The House on the Hill
Interactions: Jack/Stormy/Amara (
@Blizz), Linqian (
@FernStone), Sloane (
@Atrophy), Leon (
@AtomicEmperor)
"You are not Alizee, creature of the Void. The real Alizee knew we had both seen things worse than you.
Alizée's red eyes narrowed in confusion.
“Of course I'm Alizée. What are you-” She felt the prick of discomfort, staring down at the man in front of her. The darkness he wielded almost seemed familiar - something she would see in her home, in the Void.
Her confusion increased, questions raising without answers. She had never seen this man before. That much was sure. But what he said… it made no sense. Unless.
“-What are you talking about?” She hissed out, doing her best to ignore the pressure in her arm as his hand gripped it like iron. Lucky for her, her mask hid any involuntary grimaces she would have had her face been, well, softer.
“Rahk-las hreshnik yuul." "You do not scare me,"
Her glowing eyes blinked, understanding him perfectly.
“Hi mindoraan kruziik vun perfectly. Vir dreh hi mindok do atruk tolro held dil ko vulom, kiin tir do irkbaan ahrk suleyk? (You understand the ancient tongue perfectly. How do you know of something that's held deep in the darkness, born out of hatred and power?)”"Whatever you are, you don't want to do this."
Alizée side-eyed him, appraising the elements in his hands.
Curious. Similar to the shadow weaver, he too had magic. It was a threat. It was always a threat. But from his mannerisms, he too wasn't scared.
Voildings she had crushed in the Void exhibited one of two emotions: anger, or fear. Anger at their own weakness, or fear at getting reduced to a heap of essence that would take years to reform. Bur here? It was neither. Just a calmness. It was something she'd never encountered before.
"Go back the way you came, princess. Right the fuck now,"
Alizée glanced at the gun pointed at her. Immediately, flashes of the death she remembered tore through her mind, and her eyes narrowed in disgust.
“The trail leads me here. I need answers.” She hissed to the woman.
”I am so fucking sick of this shit. That fucking shadow testicle keeps causing fucking problems when we're fucking dying, and have had it up to fucking here with it. Just fuck off. The fucking testicle isn’t here.”
Alizée trembled with pain as white heat met the chain. She had attempted to draw energy from Britney, and the psychic backlash of that being disturbed was instant. For an instant, she hunched forward, almost appearing to lean on Jack for support.
Her eyes snapped to the woman who
attacked her chain. The chain fell limp, uncurling from Britney’s ankle. It attempted to pull away from her boot, but to no avail.
The… testicle?Alizée thought about it for a second, before she growled in disgust, her voice thick.
“How dare you refer to him like that.” Another suck of air,
“The trail leads here, he has to be here.”“Can we not have just one,”
“Normal.”
“FUCKING!”
“MEETING!?”
The rush of dust and butterflies caught Alizée off-guard, and she lifted a free hand to protect her eyes from the blast.
However, it wasn't the blast that she had to worry about. She blinked, feeling a strange, sickening sensation slowly creeping over her body. She hissed a gasp, immediately trying to pull away from the woman and her staff. But the black hand kept her firm.
Until, that was, she saw a blur of motion.
The staff was lifted away, and her sensations returned to themselves. And a blur of a dark-coated fist. For a split second she saw it, a black-maned man with a conflicted look on his face.
For a split second, she pulled up a single link, free of the chain, hovering in the narrowing space between them.
For a split second, she could hear her own rageful scream.
Wham!A bright light cracked the center of the room, sending anyone close to her careening into the farthest walls. At least, anyone who didn't move back in time.
Alizée herself used the momentum to break free of Jack's grip. The chain under Linqian's boot snapped as Alizée smashed into the far wall, putting a fine crater in the wood.
In the next instant, the light was gone. In its place, a wide crater in the floor, absent of any persons.
Alizée peeled herself off the wall with a disgruntled grunt, looking down at her arm. Half was missing, the stub leaking black shadow.
A shame, really.Alizée's eyes returned to the room, falling immediately to the man who swung at her. Then, she shifted to stare at the woman who attacked her with the staff. Alizée liked to think she was good at sizing up apparitions before a fight. And all the humans she'd come across, well, they'd been mundane. She had assumed this would be no different.
But alas, now, in light of her newfound revelations, Alizée had to assume that every
single person in this room was magical. Perhaps each of them were fighters. Fighters were fine, she could handle most. But the real trouble was that staff. Alizée felt what it was doing, and it scared her what it would have done had the staff finished its job. She was a young apparition after all, still struggling with picking her fights, clearly. And the way she looked at it, in this room, she was either severely outmatched, or wouldn't escape without severe harm, especially to her chains. Maybe even to her body. The broken off chain staring at her from across the room, the severed arm on the other side, were a testament to that.
So Alizée did the next best, logical thing.
She drifted a step forward, and sank to her knees, making contact with the floor, gnarled hands raised up.
“I surrender. I might be bold, but surely I'm not stupid.”All the chains had retracted from their positions, floating aimlessly around her. Alizée eyed Jack, then Leon. Both knew a secret, but would they tell her?
Her illogical mind skipped over the fact that they might not accept her surrender, and she had to backtrack, do a double take, and remind herself these were humans, not apparitions. (Well, except for one.) She didn't know what humans would do in a situation like this, but surely there would be less blood-letting than surrendering to an apparition, which she’d witnessed only once. It was terrible.
Perhaps she could appeal to their sense of reason?
“I don't know what you mean by me not being Alizée. Of course I'm Alizée. But I… I don't remember much. I’m… well, I'm new.”Her eyes glanced to Jack.
“I'm sorry for jumping you. You're my first lead in a long time, and I… got excited. Anxious. My entire existence depends on the Void Heart. I don't remember much of who they were, I just know they're important. And that I need to find them.”
“Wouldn’t you do the same for those you love?”She took a breath, closing her eyes briefly as she knelt there.
“Please… I don't want to fight you. Just… give me a second chance. I can help you.”
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