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Post by Elvander on Apr 7, 2020 19:22:18 GMT
Lyra gazed back at Freya, equally worried about sharing a room with her. The fragile-looking girl with soft pink hair took a breath, "I'm Lyra," she whispered, feeling her voice echoed too loudly off the walls. "What's your name?" she offered, trying to be friendly. From what she understood, they were both in here because their powers were considered dangerous. True, Lyra had an immense responsibility on her hands concerning her abilities- she could walking into the minds of others and shape their dreams, even plant ideas. She wondered what Freya could do. "Who was that man that was with you?"
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Post by Val on Apr 8, 2020 18:05:15 GMT
Freya flinched at the sound of Lyra's voice, wringing her hands together nervously. Was she allowed to speak to this girl? Her eyes became fixated on the door, as though waiting for Desmond to return and save her. Was the girl even real? As the intrusive thought entered her mind, her eyes shot back to Lyra, half expecting her to reveal herself as one of the dead. Seconds turned to minutes and finally she summoned the courage to respond, "That's Desmond," she answered quietly. There was another pause before she remembered to introduce herself, as though her identity was an afterthought, "I'm Freya."
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Post by Elvander on Apr 9, 2020 23:27:12 GMT
Lyra was relieved when Freya answered. As the silence had stretched on, she'd begun to believe the girl either could not speak, or was going to ignore her. Lyra looked down at the floor dejectedly. "Why are you here? And why do you let them order you around?" She couldn't fathom it. Lyra had always been free, living in the forest in peace. She had never harmed anyone, and this wasn't fair. Allegra had explained the rules, but Lyra wasn't going to oblige.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Apr 10, 2020 1:52:00 GMT
Allegra left with Desmond, looking evenly at him, sizing him up. "She's a dream walker, very dangerous to have. I see you've had great success with the necromancer- will you do the same with our little pink haired dreamer?"
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Post by Val on Apr 10, 2020 22:28:04 GMT
Freya's eyebrows drew together in confusion as Lyra bombarded her with the strange and intrusive questions, "Desmond protects me. If you do what he says you will be safe," she insisted, hugging her knees to her chest. Again, she looked toward the door, waiting for her savior to reappear and remove the outsider from her room, "I am here for the safety of the world," she repeated the things she had been told like a broken record, devoid of all conscious thought, "Why are you here?" Her gaze returned to the pixie-like girl, wondering if perhaps Lyra shared the same kind of constant torment that she did.
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Post by Elvander on Apr 12, 2020 22:37:34 GMT
Lyra didn't buy it. The girl was clearly brainwashed by Desmond, and she felt pity for Freya. She would work on getting her to break that bond. "What makes you so dangerous?" She inquired, glad to at least be engaging in the conversation with her new room mate, even if the words she was saying weren't necessarily her own. Lyra sighed, resting her head back against the wall delicately. "I guess like you, I'm too dangerous to be out in the world. I can walk into the minds of others and shape their dreams."
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Post by Val on Apr 15, 2020 19:57:19 GMT
Freya wrung her hands together, not used to sharing details about herself. It had been ingrained in her to keep her abilities an absolute secret, not that she usually had the opportunity to meet new people. However, Desmond hadn't specifically told her not to speak, and a tiny part of her wanted to spite her protector for forcing this upon her. She blinked at Lyra as she explained her abilities and immediately shook her head back and forth, "You do not want to see my dreams," she insisted, a haunted look entering her eyes, "Trust me." She gave no further details, but the dark circles under her eyes were evidence enough that sleep did not bring her solace.
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Post by Elvander on Apr 20, 2020 23:03:49 GMT
"I won't use my powers on you. I try not to use them on anyone at all, actually." Lyra sniffed, a little offended by Freya's reactions. But she fully intended to use her powers on her captors. They wouldn't be able to prevent her from doing it. "Why haven't you used your powers to escape?"
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Post by Val on Apr 22, 2020 20:38:05 GMT
"Shh!" Freya hushed the girl with sudden urgency, glancing impulsively at the door. She couldn't so much as entertain the idea of escape without feeling panic rise within her, "I belong here," she insisted, "And you're better off if you accept that you belong here, too." It was the first time a bit of assertiveness entered her voice, but she shrunk back into herself just as quickly. "I don't want to use them," she added after a long moment, "I just want them to go away."
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Post by Elvander on Apr 25, 2020 23:32:08 GMT
Lyra could see the girl was brainwashed, afraid of her own power and authority. It saddened her- but perhaps the girl would begin to rebel when she saw Lyra do it first. "I'm not willing to accept that fate. How long have you been here?" she wondered.
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Post by Val on Apr 28, 2020 0:32:23 GMT
Freya eyed the girl distrustfully. She was fully indoctrinated, but that didn't mean she was stupid. She knew that Lyra would try to escape, and that made her angry. It was an emotion that had long lay dormant within Freya, but it was bubbling to the surface as she realized that she, too, would be punished for the outsider's disobedience. "A very long time," she responded distantly, the edges of her vision darkening as she zeroed in on the locked door again. As if her feet suddenly had a mind of their own, she slipped off the bed and flitted silently across the room until she reached the door and reached a frail looking hand up to tap on the wood several times. She stared straight ahead, willing Desmond to appear.
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Post by starrea on Apr 28, 2020 2:48:28 GMT
Desmond was practically right on the other side of the door when Freya knocked. He had already talked himself down from barging in there several times, reasoning that as unpleasant as this was, Paragon needed to see that Freya was reliable. Even though he had faith that Freya wouldn’t let him down, he was so damn nervous that he was making himself nauseous.
He didn’t know much about the new girl and didn’t really care. He was hoping they had other plans for her because he was going to be pissed if they saddled him with breaking her in. He had done his time and devoted himself to turning Freya into someone reliable and safe. He’d probably saved her life, or at least saved her from other forms of control. Freya was special to him and no one would be able to replace her.
When Freya knocked on the door, Desmond was so wound up that he jumped. He took a second to collect himself, shoving his nerves down and taking a deep breath before he took the key out and unlocked the door. He swung it open, eyes immediately searching Freya for any signs of distress before they flicked over to the girl restrained. When he saw that she was still right where she was left, he turned back to Freya.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, trying to appear impassive. It hurt him to see Freya confused and he wanted to comfort her but he couldn’t. She needed to show that she was committed, even when presented with the lies and slander from outsiders.
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Post by Elvander on May 1, 2020 23:47:38 GMT
Lyra eyed Desmond as he appeared, and kept her mouth shut. But there was defiance in her almond shaped blue eyes, and her slender jaw was set in a hard line. She was small, but she was powerful, and she locked in on Desmond. She would visit his dreams.
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Post by Val on May 2, 2020 18:28:30 GMT
Freya felt overwhelmed with relief when Desmond appeared, her knees practically shaking as she realized she had half expected him to ignore her. She fixated him with a pleading look, appearing wide-eyed and innocent as she utilized the only skill she had developed from her years in captivity- pity. She never manipulated intentionally; rather, it was how she learned to survive, especially when it came to Desmond.
"I need to tell you something," she said quietly. Her eyes flickered sideways, toward the girl, but she didn't turn to look at her, "Alone," she added, holding her breath as she waited for Desmond's permission. She had to warn him of the stranger's intentions. More importantly, she had to get out of that room.
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Post by starrea on May 3, 2020 3:52:05 GMT
Desmond could see the relief wash over her when he opened the door - relief only he could provide. She looked so small and pitiful as she looked up at him and he wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her. Instead, he just sharply nodded and stepped to the side to let Freya out the door. After she passed, he stepped out after her and locked the door behind them.
His mind was already turning. Freya’s room used to be more escape-proof, but a lot of those measures were removed for good behavior. Untying the girl would be risky, even with Freya in the room to watch her. But it would also be really inconvenient to leave her constantly tied up.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.” He said, leaning against the wall and forcing his attention back on Freya.
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