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Dawn looked just about surprised as Isaiah was as one of their future classmates, the boy who had earlier been surrounded by creatures of all shapes and sizes, suddenly dumped a bag of salt onto the unfortunate woman. Her brows seemed to rise up nearly to her hairline before dropping just as suddenly, and, with a certain amount of graveness, she shook her head. “I, ah, I’m not entirely sure- I’ve never met him before. But I do know that that woman’s mind isn’t her own.” She paused, realizing that the comment had come out a bit more cryptic than she had intended, then went on to explain.
“It’s, ah. Part of my power. I can...well. Sense people. Their feelings, their...well. Who they are. Like a fingerprint. And the woman- it would be as if the color of her hair suddenly changed in seconds.” It wasn’t an award winning explanation, really, but it was all that came to mind in a time like this.
Especially after the woman began to scream at the top of her lungs, eyes glowing a sharp red.
Well. That confirmed the possession even further, at any rate.
Which made it all the more important that she did at least something to assist. Her thoughts flew to any rituals she might have picked up through the years, before stumbling onto one of her stranger cases. A few years ago, Dawn had found herself in the company of an exorcist, and about fifty ghosts swarming a uni student’s dorm, of all places. Of course, Dawn wasn’t an exorcist herself by any means- she was a wit- mage, yes, but not an exorcist. Still, it was worth a shot.
She took a deep breath, and looked over to both Isaiah and Celeste.
“I’m, ah...going to try something. Right now. To try and help her.” At that moment, her eyes seemed to glaze over, becoming little more than soap windows as her mind travelled. She reached, mentally, out to the woman, but not to her exactly. Dawn’s target was the spirit inhabiting her body.
She clung onto the soul’s thoughts, taking care not to intrude any further than she had to, and began to murmur into its mind, joining in with the woman’s assault.
’This is not your place, spirit.’ Unlike how she regularly spoke, there was no hesitation, no pause. Her “voice”, as it was, was firm, rich with resolve. ’It is time for you to move on, and leave this woman be.’
It was a long shot, yes, but it was something.
@The One@Prosaic
“Smart.” The comment held no trace of patronization- it was genuine praise on Epsilon’s part, accompanied by a smile. “I like you, kid. You seem like a real well-rounded type.” Bit awkward when it came to the whole socialization bits, but he seemed like a good kid regardless.
As the impromptu dancer suddenly began to shriek like a goddamn banshee, Epsilon turned, gave the whole salt situation a good lookover, then promptly decided that the situation seemed pretty handled and turned back to talk to Irvine. It was probably handled, at any rate. Probably.
“Probably just running into the wrong kinds of vamps, kiddo. Some of them don’t bite as much as they bark.” She chuckled a bit at her own joke, the cigarette on her lip bouncing merrily with the movement. “Don’t think finding out what you are would change you, though. Making you a ‘monster’? Bah.”
For a moment, age seemed to show in Epsilon’s eyes. The age of someone who should’ve been dead a hundred times over, had seen the rise and fall of nations. “Your blood isn’t what decides if you’re a monster or not, kid. It’s you who does it. Doesn’t matter if you’re a demon, or a gargoyle, or just some internal orgy of all the nastiest species you can think of. It’s what you wind up doing. Especially in spite of it.” And then the wisdom was gone, and Epsilon was playfully flicking Irvine’s shoulder.
“You’re a good kid. Hang onto that. World needs more good kids.” She turned to Sabrina, then, smoke trailing up from her nostril. “‘Voodoo priestess’, eh? Seem real young for that sort of commitment.” Epsilon sized the girl up. “Can’t be more than twelve, tops.”
@PharaohAtem@akirashadow
“It’s, ah. Part of my power. I can...well. Sense people. Their feelings, their...well. Who they are. Like a fingerprint. And the woman- it would be as if the color of her hair suddenly changed in seconds.” It wasn’t an award winning explanation, really, but it was all that came to mind in a time like this.
Especially after the woman began to scream at the top of her lungs, eyes glowing a sharp red.
Well. That confirmed the possession even further, at any rate.
Which made it all the more important that she did at least something to assist. Her thoughts flew to any rituals she might have picked up through the years, before stumbling onto one of her stranger cases. A few years ago, Dawn had found herself in the company of an exorcist, and about fifty ghosts swarming a uni student’s dorm, of all places. Of course, Dawn wasn’t an exorcist herself by any means- she was a wit- mage, yes, but not an exorcist. Still, it was worth a shot.
She took a deep breath, and looked over to both Isaiah and Celeste.
“I’m, ah...going to try something. Right now. To try and help her.” At that moment, her eyes seemed to glaze over, becoming little more than soap windows as her mind travelled. She reached, mentally, out to the woman, but not to her exactly. Dawn’s target was the spirit inhabiting her body.
She clung onto the soul’s thoughts, taking care not to intrude any further than she had to, and began to murmur into its mind, joining in with the woman’s assault.
’This is not your place, spirit.’ Unlike how she regularly spoke, there was no hesitation, no pause. Her “voice”, as it was, was firm, rich with resolve. ’It is time for you to move on, and leave this woman be.’
It was a long shot, yes, but it was something.
@The One@Prosaic
“Smart.” The comment held no trace of patronization- it was genuine praise on Epsilon’s part, accompanied by a smile. “I like you, kid. You seem like a real well-rounded type.” Bit awkward when it came to the whole socialization bits, but he seemed like a good kid regardless.
As the impromptu dancer suddenly began to shriek like a goddamn banshee, Epsilon turned, gave the whole salt situation a good lookover, then promptly decided that the situation seemed pretty handled and turned back to talk to Irvine. It was probably handled, at any rate. Probably.
“Probably just running into the wrong kinds of vamps, kiddo. Some of them don’t bite as much as they bark.” She chuckled a bit at her own joke, the cigarette on her lip bouncing merrily with the movement. “Don’t think finding out what you are would change you, though. Making you a ‘monster’? Bah.”
For a moment, age seemed to show in Epsilon’s eyes. The age of someone who should’ve been dead a hundred times over, had seen the rise and fall of nations. “Your blood isn’t what decides if you’re a monster or not, kid. It’s you who does it. Doesn’t matter if you’re a demon, or a gargoyle, or just some internal orgy of all the nastiest species you can think of. It’s what you wind up doing. Especially in spite of it.” And then the wisdom was gone, and Epsilon was playfully flicking Irvine’s shoulder.
“You’re a good kid. Hang onto that. World needs more good kids.” She turned to Sabrina, then, smoke trailing up from her nostril. “‘Voodoo priestess’, eh? Seem real young for that sort of commitment.” Epsilon sized the girl up. “Can’t be more than twelve, tops.”
@PharaohAtem@akirashadow