Are you afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 2]

[birthmural]

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For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.

Now, now. Who to possess first?

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[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

Nehaalista smiled and nodded, signing rapidly as the necklace spoke, [It was of no trouble.] Well, not really. [Light be with you.] She clapped Daimon on the shoulder as she turned and summoned her mount again, riding off into the sunset into the City.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Well, she could definitely tell when she was unwanted, and besides, Marco needed time with his mother right now, didn't he? She got up, dusting herself off, and looked over at Eva.

"I'll see you later," she said half halfheartedly, and walked off, hoping to get to hydroponic bay and then the W.I.T.C.H. bus, soon. She was feeling pretty cruddy right now.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

She nods to Katara, feeling that she'll have to go in and do some more apologizing and rationalizing later, before turning back to Marco. "I'm okay, sweetheart."

She taps her finger to her temple. "I should really start charging rent on this place, right? Make me a very rich woman." It's a bad joke, but it's part of the brave face she needs to put forward, and she knows he's scared and hurting too. Even after the war on Earth, they've never really felt safe, and all this has just given them another reason to cite for their suspicions and paranoia. She stills her hands from shaking and puts one on Marco's hand on her shoulder.

[livestoannoy]

"Sorry Mom, but I'm gonna be kicking out any tenants you get," Marco said, still a little shaky himself. "I'll bury them in the garden."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"I know you will. I could think of less suitable places for them to end up." She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Using his shoulder to steady herself, she stands up. She's mostly uninjured, though she gingerly touches her neck, but she's almost entirely drained of energy. "But you know, if I start charging and you start killing my tenants, I may have to take you to task for damages. That's loss of business right there."

[livestoannoy]

Marco tried to steady her as she got up, waiting until she was on her feet before standing himself. "Hey, I am rolling in the moolah, remember? I can so afford to cover you."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"You know, before you were famous and richer than God, I had this thing called a job. It came with self-sufficiency, a paycheck and surprisingly good break-room coffee." She fidgets with her hands a bit more than usual and tries to convince herself that possession was nothing like Yeerks. It wasn't another being really controlling her, just her own personality ramped up on hatred and demons. Right? Her tentative steps feel as if they could be stopped by some unseen force at any moment.

She takes the flower clip from the back of her head so her hair covers the neck welt. No need for Marco to be able to see that longer than necessary. "Cassie's barn has bandages and disinfectant, doesn't it?"

[livestoannoy]

"You still had a job," Marco said dryly. "You just got extra perks as well. Like yachts."

He looked at Eva, raising his eyebrow at her. "Yeah, but no way are you treating yourself. Cassie can do it. Come on, let's get going."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"I'll have you know that I could buy boats with the job I had, thank you very much. Or at least a boat. But it was a nice one!" she protests.

She rolls her eyes at him. Banter is a nice distraction, at least. Focus on being lighthearted enough and sometimes it almost works. She resists the urge to ask him if he, too, is alright, because she knows the answer to that and knows he won't like the question. "You don't think I can take care of a wound on a part of my body that I can't see while so exhausted I can't think straight? Fine, have it your way."

[livestoannoy]

"I could buy better boats," Marco countered, before starting to pull Eva along. "And since we're having it my way, time to start walking."