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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 23, 2008 14:06:29 GMT -5
D'rorah's reception to Darko's offer was mixed. He was considering her offer, at the very least. She could tell she had intrigued him with her offer of Orion... of course, it would have been far too easy if he had merely taken the offer as given. This would be an interesting parry, of that she was certain. Yes, any moment now she would have what she wished, if only she could be patience. That, at least, would be no problem. Even though she knew there was a certain amount of urgency to this request, Darko could no be allowed to know that... she would be as patient as she needed to be for the moment.
She felt the beginnings of the rapid mental change very suddenly. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if Darko had found her in his mind and was attempting to push her out. No, this was something different. She pulled her mind back quickly, but not quickly enough. Through the initial blaze of fire and the hideous pain that came with it, she saw glimpses of Alessandro's thoughts as he broke through into his own mind. Reflexively, her faced contorted in pain as she finished her mental retreat, anxious not to cause herself any damage... after all, her mind was surely her strongest asset in this war.
She recovered in time to see him stumble back. The look on his face spoke of the trauma internally all too clearly. She could understand all too well the strange look he gave her, knowing she still was marked by her near corruption. And finally he was addressing her... exactly what she had wanted, no bargaining required. Of course, the suddenness of his appearance could only mean that a shift might happen at any moment.
"I have been here for quite some time," she confirmed with a slight nod. "You see..." she paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "I was concerned for you, and am still. I can see you remember little of your recent time at Hogwarts..." She sank fluidly onto the bench she had so recently shared with Orion and Darko. This aspect of him might not trust her quite yet, but she would do her best. A tentative hand reached out, placed on his shoulder as she placed a concerned look on her face. She had not yet found her Elemental Master, had no true emotions; yet, she was learning to mock them quite well. It was a necessity that she appear as 'normal' as possible--in the midst of all her recent abnormality--and emotions were a vital part of that.
"Alessandro," she used his first name, needing to delineate between the three personalities. Her usual formality would be unhelpful here... besides, it would be helpful to have him feel more connected to her. "I would like to attempt to help you understand something. However, I can only explain it to you if you agree to remain calm." She slowly slipped into his mind, as unobtrusively as possible. Knowing that Alessandro did not have the memories of the whole person, she was certain he would not immediately recognize the sensation of her mind as he might have before. From here, she could help him remain calm... and perhaps find a way to begin healing the damage that had obviously been done. "Do you know what happened when you left Hogwarts before? You were not the victim of any quidditch accident. You were taken by your parents, who no doubt feared for your safety. We have worked together in the past, restoring old memories that had been obliviated from you... they were trying to protect you from the fact that you were born to be the Elemental Master of Fire."
This explanation would take time. She could only hope she had enough. "I believe something similar may have happened while you were away from Hogwarts this time... only it seems that something else caused a schism within your own mind..." she trailed off, gauging his response. "The reason you have these periods when you wake and cannot remember what has happened is that there appear to be other dominant aspects of yourself within your mind, controlling it. I want to help you pull all of those aspects together and recover those memories." She gestured slightly to herself. "We must find a way to make you whole again, because our enemies will not pause to take advantage of any weakness they might perceive from any of us. May I help you?" She waited patiently for an answer, knowing that everything she told him might sound incredible, knowing he was likely to resist, at least a bit... but hoping he would eventually give in to wanting to know what was going on inside his own head.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Jul 25, 2008 20:25:52 GMT -5
Confusion was not an alien concept to Alessandro Orion Darko in his current state. His face clearly spoke volumes of the magnitude of confusion to which he had been a captive of. Coming back to Hogwarts was not supposed to be like this, what with all the near-death misses, and strange abilities dealing with darkness, and now he was losing his mind. Alessandro watched as D’rorah sat down beside him and listened attentively as she began to explain a long list of events which had apparently taken place, of which, he had no recollection. A comforting hand on his shoulder made him recoil slightly, but then as he had turned to look at her, her expression full of concern, he relaxed. He was silent when she offered to help, and remained as such until the barrage of facts came along. The single most distressing question she had asked him was if he remembered what happened after he left Hogwarts last. It was clear as crystal in his mind that he had gotten into a Quidditch accident, however, remembering the images he saw in his mind as he had allowed Keaira to try and help him, he furrowed his brow. She continued on to explain that he did not suffer from a simple Quidditch accident, and that he had been withdrawn from Hogwarts by his parents. Then there was the old Elemental Master bit. Yes, he did believe, but it was a begrudging belief. Keaira had provoked him into controlling the fire she had at her wandtip after claiming he was the master of fire. He was surprised to see that he, in fact, could control that which he was afraid of. But why him?
”I am having a hard time trying to…distinguish between what’s real…and fabrication…” He said slowly turning his gaze to her. ”The memory of the accident is so….prominent in my mind…but when I try to remember, it seems off somehow…like the shapes and colors…pattern’s and textures…I just thought it was a side effect of the concussion.” He stated. As much as he didn’t want to believe everyone, he was starting to second guess himself. His parents knew he was to be the Elemental Master of Fire? Then his parents knew of the battle between dark and light, and purposely attempted to deprive the side of light. Would that make them followers of the Mage? The very person who ordered an attack on him upon his arrival which nearly cost him his life. Again, swarming with confusion, his face scrunched up and he gazed at her as she continued. The next series of sentences that she verbalized seemed to horrify him.
”You think that…I am crazy.” He said sounding a bit offended and horrified. He blinked a couple times and allowed for the notion to process. Schism; a split, fracture, crack, and she was inferring that his mind was as such. As he let his mental cogwheels turn, it did start to make sense to him. Other aspects, as in personalities taking on dominant and passive characteristics of his whole self, and splitting them up in three ways to accommodate a traumatized mind. He nodded his head slightly as if he understood what she was saying. It began to make perfect sense to him, much to his chagrin. He didn’t like the idea that when he blacks out, some other part of him takes control, ruining his reputation. Swallowing hard, he looked up to find her cold, eyes of steel hue.
”So, you think that my parents may have obliviated me again…and this time, it damaged my brain? I’ll have to admit it would make sense…all my lost time…I’m sick of being in the dark…I don’t want to let some other repressed aspect of me take control, that doesn’t sound very pleasant at all…what If I do something crazy? Or harm someone? This needs to be corrected straight a way. I don’t want to be confused anymore….please, help me, make me understand all of this.” So he accepted her offer. He, of course, had his mild trepidations, but decided that if he were to make any headway, he would have to trust somebody. After all, these were his friends, his school-mates, his partners in the bigger picture, although he had yet to remember all of this.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 25, 2008 22:25:35 GMT -5
D'rorah nodded slowly as Alessandro accepted her help--nearly pleaded with her to help him, in fact. The task now was to keep Darko from surfacing again... and hopefully to keep Alessandro himself in control of his mind. There was a strong chance that Orion would he helpful in bringing together all of the personalities. He seemed to have the memories of all three, or at least to be more aware of all of their presences. And, she had promised him that she would help him to find Darko. She hated to begin work here, in the stands of the quidditch pitch, but going anywhere would have been a waste of valuable time. Every moment she delayed delving into his mind was another moment that things might shift and she would again find herself speaking with Darko. Of course, the fact that each aspect did not have the memories of the other could be helpful... perhaps he would not realize what she was doing if he suddenly came to. Either way, it didn't matter... she remembered calling Alessandro a friend, and he was vital to the success of the Lightfighters. She would do everything in her power to help him.
"We should work quickly," she began, turning to face him more. "I need you to calm your mind, grasp it firmly so that I can work with you. You must not allow the darker element of your personality to take over... he wishes to destroy the other two aspects. And I do not know that I would be able to protect myself from him without harming you," she added, concerned for his safety.
With a light touch, she extended her hands and placed one on each side of his head, right at the temples. "We have done something similar before... when I began to teach you occlumency..." she explained, her voice only the barest whisper as she switched over to a purely mental communication and slipped quietly into his mind. It was somewhat familiar to her... the surroundings were nearly as she'd remembered them from before... though obviously altered slightly due to his mental trauma.
She looked as the aspect of Alessandro that stood before her in his mind. "Even though you have suffered a certain amount of damage, I am rather certain it can be undone. I have read reports before of telepaths who were able to assist mentally traumatized patients in recovery. I believe I may be able to do much the same for you. We must find the younger aspect, Orion."
She realized, as she looked at herself, here, in Alessandro's mind, that she appeared very different from how she did in real life. She appeared as she had before this most recent brush with corruption, whole... no streaks of black and grey hair, no grey tinted skin... her eyes, no doubt would also be grey, rather than black. This proved to her that the Alessandro Darko she knew was still to be found... his memories still lingered, coloring her as he had known her before his disappearance. It was a reassuring sign.
She stretched out her mental awareness, looking for the calm and innocent being that was Orion, remembering how he had felt to her before Darko had taken over. Orion and Alessandro together should be enough... if they joined again, that should seal the schism enough to bring all three aspects together... Darko would never need to participate. And so, daring to hope, she set off to find Orion, hoping she could working quickly enough to be successful.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Jul 26, 2008 16:00:32 GMT -5
Faster than he could imagine, she immediately commenced the restoration process. He made himself comfortable as she began to inform him that he needed to calm his mind and "grasp" it so that his alter-ego would not present itself in the throws of her mental probing. It made him feel somewhat uneasy as she referred to his darker self, and telling him that she didn't know if she'd be able to protect herself fully without harming him in the process. Was it that bad? His darker side was that dangerous? He swallowed hard as she then placed both of her hands at either side of his temples, her fingertips lightly pressing into his flesh. Her breathed whisper of how they had done this once before while she was training him how to properly utilize occlumency to his advantage didn't ring any bells, and that was the last external stimulus that his ears had the pleasure of transducing into sound waves before he locked eyes with her, and slipped away into the darkness.
There was a glimmer of light off in the distance, and it was rushing at him fast. Finally the light permeated his sight and as it died down he was standing in a dimly lit room with D'rorah. She looked different than her physical form, beautiful was too simple a word to describe her, and if anything he felt that she was resplendent, for this was his beacon of light, guiding him to completion. His own astral form took on only a slightly different appearance from his physical; he was how he was prior to his departure from Hogwarts. His hair was its normal length, and well kept just about the eyes. Although he always wore it longer than the average male, his physical aspect of himself had let it grown much too long and unkempt. In addition to his hair, his face was fresh and not pallid and sleep deprived. He was the true embodiment of himself prior to being fractured. As he looked down at himself, he noted the color of his robes: Yellow. An odd color for him to wear, as his favorites tended to be blues and greens, and sometimes maroon or purple. The color yellow held many significances, but in this case it represented pusillanimity in its most innocent stages. Fear of the unknown.
"Even though you have suffered a certain amount of damage, I am rather certain it can be undone. I have read reports before of telepaths who were able to assist mentally traumatized patients in recovery. I believe I may be able to do much the same for you. We must find the younger aspect, Orion." Nonplussed, he furrowed his brow in response to her statement of finding the "younger aspect" and then using his middle name. "What exactly do you mean, Dee? My middle name is Orion..." He asked, speaking to her with an air of familiarity. Alessandro did not know, or clearly quite grasp what D'rorah aimed to do, and therefore didn't know that the other "aspects" of him were named accordingly to his other two names, Darko, and Orion.
As D'rorah extended her mental awareness to cover more of Alessandro's brain, Alessandro felt himself taken with it, her, as they seemed to be moving quickly through various mindscapes and memories that Alessandro did not necessarily recall. They were moving so fast, and Alessandro didn't have the time to question anything he saw, which began to frustrate him. Finally everything seemed to slow down, everything fading quickly.
"Why are we stopping?" He asked.
Off in the distance, a faint, child-like humming could be heard. It was echoing in a haunting manner, making Alessandro feel a bit frightened to say the least. He was not expecting to hear such a creepy thing going on in his own mind. As if dark clouds were parting, a large, rambling castle could be seen off in the distance. It was night and the yellowed windows of the castle were the only sources of light coming from it. Both Alessandro and D'rorah seemed to be hanging there in the atmosphere of Scotland's obscured countryside. Suddenly, they both began to float toward the castle, the eerie humming seeming to get stronger as they neared the main doors, which opened on their own accord as they were to pass the threshold. Floating through the foyer and up the grand stairs, they made their way straight into the Great Hall.
The Great Hall was completely decorated as if it was the night of the Sorting Ceremony for all the new arrivals. Each table was found to have an abundance of food and drink, ranging from Cornish Hens and Treacle Tart, to Butterbeer and Firewhisky. The house banners shimmered with grace and elegance as they billowed ever so gently in the strange absence of any wind whatsoever. Upon looking up at the enchanted ceiling, it was displaying the birth of a star in fast forward. The only thing missing from the Great Hall was presence. There was nobody in sight except for a small boy, wearing blue robes, sitting at the head of Ravenclaw table, eating Treacle Fudge and Pumpkin Pasties with an innocent, childlike behavior, swinging his legs, and humming a tune as he ate. He stopped for a brief moment to look up and acknowledge the two arrivals, and then went right back to his sweets.
As Alessandro touched down, the environs felt firm, solid, almost real. Too real in fact, that he wouldn't even know better had he not been with D'rorah on an expedition in his own mind. He looked at her with an inquisitive look on his face. "This...child? This is who you're looking for? One of my "aspects" is a child?" Alessandro whispered to her, sounding thoroughly confused.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 26, 2008 18:28:29 GMT -5
"What exactly do you mean, Dee? My middle name is Orion..."
"Each aspect of your personality took on a piece of your full name," she explained patiently. "There is a younger aspect, which seems to be aware of all three pieces... and also of your past. He has taken the name of Orion. The darker aspect has chosen to call himself Darko, appropriately enough, I suppose."
She continued on, half-leading and half-following, unsure really of where to look.
"Why are we stopping?"
She wondered that herself. But then, she heard the faint humming. Yes, that would have to be Orion, off somewhere in the distance. She followed along with Alessandro, allowing him to lead the way to the seemingly disembodied voice that floated through the air. It almost seemed too easy, as though all they had to do was wish to find Orion... and now here he was. She Great Hall, decked out for the sorting festivities, loomed before them--monstrously gaping and empty in all its splendor. It seemed almost like the beginnings of a nightmare... a strange child-like voice in the middle of a vast void. But then, somehow it was reassuring as well.
"This...child? This is who you're looking for? One of my "aspects" is a child?"
She nodded quietly, watching as Orion continued with his sweets, oblivious to Alessandro and D'rorah except for his brief acknowledgment. "We all have that piece of us... innocence, bravery, unconditional love, curiosity... so many qualities of goodness and wonder..." she trailed off, hoping he would be reassured.
She crept forward slowly and took a seat on the bench beside Orion, facing away from the table. "Orion," she began, her voice quiet and calming, "I promised you I would find your brother, Alessandro. I know you were very concerned that something bad had happened to him." She smiled over at him and beckoned for Alessandro to join her. "Do you understand that you and Alessandro are the same person?" she asked, certain he would. He was a terribly bright boy, as was the older version sitting beside her. "Right now, the fact that you are apart makes things dangerous for both of you. I know you worried about Darko... but if the three of you can come back together again, you will all be safe." She hoped to herself that she was doing this right... for some odd reason, she was certain she would only have this one opportunity. If she failed, she feared Darko would take hold of Alessandro and destroy the other two aspects... and that would be a hideously tragic loss.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Jul 27, 2008 21:34:40 GMT -5
{OOC: okay, lol this is going to be tricky, switching back and forth between Orion and Alessandro's P.O.V, bear with me.}
BIC:
Orion sat there at the head of Ravenclaw table, completely clad in blue robes, as blue would signify wisdom, and tranquility, for he was the aspect that retained all the knowledge and tranquil innocence that the whole version once possessed. As he swung his feet and continued to indulge himself with the continual array of sweets, ranging from Pumpkin Pasties, to Treacle Fudge, he noticed that the two arrivals that had been standing in the doorway to his Great Hall had now come over to him. The taller one of the two, female, and pulchritudinous in a multitude of aspects, sat down at the bench next to him and addressed him. He paused momentarily as she spoke of Alessandro. Yes she had told him previously that she had a plan for trying to bring him back, but the creature clad in yellow that she gestured to, was in fact, not Alessandro. He went back to eating his sweets as the older fractured version of Alessandro came over and sat next to D'rorah.
At the mention that they were the same person, Orion calmly put down his Pumpkin Pastie and looked to his right, facing D'rorah. "I'm not Al'sandro. He's not niether." He said simply and then picked up his sweet and began eating again. Orion wasn't denying the fact that he wasn't an aspect of Alessandro, but clearly wanted to detail the fact that he was not Alessandro, himself, and neither was the version clad in yellow. Both parties, Orion, and Alessandro, were only pieces of a puzzle, and when completed, the puzzle would become Alessandro.
"But he's so scary." Orion said informatively of Darko upon D'rorah's mention of the three of them needing to be together to become whole again. "He doesn't like me. He doesn't like Al'sandro. I don't know why. He's a meanie." Orion said, tossing the rest of his pasty angrily onto the table, and then subsequently crossing his arms in an obstinate manner.
Alessandro sat there, looking at this younger version of himself with awe. He blinked several times thinking that he was madder than a hatter who had ingested mass quantities of mercury. As he sat there, assessing this youthful concoction of his mind, he listened to how the child spoke, and how confident he was sitting there, just eating his sweets, not really giving more exposition than necessary. He listened to D'rorah's words, yes, he felt that she was right. He needed to somehow merge with this child in order to bring himself closer to becoming whole again. However, when Orion stated that he was not Alessandro, nor was he himself, a feeling off sadness washed over him, swallowing him whole. Orion was right. He was not Alessandro, but only a fractal, an incomplete portion. Frowning as he let his insecurities swarm over him, he looked up and around him. What was he but absolutely zero? He had no memories, he was frightened all the time, and whats worse is that he was not in control of anything.
He took a breath and then looked over at Orion. "Orion...if we're both not Alessandro..." It sounded completely off to him, he knew he was Alessandro, that was his name, but the child was right, he was not the true version. "If we're not Alessandro...then, we must become him. You and I...from what I understand are pieces of him. Even this Darko bloke." He looked at D'rorah, searching for her approval, wondering if where he was going was the right path taken. He had no idea how they were supposed to merge, but he vaguely had a notion that it had to do with both of them opening up and realizing their true nature and purpose as a whole.
Orion's face screwed up with turmoil. "But Al'sandro's my brother...how am I supposed to be him...when...he's dead?" The extent of Orion's knowledge on the subject of his brother was vast, but had been completely fabricated to a certain extent. He retained ALL of his memories, saying that his brother "told them to him" and then up to the point of Alessandro's death, it was a completely fabricated experience based off of the events which took place the night Keaira and Zane rescued him from the cemetery. If Orion were to be asked what his birth date was, or to describe a memory of his own, singular of his brother's, he would in fact, not be able to do so.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 27, 2008 22:18:49 GMT -5
"I understand that he can be scary," D'rorah agreed with Orion. "It is not that he dislikes you..." she paused, how could she explain this to one so young?
Hearing Alessandro begin to speak, she allowed him to take over for a bit. After all, who better than to convince the pieces, than another piece? She could also hear Alessandro's internal workings... how he doubted himself. She wouldn't talk him out of it... she knew that this was merely part of this aspect. This was the reserved, cautious part of Alessandro Orion Darko. This was the part with caution and self-doubt.. the part that tempered the whole. His timidity was the perfect balance to Darko's volatile nature.
It was amazing, the extremes that a person could have, all existing together. Those pieces, broken apart, couldn't really give you an idea at all of the whole. She spoke up as Orion asked how he could be Alessandro is Alessandro was dead.
"Alessandro did not die... not exactly," she began explaining. "When you say that he 'died', the even you are speaking of is when the split occurred. Alessandro Orion Darko ceased to be when the three of you--Orion, Alessandro, and Darko--came into being. So then, you see, if you really do want your brother back, you are the only one who can bring him back to life. In order to do that, I must bring each of you back together."
She looked over at Alessandro. Then she looked to Orion. In their eyes, she searched for some understanding of the truth. She knew that Darko would be the most difficult aspect by far to convince. But hopefully, if she could get Alessandro and Orion to join her, she could convince him. His piece was the aggressive drives... anger, vanity, hunger, lusts... those were very easy needs to appeal to, for the most part. Alessandro and Orion together would be strong enough to control Alessandro on their own... if Darko decided not to join, he would likely be giving up his chance at having any say whatsoever in the fate of the whole unit. She had a feeling that that would not appeal to him much.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Jul 28, 2008 11:52:20 GMT -5
"Dear me, It seems that we have quite an impromptu gathering..."
The voice permeated through the Great Hall like an icy wind that chilled your spine, producing goosebumps up and down your flesh. Orion and Alessandro both jumped at the suddenness of the voice. It did not sound happy in the least on the subject, and Orion began to look wildly around him. Alessandro merely looked confused, but still frightened, as if he didn't know what to expect next.
"I must thank you, Sparrow, for upholding your end of the bargain. You've brought me to him, and I didn't even have to give you Alessandro. My my how things work out for the best. Now do please step aside, I have a constellation to destroy."
Alessandro, now in similitude with Orion, was looking around wildly, feeling his stress levels skyrocket. Every place he looked, he could not find the source of the voice, yet, he felt a horrible foreboding deep down that the originator was someplace dreadfully close. Standing up quickly, he looked at D'rorah as if she had an answer of what to do next. Similarly, Orion jumped up as well. The enchanted ceiling overhead that once was showing the birth of a star, now was showing the death, a star collapsing into itself, thus creating a supernova; an interstellar explosion.
Orion made a dash for the doors, but as quickly as he had moved, the doors swung shut with fervor, and immediately melded into the stone wall. The room began to get very dark as the sources of light began to extinguish one by one, finally submersing the room into a pitch black darkness. Both personalities cried out in unison, as they began to fumble around in the darkness. Suddenly a brilliant flash of fire illuminated the darkened space. Rows of fire lined the tops of the walls, and lit up the Great Hall to show that it had changed. There were no tables, instead, a big gaping hole in the floor which resembled a pit descending into the recesses of hell. The head of the hall, which usually beheld a grand table for the staff and headmaster, now only held a quite lavish, and large, throne. Sitting atop that throne was Darko, clad completely in red capes and cloaks, looking as despotic as ever.
"I think I'll be taking charge now." His voice boomed through the hall.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 28, 2008 15:55:25 GMT -5
D'rorah could feel the icy prick of Darko's voice, causing a series of goosebumps to run down her spine. It seemed to come from all around, reverberating off the walls of what had been the Great Hall. Her eyes narrowed as he continued to speak... her mind was racing with a thousand possibilities of how she might react. And then, finally, spinning around, she saw him... having set himself upon a dark throne nearly as grand as he was in is own mind. Wryly, she reminded herself that she would bring this part of himself to Alessandro's attention if he ever again mentioned a fear of fire. This presence, this voice, seemed afraid of very little.
She put herself between Darko and the two other aspects, her stance becoming protective.
"I think I'll be taking charge now."
"You. Will. Not." She replied, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. Her ices were an icy steel as she regarded this worthy foe. A smirk appeared on her face, all the more horrible looking for the utter lack of warmth or humor in her eyes. "You have already defeated yourself in coming here, trying to defeat them."
Boldly, she took a step towards Darko, avoiding the gaping hole in the floor. "Together, any two aspects are always stronger than a single one. They understand... already I can sense the beginnings of their rejoining. And that is not something that you can undo with any level of force or coercion. The fact that you are here means that you, too, understand that you are only a part of the whole, rather than the whole itself. And the very understanding that has led you to destroy them will be the undoing of all of your very carefully laid plans... for that understanding is the only barrier left to be crossed before you join with them." Another careful step forward, her posture clearly challenging. "Together, they are stronger than you. They can defeat you without even trying... your only hope of continued existence is to join with them yourself..."
She locked eyes with Darko, waiting to see what he might say. Her next words were addressed to Orion and Alessandro. "This is your mind too... together, you can control more than he can." She turned to catch their eyes. "Make this place as you want it to be. Do not allow yourselves to be intimidated by this pathetic attempt at intimidation." She turned her eyes back to Darko, too wary to take her attention from him any longer than necessary. Even though he could not destroy Alessandro or Orion without her help, he could certainly destroy her. Here, she had no control over the environment or the events. Her only hope of survival was to ensure Alessandro's and Orion's survival as well. Orion was the brave aspect... she hoped she had inspired enough trust in her that he would believe her words.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Jul 29, 2008 21:40:25 GMT -5
Incensed. Darko stood up with immeasurable ire guiding him. He was furious that one would try to defy him in his own realm. This was his space, not hers, and he intended to keep her out of his affairs. He would not fail, he would overcome. If she thought that he was going to sit idly by and watch two pieces of the puzzle join together to thwart him, she thought wrong. By his presence being there, he superimposed his control over the other two. He was of far stronger mind and will than the latter, and chose to flex that muscle accordingly by taking charge of the mindscape that the other two had created. Now in his own brand of comfort, he exercised his control a bit more. "They are nothing!" He howled as he raised his left hand, thrusting it forward at them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alessandro stood back as he gaped at the environment around him, a pit of despair that his own partial mind had come up with. This other aspect, this darker person, focused on sheer aggression, anger, and power, did not find himself agreeable with Alessandro, and as he stood there, looking around wildly, trying to think of what to do next, D'rorah stepped forth and took the lead, standing up to Darko. He was furious that she defied him, and encouraged Orion and himself to take charge, and take control of things, for this was their mind too. Inspiring such a small spark of determination within Alessandro and a bit more in Orion, Orion was about to step forward when Darko thrust his palm at the group. A force so strong separated the group, sending Orion flying forward, aimed straight for the gaping pit to Hell. "Noooo!" Alessandro cried. He sat upright and watched as his younger self was flung past the threshold of the pit. Luckily, Orion had caught the edge with his hands before falling in, and now hung there, suspended over the hungry flames that flickered fiercely below. Scrambling to his feet as fear began to control his every move, the fear that he may lose everything in one fell swoop, he dashed over to the edge of the pit and reached down, grabbing Orion by both wrists. It felt like electricity as he touched the younger version, it surged through him like a power over-load, and then in a brilliant flash of light that completely engulfed them both, he found himself standing up, several feet in front of the pit, clad now in a different color, white. As he stood there, in a momentary stupor, all of the memories flooded back into his consciousness like a waterfall. The effect was so strong, the the sounds and voices of those memories echoed through the Great Hall, and the visuals danced across the ceiling. "I remember now... He blinked several times, staring at the ugliest version of himself he could imagine. He knew what was going on, and knew what had to be done. He needed to now merge with Darko, or he would never fully return to his true self. He turned his head to look at D'rorah, with a look of happiness, remorse, relief, and turmoil all in one. There would be time for thanks later, but now he had to take down his bad side. Darko howled with rage and raise both hands high in the air, causing several black, thorny vines to emerge from the floor and the walls, and restricted D'rorah in a tightly wound prison. "Darko...It's over now. You've lost. You can't exist without me, now, at least...""You've ruined everything!" He howled angrily as he began to destroy the scenery behind him. Everything began to disintegrate and dissipate into a swirling, black, nothingness. Darko ran at Alessandro, screaming angrily, fists raised as if physical harm were to cause any effect. Alessandro did not move, instead he opened his arms wide as if to welcome home a lost family member. Right as Darko's strike delivered quite a blow to Alessandro's chest, it was almost as if time froze. There was a brilliant flash of fiery light, and in an instant, Alessandro and Darko merged together in a fantastic display of burning flames, not only engulfing themselves, but everything else inside the mental landscape went up, and then poof, just as fast as everything had caught fire, everything was gone. It's time to be rebornHe opened his eyes to see the bright sky staring down at him. He must have fallen over in the heat of the moment, because now he was lying on his back, his chest heaving up and down heavily. Struggling to get up, he saw D'rorah, a different version that what he had seen in his mind. "Dee..." He breathed. Thank you wasn't enough. He didn't know where to begin. "I remember everything now...I didn't have an accident...my parents...they did this to me...Hewlett obliviated me...Professor Kade and Gat tortured me..." He was verbally recounting everything, giving himself closure, he needed to hear it out loud before he could go on. "I almost died....and then I became two different...three different people...I attacked Zane...I came onto Astrid...and Keaira..." He said her name shaking her head. He could remember how she did in fact show him the repressed memory of when his father obliviated him, and he didn't want to believe it, but it was Darko who refuted the belief, driving him away from her only to dwell on becoming a separate aspect that strove to control the whole. "D'rorah, thank you...you've been there for me every time I have been in need...You've always succeeded in bringing me back...." He said bowing his head a little as his sincere gratitude was expressed. (ooc: If I rushed anything, or did something wonky, let me know, I just felt that things should probably come to a close now.)
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jul 30, 2008 6:55:55 GMT -5
{{ooc: I see no wonkification here. This was your show, you were free to wrap it up whenever you liked. And I keep having to remind myself that this thread took place before Dee found her new EM... so the end of this post will be back to the emotionless, nearly corrupted version }} D'rorah watched with some measure of trepidation as Darko's ire seemed severely stirred against her. Everything seemed to happen very quickly, so quickly indeed that she had no time to react. Even if she had, this was not her realm at all. She had no more true control over what happened than she might have over the courses of the stars through the skies. From Orion's near plummet into a fiery pit, to Alessandro's determination to save the younger aspect, she watched calmly. Her only discomfort came as Darko caused a nest of dark thorns to wrap tightly around her. But they dissipated quickly as all three aspects finally joined together to create the Alessandro Orion Darko she had known before. Even better, he seemed completely healed and well in possession of all of his mental faculties. Perhaps this split had not been a bad thing after all... it seemed to heal the mental stresses that had been caused from the times that Hewlett had obliviated Darko. "For his protection." She felt herself caught in the blaze that occurred as Alessandro reclaimed himself and pulled out of his mind swiftly, recoiling from the bright blaze of Elemental Fire. Her fingers and toes curled spasmodically at the pain produced by the contact with Darko's mental fire, but passed quickly enough. And then, she watched tonelessly as things became clear once again to Alessandro. Her eyes were once again pools of black, her hair was streaked with black and grey, and her skin was a rather unappealing greying color. She listened quietly as he explained the things he remembered... actions mostly performed when Darko was in control of the body. Already she could feel the overwhelming beginnings of a might headache drowning out his words. The mental exertion on her part, coupled with the blaze of Fire at the end, had been quite more than she was prepared to handle. "D'rorah, thank you...you've been there for me every time I have been in need...You've always succeeded in bringing me back....""If you wish to repay the favor, Mister Darko," she said in her cold, empty voice, "see me to the common room so that I might make it to my dormitory to recover from this ordeal." As the sentence ended, she winced as a particularly sharp wave of pain sliced through her brain. As the pain blossomed and crescendoed, she amended her statement. "On second thought, I do not believe reaching my dormitory is an attainable goal without help past the common room... perhaps the Room of Requirement wouldbe better." With that, the pain took over, pushing her into a state that was a cross between sleep and unconsciousness. D'rorah slumped in her seat on the bench and began to topple over sideways. {{ooc: seems like you're ready to wrap this one up, so I'm cool with just leaving this and assuming whatever. Of course, you're welcome to post back if you like}}
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