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Oki rose an eyebrow in question... "Is this the right room? I'm suppose to be at room... 4BB.." She turned and looked towards the door making sure she was in the right room, and looky there, she was. "Uh, guess I am... didn't think I'd be getting a dude as a roomie..." Her sentence trailed off as she dropped her duffel bag down and sat on her bed, away from the vines. She looked at how they encircled everything on his side of the room and carefully made sure they were not being pulled too tight. She then looked at the boy, his skin a green shade. Curious... She thought.
"You're not going to sexually assault me, are you? Cause I could probably kick your ass if need be." She asked with a smirk and slight question. She didn't really want to room with a guy, they generally creeped her out. Often staring at her chest or making sexist comment, it kind of sickened her.
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Oki rose an eyebrow in question... "Is this the right room? I'm suppose to be at room... 4BB.." She turned and looked towards the door making sure she was in the right room, and looky there, she was. "Uh, guess I am... didn't think I'd be getting a dude as a roomie..." Her sentence trailed off as she dropped her duffel bag down and sat on her bed, away from the vines. She looked at how they encircled everything on his side of the room and carefully made sure they were not being pulled too tight. She then looked at the boy, his skin a green shade. Curious... She thought.
"You're not going to sexually assault me, are you? Cause I could probably kick your ass if need be." She asked with a smirk and slight question. She didn't really want to room with a guy, they generally creeped her out. Often staring at her chest or making sexist comment, it kind of sickened her.
(9Would you like for me to create another chara? I can do so. ))
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The big horns curve more around the back of his head and end near his ears. And doesn't have the skeletal hands. Wears boots, a t-shirt, and pants.
Oh joy, these freaks thought they could reform him. He had laughed when he heard them say it. It seemed like such a stupid thing to do. They being idiots though, were serious. As Beal had thought about it more, he decided it might not be such a terrible idea to stick him with so many other....people. If he managed to get free, he could have a lot of fun, probably. They didn't know what he was. It had taken four wizards to slow him down, and another four to figure out what would work to restrain him and how to control him. Beal smirked at the memory. Their faces, how they had feared him. How invigorating the aroma.
The vehicle slowed down. Even though he couldn't see, he could tell this was the place. One of the magician escorts approached him, and started extending his hand to release the magical links that held him bound to the bus. Well, it was more like a take than anything. Beal snarled and snapped his teeth making the magician flinch. He smile a horrific grin as the magician steeled himself as he waved a hand over the chains. The links detached from the extremely dense manacles at his wrists and ankles and the band around his waist that was like a belt. Another magician...no it was one of the wizards. He pushed the magician aside. "Get up" he said to Beal. The young man didn't move. The wizard raised a short scepter with a small green orb on the top. Green fog filled the orb, and in response scrawling lines of glyphs that crisscrossed his body under his clothes shined green.
Beal's body jerked and he growled like a beast, his body sliding out of the seat and walking out of the truck. His body marched him into the school with the wizard and magician following behind. Even though his were covered by a metal visor, he did not need the wizard to guide him. He just couldn't be trusted. The wizard trudged him to the dean's office and they had to wait as the dean was talking to another student. While they waited, Beal could detect the curiosity of the other students, but he detected more fear than anything. It was nice to know some portion of his aura still affected people.
Now it was their turn. The wizard forced him into a seat and explained the measures they used to keep him in check, with which Beal was all too aware. The younger magician inquired "Why keep this guy around if he was so dangerous?" The wizard responded "Because he'd be a great asset if he followed a good cause. That and he's hard to destroy."
Due to Beal's daunting resistance to many things, including magic, the wizard informed the dean that the glyphs on Beal's body required charging every sunset. Lastly the wizard went all the way across the room to hand the scepter to the dean, pointedly keeping the scepter out of Beal's reach. The magician and wizard wished the dean luck and showed themselves out. The dean took the scepter and slid it into the special container that they had sent ahead, which was like an automated control system and terminal to view Beal at all times.
Finally, Beal was dismissed. "Thanks, dean. See you at sunset." He took the key to the room assigned specially to him. Even though he could maneuver without his eyes, he couldn't read instructions written on paper. So the dean guided him there via the scepter to the first floor of the basement. On the way there, he could already hear the murmuring about him from other students.
(Apologies for the long post.)
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a little girl named jessie was walking the hall she had already been set up and well was bored out of her mind they had told her to take the time to look around but she got lost way to easy and now had no idea where she was and with the lack of light she figured somewhere in the basement "oh no i wonder how little old me is going to get home daddy must be worried sick about me." She laughed she knew that her father was killed by her own hands and well she just wanted to find a way to escape and get her revenge on the humans that sent her here. Little did the human know she was a fallen angel. She began to skip around the basement trying to find the stairs "oh mister stairs come out and play im alittle lonley."
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Beal found the stairs without incident. The only person who addressed him was a hall monitor, who was stubbornly without fear until he smiled at her, sending her heart racing as it was touched by a primordial fear she couldn't explain. He informed her that there was a special arrangement with the dean. She observed the heavy manacles on his wrists and ankles and stepped out of his way. Beal smiled at her, turning his head to where she was which unnerved the poor girl because the visor seemed to do nothing to protect her from him knowing where she was.
As he stepped down the stairs his boots made slight echoes across the dimly lit basement. He breathed in deeply through his nose, the place was slightly musty and smelled like saw-dust. There was another odor he detected, he stopped moving and sniffed a couple more times. It smelled like female, and like something else too. Hmm. He continued on, the steps stopped at a wall but after a second he turned left and continued down the steps he detected there. As he thought, the girl was down here. He flexed his muscles, feeling the pressure of the mystical bonds against his body.
Beal continued walking, letting his boots echo quietly through the basement. He followed the scent and prowled closer to it. She came into his "view" and he could tell she wasn't human. He didn't know exactly what she was, but he was sure it wouldn't be a problem. "Say, what's a morsel like you doing down here a lair like this?"
As he stepped down the stairs his boots made slight echoes across the dimly lit basement. He breathed in deeply through his nose, the place was slightly musty and smelled like saw-dust. There was another odor he detected, he stopped moving and sniffed a couple more times. It smelled like female, and like something else too. Hmm. He continued on, the steps stopped at a wall but after a second he turned left and continued down the steps he detected there. As he thought, the girl was down here. He flexed his muscles, feeling the pressure of the mystical bonds against his body.
Beal continued walking, letting his boots echo quietly through the basement. He followed the scent and prowled closer to it. She came into his "view" and he could tell she wasn't human. He didn't know exactly what she was, but he was sure it wouldn't be a problem. "Say, what's a morsel like you doing down here a lair like this?"
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Jessie was still trying to find the stairs when she heard someone talk to her and she looked at him with a confused look she had no idea why he was wearing the visor in a basement it was not bright enough to wear shades "i got bored and somehow got lost and why do you call it a lair oh oh oh let me guess their is a princess trapped in here but hey why are you down here it doesnt look like you get lost easily." She looked at him and then just asked because it was bugging her "so why you got shades on i mean it is rather dark in here." She walked up to him she could tell he was strong but he had no idea who he was talking to, while she was walking up to him she let out some of the power she had hidden out so that he could tell she was angel.
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When the girl let her powers seep out it was like some one had slanted the tiles of the shades and light streamed into his mind. It made his skin itch like the glyphs did when they touched one of his black patches of skin. She got closer to him and he started walking around her then after a minute. His boots clumped lightly against the stone floor despite the weight the irons around his wrists and ankles, plus the band of metal around his waist. Breathing in through his nose, he committed the smell to memory, now that he knew what she was. He noted her confidence and in spite of it he let the aura of fear around him work on her, what little of it there was outside his bonds.
After the wizards had managed to restrain him he overheard them mention he looked like a muted swirling black mass, as if he wasn't really there. It had taken them more than one attempt with their wizard sight to realize that it was him they were looking at and not some inanimate object.
Deciding to answer the girl he let the words "The visor keeps me blinded and protects people" roll out of his mouth like molasses as he continued walking around her until he paused to gesture around at the basement he couldn't see. "This....mildew encrusted dungeon is where my room is, little bird." He could have shown her the note he had within his hooded sweatshirt but it didn't matter to him if she believed his words or not.
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After the wizards had managed to restrain him he overheard them mention he looked like a muted swirling black mass, as if he wasn't really there. It had taken them more than one attempt with their wizard sight to realize that it was him they were looking at and not some inanimate object.
Deciding to answer the girl he let the words "The visor keeps me blinded and protects people" roll out of his mouth like molasses as he continued walking around her until he paused to gesture around at the basement he couldn't see. "This....mildew encrusted dungeon is where my room is, little bird." He could have shown her the note he had within his hooded sweatshirt but it didn't matter to him if she believed his words or not.
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Jessie giggled "well i guess their is a princess in the dungeon after all." She wanted to see if she could bug him but for some reason she was having some fun with him it was not often that she didnt have to kill to have fun "so why did they bring you here? I was brought her because i was playing to hard they said i just think the people i played with were not strong enough to stand my playing."
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Either a place was boring or scary. Neither attribute should have been connected to one place, the same location. But they were. The school was terrifying, and usually terror overrode any other emotion, including a sense of boredom, but this place was different. Was it the fact that she knew she would be locked up here that made it so boring? After all, being locked up was the epitome of boredom and dullness; this she knew well from experience. She had an idea concerning those conflicting emotions... Perhaps being locked up was the boring bit, but being locked up with others, with others of significant power, made her vulnerable. Made her scared. Made her want to kill those that made her fear, take their power and kill them with it. Before they killed her first.
Killing was wrong. Killing was bad. She knew this, but terror after terror produced murder after a murder, a simple formula that no one seemed to understand. They assumed that because she could kill so quickly, so silently, that she was cold-blooded and nothing more than a fiendish beast, a dangerous criminal with a touch that siphoned away life. That much was true; it only took one touch. Just a purposeful brush of her lips or a tickle from her fingertips was enough to absorb and expel power, pure power, and exterminate those around her. The ones she knew would kill her if they could. They all wanted to. Everyone.
So her hands were locked into heavy round metal casings that bit into her small bones and burned her with the magic she couldn't absorb. Her mouth too was contained, hidden behind a metal mask with a flap that could lock closed on the front. It was attached to a large metal contraption similar to a neck brace, made specifically to keep her from wiggling out of it. That thing burned with magic as well.
It was torture. It was torture, but it was boring. Walking around such a dull place, but at the same time... power and life floated through the air, tendrils of light visible only to her though others could maybe sense them, all the time trying against all odds to touch and take in those tendrils. Then she would be safe. It was so frightening, and yet her only strength was locked away behind doors of metal and magic. It was cruel. Just a few strings of power... that was all she wanted, just to protect herself from evil with those strings...
Particularly... if those tendrils of power were the ones she saw glimmering in the air around a dark stairwell into the basement. Those would protect her greatly, should she find a way to absorb them. No guards had been assigned to one so easily contained as Isalien; she was free to try to gain that power.
So she did. Though her little frame shook under the grey tent of a dress she had been forced into, her fear was not visible unless one could first smell it or sense it. Like a vapor in the air, she seemed to float over to the top of the stairs and descend, all the while chanting silently 'out from darkness, into light', like her very life clung to this world by those words.
((Sorry for the length >.> I thought it was shorter than that.))
Killing was wrong. Killing was bad. She knew this, but terror after terror produced murder after a murder, a simple formula that no one seemed to understand. They assumed that because she could kill so quickly, so silently, that she was cold-blooded and nothing more than a fiendish beast, a dangerous criminal with a touch that siphoned away life. That much was true; it only took one touch. Just a purposeful brush of her lips or a tickle from her fingertips was enough to absorb and expel power, pure power, and exterminate those around her. The ones she knew would kill her if they could. They all wanted to. Everyone.
So her hands were locked into heavy round metal casings that bit into her small bones and burned her with the magic she couldn't absorb. Her mouth too was contained, hidden behind a metal mask with a flap that could lock closed on the front. It was attached to a large metal contraption similar to a neck brace, made specifically to keep her from wiggling out of it. That thing burned with magic as well.
It was torture. It was torture, but it was boring. Walking around such a dull place, but at the same time... power and life floated through the air, tendrils of light visible only to her though others could maybe sense them, all the time trying against all odds to touch and take in those tendrils. Then she would be safe. It was so frightening, and yet her only strength was locked away behind doors of metal and magic. It was cruel. Just a few strings of power... that was all she wanted, just to protect herself from evil with those strings...
Particularly... if those tendrils of power were the ones she saw glimmering in the air around a dark stairwell into the basement. Those would protect her greatly, should she find a way to absorb them. No guards had been assigned to one so easily contained as Isalien; she was free to try to gain that power.
So she did. Though her little frame shook under the grey tent of a dress she had been forced into, her fear was not visible unless one could first smell it or sense it. Like a vapor in the air, she seemed to float over to the top of the stairs and descend, all the while chanting silently 'out from darkness, into light', like her very life clung to this world by those words.
((Sorry for the length >.> I thought it was shorter than that.))
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He smiled humorlessly at the girl "No princess, just a monster" This one seemed to be amused with him. Noticing this had irked him somewhat but this was new so it intrigued him until he remembered the confidence this girl had. "Hm" what she said about other not being strong enough was something Beal was familiar with. Except mostly with him it also involved walls, doors, buildings, and various other structures. Finally he said to inquiry "I'm not fit to co-exist among the general populace. Cities I pass through seem to tear themselves apart from the inside. People and livestock tends to get eaten." He shrugged his shoulders. "An inconvenient series of coincidences that brought me here."
After he spoke his nostrils flared briefly, he thought smelled something. He couldn't be sure but it felt like some one was coming down to his humble dungeon.
(It's alright dude, it didn't seem so long.)
After he spoke his nostrils flared briefly, he thought smelled something. He couldn't be sure but it felt like some one was coming down to his humble dungeon.
(It's alright dude, it didn't seem so long.)
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Jessie's face brightened when he started talking about how he couldnt co-exist with humans "oh wow that sounds so fun i want do that someday but i am not as strong as the end bringer so i wont be able to do that." She shrugged and looked at the guy she still wanted to see him without the visor but she knew she would be yelled at and she hates being yelled at it makes her crazy but what doesnt anymore. She began to look beyond the guy to see who was going to see them "looks like we arent going to be by ourselves anymore."
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Out from darkness, into light. Out from darkness, into light.
It was wrong, what she was trying to do. If everyone else was just as disabled from using their advantages as she was, then she would be fooling and killing defenseless people. No, that was not right. They were never defenseless, and they were not people. They were monsters just like her, only scarier and more mean-spirited. She was just frightened. Wasn't she?
Hardly a sound came from her feet as she crept down the stairwell into the basement, blank eyes following the glowing strings that, as far as she knew, no one but Isalien herself could see. Down the steps she went, watching and watching and watching until finally she stood feet from the two sources of the power.
Or the one source. Every strand seemed to flicker and die around the two, but she estimated that from the flow of the tendrils that it was the lovely girl in front of her that was the source. She was not surprised. Often it was the lovely people, the lovely monsters, that possessed the darkest abilities. This particular brand of power... Isalien was familiar with it to a certain extent. She wished she was not.
Mentally wiping away useless thoughts, Isalien stared at the two. She knew she could not hide her terror, though that usually worked for her advantage. No one expected the frightened girl, without the slightest hint of an aura of power, to be dangerous or threatening. They let their guard down when they attacked her, usually. And that was when she vanquished the fiends. But first... to get her mask open was the first task.
"Hello. Could you help me?" she pleaded quietly, stepping closer to them. "They've put this mask on too tight, it's pressing against my mouth and its magic is burning me. Please open it for me."
In the event that they refused.... well, Isalien had yet to think that far ahead. It was quite a fault, not being able to plan her actions.
It was wrong, what she was trying to do. If everyone else was just as disabled from using their advantages as she was, then she would be fooling and killing defenseless people. No, that was not right. They were never defenseless, and they were not people. They were monsters just like her, only scarier and more mean-spirited. She was just frightened. Wasn't she?
Hardly a sound came from her feet as she crept down the stairwell into the basement, blank eyes following the glowing strings that, as far as she knew, no one but Isalien herself could see. Down the steps she went, watching and watching and watching until finally she stood feet from the two sources of the power.
Or the one source. Every strand seemed to flicker and die around the two, but she estimated that from the flow of the tendrils that it was the lovely girl in front of her that was the source. She was not surprised. Often it was the lovely people, the lovely monsters, that possessed the darkest abilities. This particular brand of power... Isalien was familiar with it to a certain extent. She wished she was not.
Mentally wiping away useless thoughts, Isalien stared at the two. She knew she could not hide her terror, though that usually worked for her advantage. No one expected the frightened girl, without the slightest hint of an aura of power, to be dangerous or threatening. They let their guard down when they attacked her, usually. And that was when she vanquished the fiends. But first... to get her mask open was the first task.
"Hello. Could you help me?" she pleaded quietly, stepping closer to them. "They've put this mask on too tight, it's pressing against my mouth and its magic is burning me. Please open it for me."
In the event that they refused.... well, Isalien had yet to think that far ahead. It was quite a fault, not being able to plan her actions.
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Once the other girl's feet touched the floor of the basement her steps were clear to his ears and her scent was more noticeable. Turning until his ear pointed toward her, he could hear the beating of her heart and smelled her terror. Soon he could feel the energy of her life when she got close enough and upon further inspection he noticed that the outline of her body lacked something. Her body had what looked like a void, or a vacuum just barely outlining her body. On her face and hands there was a glow, which Beal had come to learn was magic. She was similarly restrained as he was. The reason he himself was so bound was because he was a danger to others and couldn't be trusted.
He smirked as the girl asked for help on loosening her mask. She also had a certain confidence. It wasn't like the little bird-girl's, this one about her was fleeting and mingled with her fear and other emotions. In that moment he decided he didn't trust her, as if he trusted many people in the first place. As she took her last step forward he stepped back and around the first girl he had seen down here, making the movement seem as if he wanted to pace circle back around the girl like he had been.
Curious to see what would happen, Beal turned his head toward the first girl in an expectant matter leaving the decision to help, up to her.
He smirked as the girl asked for help on loosening her mask. She also had a certain confidence. It wasn't like the little bird-girl's, this one about her was fleeting and mingled with her fear and other emotions. In that moment he decided he didn't trust her, as if he trusted many people in the first place. As she took her last step forward he stepped back and around the first girl he had seen down here, making the movement seem as if he wanted to pace circle back around the girl like he had been.
Curious to see what would happen, Beal turned his head toward the first girl in an expectant matter leaving the decision to help, up to her.
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Jessie looked at the girl and giggled "nope because if someone put it on they must have had a reason and i only play with people who are less weak looking than you like him." She giggled and then turned and looked at the guy "and you that stepping thing makes you seem weaker and now i figure you will be outside playing with the animals which i have no problem with i like animals its people i dont like." She spun around so her dress would spin "well you two have fun im going to back on my journey to figure out where the stairs are and then back to the explore."
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Out from darkness, into light. Or was it out from light, into darkness?
Isalien was too shaken to remember. She could feel her heartbeat fluttering in her chest, gaining speed with her panic. What a beautiful little princess. A beautiful little monster, confident in her power. Too confident.
But Isalien could do nothing to prove that she wasn't weak, wasn't a victim, but while she wanted to be feared, she was also relieved that she was viewed as an unworthy opponent. When the day came that she removed these metal casings, she would remind herself that she had no reason to fear anything. No reason at all, not one.
The enchanted metal began to glow and hiss at the sudden output of strange, barely-perceivable energy from her hands and lips, burning her skin as a punishment for unconsciously trying to use her powers. Made to counteract the energy-attracting, sort-of magnetic pull of those body parts, the metal casings were enchanted specifically to keep her from soaking up any power through her lips and hands. But what the wizards did not understand was that a frightened creature was a creative one, and that Isalien had fooled them when they tested her to see if she could sense or see power in the air. They merely believed that she just knew who was powerful and who was not and could only absorb power by touching skin. Stupid of them to assume that.
But stupid of her to think she could find a way to get the tendrils of power to get past those metal casings... if she could just get those glowing strands... she could blast these casings off without a blink.
While all of these thoughts whirled around her head, the feel of a cornered rabbit had planted itself onto her existence. A dangerous time-bomb of a frightened rabbit.
Isalien was too shaken to remember. She could feel her heartbeat fluttering in her chest, gaining speed with her panic. What a beautiful little princess. A beautiful little monster, confident in her power. Too confident.
But Isalien could do nothing to prove that she wasn't weak, wasn't a victim, but while she wanted to be feared, she was also relieved that she was viewed as an unworthy opponent. When the day came that she removed these metal casings, she would remind herself that she had no reason to fear anything. No reason at all, not one.
The enchanted metal began to glow and hiss at the sudden output of strange, barely-perceivable energy from her hands and lips, burning her skin as a punishment for unconsciously trying to use her powers. Made to counteract the energy-attracting, sort-of magnetic pull of those body parts, the metal casings were enchanted specifically to keep her from soaking up any power through her lips and hands. But what the wizards did not understand was that a frightened creature was a creative one, and that Isalien had fooled them when they tested her to see if she could sense or see power in the air. They merely believed that she just knew who was powerful and who was not and could only absorb power by touching skin. Stupid of them to assume that.
But stupid of her to think she could find a way to get the tendrils of power to get past those metal casings... if she could just get those glowing strands... she could blast these casings off without a blink.
While all of these thoughts whirled around her head, the feel of a cornered rabbit had planted itself onto her existence. A dangerous time-bomb of a frightened rabbit.
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Beal could tell this girl was trying to antagonize him. "You'd know about being weak, I'm sure" he muttered to her at she started walking away. He was distracted, the other girl's amount of fear invigorated him and the glyphs that bound his strength and prowess started glowing faintly beneath his clothes and the irons around his waist, ankles, and wrists. Although it seemed the fear was just like a heavy curtain, and with a strong tug it would be pulled aside to reveal....what? He started to reach for the mask on her face, toward the glowing energy he detected there but before his hand could get close, the glyphs on his body pulsed and prevented his hand from coming closer. With a grunt he dropped his hand back to his side.
Beal considered the fearful girl, the change in energy was not lost on him. "Girl, what brought you down here into this dark and scary place?" He thought it was fishy a girl so full of fear as she to come down to a place she was not familiar with where any number of miscreants could be stalking about....actually this seemed to be the kind of place people would do miscreant type things. Anyways, his attention was on her, and even though it was a bit redundant, the aura of fear leaked out and spread around her. It usually helped people divulge their secrets, but it was not at it's full strength.
Beal considered the fearful girl, the change in energy was not lost on him. "Girl, what brought you down here into this dark and scary place?" He thought it was fishy a girl so full of fear as she to come down to a place she was not familiar with where any number of miscreants could be stalking about....actually this seemed to be the kind of place people would do miscreant type things. Anyways, his attention was on her, and even though it was a bit redundant, the aura of fear leaked out and spread around her. It usually helped people divulge their secrets, but it was not at it's full strength.
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Where was that line between darkness and light? It bothered her that she had forgotten so quickly. Or was there actually no line at all; had she just forgotten something that had never existed? It seemed plausible. Darkness and light could not exist one without the other, and often she thought darkness might be light or light might be a little dark.
All of these thoughts irked her, distracting her from the fizzing metal and the other two presences in the basement, though the lovely terror was walking away, taking her awful and enviable power with her. Nothing, though, could distract her from the hand coming at her face. She did not know whether to be relieved or annoyed that the nightmarish boy could not touch her mask. Had he unhooked it, she could have taken some of his power and escaped.
But now she couldn't, and she was stuck shuddering in the basement, trying to forge another plan. She knew there was still an amount of power in this basement, near this guy, but ... how could she access it when she wasn't even aware of how much there was or how to get past the restraints on each of them.
"What else is there to do but explore this horrible place? I had hoped no one would be down here, but I saw that there was. I wanted this mask to be loosened so I came," she explained, taking care to keep her voice slow and deep, keeping her voice fearless though she knew she stank of it. "The same goes for you. Why would you be down here? And why are they so wary of you that your restraints make mine look like tape and cardboard? You don't look so powerful. Not enough for them to cover your eyes, though you seem to be able to function without your eyes."
It was a lie with some truth to it. She could feel his power contained by whatever was glowing beneath his clothes, but most people would not sense it. No one could know that she knew of it, surely.
All of these thoughts irked her, distracting her from the fizzing metal and the other two presences in the basement, though the lovely terror was walking away, taking her awful and enviable power with her. Nothing, though, could distract her from the hand coming at her face. She did not know whether to be relieved or annoyed that the nightmarish boy could not touch her mask. Had he unhooked it, she could have taken some of his power and escaped.
But now she couldn't, and she was stuck shuddering in the basement, trying to forge another plan. She knew there was still an amount of power in this basement, near this guy, but ... how could she access it when she wasn't even aware of how much there was or how to get past the restraints on each of them.
"What else is there to do but explore this horrible place? I had hoped no one would be down here, but I saw that there was. I wanted this mask to be loosened so I came," she explained, taking care to keep her voice slow and deep, keeping her voice fearless though she knew she stank of it. "The same goes for you. Why would you be down here? And why are they so wary of you that your restraints make mine look like tape and cardboard? You don't look so powerful. Not enough for them to cover your eyes, though you seem to be able to function without your eyes."
It was a lie with some truth to it. She could feel his power contained by whatever was glowing beneath his clothes, but most people would not sense it. No one could know that she knew of it, surely.