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Post by Legion on May 19, 2012 16:12:03 GMT -6
There Patrick was, minding his own business, smoking a cigarette in the hall, his mind wandering the past events, tinged with nostalgia and reminded of current events. It was really just him marveling at how he got to be here exactly. Well, perhaps not marveling but reflecting, yeah, that was a better word. About how he had gotten into the current position that he was in. The whole being school captain thing. Because, honestly? He didn't really give a shit if the school collapsed around him. For the most part, he just wanted to be left alone. And yet, he found himself as the school captain, supposedly trying to protect the school. Funny, at first he was trying just to get the reputation of a tough fighter, one that was stronger then the SC. He didn't plan on taking the title, but he was forced to when the fight didn't play out the way he wanted to. Wouldn't of had the desired reputation bonus. So unfortunately he took the title, looking to pawn it off as soon as he possibly could.
Funny, now he wanted to keep the title. Not that he cared anymore about the school, but now there was someone. Someone here that he wanted to protect. Keeping the title was the best way to do that. And so he played along with the game, not too terribly enthusiastically but he did his job. And so Patrick sighed when some one punched a nerd in the gut right in front of him, demanding lunch money. The guy got in another hit before Patrick spoke up in a very unenthusiastic tone, putting out his cigarette on the wall as he did, "Ye know I'm really annoyed that ye did that here."
The bully stopped looking at him, beady little eyes focusing on him. He dropped the kid looking at Patrick, trying to place the face he saw in front of him.
"Because now that I see that," Patrick said continuing, "I have to do something about it."
Patrick pushed off against the wall and started making his way towards the thug as the thug turned to face him, asking in the typical rebellious voice, "Oh yea? What are you going to do?"
"Yer gonna have to take a little nap, so ye learn yer lesson," Patrick said bored, having already judged the kid's skill. However, being the kid that he was, the thug charged Patrick right away without thought, winding up a huge right hand. One that Patrick easily slipped, throwing a counter right hand as he did. As the kid collapsed to the punch Patrick dropped his arm sighing, "Why do they always have to pull this shit in front of me?"
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 19, 2012 19:10:55 GMT -6
School!
She was getting used to this place. Sure, it was different from the one she had been trained to learn about...but it wasn't like she couldn't figure it out fast enough. She had that special talent of drawing or writing something and then memorizing it....So..that was just what she was doing!! She was drawing her a map. Yep yep! Couldn't very well just be wandering about aimlessly all the time, then how would she know how to get away if something happened to compromise her?
Silly people...
What people? Well the ones that ran around in her head. Oh she knew they were not real, but they were there just the same, and since Feht didn't have any friends, well they would just have to do....cause yeah...SHE GOT LONELY! Besides, if it wasn't for her friends then she wouldn't have known that she needed to change up her outfits a little bit. Honestly, what was she thinking? Wearing the same thing twice in a row that one day! Normal girls didn't do that...She knew...She had been watching...
>__>
<__<
Stealthily.....
So yeah....Today was something different...though of course holding true to the theme, though in her mind of course she just assumed that this was what "school girls" wore...because well....Google said so. (And in Feht Land, Google was all knowing)
Notepad in one hand, pencil in the other, she skipped her way down the hallway....minding her own business as she drew her current path, those black eyes glancing upward every now and then to make sure to catch any markers or specific symbols to designate where she was...
Oh! Water fountain!
*scribble scribble scribble*
A little giggle escaping her as she wrinkled her nose and tilted her head to observe the drawing she had just done. Though the sound of a scuffle would draw her attention away from her picture, bringing her skipping to a halt as she glanced around for the cause of such and her eyes fell upon.........people. Yeah...one face striking her as one she should know...but then that lasted about half a second before she shrugged it off, forgot it and giggled idly to herself.
How nice...They were playing!
She wanted to play...BUT she had to focus!!
*focus face!*
Which, for the record, she totally failed at. But at least she tried!! Yet she almost completely forgot what she was supposed to be doing...and had she not dropped her pencil in the midst of this..forgetting thing...she might not have ever remembered....BUT lucky for Feht she did drop said pencil and as it clattered to the ground she was snapped back to what she was supposed to be doing.
DRAWING!!!
"Oopsies!!! No accent in her tone, in fact it sounded a little bubbly and hyper, even for the small amount of actual speaking she was doing. Nothing like her other half...Not that she knew that, but whatever! Not important!
Bending down, she quickly snatched up her pencil, totally unaware of the two guys behind her staring at her ass the whole time...because well...if she had been, she really would have gotten distracted and played with them.
Righting herself, she glanced around once more, serious face on....back to drawing....distracted by shiny wrapper....and then back to drawing....The tip of her tongue barely sticking out as she bit down upon it to try ad be all....yeah well...serious.
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Post by Legion on May 20, 2012 0:39:44 GMT -6
"Oopsies!!!"
The voice caused Patrick's head to look up. There was something about it. Something that made him feel like he should know it. He just couldn't place what it was so he looked up. What he saw? The partial view of something he had had the distinct pleasure of viewing in full before, though he wasn't staring like the other two boys had been. In fact, if what had happened had done so on any less odd circumstances he might have had a word with them. All the same though, with the accent he wasn't able to place who it was until she stood all the way up.
It was Kazumi? That wasn't her accent though, nor were those her eyes. Patrick would have said it was merely her doppelganger, if it weren't for the scar on her neck. That couldn't be as easily replicated by random chance. It had to be her. But her speech, her mannerisms were so completely different. It didn't take Patrick long though to formulate what seemed to be a solid opinion.
Looking her in her black eyes Patrick stepped away from the downed kid and towards her asking in his irish accent, degree of uncertainty in his voice, "Phee?"
Patrick remembered her talk about blacking out. Patrick suspected some sort of multiple personality thing, something to do with Phee actually getting some time in the driver's seat. And well, now he was looking at his chance to figure it out first hand...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 20, 2012 0:49:52 GMT -6
She was busy drawing....Drawing her map so that next time she would know exactly where the water fountain was...because then she could get a drink! Yes...that was it! Drink! Then all of a sudden she heard a name, and for a split second she recognized said name. Wasn't that what she used to be called? Before she was born? Her black eyes looking up toward the guy who had said it, the one who again came across as familiar, at least for a moment, before her mind again lost that train of thought and she giggled.
Shaking her head she would rock back and forth on her heels and look at him, not flinching away or trying to make excuses, he was just wrong and she could fix that! Yep yep! "Nope! I am Feht...Used to be Phee, but Master said my name is Feht now...So yeah...That's me!"
Look at her! Talking to people instead of playing with them. She was so smart! Or so she liked to tell herself. Of course, if she knew that was how she was supposed to interact with people she might have not thought she was so smart...But she was on a mission to blend currently...and well this seemed like as good a place as any to start.....Conversation. Yes..she had Google'd it damnit!
A little smile, bright and all too innocent crossing her lips even though there was something very off and very disturbing about the mixture of it with the look in her eyes. But then, she was kind of a vacant soul behind those eyes....nothing more than pain and torture really on her mind..Though she did try so hard to think of other stuff.
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Post by Legion on May 20, 2012 20:42:36 GMT -6
"Feht huh?" Patrick asked, contemplatively. How interesting, how very, very interesting. So that was the name of this personality. However, it was Phee, at least formerly. Until her so called master changed it. Patrick didn't really have to strain his mind too hard to figure out who master was though. However, it would appear that he was at an interesting crossroads now. He wanted to help Kazumi, but the real question now though was how? Did he tell this, Feht, that he killed her master, and did she even know he was gone? Did he act abrasively to this personality or not? Patrick had to admit that he didn't care at all for this Feht, however he did care about Kazumi, immensely. He wasn't about to go about taking wild risks without any idea of the ramifications of any action.
Patrick's brow furrowed slightly as he looked into Kazumi, no Feht's eyes. While Kazumi was the stronger personality, and the body belonged to her Patrick held no delusions that the one standing before him were Kazumi. No, this was Feht, and Kazumi was the vessel, of sorts. Somewhere deep down Kazumi was in there. Patrick wished to draw her out, but as he said before, he wasn't about to do anything rash. For now, he'd play this game with Feht, and when the opportunity presented itself, he would strike without hesitation.
As Patrick looked into her eyes he saw a plethora different looks and emotions in her eyes. It was something that Patrick might find unsettling if he hadn't seen as much as he had. There was no point in being put off by this, that would serve no purpose except to make his response muddled and ineffective, which was unacceptable. He saw the odd sort of innocence, mixed with pain, but he also saw the danger present. Having known a little of Phee, and the look in Feht's eyes, Patrick was full aware that he had to stay on guard. Violence was only a step away here, and there was no telling when that step would, or even if it would happen.
"Tell me about yer master," Patrick said, quite curiously, figuring there was no harm in that. It was really only an information gathering question, with no action attached to it. Although one could take it as odd that Patrick wasn't immediately appalled at the idea of her having a master, or at the very least not visible perturbed by it. Then again though, he did know the ultimate truth about the fate of her master...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 20, 2012 21:00:49 GMT -6
Aaaannnnd she was distracted again! Those black eyes darting down to her paper as she started to draw again...Despite the differences in the personalities, there were some traits that both held and shared no matter what kind of separation had occurred....Drawing was one of them. Feht could draw super awesome good!
He was taking too long to speak, and though she was fully aware of his presence the entire time, she had much more important things to worry about....Like her map! Yep yep! She had to get this done before she went wandering about again and getting lost. Do you know what it is like to end up in a closet?! NOT FUN!
She would pout slightly as the thought crossed her mind, though just then he spoke and she would glance up at him and purse her lips slightly. The question was....odd. Not so much because she didn't understand it, but because of the fact that she wasn't sure what the rules were on this one....Back at the other school, there was no speaking of Master...But then, things were different now....Master had left her alone..for now, and well....the rules were changing...
"Master is..." She rocked back and forth on her heels, nibbling her lower lip as she lowered her pencil down as well as her notebook. "Master is the one who found me...and he made me stronger...and he taught me how to play with others. Master says I am his special girl...His Feht...But I don't really know where Master is right now." That was about as close to affection as Feht could get, and it showed, just slightly in her tone....though it was gone just as soon as it had come and she would giggle and bounce forward onto the toes of her shoes before falling back.
Though it was really bugging her on how she knew this guy...Her eyes narrowing just slightly as she reached up and twirled her pencil around in a lock of her hair...Tilting her head slightly to the side. "Have I played with you before?" She didn't think so....No...She remembered the other one...The pretty boy...But this one was from somewhere else....Gah! This was confusing!!
And then the thought was lost as a flurry of random images would flash through her mind and her train of thought was gone....A little smile lighting her face as she swayed from side to side now....completely incapable of holding still.
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Post by Legion on May 20, 2012 21:51:04 GMT -6
Whatever she was drawing or writing on that pad was important, at the very least to her. It wasn't too hard to tell that but Patrick was curious as to what the purpose of the scribblings were. Could be just part of the insanity she seemed to be exuding but then again he didn't want to be dismissive of Feht. Patrick had to assume that she was a capable and competent enemy until she proved otherwise, and even there it was good to keep a healthy respect of her. To him, she was the enemy. She was the one that right now was currently locking Kazumi away, his girlfriend. Something that Patrick wished very much to undo, but he kept a level head. He would play nice, for now.
"Made ye stronger?" Patrick asked, picking that one out of the many to ask. He didn't really want to hear about her being Earth's special little girl. Patrick had a pretty good idea as the what that one was and well, that was not something he needed or wanted to hear, at least not from Feht. He also didn't really want to ask her how to play either, less they start a game of death. That question seemed rather detrimental to all of Patrick's goals here. However there was one question that he would ask. One idea that he wanted to start implanting in her mind, even on a most basic level. And so he'd speak, musing, "Maybe it's time for ye to be free?"
And as much as he wanted to avoid, playing with her, whatever that meant, her question seemed to suggest otherwise. If Patrick answered in the negative, he was fairly confident that she would want to play. Something he wanted to avoid but all the same. Patrick wasn't entirely sure that lying would be a great option here either so he'd reply, "No, we haven't."
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 20, 2012 22:00:03 GMT -6
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The constant rock of her hips as she waited for him to say something...and though it only took a few moments from the time she had answered him, in her rather chaotic mind, it felt like forever and a day! Yet finally he said something and she would giggle and give a firm little nod. "Yes. He taught me to fight, and how to play with people and how to break things." Things being bone, but yeah, she just assumed that everyone knew that and left it as such.
Though then he spoke of something that was just down right silly, and it would get a little laugh from her, even a small snort as she shook her head and reached out thumping him on the shoulder with her pencil. "Now you are just being silly! I can't be free....Master says I am not meant to be free...I am special..." She nodded once more rather firmly, shaking her head as her laughter died down. He sure was a silly one. That much was for sure. Feht? Free? Who ever heard of such a thing!?
Her eyes darting down to her pencil and paper as she bit down on the tip of her tongue and started to draw once more, her most serious face on...which was not very serious when you got right down to it, but in her mind it was! Yet again he distracted her....And for a moment, it was obvious she was confused by his words about not having played with her. Her brow furrowing slightly as she tilted her head, eyes examining him to try and place what he was talking about, and then the thought working its way back around to the forefront of her mind. "OH!"
She giggled and shook her head. He was answering her question! Duh!
"Well then why do you look familiar?" Her head tilting to the opposite side, rocking back and forth on her heels....She was curious!! But again, the thought lasted for a moment before she became distracted by a random barrage of images. A side effect of the pictures that had been fed to her mind over and over for hours on end while at home. Well....what Feht knew as home anyways.
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Post by Legion on May 20, 2012 22:54:08 GMT -6
Feht seemed like she was unable to stand still for too long. That was something that made Patrick wonder. Was it because of what earth had done to her or was that just a naturally occurring personality quirk? However that seemed like a question that Patrick was unlikely to ever be able to learn the answer to. When she answered his first question Patrick figured her three answers were really one in the same, though he didn't mention it. Seemed unimportant to bring up or mention so he didn't.
However his quip on her being free, well that was an interesting response. She thought what he said was a joke? Feht wasn't meant to be free, now that was interesting, especially combined with her being "special" to master. Though Patrick had to ask, "Did he really make ye strong then? But not strong enough to be free? Is special just a way to make ye feel better about being a slave?"
Patrick figured there was no real harm in the rhetorical questions. If anything she would likely take them as a joke again, as opposed to anything significantly in Patrick's favor, or disfavor. But he figured they were questions that needed to be asked, reflected on, even if ultimately she thought he was being, "silly".
While it took her a few moments to realize that he had answered her question Patrick chalked that up to some OCD thing that seemed to be going on. How ever there was a small curl of the lips as she asked Patrick why he looked so familiar, answering, "I'm Kazumi's boyfriend."
He figured that her question was probably a good sign. Perhaps an indicator that Kazumi couldn't be completely blocked out. Or that deep down Feht knew the truth, that Kazumi was stronger. Then again, Patrick's mind went back to wondering whether or not Feht knew about Kazumi, or if not if she knew something was off. Much in the same way that Kazumi was aware of her black outs. Patrick had to wonder...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 20, 2012 23:08:45 GMT -6
Well now he was just being rather ridiculous with the whole slave comment. Pft...For one...Feht had NO clue what a slave was....and two...It just sounded silly, what with him questioning her strength. A little roll of her eyes as she shifted from one foot to the other, her pencil again twirling about her hair. "I am pretty strong...I can be stronger...But that is why I have to play games with people...So I can get stronger." Completely bypassing the slave thing, though she did have the presence of mind to jot the word down at the bottom of her map so that she could look it up later.......
Though, as she did, she noticed that she needed to draw something else and her mind was instantly distracted. A little giggle as she bounced back and forth on her heels and would let her mind wander, only really able to stay focused upon the drawing and nothing else. But then he spoke of who he was, and it wasn't so much that, that rang a bell, but the name.
Now see...Feht was not as stupid as she came across, and though she had originally had no clue who Kazumi was, it had become more than apparent now....and well...his words just made Feht's brow furrow as she glanced up at him and quickly took a step back, hugging her notebook to her chest and her shoulders straightening.
No...see...that didn't make sense...Because that problem had been left behind at the old school...The whole "boyfriend" thing....That rule long since erased from her list of "don't do" ...how had......She was confused...But then Feht didn't understand the concept of dating and therefore in her mind....boyfriend could only have pertained to the one who had been the boyfriend...there was no room for a new one..cause that was just not how this worked. "No..."
She pursed her lips...Having decided he was laying...which meant he was trying to cheat...which meant that she was not having as much fun as she had been a few seconds ago...A little shift backwards on her heels as she tried to remain focused upon this, only to get distracted by some boy behind her making a comment about her ass....Not that she replied...Nor did she turn around, not foolish enough to take her eyes off this one...But yeah, it distracted her mind none the less, more images flowing through with no real end in sight.
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Post by Legion on May 21, 2012 16:16:18 GMT -6
"Games huh?" Patrick asked. He had a pretty good idea what those games entailed. He figured that he had something to do with fighting. That assumption coming from the fact that apparently she had to play to get stronger. That would also fit with Kazumi's description of her having frequent bruises after her blackouts. He didn't particularly want to play games with her, but he had to make sure. And if Feht decided that she wanted to play one of these little games with him, well Patrick figured better him then anyone else. He could at least control himself. Make sure she really didn't get injured.
But then his words about being Kazumi's boyfriend seemed to strike Feht, make her uneasy. Something that Patrick inwardly grinned at. Now here was a chink in the armor. The real question was how to exploit it. But he figured here was his chance. As she said no, stepping back Patrick took a step forward with a soft, "Yes"
"I am Kazumi's boyfriend," Patrick said, his voice filled with caring for the girl, "And Kaz is my girlfriend."
Patrick may have felt nothing for Feht, but he did care deeply for Kazumi. For that reason he was able to lace his voice with the appropriate emotions. Sure, he knew that Feht didn't know him. But in this moment he wasn't really talking to Feht. Sure, physically he was, but on a deeper level he was trying to get through to Kazumi. Perhaps by doing this, pressing the issue ever so slightly he could destabilize Feht's power. He wasn't arrogant enough to think that he could get rid of Feht altogether but he'd do what he could. Whatever would help Kazumi...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 21, 2012 16:31:54 GMT -6
She pursed her lips as she tried to think of the best way to define her games that she played. "Games...You know...Like everyone plays. Making people hurt, or getting hurt...Killing, breaking bones, ripping off pieces of their flesh and tasting their blood." She nodded and gave a little giggle. It was so much fun, and honestly it was genuinely what she thought playing was. She didn't learn the actual meaning of the word, she just learned whatever Earth had taught her, and well....he hadn't exactly been the most idealistic role model...at all. Not that Feht knew that. Nope! She truly believed that was the way life really was....and why she had never Googled it. Because Master' could never be wrong. Nope. Not ever.
Though then he seemed to change his tone slightly, taking a step toward her and once more stating that he was Kazumi's boyfriend...that she was his girlfriend...She flinched and would shake her head, taking another step back as she felt a slight aching sensation on the side of her head...Her pencil dropped as she reached up, not really thinking, and rubbed the spot, a little growl escaping the back of her throat. "No. No. No. The rules say that I cannot play with the boyfriend, but the boyfriend is Issac...Issac is not here..So that means the rule doesn't apply...You can't be the boyfriend...It doesn't make sense.."
Those black eyes becoming rimmed with the slightest hint of crimson as her frustration began to increase...and yet no matter how badly she wanted to attack to make him stop trying to confuse her....the rules said she couldn't play with the boyfriend...And for some reason, the sound of his voice, however lost on Feht it was, did manage to stir something up. "I can't break the rules...So...But...No...Its not logical...She can't change the rules, she can't change boyfriends....." Another step back, clearly very confused and her fingers still rubbing rather firmly against her skull as she hugged her notebook tighter to her chest. Yet even in the midst of all this, she still shifted and moved and swayed....Where Kaz could remain motionless now if she chose, Feht could not....Stepping back once more only to feel the cold steel of a locker pressing into her back now....
She didn't like being confused...and he was confusing her so much...yet even though her logic said that he couldn't be the boyfriend, so she should be able to play with him....her mind kept trying to tell her it was against the rules...Little fingers gripping her notebook so hard now that her knuckles began to whiten under the pressure...
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Post by Legion on May 21, 2012 18:41:08 GMT -6
She giggled at her little statement. Having a little bit of knowledge about Phee, this was not surprising. Although he knew nothing of Phee's personality before Earth, the fact that Phee enjoyed bloodshed was not lost on Patrick. Patrick had to wonder though, was this the Phee that Kazumi had known so intimately? Kazumi seemed so, put off, for lack of a better word, by Phee. Perhaps Patrick's expectations of Phee had been wrong. Then again Earth had changed everything. It was entirely possible that Phee had been tortured too, though, Patrick's initial guess had been that Phee would have bee thrilled at the chance to be free. It was hard, if not impossible to tell.
"Not everyone plays those games," Patrick said pointedly, "And I've never heard would define those as games."
Though at the same time Patrick did partake in her version of games, quite often, well save the tasting of blood, generally, but that hadn't been intended. More then he cared to admit now, but felt no remorse though. He was just tired of it, and thought on some level that it was wrong, even if he couldn't muster the conscience to make him feel that.
As she stepped back, muttering through her thoughts in confusion, Patrick listened, stepping forward again. She mentioned Issac being the boyfriend, but Patrick felt no jealousy. That was a different chapter of Kazumi's life, and one that Feht seemed to be lost on. Though it was of worth for him to remember, to note her confusion on the whole boyfriend issue.
There were so many avenues that Patrick could take at this juncture. He could ask about the rules, something he wanted to do. Patrick wanted to know about the rules laid out before her, to twist more. His disdain for rules, especially this bidding him to urge forward, to challenge her precepts as Feht. He could say that Issac was no longer the boyfriend, that he was. That would not be out of some jealous bid but it could make him immune to her attempting to attack him, and could serve to confuse her notion of the rules more. That path was most uncertain though, besides, if she was going to "play" with anyone, Patrick preferred it to be him. And so Patrick simple chose to keep her off balance, challenging her logic that he couldn't be the boyfriend speaking as he took his step forward to stay the same original distance, "And yet I am her boyfriend."
Patrick noticed her eyes' color shifting, the crimson. In Kazumi that signaled an emotional change. Patrick ventured the guess that it was no different here. But what emotion? His guess was that red had something to do with danger? A warning perhaps? What would that mean? Anger? Possibly frustration? They both seemed valid options. She was confused at the very least, her next words showed that much. She seemed to think that one couldn't change boyfriends, that that would be changing the rules.
"The strong are the ones that make, and can change the rules," Patrick said bluntly stepping forward once more, keeping the distance, "And Kazumi is very strong."
While Feht's logic track may or may not get this, the implication was clear. Kazumi was stronger then Feht. Feht could not change the rules, but Kazumi could. Therefore, Kazumi was stronger. Patrick's words, and tone were indicative of absolute belief. While he may have acted a bit earlier, none of that was here. Kazumi was stronger, Feht was weaker...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 21, 2012 20:12:48 GMT -6
She didn't like this conversation or where it was headed. It confused her and brought about a whole shift in what she knew the rules to be. This had not happened before, and yet even as she thought that he was lying, the rules in her head slowly began to morph and change as if something was pulling the strings and adjusting her logic to fit the situation at hand.
As he took more steps toward her, she would again find herself trying to retreat, having already forgotten that she was, in a sense, cornered and unable to escape. Her back pressing further into that locker, she would wince as another sharp pain shot through her head. The pain along with his words confusing her. Pain was good...but why did this pain feel different? Why did it......hurt?
Then he spoke of being stronger....those eyes flaring to life as she quickly caught the gesture of his words....Kazumi, her other half, stronger than her? It angered her, quite a bit. Enough so that the notebook she was holding spilled from her hands and onto the floor between them. "No! She cannot change the rules....I am stronger....that is why Master set me free from her...that is why he hurt her and cut her....so she would go away..." Her small hands curling into fists as if to strike out, wanting to so badly. That much was clear in her eyes and the way her body tensed...And yet when she did lash out, it was not at him but instead at the locker behind her....fist slamming into it as hard as she could, the metal denting around the force of her blow.
A little growl escaping....Feht never got mad...she didn't really understand the emotion she was feeling now. Since she had been born she had been happy, bubbly, bouncy and all those other things. Innocent in almost every way possible and for the most part, still was. Earth had just taken that innocence and twisted it into his own design.
Those dark eyes locking onto him, she shook her head...all the while, even through her anger, she shifted back and forth on her feet...a growl once more resounding in the back of her throat...though it did her no good...because in the end she could not strike out at him. The rules said not to hurt the boyfriend....the rules her mind created....Still though, she warred over if what he said was possible, or was it cheating, lying....something....."I am the better one...I will be stronger....She will go away, and then the rules will change...Then I can...I can play with whoever I want..." That list in her mind changing ever so slightly...One name for another....Yet she struggled to comprehend why it was doing such. It didn't make sense.
Another slam of her fist into the locker, only proving to dent it more....Her breath a bit heavier than before. That lower lip ever so slightly jutting out as she pouted, a small quiver...She was confused...she needed her Master...she needed him to tell her what to do and to fix this problem with her head...Just like he had fixed her before. Those black and crimson eyes brimming with tears...Since anger was not on her list of things to feel....sadness definitely wasn't....and yet...it leaked through...She didn't understand that either....And slowly the tiniest hint of blue began to surface in her eyes....
Her head lowering as she fought back a sniffle and drug her nails along the metal of the locker...wincing at the pain in her head and trying to fight off the trembling in her fingers which was starting...All characteristics that Feht herself DID NOT possess....though her other half did...Even if Feht did not know that. "I c..cant break the rules..." Muttered under her breath just slightly as she wished so badly to lash out, to play, to hurt, to be hurt...and yet she couldn't....The rules said she couldn't...or so she thought...The stammering in her tone, showing both her confusion...and the fact that the smallest hint of an accent showed through, proving something else as well.
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Post by Legion on May 21, 2012 23:29:58 GMT -6
Ooooo, that comment about strength seemed to strike a chord with Feht. Patrick grinned. There was a mix of feelings behind his grin though, ones that he couldn't quite rectify them being together. Part of the grin was one of victory. He was winning, this mental battle, he was cornering her both figuratively and literally. Part of the grin came from the thrill that came with the winning of a mental battle. But still another part of the grin came from a sadistic part of Patrick, that he had never let himself acknowledge, even when he was the complete heel. He enjoyed causing his enemies suffer. Especially if there was more attached to his emotional state. Though he was always able to keep that in control, never having once coming close to that being a weakness in how he operated.
But the most pertinent part of his grin, had to be on Kaz's behalf. Patrick wasn't sure if Kazumi was in there right now, actively trying to fight it, to fight feht. But whatever it was, the idea of Kazumi actually being stronger then her actually bothered Feht. And that made Patrick all the more confident that it was true.
"Ye, stronger then Kazumi?" Patrick laughed derisively at the idea, "Is that why she broke the rules when ye yerself couldn't? Is that why ye were locked away inside of her for all those years? It that why it took someone else torturing her for months to allow ye to be free for what? Mere hours at a time? Is that why Kazumi doesn't need a master? Because the more I think about it the more I realize just how strong Kazumi really is."
There was nothing but pride in Patrick's voice when he spoke of Kazumi. And nothing but derision when he referred to Feht. Hell, the second Feht mentioned the idea of making Kazumi go away was when his dark intrigue of the manifestation ended. Replaced only with hatred at the mere idea of trying to make Kazumi go away, for what, this freak? But all that being said, Patrick's pride for Kazumi was greater then that. His words being nothing but truth, he had begun to realize her strength that much more. Hell, he had believed in her when he said he did on the dock, but that faith in her was only growing. To him, the mere thought that this pathetic manifestation could ever wrestle permanent control away from her was laughable. She was so much better then that.
"No," Patrick chuckled, at the laughable notion that Feht could make Kazumi go away, chuckling as one might chuckle at a child that had just said something absurd, "Kazumi is far stronger then ye could ever be. Ye could never take complete control of her body. Even if ye did, she'd always be there, and eventually put ye back in yer place."
Patrick smiled softly. Not at the fit of rage that Feht was having, though that made his inner demons grin wickedly. No, Patrick did notice that there was a slight shade of blue in her otherwise black eyes. The tears themselves seemed uncharacteristic of Feht as well. Then the trembling started. Her next words stuttered out in a similar fashion that Patrick so deeply cared about. And was that him imagining it or was that an accent?
"Ye know why I think she's stronger then ye? Above all of the other reasons?" Patrick asked, continuing on with his last train of thought, "Because I believe in Kazumi."
And that was God's honest truth...
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