Cuwen
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- Posted: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 09:16:20 +0000
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Dietra Roseborn
I am here: Ball in the gym
With: Ella, Discord, Emmett, and I think Ambrosius
Thoughts: You must pay...
With: Ella, Discord, Emmett, and I think Ambrosius
Thoughts: You must pay...
⇝"We are the daughters of darkness and time."⇜
Dietra rolled her eyes when the man asked her if she thought something was funny. This guy was no fun. Seriously, was his personality stuck in the shadows as well? She had no idea that he was actually a teacher and that she was having her 2nd negative interaction with a teacher in just the past hour.
"Well, I did think something was humorous, but more in an ironic way, but don't worry. You stomped that right out..."
Dietra was about to turn around and head back to Ella and Emmett. Yeah, it was cool meeting another shadow manipulator, but she was getting nowhere with this guy and she was wasting her time, time that could be used learning more about Emmett.
Dietra began to turn around but stopped halfway when a sharp pain suddenly hit her. It felt like a knife had been driven into her skull and she gasped in pain. Her vision blurred slightly, momentarily. And then she saw flashes in her mind. Oh gods no, not now! This came on so suddenly that she could barely get a grip on herself or her Fury side.
The images flashed through her mind one after the other after the other. The man himself was probably experiencing these flashbacks as well, only more vividly and a lot more painfully. It was a side effect of being near a Fury and feeling guilty. Even if Dietra didn't mean to, even if she didn't know what was going on at first, just being near her would cause images associated with the feeling of guilt to be more vivid to the person who was feeling guilty.
Dietra saw images of two people dying, a woman and a man. They cared for each other, Dietra could sense that. Then she saw and felt the man in front of her feel extreme guilt and be defeated, though Dietra wasn't sure if he had literally been defeated or merely metaphorically and emotionally. His powers were limited after that. He hated the shadows, hated what they did to him. And the visions ended with him in a basement.
By the end of the visions, Dietra's eyes had turned bright red, her hair was glowing subtly, and talons had appeared at the end of her fingers. She turned her head back to look at the man, who she now knew for certain was a man named Ambrosius, though now he went by Ambrose. All Furies knew the names of their victims.
Dietra chuckled softly, quietly. And if Ambrose had good hearing, he might hear two more soft voices accompanying Dietra's when she laughed. She moved closer to Ambrose and whispered softly to him. When she spoke, her voice didn't sound like normal. It had a higher pitch to it and seemed to be dripping with barely-contained insanity.
"Ambrose... My my, you have been a bad boy. No wonder you don't like to play with shadows. Well, on the contrary, you like them a little too well. I can't fault you for that, but I can fault you for using them to hurt others..."
She gripped his chin in one of her hands, and as soon as her skin touched his, a violent, painful memory shook through Ambrose's mind as if he was reliving it all over again, as if he were right there in that moment. It only lasted for a few seconds. Dietra didn't want her toy to get worn out too quickly.
"Do you think you can cause such pain, such heartbreak, and not be punished for it? You skated away scot-free. Well, there was that whole business of your powers being sealed away and you locked in a basement, but we both know that you weren't really punished, not really, were you? No... You caused the deaths of those two innocent, loving people. And yet here you stand, free. While they lay dead in the ground."
It didn't matter if Ambrose had actually killed that man and woman she saw in his visions. He felt extreme guilt and she saw those people in his vision. The Fury side of her told her that he killed those two people and he had to pay for it.
Dietra leaned up on her tip toes and lightly and briefly licked the top tip of Ambrose's ear. It would feel like a small lick of flame had just skated across the tip of his ear, and another painful memory would shoot through his mind.
⇝"We follow the guilty, we punish the crime."⇜
((ooc: I hope I didn't just totally ruin my character's future, but this was so much fun to type up! And this is what would have happened in that scenario so... *hopes Dietra makes it out of this alive XD*))
((Raise the Dead))
((Raise the Dead))
⇝"Blood has to flow and that blood will be yours."⇜
Mewlicious Paladin