Charlie looked at Kam, the smile seemed forced but at the same time, it was clear that it wasn't just for her benefit but for Kam's as well. Giving a nod and her own smile in return to Kami, she lowered her hand and the slipped both of them into her pockets. Kami said she was fine, but she was worried about the woman so she followed close to the girl. Close so that she could protect her - or at least attempt to, and close so that she could protect others - if need be - from her friend who seemed to be on a short fuse that could explode into all sorts of crazy. At first she thought that they were heading towards the university, but then it became clear that they weren't.
She glanced around and then Kami was speaking again and Charlie smiled, though what the girl was saying was confusing as ever. Speaking of shadows and angels and demons. Of course, there was the fact that this city did seem to have its share of shadows and demons, but she had not yet come across an angel. Perhaps all the angels had been removed from the city, pushed out or ran away from the darkness that was all the evil spilling from the tear in the veil. Though, Charlie couldn't help but smirk at the thoughts she was having. After all, she was now one of these 'demons' but at the same time, she wasn't evil. Or at least, she didn't believe she was evil.
Yeah, she robbed, cheated, stole... she lived in the criminal world, but she never lied, she loved to help those who didn't have the means. She loved to take people under her wing and try to protect them and teach them. That was good. Wasn't it? She thought it was. She was kind to everyone, or at least tried to be kind to everyone. Sometimes people just rubbed her the wrong way, and she was prone to swaying emotions, but she still loved to help out.
Charlie came out of her thoughts and noticed the way that Kam was humming and skipping and picked up the pace just a bit more so that she was moving side by side with the girl, giving her a bright smile meant to give the girl assurance that she was there and that she didn't need to worry. It was then that she noticed that they seemed to be heading back towards where Charlie had just come and her chocolate eyes turned onto Kami and she gave a little laugh, "Where are you leading me too, my friend?" She asked, though she was already contemplating the idea that Kam was actually one of her neighbors because they seemed to be heading straight for West Towers, where Charlie shared her apartment with her thrall.
Reality is a thing of the past! Note: Charlie has Mortal Aura
d'Artois at Heart Art done by the Signature Queen Claire
The walk was lengthy, heading more toward the Towers, since they were closer. Kamikaze's pace slowed at times, as they passed by other people, her gaze diverting from eyes. She gave a smile, as the white noise deafened her doubts, her worries, the screams of the damned a pleasant distraction. Kamikaze's madness kept her calm, at times, distracting her from the anxiety that she suffered when out and about, especially in crowds. She detested crowds. She detested large groups. It was a wonder how she kept so calm when she was a member of Tytonidae. Pausing, she checked street signs, then looked around, perhaps a bit lost.
... Pillars of demons. West. Safety in numbers. Numbers... Shadows speak of. Calibration. Forging. Crafting. Apartment. West. Snow yes.
Her words went by quick, passing her lips, as she had stopped and turned to face Charlie, before she concentrated on the street signs again, before looking toward the base. There sat Tao, black eyes staring at her, mouthing that she was still far off from home. Home... Of all the apartments that Kamikaze owned and had rooms in, she had spent most of her time in the barren apartment in the West Towers. Perhaps if she was looking for comfort, she'd have taken Charlie to visit in her Sanctuary apartment, but this one was her safe haven of sort. She knew those empty walls and echoing halls the best. It was dusty, cobwebbed, and needed furniture something fierce, yet she preferred it this way. It wasn't like she slept there. Much. There was a pillow and blanket in a corner, but that was just when she really needed to lay down.
Fevered dream. Feathers of angels. Bleeding black. Shadows sing of sanctuary, not Sanctuary. Tao trusts. Far off.
The wraith was one of few that she had bound to herself, having released all of her previous wraiths to give them peace. Tao did not seem to want the peace that she offered at times, sharing a similar troubled mind, something that drew the two together in the Shadow Realm. The poor soul was as damned and scarred as she was, even though it lacked a physical body. It stood there, at the crossroads, watching, until they met eye contact. Kamikaze jerked her head, as if to say where they were going, and to meet them there, to which Tao gave her the finger. Such a cocky little ****. Humming a little bit, the Shadow turned to face the Allurist with a wide smile.
Dreams of the damned. Angels walk with demons. Shadows jealous, sing in chorus.
Kamikaze tapped her head.
Echoes of past, echoes of current, echoes of future. Unsure. Shadows unclear. Songs constant, within the shadows. Whispers grow strong, fill time and space.
The 'pillars' and 'West' part had caught her attention and she suddenly knew that Kami was indeed speaking of West Towers. A soft smile came to her face, though even as she was smiling a bit to the girl, she was contemplating the rest of what Kami had said. 'Pillars of demons'? Was she saying the Towers were that? She suspected that a lot of the people that lived in that building were indeed vampires, and a lot of people did still look at vampires as evil. As demons. She didn't agree, after all, she may not be an angel, but she was no heartless beast either. She licked her lips and had continued to keep to Kami's side. If the girl walked, she walked, if the girl stopped, she stopped, protecting her, protecting others.
Some of what else she had said had both been confusing and yet she understood everything. Apparently this is where she had kept everything. Charlie was a girl that liked to have as much as possible within reach, so both her apartment and home had everything she needed... computers, crafting tables, lockboxes... and yet, she didn't need computers... not anymore. She was a walking computer. She didn't need the giant crafting tables... she constantly carried with her a crafting set that worked just as well as the giant tables. She had no use for anything else that people of this city used. She didn't need an alter or forge or those hydro things that were growing plants because she did not play with the fae. One of those bastards had gotten a chunk of her when she had been newer to the city. That had been enough.
Kami began speaking again and Charlie focused on the girl, mostly because she had to. If she didn't focus on the girl then a lot of what Kami said would fly over her head like a c-130, leaving her blinking in confusion. From what she could gather this was Kam's safe place and Charlie smiled brightly to her, touched that the girl would invite her into her own sanctuary. She had noted the way Kami had made the distinction and it only served to remind Charlie that what had once been the Training Room had been re-branded into something new. It was now an apartment complex, housing vampires both above and below the street level.
As much as Charlie was enjoying her time with the girl she had only once met before and was getting along with now, she still had a dizzying way of speaking. Even for Charlie's higher sense of knowledge. Everything Kam said was a puzzle in need of being put together, but at the same time. Charlie liked puzzles.
"These shadows you speak of... Are you talking about the path or are you talking about something else?" She asked, though she had to wonder if or how Kami would answer her and if she would regret the question. Curiosity killed the cat, yes, but satisfaction brought it back and right now, Charlie needed that satisfaction.
Reality is a thing of the past! Note: Charlie has Mortal Aura
d'Artois at Heart Art done by the Signature Queen Claire
As they walked, the two would draw closer and closer, until the Towers were in eyeshot. Kamikaze smiled a little, then slowed her pace as she saw there were quite a few people entering and leaving the building. She noticed her own motorcycle parked out front, covered in a tarp to protect it somewhat from the elements, from the cold and the rain that they were suffering from at the time. When Charlie asked her question, it made the Shadow pause, tilting her head a bit, gaze snapping from the bike to the Allurist.
The shadows that cry... Damned souls within mind. Damned souls walk. They sing. Shadows sing of persecution. Shadows sing of damnation.
Smiling wide, the woman continued her course, though she attempted to divert the course around the mass of people, until she remembered that there was only one other route in, and that was through the sewers. A nervous look flickered within Kamikaze's eyes, the white noise crackling wildly now. Shizuka and Three reminded Kamikaze within, that it was going to be fine.
If she was quick, they could get to the elevator and up to the floor, before things got bad. Kamikaze seemed to agree with this, then looked to Charlie once more. Focusing on her face, she tilted her head. The chaotic personality wasn't exactly sure if the collective personalities should trust her, though again Shizuka brought up that the Allurist had plenty of time to attack or manipulate, but didn't.
Shadows distrust, speak lies. Shadows speak truths, believe. Cries of the mind, of the soul, deep to bone. Of leather, of mind. Rats within, skitter.
Pressing through the crowd, Kamikaze was small enough that she could be lost in a crowd if one were not careful or did not pay attention, though this played into the Shadow's favor from time to time. She did not look back at the time, as she simply wanted to get through the crowd. Too much talking, too many people, she could feel her skin starting to crawl, she could feel the white noise start to pulse.
The souls of the damned were howling now, in their chorus, some starting to curse at Kamikaze for her ignorance of their cause. A twitch to her frame, and she continued, until the elevator was right in front of her. Internally sighing, she stood there, turning, to see if Charlie had followed close. Not seeing her right away, this gave her time to think, time to make sure this was in the collective's best interest.
Sing not, shadows. Peace. We seek not dire. Calm.
Her mumblings were slightly vocal, though she did not really notice, with the ambient sounds of the crowd in and out of the complex. Her focus was on the cries that plagued her mind, and she wished to let them know that they did not need to be so loud.
Peace be with. Writings soon. Yes?
Some of the souls that truly plagued the Shadow's mind seemed to be okay with this, that Kamikaze would return to writing down the words they cried to the mind. The white noise lessened a degree, though it was still there, others continuing their selfish pace, wishing to be heard no matter what.
It was a daily struggle, to try and wrangle the voices within the mind of the host, yet the collective always tried, never truly succeeding. There were simply far too many, be they hallucinations or not. It was a curse, one could say, driving them into madness ever deeper than they already were. It wasn't just the sheer volume of voices within the white noise of the mind, that sapped at them, it was that they never once let up. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, they were screaming, crying, cursing within the Shadow's mind.
The closer and closer they got to the towers, the more Charlie seemed aware of the fact that Kami seemed to be getting antsy about it. Why though, Charlie had no idea. Perhaps it was just the people, especially since Charlie could see that it was actually quite busy in front of the building. Of course, that was nothing really new, and something that usually never bothered Charlie because she was never bothered by humans. Hell, she had spent so much time around humans that she seemed to radiate them. It had even got her bit a couple of times, with people mistaking her for human. Of course, with the relic she wore, the moment they tasted her blood, they had to spit it out because it had turned to acid in their mouths.
Licking her lips, she glanced back to Kami as she spoke. And there was just so much about what the girl said that made Charlie feel almost as if she were drunk, not really able to peg down anything for sure. All the talk of shadows screaming and singing and talking of this and that. Charlie had no idea really what the girl was talking about, but it seemed that the closer that they got to the towers, the more off the wall Kami was becoming with her sentence structure and it made Charlie wonder if Kami had some problem with the crowds.
Distrust, Lies, Truths... boy Charlie wished that she had a Kami to English dictionary that allowed her to really understand the girl instead of just assuming she is talking about one thing or the other. Soon Kami was slipping past all the people at the entrance and while she was, Charlie was hot on her heels. Though, she couldn't help her hand from slipping into one or two people's pockets, pulling out a bit of cash as she passed them. With one more pocket to pick, Charlie was once again slipping up beside Kami and smiling to the girl. Though if Charlie was telling the truth, there was something about Kam that worried her. Perhaps it was just the fact that she really did have no idea what the girl was talking about and that put Charlie in a position she didn't really like. She hated not knowing things.
"I don't know if I mentioned it before... I actually live in the same building." She said in a round a-bout sort of way as she glanced to kami once more and smiled to the girl. While Kami may be hard to understand, hard to get really in any form, Charlie wasn't threatened by the girl and so she felt no need to try to threaten or harm the girl either. She was letting her guard down a little more.
Reality is a thing of the past! Note: Charlie has Mortal Aura
d'Artois at Heart Art done by the Signature Queen Claire
Stepping into the elevator, Kamikaze looked to Charlie, a bit of a peculiar expression on her face once the Allurist had stated that she lived in the same building. The Shadow was surprised, since she never saw the other's face in passing, though perhaps it was because Kamikaze tended to be the secretive type, and always came left when nobody was around, or at least tried. Pressing the 6 on the panel, she scooted to the back of the elevator, going a little wide eyed as others besides the two started to funnel in. She opened her mouth, about to speak to Charlie, until the elevator nearly filled to maximum capacity.
This wasn't a good thing, with her anxiety, though the others would most likely feel that something was off, almost a mixture of the auras that Kamikaze let out. It was an uncomfortable feeling, others looking to become somewhat agitated. Meanwhile in the back, as they stopped funneling in and pressed their floor buttons, Kamikaze was there, giving hervous looks around, staring up at the emergency hatch every now and then. Tao was peeking their head in, as the elevator lurched upward, only to grin. This was going to be entertaining.
The mixture of auras that Kamikaze released seemed to make the others a bit uncomfortable, as well as violent, and it just seemed something else was off. One could see it in their faces. With each floor, one or two got off, before starting to argue, walking off to their own destination. It took three floors up for a few gentlemen to start arguing with one another. They got off on the fifth floor, only to start an altercation, but the door closed before the two could really witness the full effect of Kamikaze's aura.
Now that the sixth floor was reached, and the door opened, Kamikaze exited, in order to reach her apartment, which was very close. If she had her way, the Shadow would have blindfolded the other, to lead the other blindly to the apartment, but she was going to take a leap of faith on this one.
Same Tower? Apartment good. Quiet neighbors. Not bothers. Shadows creep about with gifts of craftsmanship.
And there her apartment was, diagonal from the elevator. Fumbling for her keys, she unlocked the door, then opened the door and held it open for the other, to gain entrance. Even with the door open, one could tell that the apartment was not very livable. The walls and floors were bare, from what the entrance could reveal, and it seemed that cobwebs had gathered, meaning cleanliness was not a priority. Once the woman entered, she'd be able to see the setup of crafting equipment as well as her terminal, and the sleeping bag.
Nothing else. Nothing else was needed, though. She'd noticed other places had their own ATMs and shops, which she thought would have been convenient to have, although she had nowhere the sort of funding to gain access to those. Instead, she would have just made her stealth trips to the shops, as well as the bank, when she needed to unload her money on hand or her spare weapons that weren't needed.
Come come. Shadows seek privacy. Eyes on halls. Angels walk about, clueless.
Charlie glanced at Kami as Kami gave her a look, almost as if she were disbelieving of what she had just told the girl, but Charlie didn't say anything, she just smiled softly to Kam and then glanced back to the elevator as the doors opened. She had stepped in to stand next to the girl in the back, about to mention the fact that she actually lived several floors higher up, however, people started to stream in. Without really thinking, Charlie took a step to the side, using her own body to protect Kam from the others. However, she could feel that the people, and probably herself, wasn't helping the girl. She could feel that foreboding aura and it was making her antsy, and a bit angry.
Glancing over at Kam, she said nothing, but the fact that she could feel that anger was making it a tad annoying and she was trying to shake it off before she did anything stupid. Especially with so many in the tiny compartment. It was safe to say that Kami had a phobia of sorts or at least a social problem. She watched as the way Kam's presence was affecting the other people, the way they began to bicker and argue, the way they glared at one another. So when it came to the sixth floor, Charlie was just as ready to leave as Kam was and had moved nearly in sync with the girl out of it. Once the doors closed, she took a breath to try to relax herself.
It was then that Kam spoke and pulled her out of her thoughts. "Same tower indeed, though several floors higher up." She said with a smirk, still trying to shake off the way Kam's aura had been affecting her in the small room. Then she nodded in agreement about the halls having eyes and couldn't stop herself from trying to hack the system to see if any of the cams were currently watching them. Charlie stepped into the apartment after she had been invited in, and glanced around. It was nowhere near as furnished as her own apartment had been, but who was she to blame the girl? Everyone had their own tastes. This was Kami's.
Taking another relaxing breath, she turned and glanced to Kam, smiling a bit. "Thank you for trusting me enough to invite me in, I am getting the feeling it's not something you do very often. So I'm touched." She said with a soft smile before she took another step into the apartment, giving it another once over, not that she really needed to since the first look around had pretty much been converted to memory, down to the finest detail.
Reality is a thing of the past! Note: Charlie has Mortal Aura
d'Artois at Heart Art done by the Signature Queen Claire
Deciding to sit on the floor, once the two entered, and the door was shut, Kamikaze leaned her head against the wall behind her. She had dealt with enough excitement for the day, and felt like hiding away for a while. Too many people. She hated the elevator. It was too crowded. Her apartment was the opposite. It was empty. She didn't feel restricted here. She felt safe. The woman felt that she could think in here and not be deafened by the chatter of others in multitude, even more than the white noise within her mind. Looking from Charlie to her forge, she noticed that she had left the latest weapon of her building there, a warhammer named after the Shinto goddess of death. It was of fairly decent craft, though Kamikaze had not yet tested its worth in combat.
High above. See more. Eagle eye. Ants crawl. Trust yes. Shadows sing of tranquility. No often. Visitors no. Few know. Few care. Many of one. Here arts.
It was true that Kamikaze did not often have visitors or invite others, except for the rare few that she trusted enough to get the occasional weapons and parts from. The only other person besides them to be allowed access had been Velveteen, who had installed the computer terminal in. The woman had rarely used the apartment, though, since she had the Eeyrie as well as other secure places. This had simply been meant as a quick hideout, in Kamikaze's time with the faction. Now, it was something much more than that. It felt much more secure and much safer than her other apartments. Every one except the one she shared with those she had turned.
Thoughts quickly turned from subject to subject, never slow enough to stay, until she started thinking of those she had given the gift of immortality, to those she lost to the Shadows, to those she gained. A memory lingered of Dallas, who Kamikaze suspected was still away on some sort of adventure, though she had given up being worried after months of no contact. She trusted Dallas was safe, and she trusted that she would return. Dallas was a soft spot that all three personalities could agree on, that she was special. The thought came across her mind, to ask Charlie more of herself, as they never really did get to know one another in the past, only giving enough information to start the sparring and simple training.
Knowing little. Name known. Very little. Share blood? Worthington past... Ueda future... Ueda. Line. Us. Progeny.
When Kamikaze stated her personal lineage, she had motioned to herself, as if to state that she was a Ueda. It was a name she took as she let go of the final remnants of her human past. It was a sign of independance, after being shunned by the Worthingtons, at least the council at the time, as well as Cliff, who was the main reason a decent number had taken their leave of the lineage. She still had those that she could rely on, such as her sire. There had even been a few, such as the Dragomir, that still accepted her, though she unfortunately interacted with them very little.
Charlie takes no Worthington, yes? Or mistaken. Shattered lines. Many masks. Shadows chase. Shadows lie.
Nodding to herself, as if she could understand her own words, Kamikaze was content. She wanted to know more of the other, but she could still respect her privacy if she wished to keep information to herself. Then again, the Shadow had taken quite a leap in faith, to show a bit more of herself. Taking this into thought, she tried to focus on the Allurist, her eyes open wide.
Charlie watched as Kami took a seat on the floor and leaned against the wall. Watched the way her head fell back and her eyes closed, as if she were trying to rid herself of everything that had happened during the night. There was a part of her that understood the fact that being in an enclosed space with so many people would have caused her some mental anguish, people with social anxiety had the worst infliction if one were to ask Charlie about it. She decided to give the girl some space for now, to allow her to relax more so before Charlie would close the distance. As Kami spoke, Charlie let herself look around the space apartment, her eyes going to the warhammer on the forge.
She stepped closer to it, letting her hand hover over the thing, as if she were petting it, but at the same time not. It was quite good, though, she didn't care for blunt weapons. The sword she had was from Skylar and even that she felt a bit odd carrying. Perhaps it was because she could hide a gun easier than she could a sword, and she had four of those currently on her, but the sword, hard to hide. It would stick out and make it hard for her to appear human. At least in her eyes. She wondered why so many carried such things, clearly that would only aid in hindering the masq than it would in protecting it. Of course, if people wanted to be hypocritical about protecting the masq while single handedly breaking it by drawing attention to the oddness of the city. More power too them.
Charlie's attention snapped back into place as she heard Kami speaking again. Her head turned and she looked at the young girl on the floor, watching her as if she were curious. And it seemed, she was. Charlie then smiled and moved towards her, sitting on the floor opposite Kami, on her knees, her hands resting on her thighs. "It's true, we do know so little of one another, we never really got a chance to speak a lot about ourselves to each other. We do still come from the main line, wither we claim them or they us. So there is that. I still claim the main Worthington line as my own, I even still wish to claim the Dragomir line, despite never really getting to know anyone in it that well. The only person I do not and will never claim again is that idiot that brought me into this life and then decided to leave me without teaching me much of anything. Thus I also have my own line, the Collins, and then I have also been adopted by the d'Artois line. So now I claim Elliot as my sire, not Killian." His name came out in a bit of a hiss that showed that there was still some hatred that was aimed his way.
In a way, she had her own set of masks. She was Worthington - at least in her own mind, she was Collins, she was d'Artois. She was a hacker, a thief, a trap maker, a hunter of those that wished to end her own life, she made guns. Yet, she also wished to teach, to be a mentor. To be everything that asshole had never been to her. To be everything Elliot had been. Someone to teach right and wrong, what to do and what not to do, but to allow those she taught to make their own decisions. If they wanted to uphold the Masq they could, if they wanted to break it outright, they could... though she would prefer that if they wanted to do the later, that they don't do it in ways that would bring the wrath of the bullies down on them and herself. But if it did. She was ready. Always ready. Relics and traps and guns and everything needed to make sure that if the bullies came, they lost a few before she was taken out as well.
"Thank you for trusting me in her, by the way." She said softly, glancing around once more before she looked back to Kami. "I can see this is a place that you use to detox from the rest of the world."
Reality is a thing of the past! Note: Charlie has Mortal Aura
d'Artois at Heart Art done by the Signature Queen Claire
Pausing, Kamikaze gave Charlie a curious look, especially when Elliot was mentioned, as well as d'Artois. This woman had been adopted by Elliot Lancaster? Interesting. A slow nod, and she closed her eyes. Perhaps drudging up the past was not important, but she was curious to what this woman knew, and if he had ever mentioned to Charlie about her. There was only one way to know for certain, but did it matter? Did Elliot's thoughts of her ever change? Or did he still hate her for killing Robert? Killian also gave her a few curious thoughts. This was going to be a treat. The woman was turned by a man who Tytonidae seemed to cull on a regular basis for his acts against the masquerade, and adopted by a man who had lashed out verbally at Kamikaze for being part of the same faction, who had sent Robert Pratt to the Shadows for his work with the blood thieves. This woman still claimed the Worthington line, though, which was progress, as well as the Dragomir.
In truth, Kamikaze still had ties with Dragomir, though she had very rarely spoken with the members, something she direly needed to remedy. Perhaps she would get in touch with Az or Nikolae somehow. Perhaps an email. But that would need to wait until later, she thought. Listening to the other, she nodded, feeling a bit of comradery. Not only did she have an adopted line, but she had her own. Kamikaze was the same, in ways. She felt as if she were adopted in ways, by the Quartermaines, though she did not speak with the others, except a brief inspiration from Ripper here and there. Her own lineage was small, only her and Dallas at the time, though she at the time was in the process of turning two others, both confined to her apartment in Sanctuary, until the process was finished. It was a very trying thing, since with Kamikaze, it seemed something about her feeding from others had a good chance of turning them.
This, combined with the fact that it seemed others remembered her and her actions, she had to do rash things at times to circumvent negative consequences.
Yes, detox. Sanctuary. Sometimes Shadows though. Realm cozy. Shadows comfort.
The Shadow Realm, it was a secondary home to Kamikaze, really, though she longed to visit again. It'd been too long. A thoughful expression passed, and then she remembered what she was going to ask. Slowly, she stood, to watch Charlotte examine the apartment more, as well as the war hammer. She truly did need to make something more compact, she thought, but something about it made sense for the psychotic personality to prefer inflicting blunt force trauma. It seemed that each personality preferred a different type of weapon, which led the host to carry multiple things with her, when venturing out to inflict mayhem and murder. Shizuka preferred swift and sharp blades, a beautiful thing. She floated with the grace of a ballerina, on the battlefield, with her blades. The third personality, Three, preferred guns, it seemed. She found them to be rather comfortable, something about them felt right to her. And then there was Kamikaze. She liked to smash things. Simple as.
Elliot... d'Artois? Elliot... Lancaster? Mm.. Past with.. History... Ha. Hates us. Despises. Alluring man.. talk about us?
The woman's tone changed, almost as if she still had lingering feelings for the man, though she knew better than this. She had betrayed Elliot's trust, somehow, and it had led them to split. Perhaps it was why Kamikaze seemed to be a bit uncomfortable around Allurists anymore, except for Dallas, her pride of a childe, an Allurist she had fallen for as well, though Dallas she knew would not be as loathing of her for her actions of past. Finding it hard to focus, she felt dizzy, quickly pressing a hand to the wall, to attempt steadying herself. Too much thoughts. Far too many memories. Too many questions. Her vision distorted, as the pulsing whispers began to amplify into screams, nearly deafening her. May the gods have pity on any others that suffered what she dealt with on a daily basis, she thought, before it happened, same as it had when she had visited Luffy.
A hard reboot was not kind to the Shadow, nor was it seamless and quick. Blank look on her face, it was as if she had shut down entirely, before fidgeting. First was the fidgets, then they turned into the woman rubbing her palms against her sides, before she twitched more. With little warning, it seemed an unseen force lunged out, only to leave a long scar along the wall near the Shadow, it happening a few times, before settling down, unlike the Shadow. She still seemed dead to the world, though a bit more shaken up. Pulling her hands through her hair, she gripped at it, tight, then tugged.
Long past. Hateful past. Man hates. Man loathes. Betrayal. Betrayer.
Her voice was quick, muffled, before she closed her eyes tight, soon sitting down, wrapping arms tight around legs, face to her knees. She needed to calm down, quickly, or else it would escalate, and Shizuka and Three knew that. Kamikaze was dealing with too much, to process, and she was lashing out because of it, inwardly and outwardly. Exerting as much will and effort as they possibly could, the two relatively sane personalities attempted to force the insane one to yield, to confine her to the back of the mind. Kamikaze resisted, with force. Outwardly, the Shadow was mumbling, to herself, the gibberish past incoherent.
As Kamikaze resisted more, she also felt more and more of the past flood her thoughts, causing her even more anxiety, her concentration waning. Shizuka and Three attempted to capitalize on this, and it seemed to work, the insane personality seeming to shut off for a moment, and then there she was, in the back of the mind. She didn't want to deal with it. She couldn't. There were too many questions, too much to think about, too many feelings. It was then that Shizuka took point, and tried to make peace, tried to take a damage report. Nothing was done to herself, surprisingly, and she was certain that Charlotte was out of striking distance from that unseen shadow. The three could tell it was there, or was it? It was hard to tell if it was reality, or if they were actually committing these acts on their own.
Now that Shizuka had seized control of the host from Kamikaze, she slowly stood. A frown, and she rubbed her face, smoothing out her hair.
Apologies. She can be a handful, especially when she gets frustrated or there is too much to think about. We all are. It's why we prefer to be in places like this, when this sort of thing happens. We freak out, and things get.. tricky. I fear what would happen if we were in public, and one of us had an episode...