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Brooke's were wide, not meeting the man who had presented himself before her, but turned questioning, up at Elsa who stood to her left. Receiving a curt nod from her companion, Brooke answered.
"Pleased to meet you, s-sir."
The frail girl felt hollow and untrusting. Was it mere coincidence? Why would the host of this event invite all of us? These things remained a mystery as the group made their way into the assigned seats. Elsa sat to her right and the questionable Nightshade fellow to her left. He had some air about him. Brooke called on her mother's wisdom and memory in hopes of some glimpse of truth, but nothing came. Brooke could tell as much about the man as anyone else at the party, or far less, as she would later realize.
Elsa looked stunning. She wasn't overly-dressed, as some of the guests were, but she seemed empowered and confident. Her head was held high and her speech eloquent. Brooke felt immensely humbled by those around her. She almost felt as though her wrinkled clothes might envelop her completely.

They were all together speaking in low voices and there was something odd in the air. The tension had been cut and things seemed to be going all too smoothly. Brooke latched herself somewhat annoyingly to [insert name]'s sleeve. The others seemed to be making sense of what the Nightshade fellow was proposing, but there was an odd tingling in her spine that warned Brooke that the situation was quite different...
[Sorry for the unnecessary elipses, I felt it contributed to the suspense. I must be off now, sir. I hope the others join again soon so that things may run a bit smoother. I do not want to be self-centered, speaking only of y own character, but I should also hate to be a "puppet-master" to anyone. If you feel that I have offended, please tell me right away so that I may try to mend it immediately. Thank you all so very much! ~b]

[It seems that I have time enough for one last reply, now.]
Brooke could feel a haze falling over her. The shrill laughter of women and deep bellows of men enjoying themselves in the other room began to bleed into a bubbly and warm background noise. The girl felt as though she were trapped in a room with the walls closing in upon her. She was entirely conscious of her loss of control and, try as she might, there was little that she could do to prevent it. The feeling was, though, altogether a pleasurable one. There was a warmth that embraced her, beckoned her, taunted her. She let her arms fall to her sides from where they'd been tightly crossed over her chest. Her fingers toyed coyly with her pocket; she was entirely distracted from the conversation now. Suddenly, as Brooke's forefinger touched the spool of thread in her jeans pocket, her eyes snapped wide open. It was as though someone had just thrown a stone through the warped and tinted glass window she'd been looking through. The girl looked about anxiously. She could hear her mother's voice echoing in her head those three simple words.
"Trust no man."

Brooke brought her hand from her pocket to stifle a moan. As she did so, the feelings were amplified. Her form was wracked with waves of a foreign sensation of delight and passion. Shoulders quivering with a weakness she gasped for a release. Finally, Brooke crumpled by Mobius's feet, shallow breaths changing to more relaxed, deep ones.

[Not too awful, I hope. Such things are a tad... out of my general experience to write...]

[No worries.
So I suppose it was Walt who was with us this whole time?
You see, Bananas28, if you didn't read all of this already, we are at an event hosted by Mobius Nightshade (though we don't know that quite yet) and he's lured us aside. Because his god-parent is one of sensation, he has used his power over us.
Welcome back, friend.]

Brooke groaned pathetically from the floor, unmoving. Sasuke advanced, but Mobius held ground. Her mind raced, as Brooke searched for some sense in this. She could feel the cracks in the flooring [I'm supposing it is a hard-wood, there would be some seams and so on...] embracing her exposed flesh and creating red lines across it. Mobius, to her, had always been some abstract enemy, but now she was, less than centimetres away, powerless against him. Brief ideas to attack flickered across her mind, but she made no attempts. Mother, forgive me... Brooke closed her eyes and wept.

"Grr... Curses." He released his hold on them. "So you can defy my power. What is it you want of me? More importantly, why did you people attack me without warning when I first arrived at that van yesterday night? I grow impatient playing these games with you." He glared at Sasuke, clutching his shoulder in memory of that night.

Mobius clapped. "Bravo! May I ask which goddess I speak to?"