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Lucind turned around but didn't walk over to that pale version of Vahn. Instead, she just fixed his eyes, looking as if nothing she saw here touched her in any way.

"He is playing. So...you're allowed to be the guard here now?"

She shot a quick glance back over her shoulder.

"Why's he scared?"

"Nice lesson," Lucind simply commented.

"So you also know perfectly well what position someone reigned by his Id has in society, what effects his action can have...or always have.

You don't think we're gonna let him wake up in this state, do you?"

While talking, the Half-Siren's mental projection extended her invisible aura, like antennas, trying to reach the other Vahn on the horse, carefully, like you approached a scared child when you want to comfort it.

This was, so to say, the Sirens' real world, and only here their full psionic potential unfolded. Words and will could be as powerful as vocal attacks and the use of a weapon in reality - all depending on the strength of the victim or the patient, of course.

"Chaaaa-- but you ladies aren't going to make that easy for me, are you?"

Grinning, he raised a hand and pressed it to his forehead, fingers running a bit through his hair as he chortled.

"Jeez, I mean honestly... what difference would it make? This world barely remembers the body and face, you'll all die way before I start to actually age and begin to detioriate. This is going to happen at some point.

It just so happens that its gonna be now."

Staring down from his iced over throne, the Other smiled languidly. "I mean honestly... how many more times does my raggedy a** 'master' have to lose and come near death for someone to get up and do something about it! I'm the one that should be out there! I'm the one that remains a Drakkar and Murmillion at heart!"

From the Owle moving through the battlefield, Lucind would actually get a response in words, meant to reach her ears alone.

I'm fine. I'm sorry that I left the snakes over there near you, but I don't think they'll hurt you.

This probably wouldn't make that much sense to Lucind, since the only snakes visible were the ones moving away from the Siren, with the Owle on the battlefield.

Things might become clearer as the Owle on the steps turned to Lucind, pausing for a moment to glare at her. For a moment the skin of Owle's arms seemed to writh and bubble; a flash of gold here, a black eye there, a hint of sharp fangs...Unlike before, when the snakes had seemed to simply pass through Owle into the outside world, these seemed to consume the Owle-shape as they were given life.

No.

Why not?

The battlefield Owle struggled to think of a reason, one that the other Owle would accept. 'Because she's helping' wasn't good enough, that meant nothing. 'Because it's wrong to attack someone who saved you' didn't mean a damn thing either.

She had faith in us.

It was something warm, something that spoke of a connection deeper than mere circumstance. It was something they could feel.

The Owle on the steps turned away from Lucind, her features returning to normal.

"If there isn't a way and you're just growing stronger - I'll kill this man."

"I won't let that happen."

A simple statement of fact, as the Owle on the steps resumed her climb towards the Other. What she would do once she got there, well...she'd be waiting for a reaction, first.

In the meantime, the Owle on the battlefield breathed a sigh of relief, and continued on her way toward Vahn, the snakes around her guarding her from any damage the ice or the fighting men tried to do her. Once she reached the Vahn she thought she knew, if he wasn't trying to run away from her or anything, she would simply try to get his attention.

"Hey. We need to talk."

If her human side had been 'on top' at the moment, Lucind surely had countered with some sarcastic comment, mocking his drive for personal prestige. So she just went on:

"This isn't about 'real' or 'fake'. You, too, have a right to be here. But it's my job to bring a bit balance into this mess."

Mentioning Vahn's mother made her recall what the man had told her about his bloodline...but also those scenes the boy Ezekiel had shared with her: the slain woman, Draeger's woman, the 'witch' Emperor Fah had used for his purpose... But still Lucind only had a vague idea how everything had led to giving Vahn's Id, the side of the persona which represented pure instinct, inherited 'knowledge' of the ages, a life of its own.

However, the Half-Siren was pretty sure her methods had given the Other a chance to jump into action, thus she now intended to cancel the effects, especially that of her vocal work - which was indeed easy.
Right after her reply to the Other, she hummed a chord, the 'key' which ended the melody's ban. Still, the effect usually took a few minutes to wear off.

Thus she sent invisible waves of her psionic willpower throughout Vahn's mind which mainly had the aim to work against the ice and thus the Other's influence, in a way of numbing him just like she had done with Vahn.
And reaching the man's Ego, so to speak, to give it the possibility to resume its work as a mediator between the other two instances: by bringing in memories of Sunstrike, no special memories, merely the image of him, she hoped to deliver a push strong enough for Vahn to gain back power over himself...even if it only was meant to be temporary.

The waves Lucind sent weren't aggressive at the beginning, yet impossible to ignore. And depending on the Other's resistance she would slowly increase the pressure.

"I've been finally given the ability to strike back. And I will use it."

Even if he was being forced to divide his attention nearly threeways, it was still, as he had said "his" world.

Remaining lounged where he was, the ground around Lucind erupted into jabbing shards of ice, which aimed to encase and restrict her movement as well as her body.

"Think of me as his better half. His rage, his pride, his selfish ways, they give me form and substance!" Yellowed eyes widened, even as the blackness surrounding them seemed to bleed out a bit. "His anger only serves to feed me--- I did not weave myself out of nothing! I am Vahn!"

He finally began rising, even as Owle came swooping towards him. "All that is his... is rightfully mine! And mine... it will be."

He sweeped down with his left arm, bringing down what appeared to be a giant column of frozen ice along with it, to smash into Owle.

Shaking his head rufeslly, the boy gripped the reigns of his horse only harder, trying to keep the animal still. "No-- the ice is here to help. It always come to me when I need it!"

I'll try, the Owle on the battlefield sent back to Lucind's first request. She was staring up at Vahn and sighing to herself. So much for doing this the easy way...

So she changed tactics, and jumped upward to land, seated behind Vahn on his horse. In the physical world she could never have done such a thing, even with the aid of her feeble wings. But this was the astral, this was her place of power, and here, she got to be a badass for a change.

She clasped her arms around Vahn's waist, leaning her head against his back...just as she had when he'd taken her on board his bike. Hoping, just hoping, it would dredge up some memory.

"You selfish little brat."

Not exactly words of encouragement, but Owle was doing what she could. "How can you just hide here, playing, while your loved ones need you? What do you think is going to happen to me if you wake up like this, with him in control? What do you think is going to happen to..." She swallowed, closing her eyes. It hurt so very much to say this, to admit that someone else held a higher place in Vahn's heart than she did, and to use that to encourage him. "...Sun, if you just stay here? He's lost his memory, Vahn, do you know how empty that feels? No one to love you...nothing to live for...no friends, no family, no home. It's an aimless, purposeless existence I wouldn't wish on anyone. But you could find him...you could lead him home. No one wants you to just fade away here, least of all he and I."

Even while she spoke, she was trying to do as Lucind asked her...using her snakes to lead the horse in the direction the Other was in. They would n** at the horse's heels to get it moving, and rise up in its face whenever it went in the wrong direction, leaving it only one way to move: the way Owle wanted it to go.

In the meanwhile, the Owle flying towards the Other burst. One moment it was Owle, the next it was an explosion of golden snakes, falling down from the sky towards the Other. The column of ice was not dodged completely; it caught 10 of the 100 snakes who were not fast enough to move out of the way, eventually crushing them beneath it when it landed. They screamed as they died, and Owle got a slight headache, but the rest of the snakes seemed unaffected.

Fix him? the ninety snakes that were now swarming towards the Other echoed to Lucind, and only to Lucind. Like trying to perform surgery with a hacksaw. Just what do you think fixing him is? We don't know...that's why we want him to fix himself, as we did.

They noticed the shape of Lucind's shield, and approved. Owle, too preoccupied with Vahn, did not.

These snakes would land, and slither swiftly towards the Other, winding their way around him if they could reach him. They were not hurting him, no...their touch would feel almost like a lover's caress.

"But you are still only half," the snakes taunted him, still speaking in unison despite no longer being united. "Half a man, half a Vahn, without the other to make you whole.

Nothing means anything unless you are whole, you will always be half-empty, unfulfilled."

The Other might be able to tell that they were made out of much the same stuff he was woven from. The darker emotions, Owle's anger, her greed, and, at the moment...her lust. If they were allowed to, they would seek to continue winding their way upward...and under his clothing if at all possible.