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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 28, 2020 1:30:22 GMT
"Alright..."
He matched her gaze with hers before spowly asking, "Have you ever thought you might regret finding out why you are the way you are? That you might eventually prefer not knowing why you share an identity with this other person you dislike and distrust?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 28, 2020 1:48:01 GMT
Shw looked amused by this. “She didn’t use to hate me. We were best friends. Always together. We changed often to speak with eachother, to play.” Suddenly she stared into the distance, as if she could see into The past and into that dank little cell with the moss growing in the walls. “But then some of my...habits...well, they frightened her. Even though the first one we did together.”
She focused on him again as the corners of her mouth turned up into a wolfish parody of a smile. “I’m here now because she asked me to be. To do her dirty work for her. One Lockhart down.” She held you her open ha d and slowly bent one finger toward her palm. “And then...”
She decided not to tell him about the basement where she had finally drunk her fill. “I would like to know. And then it will be easier for me to stay. I’m stronger. I deserve it.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 28, 2020 19:54:02 GMT
"I know very little about your condition, Juliette. I would want your permission before investigating with magic... but I am a trained exorcist. Demons, spirits, Mistborne parasites... there is very little I haven't encountered in my travels. So if you would ever like me to delve into your condition and seek answers, I am willing to do so."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 28, 2020 20:37:27 GMT
She hissed at him and pulled back to the corner of the bed against the wall. “You will not. She wants me, whatever she says. She needs me. I balance her. I am her twin.”
“So you came to threaten me? Is that it?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 29, 2020 0:30:53 GMT
He frowned. "I can investigate without actually separating the pair of you. It would only take a few minutes and you will remain as you were when I walked into the room."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 29, 2020 0:47:14 GMT
“I know what I am,” she retorted. Before she could consider her options, she told him the thing she had only learned that day. “Child of Averatas. No demon. And among the first of them.”
If she was angry at herself for telling him. Her posture did not say. Perhaps a slight change in the fierce way she glared at him. But she was.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 29, 2020 0:54:37 GMT
"Has the night god spoken to you directly?"
It was probably an odd question, but in light of recent revelations, it was the first one he felt the need to ask.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 29, 2020 1:00:25 GMT
Now she faltered, for perhaps the first time since she was young. “He has not...yet.” Her fierce facade returned. “But I have met others like me. Who have taken what is rightfully theirs.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 29, 2020 1:07:11 GMT
Herneiros slowly nodded, free of judgment or condemnation. "Would you tell me how it began?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 29, 2020 1:16:14 GMT
She had been born from a mirror and darkness and blood and with the words of a woman called Maggy. She remembered that now.
She shook her head. “I remember a black mirror.” She grinned. “And then we killed him. Together. He hurt her. He deserved it.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 29, 2020 1:19:15 GMT
"Do you remember anything before that moment when you joined? Anything at all? Not even a memory, just a flicker of a sound or image?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 29, 2020 1:25:35 GMT
“I’m not sure...” She even looked abashed. But the fury kept returning as quickly as it was lost. “Why are you asking me so many questions? Who are you to question me this way? Impertinent boy.” She got to her feet and began moving toward him. Eventually she stood in front of him and used one finger to lift his chin. “I dislike impertinent boys. Perhaps you are seeking punishment.”
She licked her lips. “That I can give gladly.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 29, 2020 2:04:20 GMT
He reached and gently took her hand and slowly lowered it from his face. His voice was soft and comforting. "It's okay, Juliette. I don't hate you. And I don't fear you. I am sure you remember that fiend I banished with a word. But I don't think you're like that creature. I think you're an orphan like me, in a plane that is unkind to orphans. And I am sorry that this world makes you angry or uncomfortable, and feel the need to lash out. If you want me to go... I will go. No spells, no moralizing, no judgment. But I think you have many interesting stories and notions... and I hope one day you will share them with me."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 29, 2020 2:13:11 GMT
Kindness? After all of that?
“You are weak. Like she is. There is no room in this world for people like you. It will chew you up and spit you out.” She pulled her hand back and raised it like she would strike him. And then she lowered it and went back to sitting on the the bed, this time perched on the very very edge of it as though she would spring forward at any moment. “You interest me. You may stay. I’ve had my fill of boys for the day anyway, so you are lucky.”
“What did you come to speak to her about?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 29, 2020 2:35:53 GMT
"Not just her. I think you deserve a say. Anyway... How would you like to go on an adventure with me? Into the Mist?"
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