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eachdraidh2014-11-16 09:17 pm
digophelia) wrote in eachdraidh2014-11-16 09:17 pm
video - open to both courts
[ Alice is outside of Caer Scima's courtyard in a brisk walk. She has the vorpal blade in one hand and elven sword in another. It feels strange, the sword. It's heavier than what she's used to and the way she uses it, she's not experienced in it. As usual, the way she attacks is frenzied, without a care of her own well-being, always bordering on being feral. She's already tried clubbing them with the knightmare hobby horse to no avail. The fact it didn't affect them leaves her visibly startled.]
It wasn't enough that we already made amends that we spilled blood on Death's Altar?!
[ She's cornered. Her mind's visions are twisted, there's a glimpse of something from her past. Fire. She is small, smaller than she is now. The way her visions twist together, it's hard to tell if it is a memory or a hallucination. She is small again, covered head to toe in bandages, wheeled down a dark, gloomy hallway by strangers-]
Stop it.
[ Alice warns holding out the curved sword. Now that her hands are shaking and she's nearly in a panic because what she fears most is fire.
You cannot help them.
But she refuses to fully succumb to this, she's never been this fearful in Drabwurld, not like this.]
[ She will not be pushed around, not anymore. She'll let the hounds of Hell have it by killing them. The horrified look on her face turns to a look of utter glee. She'll kill them.
She'll make sure they'll stay dead.
Because of the way she stabs them, even when they're dead.]
It wasn't enough that we already made amends that we spilled blood on Death's Altar?!
[ She's cornered. Her mind's visions are twisted, there's a glimpse of something from her past. Fire. She is small, smaller than she is now. The way her visions twist together, it's hard to tell if it is a memory or a hallucination. She is small again, covered head to toe in bandages, wheeled down a dark, gloomy hallway by strangers-]
Stop it.
[ Alice warns holding out the curved sword. Now that her hands are shaking and she's nearly in a panic because what she fears most is fire.
You cannot help them.
But she refuses to fully succumb to this, she's never been this fearful in Drabwurld, not like this.]
[ She will not be pushed around, not anymore. She'll let the hounds of Hell have it by killing them. The horrified look on her face turns to a look of utter glee. She'll kill them.
She'll make sure they'll stay dead.
Because of the way she stabs them, even when they're dead.]
Action
I doubt that's true.
[After a moment, the general's eyes narrowed, and she brought her hand up to her face, whispering, just for a quick second, before gesturing towards the younger girl. A wave of white healing energy would swirl around Alice, dealing with the more minor of any cuts and bruises and temporarily relieving muscle strain and fatigue.]
Are you fighting by yourself?
Action
She feels that she has no choice but to be fine. Her hands steady on her weapons, gripping tighter. A few more moments ad she would have gotten sores on her palms. ]
There is no one out here, except for me.