EGYPTIAN WHEELIES

[obeytherod]

[Malik had found something while looking through the East Wing. Just what that "something" was becomes apparent when an engine roars to life, and the skid of tires on tiled flooring echoes through the halls.

Sure...sure, he could just walk his new bike outside...but where was the fun in that?! This wasn't an ATV, and it likely wasn't going to fair well in the spotty terrain outdoors...

So he's just going to take a few smooth-riding laps in the halls before he goes to test it outside.

When somebody gets in his way, he rears the bike back onto one wheel, skidding a few feet on the floor before the front tire slams back down and he comes to a stop.]

What, are you trying to get yourself killed?

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[whiterosefoes]

Does it? You seemed pretty surprised, at first. [...though she'll keep that in mind. Harriet taps her fingers against her folded arms, trying to regain her cool.]

That's right... before you fell unconscious, I was letting you know you were wasting my time. I suppose we're finished here, then.

[obeytherod]

At first, sure. [...You really were too easy, Harriet. Cooling down was exactly what he wanted her to do right now; he wanted to get them back on topic. The reason why they came here in the first place.

He lets out a sigh as he crosses his arms.] Is there really nothing you'll consider in exchange?

[whiterosefoes]

That is correct.

[Hot or cold, she'll still think the same things. It's a minor victory at best.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik tilts his head a bit, humming in thought.]

That's a shame...I was going to offer you some time with the Rod. You said you were working hard to stabilize your friends after what happened, right...? Kehkeh, the Rod would make that job much easier.

[That was only a half-truth. The effects weren't permanent, especially when the Item changed hands. That and they'd still be reduced to nothing more than puppets.

With that hanging offer, Malik makes his way over to his bike and hops on, as if willing to let the negotiations end.]

[whiterosefoes]

[He really was a sickening boy. Making an offer like that when it was all his fault in the first place! Using the Rod on her friends? The very idea... They were doing a lot better now that Rosenkreuz was back, anyway. What would be the point... The scars of killing could never heal. Could they?

... Jack had been brought back from before he had ever been killed. For him, it was like it never happened. If Harriet could forget about having killed him ... would she? If Eleanor could forget about killing Malik... would she be like Jack? Back to her old self... If there was such magic...

She stays stony faced, and does not follow him to the bike.]

... I said, we're finished.

[There's no reason to accept his deal. He should know how much she hates that demonic power. She's certainly in no hurry to accept it as a solution.

...But she may be asking Rosenkreuz for the results of his experiments.]

[obeytherod]

Fine.

[The idea had been planted. Now it was just a matter of letting it sprout into a suffocating weed within her mind. He'd use her good will towards her friends to his advantage, and he wouldn't even need the Rod to do it.

At least not directly.]

I assume you can take yourself back, then! [Malik straps on his helmet and starts the engine. He doesn't even give her a chance to respond before veering the bike around and speeding out down the same path they'd come in on.]