Who: Fandaniel, Octavian, Dante
Where: The Aetherochemical Research Facility
What: Fandaniel starts to process the fact that previous Chosen lost their souls.
Warnings: Violence, death, gore, suicidal ideation

[In a dark room sealed off from the glowing corridors of the Facility stands Fandaniel. Before him, stretched on a table with his arms and tail in shackles, lies a Rumpiturian. The snake creature stares blankly at the ceiling in a daze, unaware of the metal cage holding his torso open, revealing heart and lungs.

He is alive but only barely. Fandaniel watches the reptilian eyes and trembling heart, eager to see if there is any sign of the scalekin seeing beyond the void, but there is nothing. There is only an empty, glassy stare from a being that doesn't have even a trace of aether.

The Ascian looks back over his shoulder at Octavian who is, quite literally, haunting his laboratory.]

Nothing. Nary a trace of a soul.

[He grimaces, unsure how to feel.]

If this creature ever was a Chosen, it is little more than data now. 'Tis no more real than the street lamps of Aldrip.