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melodiesoflife2016-11-19 12:29 pm
gorgeous_sin) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-11-19 12:29 pm
Entry tags:
Numb Feeling, Whole Dizziness
WHO: Lust, Ira, Mikleo (Open to anyone else she's got enough CR with that she would have invited them)
WHAT: Lust doesn't think she represses anything about herself. She's about to discover how wrong she is. There WILL be a monster fight in this one.
WHEN: November 12th
WHERE: Palitutu's Laboratory - Aqures Ixen
Lust surrendered her crystal to the Moogle and folded her arms. The white crystal was flat and round, much like a skipping stone, but the facets sparkled deep like diamonds, reflecting a tiny glimpse of multiple colors when it caught the light just right.
"Which job do you want to keep?"
"It doesn't matter. Pick one," she sighed, flicking back some of the dark bangs that hung in front of her eye. There really was little point to this, if she didn't have a shadow to begin with. For one thing, she was sure this didn't apply to humans. For another, she had nothing to repress. As long as she'd been alive, she'd harbored no shame for her crimes and selfishness. That was simply who she was, and the way she was made to be.
Her gaze drifted to the few who had come to attend this pointless ceremony. If they truly insisted upon being here, so be it. It made them feel like they were being good friends, and it wasn't as if she were bothered by their presence or concern. They'd see soon enough that their worries were entirely unfounded.
The machine hummed, and Lust turned her head back to the empty space in front of her. As she suspected, there was nothing there. For several moments she waited, until she exhaled and let her arms fall back to her sides. "I think that's long enough, don't you?"
"You're afraid."
The voice was so soft, barely a whisper. And it was coming from behind her. It took Lust a moment to realize the origin of the voice, and she spun around to stare at a woman's back. She recognized the raven hair, the pale skin, and the clinging black garments. But the figure was so translucent that she was barely there, completely transparent in some places. Slowly she turned at Lust, and smiled with a gentleness that looked entirely foreign on that lovely face that was usually so cold and uninvested.
Lust narrowed her eyes. This wasn't right. She'd only witnessed a few shadows, but she'd seen enough to know that they were supposed to be vicious, tearing their counterparts to pieces with their words and insults. This one looked at her with pity.
After gauging Lust's reaction, the Calamity homunculus chuckled, not unkindly. "You didn't think I existed. I can see that part of you still refuses to believe in me, but I assure you. I am there."
"...What are you?" Lust was not convinced. She shot a dark look at the Moogle operating the machine before that poisonous glare moved to the others assembled close by. Had they set this up in advance?
"Come now. You know what I am, though you're not entirely wrong to blame them for my existence." Calamity Lust shook her head, still wearing that sympathetic smile. "I'm your humanity.
"Impossible." Lust almost bit off the word, her expression cold.
"Is it? I wonder~" She reached a hand toward Lust's face, only to have it swatted away with a backhanded slap. "Don't reject me, Lust. I may be weak, but I am there, waiting for you to acknowledge me. And let me grow." She reached for Lust again, this time with both hands, and the homunculus took several steps back, hand resting on the pommel of her dark sword. "Is it really so hard to believe that I could exist without the use of a magic stone?"
Given the hateful disgust written clearly on Lust's face and the tension of her body, she did indeed find it impossible to believe a word the Shadow was saying.
It continued to watch her with a sad smile, but the glow of her eyes was steadily growing dangerously bright.
WHAT: Lust doesn't think she represses anything about herself. She's about to discover how wrong she is. There WILL be a monster fight in this one.
WHEN: November 12th
WHERE: Palitutu's Laboratory - Aqures Ixen
Lust surrendered her crystal to the Moogle and folded her arms. The white crystal was flat and round, much like a skipping stone, but the facets sparkled deep like diamonds, reflecting a tiny glimpse of multiple colors when it caught the light just right.
"Which job do you want to keep?"
"It doesn't matter. Pick one," she sighed, flicking back some of the dark bangs that hung in front of her eye. There really was little point to this, if she didn't have a shadow to begin with. For one thing, she was sure this didn't apply to humans. For another, she had nothing to repress. As long as she'd been alive, she'd harbored no shame for her crimes and selfishness. That was simply who she was, and the way she was made to be.
Her gaze drifted to the few who had come to attend this pointless ceremony. If they truly insisted upon being here, so be it. It made them feel like they were being good friends, and it wasn't as if she were bothered by their presence or concern. They'd see soon enough that their worries were entirely unfounded.
The machine hummed, and Lust turned her head back to the empty space in front of her. As she suspected, there was nothing there. For several moments she waited, until she exhaled and let her arms fall back to her sides. "I think that's long enough, don't you?"
"You're afraid."
The voice was so soft, barely a whisper. And it was coming from behind her. It took Lust a moment to realize the origin of the voice, and she spun around to stare at a woman's back. She recognized the raven hair, the pale skin, and the clinging black garments. But the figure was so translucent that she was barely there, completely transparent in some places. Slowly she turned at Lust, and smiled with a gentleness that looked entirely foreign on that lovely face that was usually so cold and uninvested.
Lust narrowed her eyes. This wasn't right. She'd only witnessed a few shadows, but she'd seen enough to know that they were supposed to be vicious, tearing their counterparts to pieces with their words and insults. This one looked at her with pity.
After gauging Lust's reaction, the Calamity homunculus chuckled, not unkindly. "You didn't think I existed. I can see that part of you still refuses to believe in me, but I assure you. I am there."
"...What are you?" Lust was not convinced. She shot a dark look at the Moogle operating the machine before that poisonous glare moved to the others assembled close by. Had they set this up in advance?
"Come now. You know what I am, though you're not entirely wrong to blame them for my existence." Calamity Lust shook her head, still wearing that sympathetic smile. "I'm your humanity.
"Impossible." Lust almost bit off the word, her expression cold.
"Is it? I wonder~" She reached a hand toward Lust's face, only to have it swatted away with a backhanded slap. "Don't reject me, Lust. I may be weak, but I am there, waiting for you to acknowledge me. And let me grow." She reached for Lust again, this time with both hands, and the homunculus took several steps back, hand resting on the pommel of her dark sword. "Is it really so hard to believe that I could exist without the use of a magic stone?"
Given the hateful disgust written clearly on Lust's face and the tension of her body, she did indeed find it impossible to believe a word the Shadow was saying.
It continued to watch her with a sad smile, but the glow of her eyes was steadily growing dangerously bright.