The Aspiring Archivist

"I- okay." TAAron entered a whisper. "What do you remember?"

"Yeah. Good thing I just got over my amnesia. Sir, your name is Nameless." "I think you had a pretty bad hit there, friend."

"Haly. Our friend, Haly." He stopped, looking concerned. "Do you know who you are?"

"Nameless! Are you okay? Do- do you think you can find Haly?"

TAAron looked panicked. "Where's Haly? We need to find her!"

The ceiling began to buckle down, debris falling everywhere. A bolt of energy struck both Wynn and Nameless.

The man was obliterated. As his form was destroyed, a churning ball of dark energy was revealed. "BAD CHOICE," it boomed. There was a massive explosion, and the room began to collapse.

The man cut Nameless's throat, then stabbed him in the chest.

"Quiet, beast." He leaped too avoid the impact, then dove forward, seizing Nameless and holding the dagger to his neck, which he had taken out of his chest. "Go," he growled. "Or I will let the hundreds of meters of rock above this building collapse on you all."

The dagger hit and stuck. "That will be annoying to heal." He snapped his fingers again, causing another blast that tossed Nameless about.

"Oh dear." He made no attempt at resistance. "You never did answer. What use so you have with a mostly dead, useless scholar like him?" He snapped his fingers again, and a section of the ceiling came off, falling directly down towards Nameless.

The ball hit him, but he did not flinch as it did or even as the resulting flames burned his skin. "So, you'll be a bother." He procured a dagger from a sheath, throwing it at the fallen Nameless with aim to kill.

The man laughed mirthlessly. "You have no idea." He snapped his fingers. A blast shook the room, throwing Nameless off his feet.

"Unbelievable." A voice filled the room, the tone low and frustrated. "You all are quite fast." A man appeared behind Nameless. He looked ordinary, with black hair and normal clothing. The only distinguishing characteristic about him was the blood dripping for his hands. "Of what importance is this boy to you?"

"Can you retain me or something?" TAAron looked as though he was physically struggling with himself. He punched again. "I don't think the manipulator likes you being here!"

"Ow!" He say up. "I think he's staying to get to me." Randomly, and without visible intent, he punched the dragon. "Oh, sorry! Yeah, this is bad."

"Okay, I guess I'll just leave you to-" Suddenly, TAAron collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. "Uh oh."

TAAron yelped, jumping back. "What was that? Why are you doing that?" @Ookla the Untitled

"What are you looking for? Can you tell where we are?"

TAAron frowned slightly. "Can you understand me?" He looked down at the card, reading it.

"Huh. Hey, think you could help me get out of here? I'm kind of in a bad situation. At any point, I could start getting taken over by some external force."

"Woah! Uh, hello? Who are you?"

TAAron was awake. In pain, but awake. Every part of him tingled painfully as though he had been shocked. He sat in his little prison, wishing he was back in his dream with Haly. Had she even been real? He couldn't be sure. She had certainly seemed real. Despite his bleak circumstances, he smiled to himself at the memory of seeing her. Slowly, carefully, he stood up. To his relief, he apparently wasn't being taken over yet like he had been last time. He took the opportunity to examine his surroundings. He was trapped in a segment of hallway of what looked like some sort of office building, albeit extremely plain. The walls were blank, the insides of the few rooms available completely empty. What can I use? He had very little on him, only his bag with all of its metals that were useless to him. The only other things in the bag were various pieces of junk, like marshmallows and... the card that Wynn had given him. He took it out, unsure of what it could do or how to use it. @Ookla the Obstinate