Retreating Daylight

[Remnant]

Slowly moving her hands, placing them on his shoulders. "Oh but you misunderstand. I'm not asking her to make you a room up because you'll be staying here permanently. Of course we're not interested in other vessel. At least not right now, something a little more.. immediate." Maneuvering her body so an arm was actually around him. Despite being a little shorter than him, she had a shallow grin on her face. Slowly reaching around, pressing her palm against the back of his neck. The artifact being pressed between the fleshy skin of the neck and her hand. "And you're a little off on the purpose of the artifact."

His consciousness slowly begins to turn to black. The artifact feeling very hot at the back of his neck, his mind slowly falling into a deep sleep. With the position Izumi was in up close to him, there was very little he could do physically before he became too weak to fight off the effects.

Tara comes back from setting up a room nearby, noticing the man in Izumi's arms. Rolling her eyes slightly, helping to move him to the nearby room, finally the two manage to lay him on a bed at the edge of the little room. Izumi sits next to the man, producing three more artifacts. These slightly bigger, yet they didn't get any bigger than about two fists put together in size. Laying them against the male, Izumi slowly closes her eyes. Re-opening them, a faint purple glow played around the edge of her pupils. "People always come.. A funny race. You keep up the receptive good work as always I see Tara. Well. You all do very well."

The artifacts slowly begin to glow brighter around the man. Tara has seen this done a few times, merely watching with a straight face. Perhaps letting out a quiet sigh if anyone was listening close enough.

People's minds were funny things. Amusing almost. Especially to Izumi. The Artifacts slowly beginning to invade the mans head, finding.. searching.. winding.. moving through all of his memories. It's purpose was not to learn what he knew however. Izumi carefully manipulating the positions of the strange rocks, certain feelings and thoughts started to become stronger. The Nomad race as an ally. The human race as the enemy. And.. Loyalty to the causes of the Nomads. There was no telling if a human could change his mind about the entire change of heart in the future. Going back to the humans, reporting what he knows causing a lot of damage in the process. This systematic approach and manipulation of the mind was merely.. assurances that he would stay where he now belongs. Inside the enemies gate. No longer a friend of the human race as a whole.

Izumi merely hums quietly during the process, slowly removing the stones once it was complete. She gets up slowly and leaves the room with a slight wink towards the other female in the room.

Tara sinks down slowly into a nearby chair, leaning back boredly as she lets out a louder sigh this time. Well. Vaelin was going to wake up with a headache.