Zenobia's Castle

'Ohh now your not scared?'

"Never was! I just don't want you getting into some crappy situation and then I have to save your ass!"

'Whose the walking fire here? Im pretty sure i can save myself, joachim.'

"A walking fire you say..." Came a cold voice from behind them.

She freezes (ooc not gunna lie i laughed writing that) and turns around. 'Umm....yes?'

The lady was one with milky white eyes and wrinkles that made her look ancient, "I have heard of this condition before. I have never witnessed it first hand but I do know of it..." Her voice was calm, cold and yet oddly sympathetic at the same time. It was the voice of a mentor teaching a student who was woefully behind.

'What...whats happened to oters who have had it?'

"Of that I cannot be certain. What I do know though is a way to cue your of it."

'How do you know the cure but not the result?'

"Can someone know the antidote without ever tasting the poison?" She posed as a riddle to the inquisitive girl.

'Not for certain'

"And therein is my knowledge of it..."

Joachim looked at them blankly, "What the hell are you guys saying?"

' sh has a cure but is not sure of it. Basixaly if I take it, it might not work. Right?'

"Potentially. I can neither confirm nor deny how effective it will be."

'What is the cure?'

"The catalyst for your condition is powerful emotions. Anger, hate, love... among them your condition will fester and worsen until you're a walking torch upon the land."

She glances at joachim. 'So...there is no cure. Not to emotion'

"Not true. I'm certain you're familiar with the Strayers? They devised a way to remove emotions in cases where it seemed trainees wouldn't be able to let go of them themselves..."

'But for that. ..to be emotionless. ..'

"That is your decision, death or living death..." Zenobia sat down in a chair.

"Oh fuck you lady!" Joachim walked up to her completely outraged, "You're gonna give us a better method you hear?!" He grabbed her collar and lifted her up.

'Joachim, stop. ' her skin starts to glow brighter with her distress. 'How...how is thata choice? '

"At least in living death there may yet be hope for returning yourself to humanity..." Zenobia addressed as calmly as they entered.

'How much of a chance?'

"Well that all depends on the depths you and your lover are willing to go..."

'and what does that mean?'