[FancyCyclops]

Emperor Carmine's workings
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It was just another day of being stricken by sudden wanderlust, and stewing madness.
I ended up wandering into another bar, and I may or may not have been struck by a sudden urge to drink.
(Mercala help me.)
And when I entered, it was during the discussion of a certain Emperor Carmine, who is apparently so convoluted that attempted explanation
can drive even the most sober man to madness. Yakin attempted to discuss the forbidden lore, as Walter gibbered and tried to comprehend.
(It was quite the sight.)
Ard entered later, first mistaking me for a drinker, (Which, with every coming day, is closer to not being mistaken) then
revealing some interesting news. Very interesting news, one that trumped the forbidden lore in terms of importance.

"Gentlemen, do promise me you won't be angry."

A promise I wish everyone could've heeded. The news that followed drove everyone at the table to rage, myself included.
Gowwel was being Gowwel; offering acts of debauchery. A rough-looking woman; apparently the very same one that drove my hopes for
that [strike]GODSFORSAKEN TRASH ISLAND THAT CALLS ITSELF[/strike] SIGROGANA into the trash can then straight through the void,
took him up on the offer, for murai. 4000 murai. She sold her soul for 4000 murai, got 6000 and did it without batting an eye.
I was, if my writing didn't make it painfully obvious, angry. Angry at her, angry at Imperia for allowing this to happen, consumed by an
abnormally vivid wrath.

Denial only made it worse.

No talk of the forbidden lore could distract my mind from it.
The story continued. Ard confronted her, to no avail. Turns out she put her soul in the hands of Gowwel for the money.
Had the gall to go to another man while shopping, even when warned. A certain detail that helped the two most afflicted;
Yakin and Walter boil over the engine of rage and bring forth a revelation was a certain word, a tic if you will.

"Feck."

The first obviously afflicted (Besides myself, possibly) was Walter. He got up to go outside and vent his anger.
A loud yell followed his departure, just after Yakin pieced it all together. The yell startled me at first, as it was at the time unexpected.
But then, as he made his re-entry, it was all clear. As was my anger. My anger boiled and burned.
This was a problem, as Yakin pointed out, or rather, his own anger being the problem. Walter decided on taking the group;
Me, Yakin, Ard and himself out to the terrace. The other patrons, besides Nemi made their leave from the area, to goodness knows where.

The group made it to the terrace.
Walter was next to Yakin, holding him back. Yakin was staring over the cliff. I was standing nearby. Ard was also doing so.
It was a tense moment. Yakin then spoke, after the moment that felt like forever,
"Remind me, how much did she sell her soul for, again?"
The kindling was in place. There only needed a spark.
"Six thousand murai."
The spark was lit. What followed was a rage building up, a rage that displayed just what he thought of it all. In part, also how I felt.
Ard took her steps back and took necessary precautions. I took my steps back as well, and sorted through my medical supplies.
His rage begun. On the subject of how she denies her harlotry, but keeps on doing actions befitting of such. How she has yet to be smote
for such. He was in such a state of rage that Walter finally held him back, as I took it upon myself to remind him, though it may have fell on
deafened ears.

Then, finally, Walter decided to do something stupid. Not that he wasn't warned.

Walter tossed himself and Yakin into the water and what followed was some of the most stressful moments of that day.
A series of snaps as the two hit the sea. It appears that Walter was more fortunate, seeing as he could still swim.
Yakin, on the other hand, fell silent. There was blood in the water. Yaeko entered. My mind was a blur as I tried to focus on something,
anything to stop myself from breaking down. (Vera's voice was muffled. So I don't think much could be done.)
I ran over to the shore, lo and behold, there the crowd was. I could spot Walter yelling at Yakin.
There was little time to waste as I got a read on the situation. His ribs were broken in such a state that they could only be called "Jenga Pieces."
He started coughing blood and my mind continued to swim. I called to Mercala to help me, to bring him from the brink of death!

I was hyper-focused in that moment, to the point where I couldn't remember on my own.
I slipped into a state of mind where I was calm beyond any measure, only focusing on the patient and the doctor in charge.
The Doctor, Walter took the reins from there. Then everything went back to normal and the panic reached its climax.

Yaeko was out cold. In time, Yakin was not. But there was no need for further Mercana, even if absolutely nothing was okay.
Yakin screamed, and my mind did, as well. I tried to wake Yaeko up, only thinking in the moment, as the screaming within and without intensified.
The ever reliable Sal Volatile; able to rouse the unconscious and expose them to major hearing damage.
I became like a statue as I realized just how badly I thought I messed up.
My brain shut down.

In the end, Yakin got a vacation and Walter got his revenge.
All was relatively well. But I don't know how long I can keep myself together.