Perched On The Dreaming Gates
Teleportation: Ultimate
Do you know what I was created for? Polly needed someone to act as her gateway. Simply falling asleep does not allow you to slip into the Dreamtime. Unless someone pulls you in from the Wakingtime from the otherside, you need one such as I to teeter on the edge of both realms to allow you access. With a blink and an incantation, I can send anyone to Avalon, City of Dreams, or even to Damascus, City of Nightmares. Perhaps one day I will find the need to throw myself away and make that trip to Damascus. I have many enemies there, even if I do find myself slowly fraternizing with many such creatures more often that I would once so desire. But that is no real quest. That is only suicide. I want death on my own terms.
Death To Youma
Polymorph: Ultimate
Most disagree with this philosophy. Those people are the ones that most likely find no sorrow or pity in my story. Most people do not believe that within dreams lie the ultimate truth for mortality. Where else can a being of finite existence find what they truly want? Not in their Wakingtime reality, but in their dreams. The creatures of the Dreamtime know this. Upon entering the Wakingtime, they take on mortal guises. Much like the one you wear. I knew you were some sort of youma the moment I set eyes on you. In fact, you never realized until now that I had removed your guise from your Dreaming form and revealed it to the world.
Immunity: Paralysis
Immunity: Standard
Your words... they intend to strike fear into my heart, do they not? The last time I felt fear was years ago, darling. Even then, in front of the waring masses of Heaven and Hell, I didn't pause to gasp in awe of their pressence or paralyze in fear of my death. Even then I had no true fear. At least, no fear that could cause me to cease my actions. And now... those hints of fear are nothing but memories that fade away more and more with every day. Now deal me this so-called "justice" and make me fade away like those memories.
Immunity: Emotion Control
Immunity: Standard
Pity? Love? Redemption? Oh, how I wish you were there the day Polly died. That day I would have accepted your pleas for my salvation. But no... I have made my decision. I seek only release through death. After all, I am only the figment of a dead girl's imagination. I should never have even felt such emotions. Better to end this now than to become reattached to everything I loved when she was alive. No, I want nothing else in this existence. There is nothing else to live for. Please, cease this banter. Dredging up these memories only make the pain worse, not better.
Resistances: Arcane Lore
Resistances: Standard
You... you're... NO! You're too much like her. Too kind. Too loving. Too willing to do anything in your power to help those in need. I need NONE of your help. I didn't want to do this. I wanted you to be the one. But no... I cannot bear to see you anymore. Your link to the Dreamtime, young child, is no more. See that spirit thread attached to your finger? See it dissipating? That is your connection to the Dreaming being severed. By me. And now...
Dream Your Destiny
Animal Transformation: Ultimate
....now that I have you grasped in my claws, do you have anything left to say to the world, Magical Girl? Anything I should say if I meet one of your fellow Sisters? Nothing? You just want to know why I'm doing this? I'm not going to tell you. Just be thankful you get to ask the question. Polly never got the chance to do even that. I'm confused and hypocritical? Why yes, I am, aren't I? Not that it matters, now does it?
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