~+~Chairwoman Athene~+~
Relena Saint Mantis
"Yes... we need boundaries to keep us civilized." The irony of this was not lost on Relena Saint Mantis. It wasn't what was said, it was who was saying it. Life certainly hated her. Then again, she had herself to blame for not saying anything.
For not being able to say anything to begin with. Silence was such an interesting and self destructive shackle. The more she felt herself hold back and leave something unsaid, the more she felt like she had just jabbed another red hot needle into her own skin.
It was going to drive her mad one day.
"Do you really believe that?" she questioned, challenged, "or do you believe it because that was the "truth" we've always been spoon fed?" She snapped, then sighed. It wasn't Jules' fault that she didn't have the courage to come out and say it.
"Some people aren't free no matter how you define it. Freedom comes in different forms, but we have our own preconceptions, and assumptions. Shackles come in different forms love. Just because you aren't aware of their existence doesn't mean they are not there." Relena frowned, and the frown turned scowl when she was told not to think too much.
"Don't think too hard?" She questioned, eyes narrowing. "I will always think the difficult thoughts even if it meant having a headache forever." There was a slight edge to her voice that soon mellowed out, and perhaps betrayed that her ire that she had on the phone call before hadn't just suddenly vanished.
"Julianne, I think a lot because I can't say a lot. My words aren't mine, because I can't say the things I truly wish to, or to be fair, the things that I truly should be saying, but my thoughts? No one can take those from me Jules. No one."
Power has its price. And Relena's was her voice.
Raleigh Lynnette Der Malian
Taith Aerrow Zavia Turunen
Malwyn Carmineo
Malwyn looked up at the girl, startled at first. Then she blinked, looking at her hands. Oh. That.
"Did you know, some martial artists actually do handstands and other weight bearing exercises," she stopped punching, and instead began kicks. "but with their fists, for the sole intention of breaking their own knuckles?" She switched legs, "the mentality is that if the knuckles break, when they heal, they will be flat, and then? You'll have a bigger area when you deck someone in the face."
She did a quick jab with an elbow and then went back to being light on her feet, doing various combinations.
"In battle, you don't know what you'll hit until you do. You get scratches and cuts from anywhere. Broken bones from anything. Why treat your training any differently?"
She stopped, just to catch her breath and to wipe her bleeding hands.
"Besides, it works to do a little blood play when you're really pissed."
Doctor Mélodique Chanson
Melodique caught it all. The way Lindsey looked at her, the way the girl on the ground flinched. How the movement itself wasn't natural: a learned thing from necessity. Something developed from expecting one too many blows one too many surprises.
It was so haunting in its familiarity that Melodique almost lost balance for a moment, her emotional shock causing the blood to rush from face and head.
She regained composure soon after, hearing the weak lies, something that reminded her of herself.
"Melodique, what happened to your face?"
A smile to downplay it all, which only earned her a wince at the spike of pain. "Nothing really. One of my patients had a panic attack when we were attending to him, he kind of decked me upside the head. Didn't get a chance to deal with it yet though. Kind of all out of power right now."
Melodique couldn't let herself stay back. She was kneeling beside the girl, and prying the sweater away from Aracelli before she could react.
"You're lying. Badly too, and I bet this isn't the first time, is it?" Dark chocolate eyes flashed as she looked the girl over. "Takes one to know one kid." Her eyes fell upon the blood and she bit down on her lip. Her hands glowed, along with the healing circle tattoos she had inscribed there so long ago.
"Who did this?" Her voice shook, but it was quiet, and faint and yet almost menacing. Noticing this, she took on a much more nurturing tone. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" Well that was a stupid question, wasn't it? Melodique had known the reasons why. It was always the same reasons.
Shame. Fear. Being scared that people would look at you with disgust, would look at you and just know just see the filth that you felt clung to every orifice of your skin.
Breathe. She needed to breathe.
"One thing at a time Melo. One thing at a time." She told herself under breath.
5+4 = 9 = 4 damage healed!
10 + 4 = 14 = 9 damage healed!
5+4 = 9 = 4 damage healed!
Her hands were trembling, but they were steady enough, capable as ever to get the worst of the wounds. She still wanted to look Aracelli over though. On her hands and knees, not caring if she ended up touching blood, she frowned towards the ground, then looked to Lindsey for guidance.
Karelineo Kuscherii
Leonora R.J. Sutaru
"Use every drop of hot water that exists in those pipes?" She called back childishly. "Got it." She padded off towards the shower and added playfully.
"If you're so concerned about your ever precious hot water, we could always share. I promise to give you a neck and shoulder massage." Leonora chuckled, "you seem like you need it anyways. There's just so much stress and tension there. I can just see it. I don't even need to test to know your muscles have got to be as hard as rocks right now."
Leonora walked back into the room, but stood at the doorway, knowing her future wife well. If she wasn't close to the entrance, Freya would probably try running past to take the bathroom.
"Do consider my offer. I'll even promise that I'll behave..." she snickered, "well...mostly. I heard its bad making promises you can't keep," she winked, "and absolutely not letting my hands wander whatsoever is very, very difficult. I'm only mortal my dear." With that she began stalking back towards the bathroom.
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