LionsandTrolls: the timeline? It's kind of whenever you think fits. So, yeah... Sorry. I'm glad you liked it!
DeadGirl19: Thank you! I am so glad you lied them :) I literally have no idea what I'm doing with this, but I hope that the end result is good!
Disclaimer: *stares adoringly at the battling gods* are they not wonderful.
*talks to self* of course they're wonderful! Can you not see the sight before your eyes?
*tries to glare at self and goes cross-eyed* shut up! I know what I'm doing...
Yeah right...
I DO I DO I DO! YOU DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING! YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU OWN SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT!
IF I BELIEVE THAT YOU DO TOO!
NO I DO NOT! THAT IS YOUR MISTAKE AND YOUR MISTAKE ONLY!
*goes off and sulks*
Fine. Be that way... *imagines wall being put up by the two main divisions of mind whilst minor parts laugh randomly at things.*
Guys... I would like you to pay tribute to DeadGirl19. Tomorrow she will be leaving us for a tormentous two weeks without ffnet. If we never see her again, she had died from angst. We will always remember her, and love her stories.
Darquesse opened her eyes and saw the room. Then she bit her tongue in annoyance. What the hell was that thing? And… why did she feel a presence next to herself? Darquesse flipped off the bed and hung on to the ceiling by her feet while furtively looking at the source of the disruption to her senses. She growled when she felt the person leaving the room and going out of range. They were obviously advanced- they had moved in the space of two seconds! Darquesse narrowed her eyes and bared *,* straight white teeth in consideration- should she kill it or should she try to ally with it.
Kill it, duh. Her subconscious told her. Smirking, Darquesse gracefully ran down the wall and onto the floor as she composed plan of how she could eliminate the creature. Then Val spoke up. No! Stop killing things. What if it can help us... Please stop killing... Darquesse halted abruptly, her leg muscles tensing mindstride. Falling to the ground, she asked her good counterpart a question. I'm always here, Valkyrie answered. I just don't show myself much. I'm weak, like you were. Darquesse wanted to slap the girl for that, but knew it was true. She had been weak, and if she tried hard she might just be able to exterminate Valkyrie Cain like the girl had never been able to do to her. But no. She couldn't do that.
She could subdue Val, but if she killed her off then she would infiltrate Darquesse because they were, essentially, the sane person: if one was killed the other would die to. Darquesse had no desire to kill herself and so Valkyrie would stay. Leech.
Pushing herself up off the floor, Darquesse questioned the girl what exactly she should do, then. Sneak up behind it, knock it out, tie it up, then propose your teamwork idea to it when it awakens,Val said. Darquesse grudgingly accepted the plan as a good one, but tossed an insult into her compliment. You know, this is why people didn't like you before. You are just too brutal and nasty to have any friends... No wonder your parents prefer the reflection. At the mention of the reflection, Darquesse felt Val's anger heating up and she knew that with a little prodding it would be hers for the taking when she wanted it. She didn't yet, though; so Darquesse let Valkyrie's anger simmer.
Slipping out the room into the dark hallway, Darquesse followed the faint scent of magic that she picked up. Stalking the shape up the stairs, she only had a seconds warning of the shape falling into her from above.
Darquesse woke up and flipped onto her side, dagger poised right over the heart of the figure... Which was now gone. She ran after it heedlessly, but was too swift in following. The figure stepped out another doorway and Darquesse felt a sharp pain travel down her body in ridges if pain before she died.
Darquesse started to wake... And then felt an icy shock as something pierced her heart.
She woke. She felt the shadow slip out, but pretended not to. Finally sliding her eyes open, Darquesse rose gracefully from the bed. Slipping out the door, she closed it gently and made sure that her clothes did not catch on anything. Creeping down the darkened hallway, she did not have to go far before she encountered a stairway. Placing one ivory hand in the bannister, she flipped herself over it so she could float down to the floor far below. If the figure was there it would be very rude if it looked up. Darquesse hoped it had manners.
Anyways. Darquesse touched down silently and followed the grand passageway to the lobby. Dark oak wood and rich tapestry's gave way to cool marble floors and pillars stretching out from the tiled floor and arching over glassless windows. She stepped forwards, wanting to embrace the light air that was alluring to her heightened senses. That was when she was murdered the fourth time.
When Darquesse woke up she was irritatee. And then she felt the presence run away again. Coward. She got out her bed and- since when had it become her bed. She was not to get attached to anything. Narrowing her eyes in irritation, Darquesse stormed down to the stairwell again. This time she was not going to be theoretical. She made herself a cloak for effect anyway- ooh. Totally completed the outfit! Val told her. Darquesse moved back from the stairwell to look in a mirror. She was clothed in the dark clothes Ghastly had recently made for her- for Val, and they were slightly different from usual with Darquesse affecting her mind. The trousers were the same as always: tight at the top, bottom parts flaring out but cinched tight by her boots. But her boots were buckled. Straps ran across them to hold them tight and comfortable in a battle-maiden manner, and Darquesse loved it. It added emphasis to the rest of her outfit. A hint of a black T-shirt stuck out from where Val's badass jacket clung to Darquesse. The bottom was zipped up, but then it was open until the top where a strap crossed Darquesse's neck- a sharp contrast to her pale skin. Straight dark hair fell past Darquesse's face in an unbroken wave, and dark eyes stared out stonily from her pretty features. The cloak was made of the same protective material that Darquesse had identified within Val's clothes, and yet it was billowing and... Furry. A shoulder strap held it to her body and let it fall across her back, yet didn't obstruct her stick. Darquesse walked down the hall a ways, but then turned- letting the cloak catch air a fly up like wings, then halted in front of the mirror again and saw how it twisted before staying still.
It was amazing.
Tossing her hair away from her face, Darquesse continued storming down to confront the savage who had murdered her so many times. She jumped down the floors, then rustled ominously down the hallway to the lobby. It was empty. Darquesse settled herself in a white-wicker chair with a comfortable cream satin pillow on it. She let her head fall back and her hair pool down the chair while her cloak trailed down the chair and along where the goddess had walked. She waited until she felt the curious absence that had hidden the figure before. Letting it gather energy and power to throw itself at her, Darquesse waited I'm seeming oblivion. Then the figure flew through the air toward her and Darquesse quickly amassed the energy she needed to take it down. Gathering up her power into a ball if energy, Darquesse threw it.
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