Red Pool
An indoor pool. Where one would expect to see windows, there are only concrete walls. A small cabinet room nearby contains 16 swimsuits, which seem to fit the cast perfectly. The pool is cold and relaxing...besides the unusual red color. You can only assume it's dye, as it smells, feels, and tastes like water...you really, really hope it's water.
Tarnish: Someone enters this room, holding a small tray of food in their hand. It seems to be a random assortment of snacks, nothing else special...but what's interesting is who is bringing it in.
"I've entered the domain of the devious kind...and it looks like they were expecting someone."
Paradi: Yup. They're still tied up. Lying there with a dumb, passive grin, their scratch from earlier now mostly blistered over.
"Oh, hello there...did you bring something for me? How kind of you."
Tarnish: "Why, thank you! The other guys told me you might be less considerate than that."
He walks over, happily setting the plate of food down near Paradi's face. Then he just...watches.
Paradi: "...Aw, come on...I can't eat without my hands. Aren't you going to feed me, being of the shadows, or just watch me suffer?"
Tarnish: (Being of the shadows? Nobody has addressed me that formally before...)
He seems a little embarrassed, a bit of blush on his face. "W-Well- I assume that if I must, then I shall."
He sits down on the cold pool floor...a sensation that allows him to just barely feel the carpet of it, and shiver in disgust. Trying to shove that aside, he takes some of the food on the plate and just...begins feeding this guy. Slowly.
It's safe to say that even a worldburner such as himself has not fed someone else like this before. And the way Paradi looks at him all the while...something about this unnerves him, but he is simply too polite to state that.
Paradi: They eat...as normally as they can while bound up, at least.
"Mmm...not even calling me any names like the others do? You can do better..."
Tarnish: He tilts his head, confused. "...Are you...inviting me to do such a thing to you? To insult you, harshly?"
He blinks. And again. "...That is not a healthy thing to go around asking."
Paradi: "And who are we to complain about health? We are sinners...decency is above us."
They speak in between bites, their expression unchanging, gleaming up at a Tarnish who is still keeping his devious persona up despite the dull sense of discomfort.
Tarnish: "Now, now, I agree with you! We are sinners, and I myself am a being of infinite destruction and anger!!!" His voice roars...and then, quiets again.
"But do you have no confidence in your own evil? Do you have no respect for who you are, regardless of the morals this world forces upon you?"
Paradi: "...I never did." They answer, now lying in front of an empty plate.
Tarnish: Tarnish...frowns. "No...no, this will not do. I will not allow someone with so much potential to live a life so loathing!"
A sudden fire seems to burn in his eyes as he stares at Paradi...who now wears a look of slight confusion, compared to their usual expression.
"From this moment on, I shall take you as my dastardly apprentice, and show you how to be a REAL villain! We shall serve each other well, I am sure!!"
Paradi: "...Ah," They sigh, "Would you really want something like that from someone like me? I'm sure to be despised by you eventually, or just not cut out for something so exciting..."
Tarnish: "Nonsense! In fact, you remind me of myself when I was younger. The potential is always there, and only the dastardly mind of my own will seize such an opportunity!"
The Destroyer: DING-DING-DING!
"Ahem...Attention, Attention! It is time for the next motive! Please, I need all of you to report to the theatre room once more, for cards and games! ...And I do mean, everyone! Don't keep that idiot tied up for the whole game, it's not entertaining that way!"
Tarnish: "...Shit." He mutters under his breath, before shaking his head around and perking up again.
"...No matter. Tarnish shall take you where we must go!"
He takes the tied rope on the closet door and unfurls it, proceeding to then grab Paradi like a sack of potatoes and run off with them.
Paradi: And instead of having the usual expression one might expect...Paradi seems genuinely muddled for once.