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Post by Secernia on Jul 2, 2012 11:47:00 GMT -8
Secernia's vision was more or less screwed. She wasn't that badly in need of glasses in the first place, but without full function of both eyes, it was very difficult to judge distance... and for a power like teleportation, that was something she needed to have function over.
She teleported a number of feet ahead of him constantly or at least tried to, each time repeating herself in saying, as the blood pooled and fell from her eyelid, "Who hurt Alora? Who hurt Alora?" She was patient, and tracked him, making sure despite the extra effort that she was a few feet ahead of him every time. She needed to end this. She needed him in a trance. "Who hurt Alora?"
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 2, 2012 11:59:57 GMT -8
Gritting his teeth as she kept reappearing in front of him, Rust shot out one of his AA's to try and intercept at times, but the bitch would just not stop MOVING!
How large is this frigging island?!
"You know damn well who did!" he roared through his painful migraine. Seriously, he was on the verge of vomiting right now. "It was you and Kikime, you psycho bitch! Now GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
Both arms shot forward as one, Rust's own arms helping to back them up. The screamed towards Secernia, claws outstretched for her body.
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Post by Secernia on Jul 2, 2012 12:32:04 GMT -8
Secernia waited to pause him, until his astral arm was outstretched towards her. "No." She activated her power, to correct him, stop him in his tracks. "We didn't. Neither Kikime or I was involved in the happenings of Alora's injuries... It was those boys, just as you had been told... " She continued, looking at him with her red-colored healthy eye, and the blood soaked other eye, as though she was staring into his soul, into his memories.
"When you went to visit Alora, all that Kikime did was redress her wounds... but she made you leave because you kept asking to help, but Alora started crying because you wouldn't leave, so Kikime tossed you out... So you came out here," She explained.
In his paused state, she walked towards him, between his astral arms, and gestured behind him, "Angry and frustrated by being unable to help, you took out your anger..." She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled at him warmly, "And then, I came across you, asking what was wrong... and you were so upset, your astral arm acted against your wishes," She picked up his hand warmly, and placed it against her face, letting her blood soak his palm, "and stuck me, breaking my glasses and damaging my face here. You panicked, threatened me, so that I didn't say a thing to a teacher... and,"
She teleported to where her knife was, curved and bent on the ground, but still sharp. She brought it back to him, "Well... " She brought the knife back to his cheek, and drew a line down it with the blade, as payback for her own face, "I struck back... eventually, in your defense, the astral arm knocked me unconscious..."
Her voice was soft, gentle, caring... As though she was telling him it wasn't his fault, these things just happened without his free will. "If I was you..." She said in a normal voice, knowing that he wouldn't remember this part of the conversation later, "I wouldn't be letting my astral arms out for a while... They're horrible rebellious things... They act like your father..."
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 2, 2012 12:49:00 GMT -8
[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGs0mrmDEDo[/url] SECERNIA: MANIPULATION OF HISTORICAL MEMORY [/u][/b][/url] (click to listen)[/center] Wait...what?
But...she said that she had done that...didn't she?
Did she?...I don't know... I get the feeling I shouldn't move yet...
It was the boys though, definitely. It would be. Most men do that crap and it sickens me. I'm nothing like them.
Right?
All I did was try to help Alora... but then she started smiling...no, crying. She was definitely crying.
Why aren't I moving? Oh yeah, not the right time to... Ach, my head...maybe I should just stop for a bit until the migraine goes away.
Kikime was helping Alora though... guess I may have been a little too overbearing. Might need to...apologise...
...my...head...
..what the hell is this bitch doing? Don't touch me!
I'll hit you again!
...again?
..oh my God...
...OH MY GOD...
I hit her. I freaking hit her. Look, blood on my hand, I hit her because I couldn't control myself.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod
Look at her glasses...the blood....oh god...
But it wasn't my fault! I lost control! I didn't mean to hit her! I didn't I didn't!
oHgOdOhGoDoHgOdOhGoDoHgOdOhGoDoHgOdOhGoDoHgOdOhGoDoHgOd
i hit her...i hit secernia because i acted like a child about alora and kikime...
ohgod...
i'm acting like him...
...helpme...
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Post by Secernia on Jul 2, 2012 13:04:53 GMT -8
Secernia noticed the look on his face of horror. She stroked his cheek with her knuckles gently, "We all make mistakes..." She said to him kindly. She moved her hand around, through his hair and to the nape of his neck, drawing him down slightly so that she might whisper in his ear, "But you cannot allow yourself to make these mistakes again."
With a light laugh, she looked at the knife in her other hand and went to wipe the blood from it to clean it on his lucky white jacket, her hand moved up his body, grabbing at the fabric from beneath his clothes to bring it closer to the knife, carefully working to clean the metal while he stood there.
She took a step back, withdrawing her hand from his torso. "That's all." And looked him over, exiting his mind. She grinned mischeviously at him, shocked, blood drooling down a line on his face, a wound on his shoulder, blood on his hand and on his jacket, two astral arms reached out as though to grab at the air with their claws.
She laughed lightly at the sight, "Enjoy your evening, Rust... Sleep tight ~." And she disappeared.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 2, 2012 13:19:52 GMT -8
The trance like state that had befallen Rust vanished with Secernia. Like a puppet with it's strings cut, the Brit fell to his knees, breath shuddering. The skeletal Astral Arm shattered into pieces, blue glass falling from the air as the regular one spasmed all over the place, gouging at the air with it's claws.
What the hell had he done?
His stomach recoiled and he bent over, putting out his hands to stop himself landing face first in the dirt. With a retch, his gut emptied it's contents. He could smell the blood on his face. Another upheaval. He shuddered more and more, trying to block out the awfulness of the memories leaking back to him, but what was done was done.
In his anger, he'd intentionally struck a woman. Then threatened to continue if she told anyone. That set of broken glasses...her face...their fight...
He threw up a third time, mouth burning slightly now as his first Astral Arm fizzled out of existence. Rolling to the side, just avoiding his own regurgitated mess, he finally collapsed on his side, covered in blood that was a mixture of his own and Secernia's. His eyes were glazed over, out of wounds, mental exhaustion or guilt, no one knew.
nonononononononononononono...mom...help...
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