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Azrael didn't bother to say anything to Eridia as he dragged her along behind him and out of the hive. He had blocked her out so that he could finish his task, he didn't have time to worry about her petty problems at that moment. He felt her digging into his arm with her nails but only grit his teeth and kept pulling her forward. Finally when they broke from the house he let go of her and turned to face her. "Eridia! Don't you dare threaten Aconan! She hasn't done anything wrong, she was only reporting to you because Gerard was important to you," He clenched his fists into balls and stared down his former friend. "Would you rather her lie to you? Maybe that would have saved your sanity, But I thought you hated lies?" the young blueblood looked away from Eridia, there were no tears of pity in his eyes. This was the driest they'd felt all evening, maybe it was from the smoke? "And you're right, I don't get why you're so hung up on Gerard, you barely knew him! You know him for one whole evening, what, did you think that there was going to be some kind of romantic movie with him?"

He pointed at her and scowled. "You are the biggest Idiot I've ever met, I would have done anything for you if you just told me to, but no. You stuck to your own thing and didn't even answer a single one of my letters, do you know how worried I was?" Azrael folded his arms, his face softening to sadness and then finally his usual indifference. He could feel the conflicting emotions of what he thought his duty was and what he couldn't stand anymore. He just wanted Eridia to see that what she was doing was just going to destroy her and he didn't want that. Even if he was leaving his contract that didn't mean he didn't still care for her as a friend. But it was obvious that she had wacky priorities.

Azrael rubbed his arm feeling incredibly aggressive about Eridia threatening his new friend. "Don't even try threatening me Eridia, I know that between the two of us if you started a fight, i would win and you know that too," He gave her one final look. "I may not understand what you had with Gerard, but I do understand that I am your friend Eridia, I will not let you destroy yourself even if it means becoming the bad guy and ruining everything. I will destroy everything you hold dear if it means keeping you from hurting yourself, don't test me Eridia," he tried to contain his shaking as he spoke. The shiver of an emotional rush as his aggression began to die away,

"I hope... that I don't have to and that you're happy right now, I'm not... I'm not happy at all, but that should satisfy you, right?" Azrael let his hands drop to his side and he tilted his head at her. " You need to figure out what's really important and I'm just hindering that process, so consider this an annulment of our contract, from here on out I recede my oath" he brought a hand to his chest " If you need me, i will be there, I will always be there for you as your friend, I only want what's best for you, But... I think this is goodbye"

"AM I THE ONLY ONE SANE RIGHT NOW? CAN'T YOU ******** SEE SHE'S LYING?" Eridia screamed to the top of her lungs. Her eyes couldn't focus on Azrael properly, it could be a side effect for the duct she sniffed. "THEY MUST'VE SENT HER TOWARDS ME TO PUT ME IN SUCH STATE, THEY WANT TO SEE ME LIKE THIS. HOW CAN YOU BE SO INSENSIBLE! HOW CAN YOU JUST--" The words weren't coming out right, Eridia's mind was clouded. Too much information, too much feelings and stuff that shouldn't be in there. Azrael didn't understand Gerard became a role model in her life. Sure they only spoke throughout the evening, sure if he was still living he wouldn't remember her the next night but, that moment when they exchanged words a few words something lit up-- something that had never lighten up before. Gerard told her she would shine under his wing, he even blessed her black blood pusher and called her an Odiumstress. He seemed sane, he saw something positive in her, and seemed someone who shared the same ideals. He increased the passion she had in life. Why did he had to be killed? It was hard for her to admit. Even if she didn't give him everything she had to offer, it still hurt.

Another mistake was made and she couldn't admit it. Her hands held the pieces of her over-damaged pump biscuit close to her. Her mind was foggy enough to make her see her own blood in the shards. She couldn't fight Azrael and whatever she had in her system.

"I HATE LIES I HATE THEM, I HATE THEM, I. HATE. THEM." Gerard's death became a damn tornado and destroyed everything she swore she would always treasure. He slowly but surely poison everything within the child, as his lips dripped with nothing but words, words that turned into lies once he was terminated. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS EXPECTING SO SHUT UP! I DIDN'T WANT A ROMANTIC MOVIE OR ANYTHING! SEE HOW ******** WRONG YOU ARE ABOUT ME MORTIS?" He told her he wanted to see her at his parties once she grew. The problem wasn't the death itself but that it screwed up the mental picture in her head, how things were supposed to be. She did pick up he was frustrated about her not replying to any of his letters, she knew it was the cause which they had corrupted him. Heh, so he did felt something. Her eyes were wide and her fists were clenched. Pain washed all over her and just like once before, she loved the feeling. What she didn't like was the emotional suffering she was going through. Normal wounds healed, yet those dwelling in your conscious and subconscious didn't.

Eridia bitterly laughed once the other compared his strength with hers. Who did he thought he was? "HA! IF I FOUGHT AGAINST LEEROI I CAN VERY WELL FIGHT AGAINST YOU. Y-YOU--" The words slowly strangled her and instinctively her hand went up her neck. For once she was silent while he continued with his statements yet her clouded obsession still took the best of her. He was going to take away the things she cherished, he didn't have the guts did he?

Once the blueblood threatened her and broke the contract, a sudden pain on her chest made her screech. Why was this pain so great? Why would he keep defending that greenblood? Couldn't he see what she did to her? She was emotionally immature, she should have let go of him early and always remembering him as he was, rather than hanging on and letting things develop and blossom and then eventually decay. But instead of lessening, the emotional fury, originally propagated by the truth, increased and ever since, its votaries have been subject, above everyone, to this form of madness.

This all drenched her in such madness-- the dust was deteriorating her mind. All rational considerations were forgotten. It was goodbye after all, but with the opposing party winning. She had to do something, open up the wound a little more. Lovedad told her how trolls are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. How they talk about the greatness of pity and how that and building bonds with others help you grow. But that was all bullshit. That all hurts. Feelings are very disturbing and every once in a while we are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they all deal with pity if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. Eridia straightened herself, that made things clear. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you.

Your own reality.

“You… will regret this…” The high blood mumbled. Her semblance slowly changed. If he dared to ruin the things she loved, then she would do the same to Azrael. “I hope next time you see me, you remember every memory of me rushes to your mind at once like a dam that has been destroyed. Every flutter of your stomach and every time I’ve ever made you feel something takes control of your thoughts and making you realize that you never actually wanted to leave me behind.” She looked down on him, like the low blood he was. It was clear to her now, the more attached you are, the most likely things would go haywire.

It was sad, rage and ire reflected through her eyes so sharp they see through the other idiocy. Lovedad watched her cautiously from behind, surprised that she stopped straining her voice. The aura around her changed, something in her changed. The ugliness, that hid in her bloodpusher the moment she first approached the adult, turned Eridia inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in her bitterness and she gladly courted it. It was standing outside, and she invited it in. The anger she never thought that existed in her also was reflected in her new semblance. Like flowing water; there's nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow. Hate was like stagnant water; anger that denied herself the freedom to feel, the freedom to flow; water that she gathered in one place and left to forget. Stagnant water becomes dirty, stinky, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that was her hate. Feel anger, allow its waters to flow. The 'pieces' of her bloodpusher were on the ground, where they belonged. They were all to be damned in a world filled with bitter lies and ugly truths.

"Aconan suuure got a new pal." Instead of a scowl on her face, now dwelt a sophisticated smile. "Too bad I'll get my hands on her... downing her would be nice..." She chuckled.

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Ahh, yes... He's one of them....

“As for you...." Her eyes locked with his. "I will not try to convince you to love me, to respect me, to commit to me. I deserve better than that; I AM BETTER THAN THAT..." She bitterly laughed, malice was all over her tone. "Goodbye.” She said and once she saw a familiar shade of green...

"Hey Aconaaaan." She smiled rather mischievously, knowing she wanted to mess up someone he considered a friend. "May I speak to you for a second?"

Lorata had known it wouldn't be as easy as that. A troll like Chiara wouldn't be able to learn their place until it was shown to them, right? But she could still barely believe it when the blueblood stepped up on the ladder and lifted her voice, not in any real apology but instead in pure insult. 'I don't think you're up to snuff.' As if she had any right to judge a seadweller. As if she could just say something like that and then climb away! Fists clenching, Lorata let out a breath in a quiet hiss and then raised her own voice in a shrill demand.

"MeduMa!" There was a splash as the lusus lifted suddenly from the water, a sharp and echoed hiss the only warning before fangs caught on the fabric of Chiara's dress. A full bite would have been easy, a quick death, but Lorata's wishes had been clear. Instead the lusus pulled, tugging the blueblood from whatever safety she'd thought the ladder offered, and surged back beneath the waves with her in tow.

The seadweller followed them down, floating just far enough away that she was in no danger of being hit by any potential flailing but just close enough that Chiara would be aware that she was watching. She stayed there for the first little bit, eyes narrowed judgmentally, and then offered a mocking little smile once she was sure it was really getting difficult for her enemy. "Ahh, it's really not long at all, is it? How useless."

After that, she twisted in the water and swam for the ladder. She'd gotten her way and Chiara had gotten her lesson, she was done with it. MeduMa held on a little longer regardless, and in the end it wasn't until Lorata had nearly reached the top that she released the blueblood to follow. Chiara was left to find her own way to the surface and out.

Crisp, clean air.

Finally.

Disorientated, whether from lack of oxygen or pure elation for a final exit, Elidae stumbled out of the hive behind Eostre, Tamiya, and Kursha, Sarcel right behind her. Immediately, there was a desperate gasp for breath, for clean air. Following, she covered her mouth, heaving coughs deep within her chest, coughing up the smoke plaguing her lungs. Behind watery eyes, she gazed out onto the lawnring, finding a multitude of trolls, familiar and strange. In a short distance, she could spot Azrael, though he looked to be severely upset with the purpleblood donning orange. In their presence, the peach, Aconan, and Hemera. Ah, she made it out. She would have to thank Azrael later. Turning to gaze up at the once magnificent hive, it now billowed with smoke, the flickering flames and cast shadows reflecting in the young troll's eyes. She stood there, motionless for a moment.

She needed time to really breathe.

Without a glance back, the yellowblood quietly drifted apart from everyone else, hoping to go unnoticed. Reaching the other end of the lawnring, she gazed out over the ledge to the glittering ocean, cradling herself in her own arms. Slow, deliberate breathes. She closed her eyes, trying to stand firm. It was then she became aware of her prolonged exhaustion, every piece of her ached both physically and emotionally. Her eyes stung when she fluttered her eyelids open. Bringing herself in closer, her fingers curled around her chest. How could she have kept this up? Adrenaline? Anxiety? Denial? The crash was nearing. It was over. The terror was finally over, yet so was her patience with resuming her facade. Elidae began to collapse.

Tigwyn Ioyana. No one had yet to confirm to her of his passing, but Elidae had been stripped of her naivety in the matters of death real quick with recent events. From the poisoned seadweller, to witnessing the bloody death of Schrad, to the clown's body lingering in the burning hive. Tigwyn could now be added to the tally. The blood splatters, the shattered window, the transparent lack of a body. Oh, yes. He was gone. The stab in Elidae's chest came swift with the comprehension. She knew all along, but it still came as a shock to her. At the start of the night, when all she had to worry about was how her shoes shined and if her bow aligned center, she approached him without a care in the world. Gifting him a flower she found in the gardens outside the hive with a kittenish flair, it was all for fun. And then, in the library, asking him questions. The Central Hivestem. His psionic powers bursting brightly in the middle of the block. Truly, she felt inspired by him, the only one of the adults who stayed behind to guide those in need of help. That was what she wanted to be like. He was her inspiration. He was... he was special.

Suddenly, the shrill screaming of Eridia rang clear as moonlight, shattering Elidae to her very core. Her once subdued anger flared. Tigwyn's life in exchange for what? A pathetically repugnant display of entitlement. Ungrateful. Disrespectful. Useless. Only telling her things she did not want to hear. Unfamiliar, a feeling of hate began to boil within her veins like molten gold. Why did it have to be Tigwyn. She wished the blood that spilled was not orange, but purple.

A pause.

Elidae flinched, then released a pathetic sob, bringing her hands up to her face as if hiding in shame. A familiar prickling sensation appeared at the corner of her eyes, the warmth trickling down her cheeks. How awful. How could she go down such a line of thought? It wasn't Eridia's fault. It wasn't Eridia's fault! Awassi shot the bullet, the bullet meant for Eridia. And yet, was this how she really felt? Blaming her for Tigwyn's death? She wanted to scream. Scream, kick, bite, thrash around. So many lives were lost and endangered. And for what? She didn't even know.

The pain. The frustration. The uncertainty. The incompetence. The feeling of being a burden. Was that all she was? She put so much effort into concealing, even admitting to how inept she felt all night, hiding it away with smiles to others and herself. Gritting her teeth, she strained a piercing noise erupting from her throat, fingers stiffening at her sides.

Ultimately, she turned to face the hive, standing there in silence within her own thoughts, tears streaming down her face. It was almost satirical, how the entire night she spent terrified of the darkness, struggling to cope with the constant, haunting fear, only for the entire place to be lit up, burning bright into the night sky. Mocking her. If you don't like the dark, just burn it all away. Let the remains char and crumble to ash. As the flames licked and flourished, smoke consuming the stars, things she hadn't ever wanted to come to terms with illuminated. Elidae became aware.

She was in the dark all along.

Slowly, her body relaxed, arms hanging limply at her sides. Her labored breathing steadied, now becoming more natural, aside from a hiccup or two. Now what?

You're stronger than this, Elidae. Stronger. Persevere.

It took a moment, but she shifted in her position. Standing straighter, She shed off her gloves and tossing them to the ground. Her little hands balled into fists. Then she released the grip, flexing her fingers and looking down. Rich purple stained her hands, seeping into her skin, into every crevice and wrinkle on her fingers and palms, beneath her nails. She looked up, resolved.

Time to pull yourself together.

While everyone fell apart, she needed to suppress her own fears, repress her personal woes. Bury it under the ashes. She couldn't be afraid. Even when others left immediately to get out of the burning hive, Elidae's prompt response was to stay back, to help the wounded. It was a split second decision, one she desired wholeheartedly to make. But why? Questioning her own intentions, she came to the conclusion that risking her own life felt more honorable. While Elidae knew she did not do much, only somewhat helped with the bleeding and followed orders, she felt relieved that the blood that soiled her hands was from not an act of violence, but... from helping. Being useful. She only but solely followed directions, yet still felt like maybe... maybe she made a difference. Maybe even such a minor act could unravel good in a situation? 'Gleepixie' was what Tamiya had referred her to, Elidae actually couldn't help but to giggle at the thought. Of course, Miss Aiguma had other plans when she smothered her wounds with salt in a cringe-worthily display of insanity. Or was is strength? Elidae was not sure which; perhaps both, as she had never seen such a painful act in her life. Truly... admirable? And Eostre, beautiful Eostre. Both who took a shot, both with incredible strength and the will to help each other. And then Kursha.

Her eyes shifted to the specific greenblood across the lawnring. So many words she wanted to say to him, so many questions she desired to ask, but never really found the opportunity. Or rather, she could not allow herself to take it even if she could. After the extermination mission, once she found herself back at hive, she spent many days awake in her recuperacoon, wondering if... wondering if he made it out alive. During the nights, she assured herself he did, and he himself told her he would be fine. There was no room for negative assumptions, no doubts. But once she was alone to her thoughts, she reverted to questions that consumed her think pan. What if he wasn't fine? What if he had gotten hurt? What if he... Then, earlier, when she finally saw him, alive and well, she felt drawn. Maybe her ribbon protected him.

Sentimental... was she sentimental? She couldn't deny the curiosity and pang of concern she felt for him, even when she only skimmed the surface of who he was, who he truly was. Even in his display of aggressive behavior, she felt complicated. If she had not gone to Tamiya to help her bleeding, she questioned if she would have stopped him from harming Psykgi. However, part of her believed the redblood deserved it for mouthing off to a superior, disregarding the circumstances. But seeing him that kind of aggressive light was strange. Nonetheless, back when the night's agenda was but only to find the murderer of the seadweller, she felt defensive of him, protective, even becoming uncharacteristically enraged by another child. It was almost silly. But true. Did she believe it was fate that their paths had crossed, only to return once again this very night? Or was it just mere coincidence? Elidae's pumpbiscuit tightened. Did it even matter? He held her hand when she was afraid, held them when she needed guidance. Now, she felt a sense of... friendship. She couldn't let him go so easily as last time.

Then there was Sarcel. A brand new face, a new energy appearing suddenly in the chaos. Really, Elidae had only known the blueblood for an extremely short period of time, but there was such an overwhelming emotion of gratitude. Sarcel took her hand and guided her. Like Tigwyn, that was the kind of troll she wanted to be. Like Kursha, she couldn't let this feeling go. Forging a bond, a genuine friendship, with another troll was still a foreign concept to Elidae, but she couldn't deny the sudden warmth and comfort filling her chest when thinking about those she wanted to grow close with. Ah, but how?

Unexpectedly, a sudden flurry of wings came at her, chattering loudly, tearing Elidae away from her thoughts. Ladydad?! A wave of guilt washed over her. The entire night, she focused on herself and the events, not noticing her lusus to be gone. Bewildered, she gaped at him as he flew around her in circles, distraught. "Wh-what do you mean you got locked out and then lost?" Elidae sighed heavily, but accepted her lusus' embrace, trying to force a smile. She gave a wave of her hand when he practically screamed about the burning hive, questioning if she was alright. "Heheh, I'm fine, I'm fine!" That was a blatant lie, of course, but she couldn't give her lusus something else to fret about. She was lying so much to him lately...

With her lusus latched to her back, Elidae casually trudged back to where most other trolls situated. She meant to find Kursha, but Sarcel came to her sights first. Ah, she needed to thank her. A little uncertain, she approached the blueblood after patting her face lightly to rid herself of any unnatural stiffness.

"Sarcel!" Elidae greeted as cheerfully as she could, though faint grief dampened her tone. The yellowblood hesitated. A deep breath. "I wanted to thank you." At first she struggled, but eventually Elidae offered a simple smile. "You helped me and kept me safe when the night took a turn to the worst, even when... you didn't have to. You stuck with me. For a little while. I cannot thank you enough. I am eternally grateful. I-I-I- If you ever need anything, anything at all, please call on me." She bowed her head out of respect and humility.


Melanchol1es
Elidae's conversation with Sarcel continues here! (will link when prp thread is put up)

Post was filled on 11/6/15

Psykgi walked out of the burning hive, unusually quiet, keeping her eyes straight ahead and one hand on her moirail as she stepped onto the rain-soaked grass. She paused to hand Leeroi a goodie bag from the slightly trampled pile before taking one for herself. She took a moment to look around at the lawnring around them, the interactions between trolls, that blueblood talking to Elidae, some sort of commotion from the water... ”Lets go to my hive, Leeroi.” she said, squinting at the bossy blueblood teenager before looking at him, ”I think we're done here...”

Azrael frowned, was this hysteria or was this something else? Was she always this paranoid? Yeah, he was wrong, but he had only wanted to shock her enough that he could drag her out of the mansion. She could scream at him all she wanted, he knew that without a doubt in his little pumpbuscuit that he had done the right thing in not letting her parish or hurt herself. However, he would not let her take her irrational emotions harm someone else who had just been trying to help her. Frustrating, for sure she was one of the most frustrating trolls he'd ever chanced to meet. When she rounded on Hemera and Aconan Azrael acted swiftly, grabbing her harshly by the shoulder. She wasn't a fighter, but that didn't mean she wouldn't do some damage to the two lower bloods.

"Calm down Eridia, don't do something you'll regret later" He said as calm as he could manage under the circumstances. Eventually he put himself between Eridia, Hemera and Aconan. He stared at her defiantly, ready to defend the girls against his former best friend. At about this time, a warning growl came from scarfettle. After his experience with the purpleblood in the swamp, Scarfettle was not having another attempt at his Charge's life, no. With a hiss the tiny dragon spit in the eyes of the purple child and then let out a tiny roaring noise. "SCARFETTLE!" Azrael shouted more reflexively than actually scolding the creature, maybe the temporary blinding effects of his lusus saliva would stop her.

Eridia shook her head and look down on Hemera with a smirk plastered on her face. Everyone she knew.... Were they all part of their plans? Were Leeroi and Psygki watching their scheme unfold? Surely they were savouring it. They were watching somewhere..... She could feel their horrid presence somewhere. No matter, she was getting out of this one way or another, yet she would be victorious. For Gerard's grace she'd win this.

"Funny how this affair doesn't concern you." She said bitterly at the tealblood and as she was about to push the other out of the way, Azrael grabbed her shoulder harshly. She slapped his hand away out of anger and instinct, screaming: "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Her breath quickened as she looked at the two lowbloods that were defending that wretched greenblood. Then a low growl was heard and something got into her eyes. The child yelped, rubbed her eyes and took a few steps back. The more she rubbed her eyes, the darker her vision got until she couldn't see anyone anymore. She could still hear them retaliate.

Scarfettle sure held a grudge, she didn't hurt the blueblood much last time. When Aconan finally spoke up, her bloodpusher began to wither and wrung slowly. What was she implying? That the rumor was true? A rumor died when it hit a wise troll's ears, there must have been a mistake.

Even if she was blind, she was going to defend him. It didn't matter if she got hurt.

"A-anyone," She started. "Could've stuff another body... You said it yourself, you just saw an arm. His gloves were exchanged, so maybe his clothes were as well! Can't you stop--" Who knew her mask would wither faster with the help of the substance? Her eyes began to sting a bit, and that was when she threw away the last amount of reason she had. Eridia yelled and lunged forward, and make sure her hits landed somewhere. She kicked, screamed, slapped randomly with no order, no logic, she gave up all the restraint she had just to make them suffer.

Lovedad had been watching Chiara and Lorata with the widest smile. It was good to see a troll with common sense, someone who could see that blueblood was nothing but trouble. He would've resumed watching yet he heard Scarfettle's little roar. Was that a challenge? He swooped down towards the group of children 'seizing' his charge and straightened himself, looking taller, darker....

Menacing....

He squawked and Eridia froze, tears were streaming down her cheeks as she squawked back weakly. They were communicating, and only those with a certain avian breed could understand. Once she stopped sobbing out her words, Lovedad frowned, looking at the children with disdain, and a hatred that surpassed his charge's. She couldn't see... that drew the line. How dare them!

Ever wonder were she got her habits from?

I supposed you would all expect an apology from my behalf. You would even like to know what she has gone through. What has made her into this... But why waste my words with the uncultured, the unrefined? Your bandy words have altered my child's behavior and the wisest, most sensible thing is to take her back. The avian lusus had a whole speech but sadly it came out more like:

"Hi lowbloods." He whistled and used his talon as a microphone. "I hate you." He squawked and flapped his wings. "Rot-in-a-hole twats, rot-in-a-hole." Those were the phrases he heard his charge repeat relentlessly and he was willing to say them all, just so they knew he meant business. Lovedad bended down to look at her lovingly, his poor child was suffering and they were responsible for that. It was a shame his message wasn't as elaborate but surely it was going through their simple minds.

"Don't-take-me-to-rehab father! Lock-me-up! Lock-me-up-please." It was true that Eridia preferred being locked up in the room, rather than going to the rehabilitation center the last time and he tried explaining that to them. "Be-good! I'll-be-good!" The lusus pushed her behind him and whispered some reassurances to her. "Good-girl!" He said and gave her a little kiss to stop her from crying.

His head turned back to look at them without the need of moving his body and clicked his tongue a few times again, whistling at them with a menacing look. Another squawk and another and another as he glanced at his blind child. Never open the door to a lesser evil, for other and greater ones invariably slink in after it. He tried to say, yet it came off as:

"LOVEDAD'S-OUT-FOR-BLOOD."

Lovedad screeched, making sure it was loud enough to distract them and the lusii. His body twisted as he forced his way to Azrael and Scarfettle, making sure he had the little dragon right where he wanted. He wanted to crush him and his little toxin sack on his throat. He slammed his tails on Azrael, picked the lusus up with his beak and began making pressure on his body. There was a cracking sound in the air, but he couldn't just focus on one thing. While he was doing so, Lovedad hit Hemera, Aconan and their lusii with his whip-like tails, to get them away. This wasn't their affair, at all.