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(Euphemia's decursing attempt)
[Tue Nov 19 2024]
In the upper section of affordable (af) fashion
It is before dawn, about 34F(1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Euphemia blinks, glancing over her shoulder as Illyana enters. "O-oh. Hey Yana. I was just about to keep texting you."
Walking in, Illyana waves. Producing a ring made of wood, she very subtly starts to apply pressure, manipulating gravity to set the small object hovering over a palm; Her body between the teen serving customers and Euphemia to hide anything overly supernatural, for now.
"Hey, you." Illyana greets. "This is not my next victim." she adds, her palm beginning to glow with a slight heat haze.
Checking her texts, Illyana nods to Euphemia. "Sex is good though, Babes."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Euphemia blinks, furrowing her brow a bit as she eyes the ring from afar... before stepping closer to examine the item a little more closely. "Your next... what?" She laughs, a little nervously... The comment that follows bringing a slight flush to her cheeks. "I'm... trying, to open up to it more." She admits, curling a finger nervously around her hair. "...Sex is sacred, to me. I hate... I don't like doing it with just anyone. I need a connection there. Real, genuine intimacy."
flails. Sticking a finger in her ear, Illyana wiggles it as she focuses on the ring. "YOu little bastard." she hisses at it, the wood starting to smoke.
Euphemia says, wincing underneath the slight pop in her ear, "Th-that's why I didn't do anything with her when we met. I was furious at Emmanuel for assuming it was all I wanted."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"I feel the same way. Which is why Novel likely happened. I'm not getting it. Because I might kill Ivy if I do." There's a grimace and smiling at Euphemia, Illyana adds. "I have a connection to him- I like him for some reason. But it's hate, and it fucked me up. It literally put me on the edge of sickness." The ring blackens more as she adds, "Savannah impresses me as a vapid sex mad useless piece of shit." Genuine, blunt and there's annoyance there. "Bad police officer and ignorant. But if she makes you happy, you've had a far better experience than me, and I'll not stand in the way of that. We all need to be held- Even if I think Emmanuel is trying to set me up with Fayad and his robotic can opener arm."
With an application of will, Illyana causes the temperature of the room to return to normal as the temperature plummets. The ring gets a snarl and now it's not just smoke, but fire that dances over it's surface.
addressing Euphemia, Illyana covers the ring in her hand with her other hand. Thankfully efforts are being taken to keep this quiet because Illyana's powers are very visible if she cuts loose. "Why do we keep finding ourselves dealing with people like Emmy, Fayad ad so on? Why cant we just be happy?"
Euphemia raises a hand to the back of her head... loosing a long, and weary sigh from her lips. The ring itself doesn't seem to bother her... At least nowhere near as much as the comment that follows. "That was... That was what I thought about her at first. But she's trying to change, Yana. She talked to me all night, about boundaries. Wanting to pull away from people who are dangerous for her. Trying to focus her interests on the people closest to her. Please... try to be respectful of that, and try to give her the benefit of the doubt."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Illyana blinks that light away with a hiss, stars dancing in her eyes. "Fucking..." she says, louder than needs be. "Flash went off on my phone."
Euphemia says, turning to answer Yana's question, "...Maybe relationships are just like that. It's not about being perfect. It's not supposed to be some dream come true. They come with their own share of hardship. Maybe It's just a matter of finding the person worth holding out for.""
Euphemia pauses, for a moment... pondering Yana's words. "Do you... do you like me, Illy?"
"People suck and hurt you." Illyana shrugs, applying physical- and metaphysical pressure to the wooden ring. Fire glows from between her clasped palms now and there's a veritable inferno blazing, its heat palpable. "I just want to be happy and not suffer any more. It's impossible because of who and what I am; I'm dangerous for people I get close to."
"Oh hey." Illyana greets Vindicta. "How's my favourite police officer?" Her palms are clasped together, with something between them and the temperature around Illyana is far higher than it should be, though that aura is condenced upon herself.
"Bianchini not okay," Vindicta says quietly to Illyana, her voice as soft and sweet as ever as she steps up to the other two women, but her expression is saddened, and her attention is torn between the conversation here and one she is having on her phone. "Bianchini... hear news about Yana. Yesterday, at gym," she murmurs, though she does not expand upon it, instead flickering her eyes between Euphemia and Illyana. "... Maybe bad week for all," she whispers sullenly.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.
Euphemias Decursing Attempt 241120
(Euphemia's decursing attempt)
[Tue Nov 19 2024]
In the upper section of affordable (af) fashion
It is before dawn, about 34F(1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Euphemia blinks, glancing over her shoulder as Illyana enters. "O-oh. Hey Yana. I was just about to keep texting you."
Walking in, Illyana waves. Producing a ring made of wood, she very subtly starts to apply pressure, manipulating gravity to set the small object hovering over a palm; Her body between the teen serving customers and Euphemia to hide anything overly supernatural, for now.
"Hey, you." Illyana greets. "This is not my next victim." she adds, her palm beginning to glow with a slight heat haze.
Checking her texts, Illyana nods to Euphemia. "Sex is good though, Babes."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Euphemia blinks, furrowing her brow a bit as she eyes the ring from afar... before stepping closer to examine the item a little more closely. "Your next... what?" She laughs, a little nervously... The comment that follows bringing a slight flush to her cheeks. "I'm... trying, to open up to it more." She admits, curling a finger nervously around her hair. "...Sex is sacred, to me. I hate... I don't like doing it with just anyone. I need a connection there. Real, genuine intimacy."
flails. Sticking a finger in her ear, Illyana wiggles it as she focuses on the ring. "YOu little bastard." she hisses at it, the wood starting to smoke.
Euphemia says, wincing underneath the slight pop in her ear, "Th-that's why I didn't do anything with her when we met. I was furious at Emmanuel for assuming it was all I wanted."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"I feel the same way. Which is why Novel likely happened. I'm not getting it. Because I might kill Ivy if I do." There's a grimace and smiling at Euphemia, Illyana adds. "I have a connection to him- I like him for some reason. But it's hate, and it fucked me up. It literally put me on the edge of sickness." The ring blackens more as she adds, "Savannah impresses me as a vapid sex mad useless piece of shit." Genuine, blunt and there's annoyance there. "Bad police officer and ignorant. But if she makes you happy, you've had a far better experience than me, and I'll not stand in the way of that. We all need to be held- Even if I think Emmanuel is trying to set me up with Fayad and his robotic can opener arm."
With an application of will, Illyana causes the temperature of the room to return to normal as the temperature plummets. The ring gets a snarl and now it's not just smoke, but fire that dances over it's surface.
addressing Euphemia, Illyana covers the ring in her hand with her other hand. Thankfully efforts are being taken to keep this quiet because Illyana's powers are very visible if she cuts loose. "Why do we keep finding ourselves dealing with people like Emmy, Fayad ad so on? Why cant we just be happy?"
Euphemia raises a hand to the back of her head... loosing a long, and weary sigh from her lips. The ring itself doesn't seem to bother her... At least nowhere near as much as the comment that follows. "That was... That was what I thought about her at first. But she's trying to change, Yana. She talked to me all night, about boundaries. Wanting to pull away from people who are dangerous for her. Trying to focus her interests on the people closest to her. Please... try to be respectful of that, and try to give her the benefit of the doubt."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Illyana blinks that light away with a hiss, stars dancing in her eyes. "Fucking..." she says, louder than needs be. "Flash went off on my phone."
Euphemia says, turning to answer Yana's question, "...Maybe relationships are just like that. It's not about being perfect. It's not supposed to be some dream come true. They come with their own share of hardship. Maybe It's just a matter of finding the person worth holding out for.""
Euphemia pauses, for a moment... pondering Yana's words. "Do you... do you like me, Illy?"
"People suck and hurt you." Illyana shrugs, applying physical- and metaphysical pressure to the wooden ring. Fire glows from between her clasped palms now and there's a veritable inferno blazing, its heat palpable. "I just want to be happy and not suffer any more. It's impossible because of who and what I am; I'm dangerous for people I get close to."
"Oh hey." Illyana greets Vindicta. "How's my favourite police officer?" Her palms are clasped together, with something between them and the temperature around Illyana is far higher than it should be, though that aura is condenced upon herself.
"Bianchini not okay," Vindicta says quietly to Illyana, her voice as soft and sweet as ever as she steps up to the other two women, but her expression is saddened, and her attention is torn between the conversation here and one she is having on her phone. "Bianchini... hear news about Yana. Yesterday, at gym," she murmurs, though she does not expand upon it, instead flickering her eyes between Euphemia and Illyana. "... Maybe bad week for all," she whispers sullenly.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.