Looking for Sir Dact!

[Knight Errant]

Dact winces, bringing his hand to the back of his neck as his eyelids grow heavy... Staring at the Abbot... "Huh... didnt see that one..." He mutters, before falling asleep! Gasp!

[????]

When Dact awakens he will find himself strapped down on an examination table. He is in a small metallic room, surrounded on all sides by unwelcoming surgical tools designed to elicit as much pain and suffering as possible.

"Ah, it would appear you've awakened" says a voice somebody walks in. The figure, a dapper fellow dressed in white, grins as he approaches the prisoner, adjusting his monocle. "I hope you slept well, Sir Knight."

[Knight Errant]

Dact yawns. "Mmm... it was nice. I had this dream about two fish fighting over a irish pudding. Until their landlord came in and ate them for lunch." He looks around. "So... what is all this about?"

[The Man in White]

*Sweat drops*

"Clearly I used a stronger dosage than necessary. Most troubling..." the man mumbles before turning to Dact, regaining his composure.

"*Ahem* Anyways, welcome Sir Dactylos! Welcome to my humble lair. I have spirited you away to this remote corner of the world primarily for the purpose of conducting an experiment of sorts. After all, did I not tell you back at the church that you were to be tested? You might not be aware of this my good knight, but my organization has been observing you for quite some time. Although we've been preoccupied with other projects as of late, your heroics and skills had caught our attention and my agents have been conducting a little research and surveillance over the past few months..."

The man holds up a vanilla folder that is stuffed with various documents.

"Most impressive. As you are probably aware by now, I used the monk story as bait in order to draw you out, a ruse that clearly succeeded."

Pause

"Now then, if you'll follow me I will be better able to answer further questions concerning your purpose here. I'm afraid that the toxins I've injected you with earlier might make it troublesome to walk at this point. My lovely assistant though will be happy to lend you assistance though"

He motions to a nearby girl dressed in a conservative maid outfit who pushes a wheelchair into the room.

[Knight Errant]

Dact looks at the maid, then back at the man in white. "That wont be necessary..." He reaches into his pack, pulling out a yellow antipoison potion and sipping it down. "Mmm... lemon flavor."

He says as he leans against a wall, back on the table an excessive amount of straps holding down a wooden sign reading: "This is not the Knight your looking for."

"As for your experiment, if its to see if I can be made some variety of female, let me save you the trouble and reply yes..."

[The Man in White]

"My good knight" says Dact's host, trying to hide his annoyance at failing to remove the antidote, "if I wanted to explore the effects of tomapples, or to discover one hundred and one ways to steal a male's Y chromosome, I would have done so already. No, I believe my experiment runs much deeper than sex and gender, Sir Knight."

He motions for Dact to follow him through a doorway.

"Tell me, what are your opinions on the concept of good and evil?"

[Knight Errant]

"Well thats a bit of a relief..." He shrugs and follows the man... raising an eyebrow when he speaks of good and evil. "I've seen many who claim to be one or the other... Its a complicated issue I've given much thought to. In the end, you have to use your own judgement to discern one from the other."

Dact also happens to posses a bag holding inside it a pocket dimension... along with thousands of items he has gathered over the years. Such a thing is handy.

[The Man in White]

The two walk down a hallway full of windows. If Dact were to look closely, he can probably make out tanks full of green goo.

"Most interesting. Forgive my ignorance Sir Knight, but I always thought that most heroes possessed a black and white mentality. It is most refreshing to see this old stereotyped challenged. I myself believe that each and every one of us possesses a little bit of both. We all have a little bit of Jekyll and a smattering of Hyde. Without one, you cannot have the other. Which of the two would you say is stronger?"

[Knight Errant]

Dact looks right and left... interestedly, then back to his 'host'. "That is plain enough to see... evil has always outnumbered good. And evil is never truly eradicated... in fact in the name of good, many atrocities have been committed in the search to 'purify all evil'. But in the end, evil is self destructive. It sows the seeds of its own undoing."

"To answer plainly, evil is stronger. But will always eventually be overcome."

[AmbushCat]

*A light popping noise above and to Dact's left... and Eebon Harrison 'ports into the room, crashing to the ground tail first!*

Eebon: *whimpers* Gawww-oowww...! That's the last time I chew bubblegum and dimen-port at the same time! *looks around* So, where'd I end up this time? Gaw.

[The Man in White's Maid]

Eeban is promptly picked up by the maid from earlier, who strokes him gently.

"Oh you poor dead," she says, giving Eeban a nice scratching behind the ears. "Let us go to the kitchen and see if I can find you some nice salmon, Kitty-Chan."

"An interesting theory, Sir Knight," says his mysterious Host. "This is a concept that I intend to test in my little 'experiment'."

A door opens at the end of the hallway, leading into a dark room.

[Knight Errant]

Dact blinks at the sudden cat, then over to the man in white. "Really... and how is that?"

[The Man in White]

"Follow..." says the enigmatic gentlemen, entering into the dark room.

[AmbushCat]

Eeban is promptly picked up by the maid from earlier, who strokes him gently.

"Oh you poor dead," she says, giving Eeban a nice scratching behind the ears. "Let us go to the kitchen and see if I can find you some nice salmon, Kitty-Chan."

Eebon: *struggles a bit, unable to keep a light purr from escaping* Hey, I'm no luggage---put Eebon down! Gaw! *tries to push herself free*

[Guest]

No dice! The maid holds poor Eeban in a vice grip of snuggling that not even Harry Houdini could escape from!

The maid begins to walk off, presumably to the kitchen. If Eeban-Chan were to keep struggling, perhaps he could escape yet~! :)