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Torture me: Your character torturing mine or vise versa.

A dark chuckle came from the soverign, her violet eyes glowing brightly in the dimly-lit room the terrorist was held captive in. From what Jinx could spot out of one eye, as the other had been swollen shut from the beating she had taken just a bit ago, Syndra lowered herself to the ground, and was closing in on her, a self-satisfied simper on her lips as the smug sound echoed over to the captive.

Silvanus hissed, voice dripping in weary contempt. He’d heard a lot of stories about this champion – mostly ranging from unfavorable to full-on horror. But…judging from the nature of the receiver – cracks and all, the champion had fallen far from his expectations. Shouldn’t it have broken? In comparison to the myriad of other champions out there who in fact had shattered their receivers, this seemed rather….well, sad. Was it the power? No, surely a source strong enough to level an island would have no problem crushing a receiver like that. It had to be the execution. A lack of tact in her mana formation, maybe? Still..

“Huh. No matter. We’ll be moving on to the second stage of the analysis. You’ll be teleported shortly to a testing room, where you will attempt to exercise power over one of our runic mass generators. Long story short, it’s a device that will continue increasing in mass depending on the volume of mana inserted. Now, knowing you, I’m gonna say now that there’ll be a point where you can no longer lift it, so don’t push yourself beyond what you’re fine with using. It’s designed to test limits. It can’t test limits if power shoots past it, which, as a mass generator, won’t happen. You’ve got nothing to prove in trying that, and you’ll risk tiring yourself out for the third test afterwards. Trust me – you’re going to want to save up for that. You ready? ‘Course you are.”

The Director sighed, collecting the form before looking irritably over towards the intercom behind him.

“Alright, Epsilon. Transfer us to the grounds, and fire up the generator. And…start making me a shake for when this is all done. Thinkin’ I’m gonna need it.”

The man leaned back, disregarding the emerging rings of light as he, once again, addressed the champion before him.

This man speaks to her as if she is a fool! 

She could feel her cheeks grow hot. Whether it was from the humiliation, or the festering anger--she wasn't sure. What she did know, however, was that she wanted heads to roll.

Now.

"You will regret speaking to me in this manner, wretch."

The magic receiver, still in her grip, cracks even further. Without warning she slams the tool onto the desk.

"When those pathetic Ionian leaders become dust, I will come for you." The Dark Sovereign sneers as she leans over the desk,"You can hide behind your title all you like, but I will break you."

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"Hello there, Steam Golem." The corners of Syndra’s mouth turn upwards into a smirk. "Come to play? "

"I could turn you into a tree, here and now — though, I fear it would be unkind of me to do so. The Heavens hold true power, unlike to what you’ve seen before — you rule over a few purple spheres, but we rule over everything in your day-to-day lives. We bow to nobody, but ourselves."

" The weak persecute you, rob you of the gifts that are so rightfully yours... And do you know why?" A pause, "Because they are afraid."

" You wouldn't understand, Goddess of Love and Beauty. You have all of the fools in the world enamored with you. Waging wars, vying for your attention."

Lips curl upward, breaking into a wide smile. The Sovereign suddenly bows her head, her small shoulders trembling. It continues for a few seconds before she throws back her head, baring her teeth as her body quakes with uncontrolled laughter. 

When it dies down, Syndra drifts forward with the same wide smile, stopping a few inches in front of the Goddess. Her hand, outstretched as a claw, softens. Fingertips brush against the Goddess' cheek.  

In an uncharacteristically gentle tone she whispers, "A tree? You are too kind, Goddess. Too tender, merciful. "

The same hand suddenly grabs her face, fingers digging into fair skin. Violet eyes stare into Aphrodite's own.

"You want me to introduce myself? Very well! " Syndra cackles cruelly, " I am Syndra, the Dark Sovereign. I will rule over this pathetic world, and these weak-willed fools. And you--you call yourself a Goddess? Don't you know that even the heavens will bow down to power?"

He laughed.

“Well, unless you’re referring to slinging your peaches, I’m afraid you’ll have to find some other means of retribution. When it comes to the influential ladder here, I’d say I’m pretty far up there. Taking the bureaucratic route’s gonna need several reviews and recommendations, and all from people who’re on better terms with me than with you.”

The Director raised an eyebrow, meeting the champion’s expression with one of disinterest. Another Tuesday, another champion way in over themselves. “I’ll crush you myself!”, “I’ll beat you to death with my own bare hands!”. Same threats, different words. Perhaps the other Director actually let that stuff sink in. Hell - supposedly, it explained the reports of insomnia and anxiety that they had – and why a lot of reports remained incomplete by the time he’d been hired in their stead. He shrugged. Not like that concerned him anymore.

 “ ‘Course, just between you and me here, the R&D’s got something that could take care of those peaches for good too, if you’re thinking about using those. Heard of Xerath’s sarcophagus? Plenty of progress there. Why, rather than finding a way to break it, we’ve instead been spending more time learning aaaaall about how it ticks. Why, I can safely say that we’re already capable of replicating and modifying it to fit several areas and body types. Not that we have any reason to use that now, do we? Catch my drift, lady?”

Silvanus leaned forwards, smiling sardonically as he met the sovereign’s gaze. Did she even realize what the construct, and effects of the room around her were? Heh. Perhaps time would tell.

“Well then, onto business. The table in front of you has a form, a pen, and a magic receiver. Fill in your abilities on the form, and then pass as much raw mana into the receiver as you can. Bonus points if you overload it and break it. We get good data from that.”

He paused.

Syndra grits her teeth, irritated that her threats do not affect the man. The lack of reaction from him was a direct contrast to the last Director. The previous one was so much easier to control, so easy to intimidate--throw one sofa out the window and he would already tremble under her stare. 

It wasn't even a nice sofa.

A look of contempt is etched on her features, further fueled by the Director's threats to shackle her powers. She drifts closer to the desk, directing her eyes to the spread out tools he had mentioned. In one swift motion she snatches the pen and paper, furiously scrawling upon it. 

" You will make this worth my time, Director." She demands, still, as a sign of piecing back her pride. The paper and pen are traded for the magic receiver. She checks it over once, gripping it forcefully and trying to unload as much of her power as she could into it. 

" You've mentioned peaches over and over again, as if you expect for me to just carry around fruit on a whim. " Syndra snaps, "Do you expect me to be a loyal lapdog who will fetch you peaches? I am not a plaything." 

She then shakes her head. “Your hair is the same grey as my daddy’s beard, and he’s thousands of years old! Are you catching up to him, I wonder? That’d be funny!”

Her teeth gnashes against each other, her rage getting the best of her. She had offered her mercy, clemency-- 

"I will not mocked any further!" Syndra screams as she raises her palm, a sphere of black forming rapidly within her hand. "Silence your tongue, I have no use for your mindless drivel of 'gods' and this Underworld--!"

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The Goddess tilts her head this way and that at the Sovereign, a frown on her lips as she folds her arms under her breasts. “Hmph! You mortals present yourself in more and more ridiculous outfits — I mean, purple against yellow? Really? The grey hair doesn’t do you any favors, either!”

She who would soon rule over all these fools, the Dark Sovereign!

"Insolent cur!" She shrills, her violet eyes flashing dangerously. "My hair is snow white! You will pay for your impudence--and ignorance!" 

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"Well, well—" Syndra starts with a growing smirk upon seeing the older man. Her glee was soon cut short as she drifts closer to him, realization setting upon her that she is much, much shorter than he was. The Sovereign is silent for a few minutes, before she ascends in the air, making sure that she is looking down at him instead. Arms cross over her chest,

Watching as the woman approached him with a smile on her face, the Outlaw could only leave it to his imagination as to what Syndra could have wanted from him. The man gruffly folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head to the side with a frown. 

Though he was admittedly amused at the fact that she lost her smirk when he towered over her in height. But of course, the Sovereign suspended herself in mid air to change that.

"Aren't you a stubborn one? I like that." she chimes in a mirthful tone, contrasting with Grave's displeasure of her.

Uncrossing her arms, she circles around the older man all the while scrutinizing him under her violet gaze.