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Post by Shade on Nov 1, 2007 14:45:16 GMT -5
Before the last of the powers - the Doctor´s ability to heal which Shade´s demonic self inwardly snarled at as useless, and Shona´s abilities - manifested, there was still a very remote part of Shade´s true self present and for a moment she hesitated, seeing the dispair in his eyes. Her true self loved him, was desperate about what had happened and felt her heart twist at the sight of him on his knees, but that part was wiped away completely when the magic completed itself. Shade was gone. A dark presence, so unlike herself had taken over, a presence sharing her memories but nothing else.
She made the chicken cage slam into the wall, making it fly past Gambit´s face for well calculated inches, chuckling as she did a step towards him. She clicked her tongue as she stopped in front of him and took him by the chin, looking at his face with a cold and cruelly amused gaze. "Aww...What is it that troubles you, little thief?" she asked with a triumphant smirk.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 2, 2007 0:34:35 GMT -5
Gambit couldn't take his eyes of her, even though he was scared. When the cage flew past him, he flinched, but never moved back, transfixed in front of the majestic presence of power in front of him. Shade had become more powerful than he had planned to become himself through the ritual; he didn't doubt it. The abilities aside (and he could see at least telepathy, metal manipulation and his own charging powers), it showed in her eyes, in her entire attitude, and all he found he could do was to just stare and obey.
He couldn't even lie to her. Wouldn't dare.
"I've failed," he replied. "Failure always troubles me."
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Post by Shade on Nov 2, 2007 2:27:23 GMT -5
The fact that he replied to her in such a manner, that she could read no lie in his thoughts and the obvious fear and admiration in Gambit´s eyes filled Shade with a cruel glee, a feeling of power that was as entirely strange to her being as everything else she was and did right now. With a flick of her powers, she sensed a knife. She remembered it was the knife Gambit had used earlier; her memories of the ritual were as clear as anything else, the effect of the drug was gone as completely as her old self.
The metal of the knife´s blade answered to her powers, floating towards her and she directed at in a way so the blade was against Gambit´s throat, not cutting, but an obvious threat and a clear demonstration of her power against his helplessness. In the light of the torches, the remains of the chicken´s blood were still visible on the blade. His words angered her, made her gaze harden. "Failure." she snarled. "You see my power as a failure?" The dark creature that had taken over her mind and powers understood that the fact it had taken over was due to the ritual, understood as well that things should have been reversed.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 2, 2007 2:35:50 GMT -5
Gambit was caught in a verbal trap, one he would have escaped if he had control over situation like he had always had with Shade - before - but now he was effectively caught with nothing to answer. Yes, he had failed - in his own plans, but to admit that to her NOW, to insist that there were some plans against her and to his own benefit, was beyond possible.
Still, there were always several versions of honesty, so he used that small chance of saving his life - as he thought his life was nearly over, with the knife pointing directly at his throat. "No, I don't," he said. "Your power... is the greatest gain."
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Post by Shade on Nov 2, 2007 2:46:13 GMT -5
The side of the blade pressed against Gambit´s throat a little more firmly, but still not cutting. From her memories, Shade´s dark presence remembered something, remembered that once she had found traces of cuts on his neck and chin. The memory included her being worried about those cuts and she inwardly growled both, at the fact that her old self had felt worry and at what he had told her about who had caused the cuts.
Using her metal manipulating powers once more, she quickly dissolved the knife, its hilt falling to the floor when the blade reformed itself, looking almost fluid for a moment, before she turned it into a thin but effective chain that closed around his neck like around a dog´s. Tugging on it, she knew it would force him to get back to his legs if he didn´t want it the painful way. She chuckled at his words, most obviously his attempt to get his head out of the sling, but she accepted that for now. He would find oportunity to make up for his stupidity. Killing him now would take away so much fun. "Good for you we agree on that." she said with her head tilted to the head slightly, before she decided to try out Shona´s powers and a massive pair of white wings, so not matching the dark thing she had become, erupted from her shoulder blades.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 2, 2007 3:06:58 GMT -5
Gambit obediently scrambled to his feet, following the tug of the chain on his neck. The knife was gone, and he was so glad at that, he would do anything to remain alive.
He stared at her wings, mentally trying to calculate the number of powers she'd already exhibited. Wherever did she get them all? It wasn't 'programmed' in the ritual, no at all...
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Post by Shade on Nov 2, 2007 3:14:34 GMT -5
Shade flapped the wings probingly, very content with finding there were new, strong muscles on her back and chest, ready to carry her if she wanted to. When Shona´s wings showed they would also cover her upper body in feathers, but Shade foun no use in that, thus it didn´t happen with her. She flapped her wings again, leaping onto the stage with catlike agility, not turning but still looking at Gambit as she did so. Digging through his most pronounced thoughts, she found confusion and chuckled. Her dark side knew where all those powers came from.
"I gave you my powers, remember?" she said with an evil smirk. "So now I have yours. And those of all the ones I used my powers on." She gave the chain another tug that would came him stumble forwards and against the stage, closer to her. She cowered down, half spreading her wings and took him by the chain in the mock of an affectionate gesture, charging a few elements of the chain in a playful threat. "even Rogue´s."
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Post by Gambit on Nov 2, 2007 3:28:59 GMT -5
Gambit stumbled forward, following the pull on his chain. He came to stop by the stage, looking up at Shade, being literally and figuratively at her feet, and he found that he couldn't help but admire the frightening yet impressive transformation she'd gone through.
Her words explained a lot to him. For a brief second, he was glad that she probably hadn't used her powers on too many people, yet the combination of telepathy, metal manipulation, wings, explosive powers and death touch was more than enough. And, judging by Shade's behavior, she wasn't going to stick all those powers into a safe corner in her brain and just be her own self... she looked like she was going to find means to thoroughly enjoy it all.
He saw his chain being charged by his- her powers, but it didn't frighten him now. He realized she remained in control, but she hadn't killed him with the knife before, so she wouldn't kill him now, since, apparently, she found no purpose in ridding him of his now fairly useless life. It was like a domination-submission game, only it wasn't a game, and, as if protecting himself, Gambit fully switched into submission mode, which brought him not only willingness to obey Shade's every wish, but also calmness and trust that she wouldn't harm him if he behaved. He still kept his mouth shut, now more out of subordinacy than out of fear, but his features showed he relaxed in that new role a little bit, and she would pick it up with her telepathy if she used it.
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Post by Shade on Nov 2, 2007 3:40:39 GMT -5
Shade studied him like a prey, still holding on to the chain. It wasn´t a necessary thing to do since she had free command over his every movement both, through metal manipulation and telepathy, but it was just so much more fun to show physical dominance. Shade´s old and affectionate self would have had to take some efforts to get into a role like this, to be able to indulge in the sight of Gambit so obedient. It had usually been him having the upper hand when making love, sometimes she had taken initiative and charge, but this was far beyond anything her old self would ever have done: enjoying her own cruelty.
Again, she remorselessly peeked into his thoughts, noticing that he did not cower in fear as much as he had moments ago. She let out a growl at that, not liking that Gambit seemed to think he was safe. She released the chain and gave him a push as if she were discarding something useless, her push strengthened tenfold by her metal manipulating powers that worked on the chain and on his belt buckle.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 2, 2007 3:48:00 GMT -5
Gambit fell - or, rather, flew backwards at her push, falling down on the floor. He nearly bit his tongue when his teeth knocked together as his head hit the floor hard, and a small groan of pain escaped his throat. But far worse than pain was the newly found fear that Shade didn't want him - didn't need him. She had the right to, but to realize that she found him useless, that he couldn't serve her as she would want to, was hurtful and frightening. He raised his head, his eyes meeting hers, even though it was a no-go by submission-domination rules, but he was almost desperate. "Tell me what to do," he said finally, hoping she still wanted him to make amends for everything he'd done - maybe then he'd be able to please her.
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Post by Shade on Nov 2, 2007 3:56:31 GMT -5
Shade watched him with a cruel smile, still cowering on the edge of the stage like an evil angel on the roof of a cathedral, unmoving for a moment. Gambit´s groan, the fear and dispair in his eyes and mind tugged on her, fuelled the dark creature´s joy which for a split moment was interrupted by something. It never showed in her demandour and her voodoo altered self pushed that down with all force, quenching it, but for a very brief moment, Shade´s old self wailed in dispair at the sight of him, desparately trying to return back to her old self, put an end to this madness. But it was a lost battle before it begun, a single sand corn in a desert of cruelty.
Be careful what you wish for. She used her telepathy to speak with him, to demonstrate she did not even need words. The things I could make you do...
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Post by Gambit on Nov 2, 2007 4:04:38 GMT -5
Gambit rose a little from the floor, still looking at her. Careful what you wish for... He knew that rule very well, and still the desire to please her and his lingering wish to trust her completely - trust meant emotional safety and less physical pain - made him not step back from his offer. "It would be you and no one else," he said.
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Post by Shade on Nov 2, 2007 4:14:33 GMT -5
With a flap of her wings she was off the stage, strolling towards him with the strud of someone who is equally sure and brazen about her powers being nearly unlimited. "Really?" Shade asked. It was a test. She did not doubt she was very well capable of having him do everything she wished him to do, but Gambit did not seem to understand the full impact of that; or maybe he chose not to. "I could even make you kill." She mercilessly dug through his mind. It took her some effort as she found his own powers shielded her from telepathy to some extent. She didn´t like that and her gaze hardened. "I could make you kill whoever I please." She kept his gaze locked with hers, curious whether he would get the impact of that idea.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 2, 2007 4:21:07 GMT -5
Gambit's lips opened slightly in surprise. She did look mean, but he hadn't realized just how evil she'd become - until now. Or was she joking? He hoped she was.
He never liked killing - at the very least, would never kill someone he thought didn't deserve it. By Shade's look, it seemed like her choice of options was much larger.
"Is killing all Gambit good for?" he asked.
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Post by Shade on Nov 2, 2007 4:34:28 GMT -5
The little sandcorn that was real Shade struggled against evil, woken by his words that reminded the eveil creature that her real self would rather have died than asking such a thing from him, that her real self would have died for him, loved him more than anyone. It drowned, its wordless, tormented scream staying unheard and unseen. She raised an eyebrow at him, not pleased with the fact that his words were trying to test her, or at least so it seemed to her at this moment.
"You may try to prove he´s not." she said.
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