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[indent][b][u]January 1st, 7:38 PM
Madison Square Garden, New York[/u]
Interactions: [@Zoey White], and [@DC The Dragon][/b][/indent]
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[color=c4df9b]"You did it, Clio!"[/color]

Makaya's eye twitched. Clio? That wasn't right. To put it lightly, Clio was...well, [i]useless[/i]. She was lazy, plain, a complete pushover. The list went on and on. She was a host for greater things. It was when she donned the mask that she became someone. She went from being the accountant who was content with hiding away in her apartment, to an outspoken representative of Chaos magic. Clio was inferior, she was nothing in comparison. People didn't [i]like[/i] Clio, they tolerated her. It was the way of the world. If she wanted to shine, to stand out, she'd just have to give in. Eventually, she'd realize what her true potential was. And when that happened, there would no longer be a separation between the two personas. She'd be Makaya, completely. What a day that would be!

A sharp spasm of her head and Makaya found herself suppressing a gasp. Not now, not while she was on top of the world! She needed more time, it wasn't right! Another contraction, this one more painful than the last. She pressed a palm against her temple, groaning. Within her, a war that had been waged long ago was being fought. An unsteady agreement between the two parties was ripped to shreds in an instant. Clio exerted her will on her counterpart, in the form of a violent mental thrashing. At last, she took over. Blinking away a glossy coating on her eyes that had shrouded her vision, she began rubbing her temples in an attempt to relieve the pressure. She really needed to start carrying a bottle of Advil. 

Considering Makaya's thoughts, she found herself worn down. Was she really useless? No, it wasn't true. Those were the delusional thoughts of a psychopath. Makaya was right about one thing, though. Eventually, one side would have to win. Clio believed she was putting up a valiant fight, but with every inch she took back, she gave five. Each time she used her magic, whether it was in a battle or in the privacy of her home, she was relinquishing the hold on her body. It was a drug, something she couldn't quit cold turkey. She'd have to wean herself off until she was normal. Or, she could just let it win. After all, it wasn't hurting anybody. At least, she didn't think it was. Of course, she had beaten that man within an inch of her life. She had been about to kill him! 

She was in a horrible state. Perhaps it would be best if she dealt with this later. Yes, push it down until it was almost nonexistent. Then let it bubble up until it bursts! Clio sighed, promising that she wouldn't let it happen. 

As Starfire approached, Clio awkwardly wrapped her arms around the girl. She gave her a gentle pat, forcing a grin at her friend's excitement. As soon as Star left to talk to the boy in the hoodie, Clio's facade dropped. She walked over to Timothy's body, pushing between the armed security guards. Gently, she lifted up his limp hand, not wanting to wake him, she pulled out her dagger with a solid yank. Most of the blood coating it came off, pulled away by his skin. The rest, she wiped on his torso. Taking the blade, she cut a lock of hair off his person and shoved it in her coat pocket, making sure it stayed mostly separate from Starfire's strands. 

Squeezing past the guards once more, she shuffled towards the boy who had saved her and Starfire. Unsure of what to say, she scratched at her forearm and stood silent for a few moments. At last, she blurted out, [color=EF1956]"Thanks for the rescue. You...uh, do this often?"[/color]