the only one of us that’s wholly unaffected by either of the trees being in the state that they are, seeing as how my magic stems from a god and the Shadow Plane. So, we’re going to need all the help we can get. I still have yet to really test my light magic on it, but since holy magic hasn’t been used against them yet, as far as I know, I was saving it for last in case it incinerates the thing entirely.

Quintessa was silently reading over the paperwork she had laid out on her standing desk in the corner, all hopes of keeping this laboratory a sanitary location forgotten as a cloud of clove scented smoke hung lazily above her head. With the sudden outburst in the lab the changeling turned her head to peer over her shoulder, a single pale blue eye studying coldly those who had entered. Slowly the changeling lifted her cigarette to her lips and took a long drag, her body twisting around the rest of the way so she could rest her bottom against the edge enough to sit. “That about sums it up.” Quintessa added, flicking her ashes into the glass tray at her side as she exhaled through her long nose. “It seems druids- those with a special connection to nature, are able to affect the thralls with elevated success. Given how the current status of the Sage’s Eternal Tree disrupts those energies, it is my hypothesis that restoring the Sage to its original vitality will aid us tremendously in our efforts against them. The Weave is currently unbalanced- correcting that is of utmost importance. Once we tip the scale back in our favor we should engage in a second round of experiments to confirm this.” Quintessa gave Khitti a cheeky grin. “Yes, let's save the holy magic for later. Krice will be cross if he has to gather another thrall for us because we broke this one.”

Kasyr is using exposition time to get his thoughts in order, his posture adopting to be a bit more at ease. Honestly, having a bunch of information that can be applied in a logistical fashion is a pretty good distraction, for an otherwise rushing brain. Though, he -does- find himself stalling on one detail, "We can't? I was rather curious to see how things might interact when combining the two. ...Et, I mean- Krice -has- been asking for new orders. Fetching new Thralls might not be a bad idea. it means we can work our current stock a bit harder." Yup, just completely dehumanized. It's fine. "Er, oh- but. Before I forget. I don't know what the lot number was- but there was an artifact retrieved from the boat trip I'd taken with..penelope et Quinton. I think it was important- but I wanted more details on it. I was wondering if you could go over those items to see if it's still, uh- intact." Quintessa's given a meaningful glance here- given intact is partially code for 'Not auctioned off for war funds'. "I can likely get the specific dates for the voyage for you to cross reference later?" This is going swimmingly. Let's get back on track with murder science. "Uh- But, Oui. Qu'est ce qu'on. Rather, what are we going to be doing then? In what order, par chance?" And then, additionally, "Is there any precautions we need to take- Do we run the risk of imbuing the angry cabbage with anything through our experiments, or?" Kasyr is definitely still tired and jumbled, try as he might. He's still maintaining good posture, at least.

Magik is quick at his attempt to catch the smiley face mask but he fumbles the damn thing. The mask drops to the ground and Magik simply stares at Khitti, basically with a "really?" kind of stare. The Elder Lyastri deeply sighs as he slowly bends over to snatch the mask from the floor. After a quick wipe against his knee, Magik holds the mask against the thrall's face then removes it. Back and forth, back and forth. He really wasn't sure what to do. They are incredibly hideous and the mask would help but maybe he wanted to see if, somehow, the thrall's facial expression would change during the evening's festivities. For now, he just places the mask on the thrall's chest. Speaking of facial expressions. Without hesitation, Magik gets uncomfortably close to the thrall's face as he listens to the conversations, just outside of the bite zone. Magik curls a lip then finally takes a step back so he can chime in on whatever few thoughts he has at the moment, "If possible, I would like to try using fire against it again even if, whoever Kailani is, used water at both extreme temperatures..that seemed to have gotten the most response out of them last time Khitti and I were this close…

Khitti gave Magik an innocent grin after she finally spilled the beans on the first experiment. In her defense, the mask was an odd shape and really not meant for throwing. But of course, she did it anyway. There’s an eye-roll at the mention of the grey-haired warrior. Khitti did not hide this. She wished he’d go back to not showing any emotion whatsoever. It had been better that way. Then again, it had been partially her fault in that she was too perceptive for her own good--and always had been--and was far too overprotective of Quintessa. That wasn’t something she was ever going to say out loud though. “I mean, we can. If Mr. Stoic Katana Boy is so eager to do something, then sure. I’m just sort of worried about the fact that… well, you saw what happened to Hal when I mixed my shadow and light magic together.” Their bestest friend, Hal, had been entirely blown up. “But… I guess we can do that. After your experiments, that is. We’ll have to be careful though. That sinkhole nearby in the Dead Forest? It’s there in the Shadow Plane too, except it’s twice the size of this keep and ever so slowly getting bigger. -And- it’s filled with rows upon rows of sharp teeth.” Khitti said this matter-of-factly, as if nothing was wrong with this. It was just the way of things in that plane of existence. Pretty much everything there wanted to kill you. She nodded to Magik then, “ I had not forgotten that, so of course you get to set it on fire.” Khitti was actually looking forward to this. Perhaps Quintessa’s words of wisdom, ‘embrace the madness’, had been working on the redhead. “We probably don’t need this. Penelope wasn’t keen on all its gnashing and thrashing about, so I put that on to help. It had mostly been a joke, but I’m glad it helped her to focus,” she said, taking the mask from where Magik had left it and setting it on her desk again. “It was hard for both of them to really grasp that these were no longer people. The type of death Kailani and Penelope deal with most of the time is far different from the stuff we see, and the things we must do.” Khitti’s attention lingered on the thrall, her lips twitching into a slight frown only for a moment before she clapped her hands once to break herself from her own musing. “Alright. Tessa, today’s all yours.”

Quintessa listens to the others discuss business silently from her corner of the room, nursing her cigarette while waiting for a good opportunity to interject. Smashing the butt into her ashtray the warlock pushes herself away from her desk, stepping closer to join the conversation properly. With a slender hand placed upon Khitti’s shoulder, Quintessa gives her a look of reassurance, a slight smile curling the corners of her mouth. “Don’t worry about Krice; He is no threat to me,” The changeling says this without even blinking, as matter-of-fact as Khitti was talking about the thrall on the table. “If he really wants work to do, send him out to capture more. I’ve been holding back on countless experiments that were deemed too invasive to risk on our only specimen. With each extra test subject we can advance our efforts exponentially. But since today is all mine…” Quintessa let that last statement hang in the air for a moment as she left Khitti’s side to fiddle at another desk, opening a small leatherbound notebook and checking her notes. “Magik, could you localize your fire and still produce extreme heat? Say I wanted you to try and burn an arm or leg off- could you do that so the subject doesn’t die immediately?” When the changeling turns back around she has a bonesaw in her hands and a terrifying grin on her face. “And while you think about that, Kasyr, Khitti, hold this thing still so I can remove its lower jaw- I want a look at those chompers without getting my fingers bitten off.”

Kasyr mentally files away a note to produce some productive busy work for Krice- they did, after all, still have a list of villages that were going to be vanishing. "Should probably deliver him a few syringes of your Salad-dressing serum this time around. That ought to ensure he can provide a -wealth- of intact specimens, as opposed to the more... uh." Well, the fact of the matter is they'd definitely arrived. "Piecemeal offering that had been reported on." That aside, the Kensai does heed the changelings request, drifting over towards the strapped down Thrall. On closer scrutiny, it's not pleasent looking by half- and while the kensai's immediate reaction would have been to grab it by the hair and simply force it in place- the bare flesh of it's skull provides little in the way of handholds. Plan B's still on the table, however. Which is to say- the Kensai cutting in line as far as experiments go, If only so he can point a finger at it and send out a sharp jolt of lightning with a cantrip. The idea's simple enough- briefly cook it, and send a sharp series of convulsions through it's musculature, until it seizes up. The sort of thing that makes getting a handhold -easy-. That said, the execution leaves a bit to be desired.

Kasyr || In the sense that when the electricity hit's it- the most the kensai manages to do is elicit a sharp growl, and the scent of scorched earth (and something mossy besides) filters up into the air. "Er." A second, more intense jolt doesn't do much else either- and the kensais affinity with lightning means he can more or less detect the manner in which the energy just ...dissipates into it's form. "...Merde." Right, fine- effort it is. At least he has those mithril meshed gloves of his in his pocket. Which means, once he's slapped them on- he can just, get ready to take hold of the side of the creatures skull to keep it still. Preferably after Khitti gets into position. "So. Do you -need- it's eyes for anything, because, Well- They would make really good thumb rests, Tu sais? Like a very firm grip."

Magik's attention shifts to each of his fellow clanmates as they spoke. There was a smirk from the elf in reply to Khitti and an assuring nod to Quintessa's question, "I can definitely do that. You guys might have to back up a few feet while I give it a go though.." He already had somewhat of an idea of how intense his fire magic had to be to deal serious damage to the thrall. He'll probably need a nap afterwards. Maybe. As Kasyr makes his way towards the thrall, the elf takes his own steps backwards. Kasyr's initial shock has Magik looking back and forth between thrall and the kensai to gauge his reaction. There's a slight smirk forming across his features. After Kas' second attempt, the elder Lyastri looks towards Quintessa and Khitti. His face practically reads, "Gonna need more than that.." As Kasyr mutters, "Merde," whatever that means. It's probably freaky deeky dutch or some other language, Magik lightly smacks the kensai's arm as he walks by to give him some more room to work, "Let 'er rip, bud.." Magik then folds his arms across his chest as he watches from the safer distance in the lab.

Khitti just watched as Kasyr did Kasyr things to that thrall. She kind of squinted at it, thought about it for a second, then shrugged. “You know, if these things are made of earth enough for Penelope to manipulate it with druidic magic, your electricity might not do much. But, feel free to zap the hell out of it, since you’re going to have Super Stoic Boy get us some more thralls.” She backed up a moment to go to get her notebook, but saw Kas struggling with the thrall and decided to be nice and help, as requested by Tessa. A bit of shadow-ice started to form in the middle of its mouth, collecting together from the bits of moisture in the air. It’d continue to grow, a huge block taking shape, large enough to keep the bottom jaw from the top. With a nod, she continued her path to her desk and grabbed her notebook. With a flick of her wrist, shadows coalesced together until they formed her beloved shadow ink pen, leaving the redhead ready to write when the experiment began.

Quintessa cackles madly as everyone in the room joins in on restraining the subject, the edge of the mithril bonesaw set right on the hinge of the thrall’s jaw. “This will be over soon, sweety,” the changeling coos down to him, an affectionate ring in her voice as she drags the jagged blade across the subject’s flesh. A spray of greenish ooze spatters across Quintessa’s goggles as the thrall struggles, its dulled sense of pain allowing it to survive such a horrific procedure unmedicated.

Quintessa || “It’s a thankless job,” Quintessa sings to herself, sliding the saw back into place for a second cut, “But somebody’s gotta do it. Peelin' off the tissue, inch-by-inch; Skinnin' off the muscles, too!” With a final drag of her saw across the helpless subject’s jaw it breaks, only hanging on by a few tendrils. “With a slice…” Quintessa tosses the bonesaw behind her, letting it clatter on the table, viscera from the thrall flinging everywhere, only to be replaced by a silvery scalpel. “Or a snip…” With a final slice of the tendrils the lower jaw comes loose, falling into the warlock’s waiting hand before she finishes her song with a “Eenie-Meenie-Minie-Mo...Tada!”

Quintessa || A long, spiked tongue falls out with nothing to hold it in and it swings around like a flail to hit one of those holding it down. Quintessa backs away just in time to avoid being stuck in the face, a boisterous laughter emanating from her chest. “Hehe- You gotta be quicker than that-” The changeling moves away from the table to observe the lower jaw as it crystallized, became brittle, and then crumbled away into dust all in a manner of seconds, leaving Magik, Khitti and Kasyr to deal with the spiked tongue on their own discretion.

Quintessa || “Go ahead and try your magic on it,” she says with her back turned to them. “Fire, lightning, the black tides- pick a spot and see how long our subject resists that energy type before it destroys whatever limb you choose.”

Kasyr had quirked up an eyebrow at Magik's comment, but, frankly, Khitti's response did a more than admirable job of summing up the situation. Thus, he simply keeps his focus on ensuing the head doesn't flail to either side as Tessa undertakes her grim bit of collection work. That said- when the jaw comes free and the tail tries to flail outwards- the Kensai doesn't really bother to move- if only because the tongue can't quite reach, given a portion had wound up adhered to the shadow ice that had been used to force open it's jaw. "That looks unpleasant." Though no more than the Kensai taking hold of said ice block and wrenching it free of the flesh it had adhered to. Not that Kasyr wants the tongue, in this case. No, the swordsmans interest is more invested in the bits of flesh and blood that was caught within the ice- and whether or not it was crystallizing at the same rate as the rest of it. "Mmm?" He shrugs, sharply jerks both the ice and the tongue clear out of the Thralls gaping half-maw, and then hucks it over to Khitti. "Don't know if this is useful, as for the rest- well." Everyones adequately backed up, so there really wasn't a reason to just roll up his sleeves and- well.

Kasyr || He should have -maybe- warned those present to cover their eyes, given what ensues is less the Kensai making a controlled attempt at interfering with a living creature's musculature- and more the equivalent of dropping a lightning bolt bolt into their torso. It's an abrupt bit of electrical violence that sees the room illuminate- and there's a disconcerting stroboscopic effect to the whole ordeal, given the Swordsman -does- in fact follow it up with several more. And yet, whilst it's doing a more than adequate job of flooding the room with the scent of a freshly blasted bit of heath- It's not killing the Thrall, just roasting it unpleasantly. There's no nervous system to overload nor muscles to contract. In fact, the kensai finds himself doubting that he could even easily force one into a state of shock, given the act of surgery they just committed. Really, the only notable bit of damage he does manage to do is when he half-heartedly whistles a small prayer to Deadria- and imbues a bit of divine energy into a final spiteful shock aimed for the thrall's hand. That, at least, does well enough to set it on fire. "...Right. Your turn." While some spiteful portion of the Kensais brain does want to try cycling through other avenues and cantrips- potentially blighting the results of their current experiment with a confluence of elements seems less than ideal.

Magik watches the others work as he bobs his head side to side for two reasons. First, he was simply amused and entertained at the shenanigans before him. The other reason? He's having an internal argument with himself. Yes, he was going to use fire on whatever available appendage he could get a hold of. The argument with himself was if he should even attempt to pull any bit of heat from the thrall's body. Magik has only done this once and it was long ago with emotions running high. There's still an elven 'princess' frozen still in the forest somewhere in these lands to prove it. He stares through the thrall for a long moment before shaking the thought from his head. Just in time too. Kasyr's lightning strike kept Mag's head to one side with his eyes closed until it was safe to reopen them. A warning would have definitely been nice, Kas. Thank you. "My turn." The elf makes his way to the thrall and grabs the closest leg, closer to what could be an ankle. He takes a deep breath and looks to the others gathered. He juts his chin forward as a signal to step back a few feet. He speaks quietly to the thrall, or himself rather, "Alright. Time to see what you can't handle.." The grip tightens as Magik starts to focus. His hand starts to glow orange as he starts directing some heat into the thrall's leg. Seeing as it's not really doing anything, he chuckles quietly to himself. He forgot what he was dealing with for a moment. "Sorry, guys..I just..need to.." Magikrios adjusts his grip and smirks. As he does so, his form is quickly engulfed by his familiar black flames but with the occasional white and blue flames licking at the air around him. The thrall's leg begins to smoke as Magik watches carefully. It's not enough. It's time to take it back to when Magik first arrived to these lands and fully discovered his pyromantic abilities. The black fire fades as the blue flames take over the elf's body. His grip tightens as he notices the thrall's skin starting to smolder and burn to his liking. He wasn't a fan of the smell though. The intense heat travels up the thrall's leg, threatening to turn everything to ash if Magik's grip remains. He watches the leg get consumed by the heat and finally releases his grip before anything above the thrall's general thigh area gets damaged. The flames extinguish as the Lyastri takes a step back. He pats a few smokey patches on his clothes and looks to the others with wide eyes, "...Sheesh…"

Khitti caught that tongue-in-ice and fumbled it in the air for what seemed like forever. She eventually managed to get a grip on it and slammed it down on her desk… only for it to slide a little along the surface. The redhead pointed at it, squinted at it, and made a very disapproving face at it in order for it to stay put. It worked. Sort of. Meanwhile, while Kasyr was busy using thundershock and Magik was using fire blast, Khitti was busy being blinded by the former’s electricity. “Goddamn it, Kasyr!” She rubbed at her eyes, blinked a few times, then sighed. The searing white streak across her field of vision was mostly gone now. She grumbled and situated herself at the thrall’s head and stared down at it grimly. Kasyr -did- say he’d send Krice out for more thralls…

Khitti put her hands on either side of the thrall’s head, watching as it jerked about, trying to bite her with teeth it no longer had. It was much the same as a normal zombie, in that it didn’t even register it was lacking a jaw. On her left hand, shadows began to coalesce, while on the right her rainbowy light magic glittered into being. The two opposing forces repelled one another, making it difficult for Khitti to channel both energies into the thrall. The shadows began to bubble and eat away at the thrall’s flesh, its acidic properties kicking in, giving off its usual acrid smell. The light, on the other hand, scorched and burned the creature, as if it were any other type of undead. Khitti put all of her will and mana into the balls of energy, the light and darkness sparking against each other as they occasionally got closer together. But this wasn’t enough… and Khitti knew it wasn’t enough. She needed more power. “Tessa, your dark magic well. Give it to me,” she said through gritted teeth. The ‘please’ was implied, as Khitti was far too focused on the task at hand.

Gods, if she only had those other two black tides elements. She wondered though… Could she actually create that same black lightning she’d made so long ago? For only a moment or so, she stopped channeling the shadow magic, giving a wave of her hand to open a portal to the Shadow Plane in the laboratory’s doorway. The normal door faded from sight as a void-like blackness took over, purple and green energy sparking along the outside of it as it pulled itself open into a full doorway to the other plane. As it opened, she returned to her channeling, waiting for Quintessa’s aid. “You’re… going to want to back up,” her words for all three of them.

Quintessa doesn’t really need to cover her eyes in this situation; her magic goggles are more than enough to protect her eyes from any bright flashes of arcane or divine might in the room. Giddy with excitement she scribbles down everything in her notebooks, slender hands trembling so much only she can transcribe what she has written. “Yes! Yes! It's just as I thought!” The mad scientist gets almost too close to what Kasyr was doing, the hairs on her head standing up from the static electricity alone. “If the hypothesis is that the thralls are plant and earth, then type advantage logic would render electric attacks not very effective…” Her mismatched eyes flicker to Magik next, a twisted smile on her unnaturally pale face. “‘Sheesh’ indeed,” she says after watching the leg get incinerated, her head nodding up and down as his abilities did what she expected them to. “Plants burn easily but the earth not so much- in this case they seem to cancel out but it still burns just as well as anything else will. This proves pyromancy is still a valuable tactic in this war after all.” After recording their findings she looks over at Khitti, a curious expression as her adopted mother asked for her assistance in the form of dark mana. “Of course,” Quintessa says without hesitation, stepping behind the redhead and placing her palm against her back between her shoulder blades. “Ast drist, ast drist, dewisais y bywyd hwn.” The mystic phrase comes out low and harsh, like the hiss of a venomous snake, and all at once the changeling’s well of fae magic opened up to Khitti and poured into her like a sudden tidal wave. Hopefully before that moment Magik and Kasyr would have backed up because the torrent of mana reacted violently with the shadow-acid, much like throwing pitch on a brushfire. Had Quintessa known of her natural affinity her mana showed to shadow-acid she would have held back, but as the acid pops in large bubbles it spills on the floor and table, sizzling away as it tries to eat the magically resistant surfaces. The thrall however, cannot resist it. Each time the acid pops and bubbles it spreads in a chain reaction, covering more and more of the subject. It fights and struggles till the very end, until it is nothing but a hollowed out husk of a humanoid shape, ribcage collapsing and falling inside of itself all in the matter of a few seconds. Quintessa pulls her hand away but it is too late; subject 01 was nothing but mush, no longer viable for any more meaningful experiments. “Elazul’s Bite,” she mutters, looking sheepishly at the others. “Sorry about that.”

Kasyr doesn't think twice about the warning he's given by Khitti- assuming that if the current constraints of the experiment had warranted little in the way of warning, then the next bit was likely going to be a bit messy. It's for that reason that he retreats to the very edge of the labratory in a disconcertingly small amount of time- seated upon the edge of one of the tables within the timespan of a blink, and practically looking like he'd been poised there all along. It also adds a certain impishness to the shrug he affords the room, "I wasn't the one to ask for more juice, as it were. Still- if it helps, try blinking a bit. I find it helps dispell the dots et weird colors." That out of the way, the swordsman simply steeples his hands together, and rests his chin atop them- peering earnestly at the developing dark magic. Really, he's not quite sure what theorem they're testing out here- and it becomes even less apparent when a targeted acid wash becomes an over-abundant acid bath.While there's certainly a grimly satisfying component to this display, the swordsmans more pragmatic mindset reminds him of a key element, "Gods damnit, I'll need to pay for that." There's a pause, and then he forces his gaze away from the damage- a task that requires his gaze eventually aiming more ceilingward then anything. "So, how much more do you think you'll need before you can provide a comprehensive report at the next guild meeting?"

Magik patted his fiery figure a few times to extinguish the fire surrounding him. At first the blue flames seemed hesitant to go. A couple harder pats do the trick. The blue turns to black then the black to simple smoke that is quick to dissipate. He tilts his head at the thrall until Khitti's warning is heard. He looks to Quintessa then to Kasyr to throw in a comment after Quintessa's observation, "I might have an idea on how to concentrate this energy but I have a few things I need to try first.." The Lyastri joins his hands behind his back and slowly paces back and forth at a safe distance while Khitti and Tessa do their thing. Seeing those two work together may have even put a little smirk on his face. There may have even been a comment about 'learning how to do that' at one point. Magik pauses every few feet to get a look at the damaged thrall but ultimately continues his pacing as he thinks to himself. The apology from Tessa is met with a quiet, "One more dead though.." Realizing it may be a little bit safer, he inches back towards the thrall to get a look at the newly inflicted damage. Kasyr's question is then met with one of his own, "Have we tested every element against them?”

Khitti was tired, that much was certain as she stepped back away from the extra-corpsified corpse and shrugged at both Kasyr and Magik. “I did it to see if it could be done. Just because it worked on that loser Hal didn’t mean it could work on these guys--or the world-eating turnip for that matter.” The redhead took a seat on the edge of her desk and stared down at her hands. Both of them had a bit of shadow and light magic residue on them and as she brought her hands together a little, they started sparking even now. “It’ll be a plan B, if going about things the normal way don’t pan out. If that has to happen, I don’t want any of you near it. Hal was one thing, but…” Who knew what might happen if she tried to blow up Xicotl? Khitti sighed as she shook her hands in the air in front of her, clearing away the residue. “My light magic could probably be tested. I haven’t done just that solely. If you want us to continue with the experiments, that’s up to you. You -are- the boss now after all,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Otherwise, I believe we’ve covered all of the elements. We may get to one of the trees before your meeting, however. Kailani was eager to get the one in Kelay healed as soon as possible.”

Kasyr glances from Khitti and Magik, and then back over towards the deteriorating carcass- watching as it continues to collapse in on itself. "If you want to get a broom et a dustpan, and try out holy magics on the remains, be my guest- but I think we'd need a new subject anyways. I think, this will likely boil down to field testing, but given their overall earthen nature, I at least don't see it -resisting- it." Unless, of course, Xictols nature as a Demi-deity of sorts provided some sort of bulwark against blessed attacks. And even then, the swordsman would likely gamble on it's heretical nature making that sort of interaction more volatile than anything. "I think the results we've gotten are functional, et should enable us to formulate some solid battle strategies. If we can get a few more results before the next meeting- I won't complain, but, well, time es of the essence." There's a pause as the Kensai side-eyes Magik, "Et we might have a larger priority soon, lab-wise." Provided his clansmen wasn't opposed to the operation, anyways. With that said, the swordsman folds his hands behind his head, and offers a nonchalant whistle. "Which es to say- Unless you need something else, i think I ought to return to the office to continue planning out our next action." And really, he doesn't waste time in turning on his heels and moving to go- though, he does pause to add, "That said, Khitti- if you get time, I would like to chat with you, given you seem savvy about Lionel's ... uh, "Lack of "Organization system for things." And with that, the swordsman goes to leave.

Magik looks to Khitti first as she gives her warning. He could have commented on making Plan B into Plan A but he let it go. The pacing around continues as he listens to Kas and Khitti converse. He even starts helping to clean up whatever mess they have made in the lab. Well, more like reorganizing rather than full blown cleaning up. That is, until he spots Kasyr's side-eyed glance. The elf pauses whatever he was doing and eventually nods to Kasyr. What's another adventure, right? Might as well do whatever he can between his trips back to his homeland, Sylo Alari. As it's made obvious that they were done here, Magik does one more quick sweep of the thrall, or what's left of it. He has a few internal thoughts then he looks up to Kas and Khitti, "Aye. I have to get back to the tower. Can't leave them kids alone for long or they'll burn everything down. Kas, just send a note when you are ready for the next objective. Khitti, stay safe." With that he makes his leave as well.