Patrollogs
(Novel's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Nov 4 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel rolls right in - and pauses, tilting, as he considers Illyana. And then, he laughs. "Yeah. That'll work."
Novel immediately turns away, not even leaving a bribe, offering Illyana a backwards wave, "She absolutely needs your fucking help. She won't listen to me. Have fucking fun with her."
Illyana waves to Novel. "How's things." she greets. "And how unfortunate for you." she tells Euphemia.
Novel remarks back to Euphemia, "Weird, but good. Anyway, I left a pot on the stove. You're in terrible fucking hands, Euphemia. But they're hands that know how to work with you. Oh -" He lifts a shoulder. "And she's not in the Disruptors anymore. Don't have to worry about a rabid Fayad. Bye."
Euphemia just gives Illyana a dead stare. She looks incredibly pissed.
Staring right on back, Illyana shrugs. "I mean, stare at me all you like, but I didn't kidnap you. I freed you in fact. I'm a hero."
Illyana has not in fact freed Euphemia, and has no intention to do anything of the sort just yet.
Euphemia rolls her eyes, sitting back against... whatever she has been propped up against. Her casual wear suggests she wasn't exactly expecting to be kidnapped today, but hey. She can never seem to catch a break. "... Sure. You want to fucking use me too. Just get it over with."
"You're acting as though I'm going to hurt you." Illyana shakes her head slowly. Beginning to pace, she leaves Euphemia exactly where she was deposited. "Fortunately for you," she tells the angelgirl, "I'm not a violent person. And I actually quite like you." Nodding to someone, she asks the man, "Your teamy. And I actually have nothing against the disruptors." Apparently, Illyana has fallen into the habit of ignoring angelborn like everyone else. There's some irony there.
"You're acting as though I'm going to hurt you." Illyana shakes her head slowly. Beginning to pace, she leaves Euphemia exactly where she was deposited. "Fortunately for you," she tells the angelgirl, "I'm not a violent person. And I actually quite like you." Nodding to where Novel just left, she asks the air "Your teamy with Emmy, Fayad, Lilah and Fayad. And I actually have nothing against the disruptors." Apparently, Illyana has fallen into the habit of ignoring angelborn like everyone else- There's some irony there, though Illyana doesn't seem to have noticed that just yet. "You cost me twenty six dollars, by the way." she tells Euphemia. It's not an accusation, just a casual comment, but when she turns back around to face the woman, she does something likely unexpected. Crouching before Euphemia, Illyana asks her, "Why do you think I want to use you?" And the question is clearly genuine. Illyana has no obvious tells as to why Euphemia would ask that. "Who do you actually think I am- No, what I am?"
Euphemia looses a long and weary sigh from her lips, that glacial blue gaze of hers slowly lowering to the floor. An icy blue abyss with no foreseeable depths... a recognizable resignation to those who have seen themselves wish for death. The shadows beneath her eyes tell a tale of long, sleepless nights... The frazzled mess of golden hair atop her head looking --quite literally, as of hell had warmed over. The messiness of her presentation suggests the woman has not gotten out of bed in weeks... giving up on anything she might have once had to ground her. "...You and I are the same." Euphemia murmurs, dejectedly. "We are both monsters. Driven to prey upon others. And I am simply driven to serve. I have tried, so hard... to resist the callings of my heritage. But it does not matter how much I try to be strong. Eventually, I am always forced to submit." Those dead eyes turn to Illyana, then... The subtle scents of cheap beer wafting over her lips. "...I am tired of fighting it. The only time I feel safe is when I am alone. And even then, people will barge in to take what they want. So if you want something, please just get it over with. I don't want to fight, anymore." Her voice hitches with emotion... but her expression maintains a practiced, stern frown. Set within her own ideals... And intent on pushing away everyone before they inevitably burn her.
Novels Syndicate Bargain 241105
(Novel's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Nov 4 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel rolls right in - and pauses, tilting, as he considers Illyana. And then, he laughs. "Yeah. That'll work."
Novel immediately turns away, not even leaving a bribe, offering Illyana a backwards wave, "She absolutely needs your fucking help. She won't listen to me. Have fucking fun with her."
Illyana waves to Novel. "How's things." she greets. "And how unfortunate for you." she tells Euphemia.
Novel remarks back to Euphemia, "Weird, but good. Anyway, I left a pot on the stove. You're in terrible fucking hands, Euphemia. But they're hands that know how to work with you. Oh -" He lifts a shoulder. "And she's not in the Disruptors anymore. Don't have to worry about a rabid Fayad. Bye."
Euphemia just gives Illyana a dead stare. She looks incredibly pissed.
Staring right on back, Illyana shrugs. "I mean, stare at me all you like, but I didn't kidnap you. I freed you in fact. I'm a hero."
Illyana has not in fact freed Euphemia, and has no intention to do anything of the sort just yet.
Euphemia rolls her eyes, sitting back against... whatever she has been propped up against. Her casual wear suggests she wasn't exactly expecting to be kidnapped today, but hey. She can never seem to catch a break. "... Sure. You want to fucking use me too. Just get it over with."
"You're acting as though I'm going to hurt you." Illyana shakes her head slowly. Beginning to pace, she leaves Euphemia exactly where she was deposited. "Fortunately for you," she tells the angelgirl, "I'm not a violent person. And I actually quite like you." Nodding to someone, she asks the man, "Your teamy. And I actually have nothing against the disruptors." Apparently, Illyana has fallen into the habit of ignoring angelborn like everyone else. There's some irony there.
"You're acting as though I'm going to hurt you." Illyana shakes her head slowly. Beginning to pace, she leaves Euphemia exactly where she was deposited. "Fortunately for you," she tells the angelgirl, "I'm not a violent person. And I actually quite like you." Nodding to where Novel just left, she asks the air "Your teamy with Emmy, Fayad, Lilah and Fayad. And I actually have nothing against the disruptors." Apparently, Illyana has fallen into the habit of ignoring angelborn like everyone else- There's some irony there, though Illyana doesn't seem to have noticed that just yet. "You cost me twenty six dollars, by the way." she tells Euphemia. It's not an accusation, just a casual comment, but when she turns back around to face the woman, she does something likely unexpected. Crouching before Euphemia, Illyana asks her, "Why do you think I want to use you?" And the question is clearly genuine. Illyana has no obvious tells as to why Euphemia would ask that. "Who do you actually think I am- No, what I am?"
Euphemia looses a long and weary sigh from her lips, that glacial blue gaze of hers slowly lowering to the floor. An icy blue abyss with no foreseeable depths... a recognizable resignation to those who have seen themselves wish for death. The shadows beneath her eyes tell a tale of long, sleepless nights... The frazzled mess of golden hair atop her head looking --quite literally, as of hell had warmed over. The messiness of her presentation suggests the woman has not gotten out of bed in weeks... giving up on anything she might have once had to ground her. "...You and I are the same." Euphemia murmurs, dejectedly. "We are both monsters. Driven to prey upon others. And I am simply driven to serve. I have tried, so hard... to resist the callings of my heritage. But it does not matter how much I try to be strong. Eventually, I am always forced to submit." Those dead eyes turn to Illyana, then... The subtle scents of cheap beer wafting over her lips. "...I am tired of fighting it. The only time I feel safe is when I am alone. And even then, people will barge in to take what they want. So if you want something, please just get it over with. I don't want to fight, anymore." Her voice hitches with emotion... but her expression maintains a practiced, stern frown. Set within her own ideals... And intent on pushing away everyone before they inevitably burn her.