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Night | M: Malaki Night listened before nodding to himself, "We can work on that. With your Primal fear as you call it, it sounds like if you focus on one person, it will work on only them. Of course, this takes time and practice. Same with your speed, with practice you will be able to control how it works and how long you can use it. The werewolf one however, I would ask Glory or Flame with help on that one." Night said, twirling the dagger with a bored look on his face. |
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Malaki: Mentions: Night "I guess I could really use some training to hone in my abilities to make sure I don't have any collateral damage during a fight." He scratched the bottom of his chin, looking around. "I feel like Glory won't be willing to train me for anything after I fought her. I... I used my Primal Fear on her when we were fighting. I was so scared that they would kill us both if I didn't, but if that wasn't enough before, then she definitely won't be willing after I broke Blade's mind. Apparently the two know each other or whatnot, but I didn't know that at the time. I just saw that Blade ripped away a couple from each other and began beating up the girl from some sick pleasure that baffles me right now. Do I sound crazy Night?" Jericho: Mentions: Ahyma and Ava Jericho looked at the two girls, and his hairs began to raise as he geared to pull them apart from each other. "Uh... do you two know each other from beforehand? I'm sensing some history here..." He looked at Ava, and it was clear that she was spooked for some reason, possibly because of Ahyma for some reason. What is her deal? Ava is worried about her for some reason, but what is she hiding within? Also, where is Ero? |
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Ahyma II M: Jericho and Ava
Ahmya growled, darkness aura starting to spread around her as she became more and more pissed. She couldn't believe she had seen her baby, did she hurt Amai? She was going to destory the bitch, her half-bitchy-sister. She stared over at Jericho as he spoke, about to tear him in half too. "She's my damn bitchy half-sister. She laid her hands on my baby! I know she did. She's going to die because of it!" Ahyma yelled, bow forming in her hands. She wasn't going to let anyone touch or anything else to her baby. "Blood means nothing bitch, I'm going to rip you to pieces." |
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Ava || Mentions: Jericho, Ahyma, Unknown Doctor The sounds of dangerous threats were almost music to Ava's ears. Her eyes peaked over towards Jericho, he asked a question, and before she could reply, Ahyma replied for her. Her gears switched quickly when she heard the word 'sister' and she gritted her teeth, letting Ahyma go, taking a few steps back, watching cautiously as a bow formed into the woman's hands. Sister? Sister!? How dare she call her such a thing. She was no such thing, she was not. She had no siblings, sisters, brothers. She had no father, or mother. And Ava was completely fine with it, she was fine being alone. After all, family only brought you down rather then raise you up, family was pathetic. A deep growl eminated from within her, black smoke slowly seeping through her nostrils and lips. As Ava took a step forward, the feedback of a microphone echoed within the room, a booming, irritated voice. "Cut it out. You'll have time for that later. If the three of you can't wait, you'll be exteriminated for your insubordination." She knew that voice, it was all to familiar. Her focus from Jericho and Ahyma quickly locked onto the black window, and she could almost see the faint outline of a human figure. Ava stretched her fingers out by her sides, a popping sound could be heard quietly, five pops per hand. The smoke was gone, and her muscles were less tense from before, but she still remained annoyed. |
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Anna: Mentions: (possibly)Dakota. Anna awoke to the sounds of footsteps. She heard the echoes of locks unlocking and doors swinging open. Things were being placed here and there with noticeable thumps. Then the doors closed and locks locked; the silence was back again as quickly as it had been broken. “Hvað er þetta allt?” (What is all this?) she muttered in Icelandic for what was likely the thousandth time. She’d lost count. “Hvað er þetta allt? Hvar er ég? Hvað er þetta?” (What is all this? Where am I? What is this?) Anna had been running from law enforcement for years. Before all this she’d prided herself she’d only seen the juvenile jail system twice. American jail was strange… the room was so white, so closed off. Nothing like she’d seen in the movies. Not to mention last she’d checked, police didn’t use tranquilizer darts. She’d put up quite a struggle, but her captors were… used to that; perhaps even prepared for it. Weren’t they supposed to read her her rights? Or was she already strange enough they just decided she wasn’t human enough for that? Did that mean she wouldn’t get a trial? She’d never felt more out of place than in this boring room. Sitting up and leaning against the wall, she ran her thoughts through all the usual questions and suspicions. She had no idea how long she’d been here, but she was hungry. Maybe a couple weeks? Gritting her teeth, she stared at her right hand. It was solid gold and had been since she’d first arrived here. Goodness, she was hungry. The ominous uncertainty and the eerie unfamiliarity of it all was getting to her. “Release.” she told it, taking deep breaths. “Gefa út. Slepptu. Let Go!’” Nothing happened. The gold remained and the shine only reminded her of the pit in her stomach. Sighing, she decided she was done with silence and began to tap on her golden hand with the fingernails of the other. Tink tink tink.Much better. Tink tink, tink. She started tapping her feet. Tink tap tink tink. Tap tink tink. Tap tap tink. Anna arose from her seat, still tapping on her hand. Tink tink tink. Tink, tink tink. She began to stomp her feet to her new rhythm. Tink thump tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tap tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tink tink tink. Tink, tink tap. She danced as she made these sounds, closing her eyes and swirling around, listening to her music and doing her best to relax. Her hand remained frozen in gold, but she was at least distracted from it. |
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Jericho: Mentions: Unknown, Ahyma, and Ava Jericho watched Ava and Ahyma square up to one another and he was ready to step in, but the voice snapped him out of it. He looked around before staring at the window for a few seconds before looking at the two and shaking his head before steadying his eyes on Ahyma. "Listen, I know we just met, and let's just say that you're her sister to shelve that argument for later on, but could you please not kill each other right now? I don't know about either of you, but I want to get out of here and not have to worry, so whatever grievances you have against one another needs to be stomped out now." He stared daggers at both of them before looking at the mirror. "We're all awake and in the room. What do you want with us?" |
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Dakota || Mentions: Anna (ind.) Huddled in the corner, Dakota clutched her knees, holding them close to her chest, her head dipped inbetween her knees and her chest. Her breathing was quiet and light, muscles tight, her fingers clutching around the cloth that wrapped around her skin. Her hair was down, draped across her cheeks, shoulders, back and in front of her forehead. She was quietly thinking, thinking of a way to get herself out of there. Dakota knew it was time to end this cruelty. She knew the only reason for that 'social time' in that other room was to torture them, for them to see their lvoed ones only to be ripped away from them once more. Her fingers clutched her legs tighter, her teeth grinding against one another, her jaw tensing, she could barely concentrate on anything. She could barely realize the pain she was causing herself as her nails slowly dug through her jean's cloth, the immense pain she was giving herself through her clenched jaws, but, then she heard sounds. Tink thump tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tap tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tink tink tink. Tink, tink tap. The sounds were coming from something solid, a metal, or something to that sort.. she finally came to realization that it was a rhythm, and she began to catch onto the rhythm. Nothing in her current room would be able to match the tone, and the certain accent of the Tink, tap, or Thump so, to make something match, a blade slowly emerged from her skin, and she grabbed it, and placed it on her palm, and with the tips of her fingernails. Tink thump tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tap tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tink tink tink. Tink, tink tap. In rhythm, Dakota was in near sync with whomever was on the other side of the wall, but she didn't move from her spot. She held out her rhythmic hands out in front of her, her chin resting on the top of her knees. Yes, she did wonder who was on the other side of that wall, but at the same time, she didn't really care. All Dakota needed was something to keeep her distracted with so she wouldn't break down. |
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Anna: Mentions: Dakota. Tink thump tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tap tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tink tink tink. Tink, tink tap went something on the other side of the wall. Tap tink tap tink. Tap tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tink tink tink. Tink tink thump went Anna. Smiling, she held the rhythm. It grew. She began to twist her wrist as she tapped on her golden palm so that her nails made impact in a sequence. Tik-tink went the sound, tik-tik-tink. She slowly integrated this new noise into the duet, carefully listening to the ones made next door. She stomped and twirled, tapped and tinked, getting lost in this improvised music. Tik-tink tap, Thump ti-tik-tink. Tap tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tink tik-tink tink. Tink tink thump. As the rhythm flowed, she began to hum softly to herself. Filling in the space between the percussion with whatever note next felt right. The distraction was working. Gradually… so gradually Anna hardly noticed at first, her hand began to release and the gold gently gave way to flesh and skin. When she realized the gold was subsiding, she drew her melody a hushed stop and let the rhythm fade. First her voice went silent. Then the tinks. Then the stomps, and finally the taps. There was silence once again, but it was changed for Anna. No longer was she trapped in an unfamiliar room with nothing and no idea how to proceed. Now there was someone. She didn’t know who, or what to expect about them, but she felt already there was a kindred spirit just beyond that wall. Someone she hoped felt the rhythm had been a comfort like she did. Smiling, she leaned against the wall from which the mysterious accompaniment had echoed and slid into a seating position. Her rhythm resumed as her nails gently tapped on the floor. It was quieter this time: no longer trying to drown something out. “Who iss therre?” She asked softly in her thick icelandic accent. |
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Ahyma II M: Jericho and Ava
Ahmya glared daggers at her half-sister. It shifted to Jericho as he called her Ava's sister. Hell no. She was not that evil bitch's sister. Maybe by blood, but she was no sister of hers. Ota was her sibling, and her only one in her mind. "Don't ever call her my sister, or I'll rip you to pieces. She's no sibling of mine. Maybe we're related by our father's blood, but that means nothing to me. I hated that bastard anyway, the only parent that was there until she died was my mom." She changed her focus onto Ava once again." My twin and I are the only, not you and me. And you dared to threaten my baby, my Amai, I wont hesitate to kill you in seconds." She spat, growling practically. |
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Night | M: Malaki Night sighed as he listened to Malaki. "Do I sound crazy Night?" He chuckled, "A little bit yes, but we all are a bit crazy right now. Kind of hard not to when we are stuck in these tiny cells." He started to pace, his power trying to reach out and call the storms. Probably one of the only powers left he had yet to train with. It was connected with his emotions so when he was angry he could call it. Unfortantely, he couldn't call it on will. "Maybe we'll practice together Malaki. I still have one power that I can't control very well." Night said, sitting down at the base of the wall, trying to tuck his power away. |
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