How To Save A Life [mission,closed]

She'd wander around the other side, near the second victim of the backdoor probe. "Wonder if I need.. no, hmm." Whispering under her breath, she'd hesitate for a moment, seemingly entranced by the oscillating light. After several moments of quiet contemplation, she'd finally place her hand on the quartz-liken stone. She could feel her magic and the soul writhing within, but she'd only focus on her own energy and would withdraw it, calling it back to her. This effectively canceled out the "soul sucking" mode of the lacrima.

Energized once more, she'd start over, this time shifting as she tried to conjure the reverse mechanism of take-over magic: pulling a soul out. During her shift into the hyena-bipedal, she'd simultaneously release her energy's process back into the magical mechanism before her, enchanting it with a reflecting effectiveness.

"Ugh, this is more taxing than I anticipated.."

Mumbling outloud, she'd release her touch once more and, as before, lifted the sleeper's hand up to it.

Unlike before, the murky grey soul within the lacrima began to pour out into the man's hand, it's aura consuming his entire body. Then it sunk into him. For a moment there was silence - then a loud cracking followed by a scream. As if they were still connected, the lacrima suddenly split in half while the sleeping man who'd last touched it roused from his slumber, yelling. He looked absolutely crazed.

Ivory's furred form leap back as he charged at her, but then he caught his own reflection in the lacrima and suddenly turned to viciously shout at it, over and over again, "Not me! Out, not me! Out, out, out!"

Two wide-awake souls in one body, without the years of experience AJ had.

It worked.. but now it's broken..

Dazed with disappointment, Ivory would simply watch as the man -- the men -- proceeded to punch their own reflection until their fists were bloody.

Cheshire Copeland

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When the woman's comforting hand fell upon her shoulder, she'd shift back to normal. The warmth of her touch was welcomed. Unfortunately, though, the attempt to reassure her failed miserably, as Ivory's guilt threw her into a state of regret and doubt.

She turned to face Cheshire, her eyes welling with liquid, "B-but.." Without anyone else there to confide in, the woman who was normally full of smiles and randomness, would throw her arms around the felid. She tried to hold back the sob that pursued, but, it wasn't possible.

After all that, she had found a way to reverse AJ's predicament while concurrently destroying the catalyst to do it. How could she face her now? With such a colossal failure under her belt? Their heart medicine would run out eventually.. and even though Cheshire believed there might be another grand scale lacrima out there, after this event she had discovered she would more than likely need at least two. One to rid a body of it's soul and another to transfer AJ's.

Was there no cure? Were they to lose their Godfathers in the end, no matter what?

Cheshire Copeland

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Cheshire's words did come as a comfort. Enough so that, after a few moments of sniffling and drawing back in the tears, she was able to let the girl go. It was a funny thing, to cry and then realize you were in a sea of decay. Not to mention suddenly acknowledging the confused grumbles and grotesque punching sound of somebody as they pounded into half a giant lacrima.

"Thanks.. I'm sorry. You're right. There are other options. I just haven't thought of them yet.. but.. I will." She offered the other a faint smile, before turning away and heading toward the guy. There she'd promptly slip her hands around his neck and suddenly snap it. He slunk to the ground instantly, dead.

"We may as well make use of this lacrima, though.. shatter it and take as much as we can back home. With all our mages we could surely make plenty of unique items to sell. Or to keep around the place. Oh.. maybe you could make a cloaking larcima with your shadows..." Mumbling now, allowing "work" to distract her, she'd partially transform her right arm into that of the lycan before beginning to pummel one half of the giant lacrima. The act was function as well as a subtle self-punishment. Whether powered or not, the thing was dense as hell.

Cheshire Copeland

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"Yeah?" She continued brandishing her massive fist into the lacrima, throwing chunks every which way there was. "Limestonians weren't rich by any means, but they were knowledgeable. I learned everything from the elders there as a child."

The woman disregarded the statement on the "safety" of breaking the crystal this way. For surely, despite it's power, the wolves' knuckles were starting to split. It was the least she could do to ignore her own emotional disturbance and she didn't intend on letting someone convince her away from it by mentioning it.

"Oh? I know a good metal worker in town, I'm sure we could get her to make you something. Maybe we can use the lacrima to power it. You could enchant it with your magic."

The crystal was chipped away by quite a lot now, with all the pieces flying she was sure this would be enough for now. But.. damn, I should come back to get the rest sometime.

Cheshire Copeland

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