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Who: rippling and halcyonthird
When: Evening of December 24th (forward-dated)
Where: Outislander Community Block and onwards.
Format: prosey action
What: Ophelia starts to awaken, Irene calms her down. (it's ironic!)
Warnings: Ophelia swears a lot; potentially triggering violence / childhood flashbacks.
[ It hurts. ]
[ Not just the wounds - she's felt her spine crack, lost limbs, felt joints pop out of their sockets. Pain doesn't bother her much anymore. No, what burns through her is the failure. Ophelia is twisted up inside like she's a little girl again, watching her brother run forward to die. That little girl was spoiled then and she's spoiled now, and she doesn't like to have her games interrupted. ]
[ That impossible bitch. Stealing her kill away from her, daring to protect an Awakened Being? Ophelia's yoki flares and she kicks over the dresser with a snarl and a crash. The flow of energy to her wounds feels good, soothing. ]
[ Where the hell is she, anyway? Some shitty hotel, by the looks of things. She doesn't remember how she got here, but hadn't she passed out for a bit, back in the forest? It's not totally unlikely that some do-gooder has dragged her to supposed safety. But she would have made it just fine on her own. She's always made it just fine on her own. Even the Organization knows that by now - that's probably why they send her extra Awakened Beings instead of real back-up. ]
[ As though she's going to do something as demeaning as sit around waiting for her rescuer to return and be thanked. ]
[ Ophelia opens the door, and if her movements are warier now, her yoki is still a haphazard pulse around her, eyes gold and nails claws, the veins stretching under her skin. She doesn't really notice - the heat of it mixes with the heat of her anger, as she stalks down the corridor of the Outislander apartments, and out into a world so totally unfamiliar that for a moment she forgets about her grudge, her wounds, her darkness and pain. There's only the shock of seeing snow - just how far is she from home!? - and the electricity, the people, the strangeness of this new world around her. ]
[ Then like a burst, it explodes like light and glory in her head, ripping and burning through her chest, her limbs twisting and she hurts, she fucking hurts right down to her bones in a way she's never known. It's a cleansing, exultant pain, and she realizes too late just how far she'd already gone, just how much yoki she's releasing: realizes, this time, and tries to call it back and hovers in some in-between place, monstrous and lashing fury everywhere. ]
When: Evening of December 24th (forward-dated)
Where: Outislander Community Block and onwards.
Format: prosey action
What: Ophelia starts to awaken, Irene calms her down. (it's ironic!)
Warnings: Ophelia swears a lot; potentially triggering violence / childhood flashbacks.
[ It hurts. ]
[ Not just the wounds - she's felt her spine crack, lost limbs, felt joints pop out of their sockets. Pain doesn't bother her much anymore. No, what burns through her is the failure. Ophelia is twisted up inside like she's a little girl again, watching her brother run forward to die. That little girl was spoiled then and she's spoiled now, and she doesn't like to have her games interrupted. ]
[ That impossible bitch. Stealing her kill away from her, daring to protect an Awakened Being? Ophelia's yoki flares and she kicks over the dresser with a snarl and a crash. The flow of energy to her wounds feels good, soothing. ]
[ Where the hell is she, anyway? Some shitty hotel, by the looks of things. She doesn't remember how she got here, but hadn't she passed out for a bit, back in the forest? It's not totally unlikely that some do-gooder has dragged her to supposed safety. But she would have made it just fine on her own. She's always made it just fine on her own. Even the Organization knows that by now - that's probably why they send her extra Awakened Beings instead of real back-up. ]
[ As though she's going to do something as demeaning as sit around waiting for her rescuer to return and be thanked. ]
[ Ophelia opens the door, and if her movements are warier now, her yoki is still a haphazard pulse around her, eyes gold and nails claws, the veins stretching under her skin. She doesn't really notice - the heat of it mixes with the heat of her anger, as she stalks down the corridor of the Outislander apartments, and out into a world so totally unfamiliar that for a moment she forgets about her grudge, her wounds, her darkness and pain. There's only the shock of seeing snow - just how far is she from home!? - and the electricity, the people, the strangeness of this new world around her. ]
[ Then like a burst, it explodes like light and glory in her head, ripping and burning through her chest, her limbs twisting and she hurts, she fucking hurts right down to her bones in a way she's never known. It's a cleansing, exultant pain, and she realizes too late just how far she'd already gone, just how much yoki she's releasing: realizes, this time, and tries to call it back and hovers in some in-between place, monstrous and lashing fury everywhere. ]