Interrogation ( In the woods near the Savage Skull Guildhall, volunteering Dark Mages are welcome to test our might. PM me first. ) ( Zeno, Zenshin ) [NK/OPEN]

Hisashi Isamu, the dumbest, the most retarded member of the Dark Guild who went by the name "Savage Skulls" was taking his evening walk with one of his alcohol bottles in his hand. The bottle contained a liter of varied alcohol. Isamu had to drink and get drunk in order to professionally use his spells and attack enemies. Besides, who wouldn't enjoy a drink in such a fine evening? Well, most of the people who would, have their limits, unlike Isamu, who already began drinking the bottle and finished a quarter of it in one sip after which he burped loudly. He made no notice of the man in the tree as he walked past the tree, humming happily while looking forward, walking randomly. He had planned a schedule. A part of it had been taking an evening walk each day. However, it was the first day he had decided to follow the schedule and therefore he was unsure on where he was headed. All he knew was that he would take a walk and return after sunset.

"What a.. beautiful day.." Isamu said as he looked around to find that he was in the shadow of the forest, in the dark. Not what he had expected. He was disappointed as he awkwardly stood there, looking around. Luckily for him, and maybe even the man trying to capture and interrogate him, he was not drunk just yet and he was sane although he would drink the whole bottle if he panicked. He just stood there, moaning in disappointment.

Isamu was indeed unaware. He was caught by surprise and kicked in the back of his knee, forcing him into a kneeling position. He yelped as he then saw a dagger near his throat. This caused him to stumbled backwards and then roll, landing on his feet, avoiding the blow to the temple by total coincidence and luck. He looked at the intruder and panicked. He ran around in circles in his place, yelling, "Aaah! I didn't do anything! Spare me!" As a matter of fact he was not lying. He was telling the truth. He was probably the only innocent Dark Mage. He had joined the guild in order to find a place to stay with interesting people. The poor guy was unaware of the demigod situation as well, he had thought that the battle of these two God brothers occurred centuries ago. He thought they all lived in a havoc-less world now.

He then realized the possibility of more intruders being in the surrounding and he drank the rest of the alcohol bottle in one sip while running in circles right before he threw the bottle away and burped louder than before. "Ahh! Nothing like a good drink in an evening like this!" He exclaimed as he looked at his surrounding. He had just taken one of the most powerful alcoholic drinks instead of his usual drink of plain, non-powerful alcohol that got him drunk but kept him sane to an extent. He did not see what he was seeing now. He looked at the intruder to see a humanoid reptile monster standing in front of him. "...What.. the... leech?" He looked back at the bottle he just drank which read "Everlast". "OH SHIT!!!" He yelled as loud as he could. He had just taken one of the most powerful alcoholic drinks instead of his usual one. Even though he was immune to feeling sick and feeling like puking from being drunk, he still saw spinning images and drunk hallucinations. Luckily for him, he knew how to attack despite the difference in visuals due to his experience in fighting this way.

Isamu slowly opened his eyes, hanging on his feet facing upside down. He did not recall having been captured in the first place. How the heck did he get tied up? How long had it been? Isamu decided that he was too drunk to remember. He looked around to see that he was still drunk. However, he was not as drunk as before despite still being very drunk. He no longer saw completely different images from what existed. Instead, he saw different colors and spinning images. Being experienced in fighting while being drunk, as well as often getting drunk, Isamu managed to somewhat make out the situation. He noticed Lord Frederick, better known to him as "Freddy". He then noticed two other mages in the area.

One of the two mages were occupied with Frederick and the other was not exactly facing his way and was most probably going to be occupied and distracted by Frederick too, as "Freddy" was quite tough. Isamu sneakily decided to make use of it. He shook about noiselessly from the rope in which he was hanging. He then successfully attempted to swing himself over to land on the branch on which his rope was tied. He did so by bending himself in such a way that he goes forward with the force of gravity and the momentum of the spin. He then used his own force to enhance and support this effect by landing him on the branch. He looked down on the two intruders and his comrade. His comrade was facing towards him. He winked at his comrade before looking down on the mage using Ice-Make.

Too drunk to realize that his feet were sill tied to the rope, Isamu leaped towards the mage, trying to knock him down with his hands, pushing him down with the force of his own push. However, his fingers did not reach the target. He was just a millimeter away from laying his hands on the mage. However, due to his feet being tied to the tree, he could not go any further and the tree pulled him back to his original position, hung by his feet facing upside down. The mage had then continued to attack Frederick, appearing from behind. Isamu had pure luck on his side as he was back in his position by the time Zenshin was behind Frederick, facing his way.

"OW!" Isamu exclaimed as Zeno hit the back of his head. He didn't think he was being watched. He just hung there, upside down, not daring to make another move as eh knew it was going to be useless, Zeno was going to stop him anyway. "Aaaaah! Freddy! Help mee!!" He whined helplessly, loud enough to echo in the forest. He had dropped his bottle of alcohol when he was captured. Luckily for him, it wasn't broken yet, and it was right below him. "Oooh! Oooh!" He exclaimed as he tried to pick up the bottle. His hands could not reach the bottle. They were just inches away but the rope kept him from touching the bottle. He desperately tried to reach it with his mouth to lick up the liquid but to no avail, with similar results. He whined helplessly yet again, "Freddy! What the leech? Can't you take on these leeching motherleechers?!" He learned how to swear like that from none other than his leader in two jobs so far, Constantine Rebellion.