The House(New Roleplay)

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Mythra carried on wringing her hands for a time, and continued to stare at the ground, her body going stiff at the familiar voice. Then slowly, she turned to him with a cold gaze, that didn't quite reach his eyes, and said slowly,

'My magic. My magic is now less than half what it was. And without the bond, parts of my mind will begin to decay. It is not a thing we are supposed to do. A bond once made is generally unbreakable. To break it literally stretches one's mind until it snaps. I cannot remake the bond now. Few people know how to do so', she took a deep breath and looked at the ground again before getting to her feet shakily, and bracing one arm on the wall, 'but you are free again..that is what you wanted? And that is what you have got.'

She hissed in pain as she turned away again and bit her tongue hard.
'And I thought you were a trusted friend', she murmered softly.

The vision of Susan Delgado on the stake wracked his mind.

He could think of nothing else.

He was a failure - he let the one woman he loved die.

He was worth nothing.

"My God! What have I done?!"

He barely heard Mythra's words.

He'd already collapsed on the floor, crying.

Mythra turned slightly at the sound of sobbing, but stayed where she was. She could not go near him now...he had betrayed her and her compassion had left her cold. She bent over her knees and retched for a time as the events of the last few hours hit her, wiping her mouth and sitting back up. Then she spoke,

'You cannot change the past... but you can change the present. Are you willing to repeat the mistake? Are you willing to watch me die as you did her? I am not your lover, but I trusted you. I trusted you to protect me.', she said as loudly as she could.

'If you fall apart now, you betray Wraith too. '.

That said, she bent close to the floor, hugging herself to keep warm in the chill air.

"I will take my leave of you three. I have much to do, and not enough time in which to do it. However, be forewarned. The house takes advantage of the emotional turmoil within. If it is anything like Silent Hill, then things will get worse. Resolve your differences now, lest this house never let you go, and Flagg take advantage of it...."

With that, Mr Oak turned and began to walk out of the cellar, half-expecting a command for him to stop and explain....

((As the Doctor said, "I don't do domestics. ))

Wraith was quite sure that she had never felt so uncomfortable in her life. Both of her companions were emotional; Roland was crying, and Mythra was feeling betrayed. And now, with Mythra's last sentence, she had been dragged into it too. This is worse than those creatures, she decided. At least then I could do something.

Wraith had no intention in joining in. She felt no ill-will towards the others. Well, no, that wasn't true. She didn't have any ill feelings that they didn't know of all ready. That was more accurate.

There were problems inside her, of course, but there always had been. She had no intention on working them out in front of anyone. Ever.

She contemplated following Mr. Oak - she had many questions for him still - then decided that her friends were the most pressing issue. She sighed loudly. No one looked up. Damn. That didn't work. She pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning against, brought her heel down loudly, and tried again. Still nothing.

She surveyed her companions for a minute, then walked over. Crouching down between them, she laid a hand on a shoulder of each. Her wings streched over them.

"Come on," she said softly. "I know there's some problems here, but they're only going to get worse if we stay. Please pull yourselves together."

(Haha, this is so funny. Some cannot even deal with emotion in a friggin roleplay. )

((Me? I can, actually, but I'm not picking sides in this, and we're kinda stuck in a homicidal house. T'were this real life, I would want out.))

((T'were this real life, I would probably have slapped his face and run off back when he threatened to shoot me ))

((This is true. Didn't think of it that way. ))

((Hey, I don't do domestics, okay? And Mr Oak doesn't have a gun. He doesn't need one....

Seriously, it's hard for me to watch the Doctor Who stories The Long Game and Father's Day, especially the latter when the Doctor and Rose have that big clash over saving her father...))

((In what way is it hard?))

((In The Long Game, I still get the feeling Adam gets hard done by, when the Doctor rips into him, though Adam was self-serving...

And then there is the utter lack of sympathy and paranoia on the Doctor's part when Rose saves her father. He reckons she planned it from the beginning! Paranoid sod....

And in Tooth and Claw, when Queen Vic banishes them from the UK because she reckons they take death too lightly, and declares the Doctor an enemy.

As I said, I don't do domestics. I can't stand some CSI episodes because of the politics involved in the lab...))

((Oh, and I can't watch The Idiot's Lantern, despite it written by the wonderful Mark Gatiss, because the abusive father in it is so much like mine...))

"Get your filthy wings off me you fallen angel."

Roland slowly came to his feet.

He was worthless, he was an evil bastard.

But it wasn't time for hysterics.

It was time to prove to his friends he was worth a damn.

With newfound resolustion he marched over to Mythra took her by the arm - forcing her to look in her to look at him in the eyes.

"We don't have time for this, after we go out of this damn house we can find someone to fix the bond but untill then you'd better get your act together."

Clearing his voice his started again.

"Now, that little incident earlier. That was uncalled for by me. You didn't know what to do so you did the best you could."

Turning and sauntering towards the room Thanatos goes to his heel.

"Lets go deal with this lunatic house."

Just then, a small smile crawled across Roland's lips.

Roland turned back around.

He smelled something like...burning flesh.

Walking over to the fallen angel he smelled her thoughly.

"Not you"

Walking over to Mythra he noticed she stank like a dead dog - no offence to Thanatos.

"Mythra, where are your acid burns?"

Mythra was too tired to respond to Mr Oak's leaving much, but did manage to ask weakly if he would be returning anytime soon before she turned away again. She was about to get to get to her feet and leave herself when she felt a hand on her shoulder...Wraith. She really didn't feel like being touched and quickly shifted out from beneath the wing and gently pushed the hand away. Lifting herself unsteadily to her feet, she went to lean against the wall nearest the door, breathing heavily from the exertion. What was wrong with her?

Roland remained where he was, immobile, for a time, but the silence was soon broken by his harsh words to Wraith and his getting to his feet...she could not see what he was doing for she was too afraid to look at him again. She was now in considerable pain from her burns, for acid, as acid was prone to do, continued to burn.

She jumped as a hand grabbed her arm and turned her around, bringing her face to face with Roland, whose mouth, she noticed, was set in a grim line. It seemed the old Roland determination was back again. She could hear a buzzing start in her ears and tried to pull out of the grip to lean against the wall again. As soon as he had let go, she moved back and turned away slightly. She had heard his words and accepted them, but at heart, she still felt terribly betrayed and a conflict existed...she wanted to trust him again, but how could she?

'Yes', she murmered, 'Let's go deal with this house'

She moved forward slightly, eyes looking at the ground, and was about to walk past him through the door when he did something odd...and went to sniff Wraith. Lifting her head, she found herself watching him as he moved towards herself and sniffed again...of course, burnt flesh. She could not smell it herself as she had become so used to it.

Slowly, she turned so he would see the back of her shoulder, her back and the back of her head.