8 ☽ ACTION ☾ GHOULS

[berthierite]

THE SCENE

[ In one of the back alleys of the City, dark and out of the way, an interesting sculpture has been formed. Berthier's element is not fire but ice, and the back lot that her ghoulish sisters had cornered her in has been coated with it. The three women frozen at the very center; enshrined with mouths twisted. The ice is thick and impenetrable, glittering subtly in what sunlight reaches the concealed location. ]

THE WOMAN

[ And not so far away from this icy prison, Berthier can be found bitterly fighting back her tears. The claw marks down her arms are nothing compared to her aching heart. Why her sisters? Why. ]

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[byherscore]

[ ah, but was the cold to one who had been frozen in ice for almost five thousand years? ]

But they're already dead.

[ she tapped a finger against the ice, pointing to one of the women. ] What's her name?

[berthierite]

[Rather than answer, Berthier flings a sharp spear of ice at where Diva's finger touches her sister.]

[Hands off.]

[byherscore]

[ she dodges, sliding out of the way in a split second before it pierces her flesh. ]

That wasn't very nice. You could have hurt someone.

[ she licked at her hand, soothing away an abrasion. It still felt cold were the ice spear had grazed her skin. Berthier was starting to prove interesting. That wasn't a good thing. ]

[berthierite]

You are of no consequence to me.

[That is how it has always been. Berthier and her sisters and her clan. No one else mattered.]

[byherscore]

[ her eyes flashed a bright blue, just moments before she's moving, dashing in with a blur of movement to snag Berthier's throat. If there was one thing she hated, it was being dismissed.

If Berthier wants to counter, she'll need to be quick. If not, well... Diva's not above toying. ]

[berthierite]

[ It is not so much quickness as the ability to teleport. She is no longer there beneath Diva's hands, instead hovering above with a dark and... slightly elated expression. ]

Just another little bug.






[[ooc; I am reasonably sure Diva could rip her to shreds eventually! But Bertie will slink off to her secret lair before letting someone kill her, just to let you know! I'm not opposed to doing a few rounds of battle though!]]

[byherscore]

[ her eyes flick up immediately, her interest peaked another notch. She had picked an interesting one this time. How utterly delightful. ]

Oh, there you are.

I thought you ran away.

[ But then her eyes flick back to the ice block and then she grew thoughtful. ] Can you do the same to them?

[ Who would reach them first? Now that would be a fun game indeed.


((ooc: yes, that sounds fine! Diva can easily get distracted by everything else still going on in the city for if/when Berthier would like to run away. I'm game for everything. ))

[berthierite]

[ Berthier can't teleport all three of her sisters at once. Which forces her to instead teleport before them and act as a shield. She tries to bolster it with a wall of ice around the four of them. ]

[byherscore]

[ ah... the noble sister act. She was used to this defense and stops just short of cracking her fist against the ice. ]

So you choose them?

[ wrong answer, but then there were no right answers either. There's only the glint in her eye as she turns, using the momentum to try and crack the ice in front of her. Loyalty, dedication, concern. How she hated them, every last emotion in the book. They always got in the way. ]

[berthierite]

[ Berthier is not a inconsiderable tactician. But... not when she is emotional. Her only defense is to continue lowering the temperature. It can only go so far, however. Too low and even Berthier will find herself encased and so, eventually Diva will break through. ]

[byherscore]

[ but Diva's own breath chills and she's not as fast as she'd prefer as she finally shattered the ice around him, only to fall to her knees to catch her breath. She hated the cold, hated the darkness of a cage barely lit.

She hated with no sense of why or how come. If Berthier needed her chance to escape, it is now. Before she regathers her strength. At least she's had one small victory. ]

[berthierite]

[ Berthier's eyes narrow at her, brow furrowed, something tremulous there. It's the moment she needs to realize she is too emotional right now, and that it is a moment to retreat and gather her thoughts. ]

[ And so she does. ]