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[b][color=662d91]Location;[/color][/b] Third floor, Mayweather Old West
[b][color=DarkCyan]Interacting With;[/color][/b] With each other, unfortunately [sub]([@lovely complex])[/sub]. Eliana sends a text to Milo [sub]([@Angel Eyes])[/sub]. Lucas sends a text to Gianna [sub]([@lovely complex])[/sub] and to Keats [sub]([@Lasrever])[/sub]
[b][color=662d91]Mood;[/color][/b] Childish mischievous → Furious → Curious & confused → Solemn
[b][color=DarkCyan]Mood;[/color][/b] Unfazed → Hiddenly uncomfortable → Amused → Breaking point[/center][hr][indent]His insults and berating didn't phase her. All Eliana heard was a child trying to speak wittingly as he poked, or in Lucas' case, jabbed at her to get a reaction. As sharp as his words were, she was prepared for the worst. His worst. He could punch her and she would not feel pain because he was nothing to her and never would be. The only way to truly hurt her was discovering what made her vulnerable and using that against her. Emotional pain hurt ten times more than any physical abuse would, like... losing a best friend. If she was heigtened in any sort of emotion, the better he felt. She knew this game all to well, having been subjected to bullying many times before. As such, her shield to protect her dignity and her heart was bulletproof, or that's what she would like to believe. Not saying a word, the woman carefully watched him as he drew closer to her, thankful he was no longer hurting Milo. Her penetrating gaze probed his expressions, her ears concentrated on his brazen tone, and her body prepared to react at any moments notice. As much as she hated having her personal space invaded, Ellie was not going to show how uncomfortable she felt. If she gave him an inkling of her true feelings, he would gloat about it and hang it over her head. Listening to him point out how heroic she was being, protecting the defenceless, made her roll her eyes in response. 

As if she knew something was coming, but refusing to break eye contact, Ellie felt the book forcefully fly out of her hand, loudly hitting against the wall. Thunk! The echo of the book slamming into the wall and then subsequently falling onto the floor resonated in the hallway. How unfortunate for the book, it didn't deserve such cruelty. Hopefully, she could salvage the damage he did for both the book and her dear friend, Milo. Books were meant to be loved and respected, Lucas was not. After a moment of silence, there was a little rise in the corner of her mouth, as if secretly Ellie enjoyed his obvious disgust and his neverending tantrum. Her narrowed green orbs glinted under the over light, while she tilted her head in response to his spectacle. With a snarky retort, she pushed her hair behind her ear and disapprovingly sighed, "[color=darkcyan]Feel better?[/color]" There was a big difference in their height, he being fairly tall in comparison to her, who stood at 5'3" with a petite body. Without a doubt, he could lift her up effortlessly if he wanted to. Yet, for someone as tiny as Eliana, she held herself with strength that was beyond her years. Learning from other people's dreams would do that to you. 

Resting her hands on her hips, an equal amount of fire burning in her eyes as it did in his, she firmly asked, "[color=darkcyan]And that's supposed to make me feel what?[/color]" Her question didn't warrant an answer. Ellie did let it settle in before she continued with her venemous words, "[color=darkcyan]Look at you building up your self esteem with people you know won't fight back. I think that says more about you than anyone else.[/color]" Not able to contain a chuckle, she shook her head at his idiocy, "[color=darkcyan]Honestely, I feel sorry for you.[/color]" If anything, her daring words showed that Eliana Lovelace was more than someone who protected the people she cared about -- she had hatred and anger in her, especially for Lucas. She wasn't afraid of crushing someone if it meant that her life, and the lives of those very few she loved, were at peace. Truly, if anyone were to test her, she would not be merciful. 

Lucas couldn’t help but chuckle. She was so wrong in his eyes. The entire situation, in the end, would fall to his advantage.[color=662d91] “You don’t pity me.”[/color] The smirk on his lips was a product of pure confidence. He knew he was right about what he was saying. [color=662d91]“You hate me. You loathe me! Don’t you dare try to deny it. I see it, in those big, green eyes of yours. That fire. Nobody pities with such fire. Pity is cold.”[/color] He took a step back again. In preparation to walk away. After he would be finished talking, he would have won. In a strange way. The words had been said, and then he had to give them time to soak in. Every so slowly. That’s how you broke strong people. You let them mull over your words. At first they won’t think about it. But the more you repeat it, the deeper it gets. In the end, they start questioning themselves. In the end, they start crumbling.

[color=662d91]“Besides. I’m not here to build my self-esteem. Though, sure, I won’t deny that it feels good to hurt that little kid. Oh but you don’t know what I’m talking about, do you? The rush of power. The high of being better than someone. What hero does? Always on duty. Always vigilant. Standing up against evil.”[/color] Lucas took another step back. Ready to break off. Letting her mule over his final words. [color=662d91]“Of us two, you’re the one who’s here for self-esteem. A hero must always have a victim to help. Else, how are you going to show that you’re a hero?”[/color] With that, he took another step back, ready to turn around and walk away with his self-claimed victory. Until he saw the tarantula on the back of his hand. 

When two opposing magnets are brought together, there will be an inevitable result that the magnetic fields will repel from each other and those around them would feel it. This was the current situation and how Lucas and Ellie would always be toward each other. Both would hear what they wanted to hear and both would say what they wanted to say, with little regard to the other's feelings. Sure, he put on a cocky ass front and acted like she wasn't getting to him, but she knew he would be back... and she would be waiting. 

He was right on the dot when it came to her hating him with every fiber of her being. He felt accomplished knowing she couldn't stand him - so much for trying to cover up her hatred. She felt like that was not something to be proud about, but then again, some people fed off of the fear and hatred of others. Lucas was not an exception. She kept quiet, letting him talk down to her. He hated her just as much as she hated him. What was he accomplishing by saying all of this jibberish, when in the end he was no better than her? His prejudice against heroes made him more weak than he thought he was. He let so many people get to him, to the point that he had to deliberately corner them and make them shake at his presence. In response to his tangent, Ellie muttered, "[color=darkcyan]Are you done?[/color]" and with an ugly ass smirk on his face, he strolled away, or at least attempted to. 

With wide eyes, Lucas slammed the thing against the wall, with the solar force aiding in force. It was a strange, sudden and excessively violent action. The thing burst open, coating the back of his hand and fingers under blood and spider organs. For a second he stood there, shocked by the sudden appearance of such a large spider. Where did it come from? Then he looked up at Eliana. The little girl couldn’t stand that strong up against him if she didn’t have some sort of insurance. Well, he just cracked it.

Eliana did not expect a spider to enter the picture. All she could think of was, [color=darkcyan][i]Milo...[/i][/color] She didn't know if he was going to attack her or not so she took these quick moments to conjure up a short illusion in her head, which would give her the opportunity to run away. Due to the little time she had, her illusion wasn't one that would strike fear in him. It was one that would take him mentally away from this place for five minutes so she could escape. 

His smile vanished from his lips, replaced by the bestial anger. With nostrils wide and a gaze that said ‘kill’ he walked up at Eliana. [color=662d91]“You.”[/color] His voice was far from the wicked playfulness he just used. It was raspy and raw. He looked ready to hit her. Hard. In the very short time it took him to get near Eliana again, his inner control went into overdrive. The consequences of what his inner beast would do would be far too severe to just let it pass. So right when he stood inches away from them, he let out a big sigh. He was himself again, at least for now. His face didn’t change too. Though, the act of the spider could not go unpunished. With the sticky, filthy, spider-blood covered finger he lifted Eliana’s chin higher up. In cold, menacing, quiet words he said: [color=662d91]“You will pay for that.”[/color]

Her heart raced the closer he got and not because she was happy to see he was coming back to her. She wasn't scared, Eliana just wasn't ready to fight him in the hallway. She didn't want to fight him, if she didn't need to. As he lifted her chin up with his filthy finger, her face showed a slight disgust at the gesture and the threat. He has invaded her personal space enough for today. Their eyes were locked and he was intimately close to her, which gave her an advantage. As he held her chin, her chartreuse green eyes flooded white as if a storm came rushing in and in those moments, she impulsively sent the illusion into his mind. There was not enough time to prepare an elaborate scene, so she decided to bring him to the first landscape that jumped in her mind. She sent him to a place that was rather dear to her, but in this instant, she didn't care. Before Lucas would know it, he would be in a memorable moonflower garden, with fireflies, under the starry night. If he wanted to, he could conjure up his own imagery to add to this daydream, since Ellie simply provided him his backdrop. This was a garden near her family's estate, something her father gave to her for one of her birthdays. Moonflowers closed during the day and opened at night, glowing like a full moon. 

Taking a deep breath in, she pulled away from him and silently left the hallway, forgetting about the book and leaving him behind. Taking her phone out, she swiftly texted her friend.

 [quote][center][b]To: [color=D8BFD8]Milo Ushkowitz[/color]
 [color=darkcyan] Tonight. We need to talk.[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

One moment Lucas was standing in the hallway, terribly close to the most hated person in his life until now. Then her deep, green eyes turned white. And he found himself in a completely different place altogether. At night, in a garden full of flowers he did not know the name of. He didn’t recognize it at all. But it all felt so real. The gravel under his shoes. The cool air of the night. Normally the illusion would have bright stars, and a nice full moon. And for a moment it was like that. But then the mind of Lucas began fighting back. Trying to get a hold on the illusion cast on him. The first step would be to influence it. The silver, guiding lights of the night turned pale and dim. The moon was obscured by thick clouds. For a moment, darkness engulfed and swallowed all.

But in defiance of it all, the flowers started to glow with white moonlight. Somehow lighting up the garden more than the moon and stars ever could. Only then did Lucas notice the shadow standing in the gazebo in the distance. Carefully he walked through the garden. Expecting anything to happen at any time. He tried to summon up the solar force around his hands. But nothing heeded his call. It felt as if he didn’t even possess the power. Eventually he reached the gazebo. Realizing that on the other side of it, was a cliff. Down which was nothing but utter blackness. The figure stood looking up towards the sky. It was not the usual display of small, silvery lights.

Instead Lucas gazed upon a majestic artwork of color. Nebula’s and stars in all sort of colors. And every now and then, a bright, golden flash. Lucas stood next to the figure, gazing upon the cosmic masterwork. [color=2e3192]“Beautiful, isn’t it?”[/color] the figure next to him said. Only now did Lucas see the details. Or rather, the lack of them. He only saw a black robe and hood. A mask in the form of an abstract skull stood before his face. Lucas could barely see the outlines of his chin, and the apparently grey skin. [color=662d91]“Who are you?”[/color] Lucas couldn’t help but ask. It talked in Lucas’ father voice, but he was sure that it wasn’t him. [color=2e3192]“Over many generations, many gave me different names. I wouldn’t know what my name is in your time. Or even in your language.”[/color]

Lucas took a moment to go over that. [color=662d91]“What are you?”[/color] He then asked, hoping for a clearer answer. Instead, the figure walked out towards the end of the gazebo. One step further, and he would fall off the cliff. Lucas wanted to stop it. But the figure had already made his step. Floating now over nothingness. [color=2e3192]"I am one of the oldest things in this Universe.”[/color] Suddenly Lucas got it. [color=662d91]“You’re the Darkstar.”[/color] He muttered, afraid of it now.

[color=2e3192]“Yes…. I remember… Being called that.”[/color] The figure turned around. Looking straight at Lucas for the first time. [color=2e3192]“It has been so long. Or has it? Has time even passed? It’s so difficult to know.”[/color] Despite the fact that it looked straight at Lucas, it spoke in a confused sort of tone. [color=662d91]“Do you know where we are?”[/color] Lucas asked, still very careful. [color=2e3192]“Your mind. No doubt. But this… thought. It is not yours. Someone invaded it. Someone pulled me out of my slumber. That should not have happened.”[/color] It suddenly realized.[color=2e3192] “I will bring you back.”[/color] The being floated towards Lucas, who now scrambled back. [color=662d91]“No wait!”[/color] He yelled, hoping to convince the being to stop. But it was resolute. [color=2e3192]“There is no time.”[/color] Were the final words it spoke. When a grey-skinned hand appeared from beneath the man folds of the robe and touched him on the forehead.

Lucas collapsed on the ground. He was sweaty, feeling exhausted and breathing heavy. For a split second there was pure fear in his eyes, as he felt the strange force disappear within him again. After which he sat up against the wall. Trying to catch his breath. What just happened? He was prepared for a lot. He could manage a lot. Hell, if it was a nightmare he wouldn’t be that affected. But that was not a nightmare. It felt too real. Slowly he grabbed his phone. Three texts. One from Keats, two from Gianna. Swiftly he read those of Gianna. Generally he’d answer in a slightly teasing way. But he couldn’t bring himself to answer in such a way. So instead, he just kept it short.

[center][quote][b]To:[/b] [color=b53389]Gianna[/color]
I need to talk. Tonight?[/quote][/center]

He never asked to talk with Gianna at night. He never had to. He never experienced what just happened. Then he read Keats’ message. For a moment he contemplated if he was actually up for anything. Gods knew he felt exhausted. But then again, he needed a pick-me-up. And raising some hell with Keats would be perfect.

[center][quote][b]To:[/b] [color=FFBF00]Keats[/color]
I need hell to be raised. Meet up at the fountain in 15.[/quote][/center]
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