Starting over

[Oriana]

Light cream colored hands reached into it's owner's jacket's pocket. Although it was 80 degree's, Selene didn't feel much of the wind. The girl had worn a tank top over the wool jacket, a pair of skinny jeans and some boots. You'd ask if she could actually walk around in them, but she'd just answer you with a stare. It turns out, the more quiet she was, the better she was at using her full potential. The girl's bangs covered her eyes, she walked with her head low, not revealing much of herself. Then she had finally reached the warehouse, it was secretly placed somewhere around the alley's, yet Selene grew up around here, so knowing her way in and about was pretty easy.

The wind picked up, and her hair flowed to a side, exposing her eyes. They no longer were a pink mixed with red, but from the night of the incident, they had stayed crimson, yet a circle of pink was still shown around her pupil. Staying emotionless helped her control her powers, as of right now she was using them. Practicing controlling on how to move them with speed. Of course to another person's eye, there was merely nothing else there around her, just a girl.

Finally she stopped in her tracks, feeling a aurora of power. Finally her search ended. With lifeless eyes, Selene looked up, leaving a distance between her, and the unknown figure. Hello She spoke, no melody was in it, just a hushed tone.

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Whispering • U N K N O W N

Whispering lay on her throne, which was simply a deep red couch. Her black trench coat hung on the arm, and she was sprawled across the couch herself, her head resting on the coat. Her slim hands messed with the folds of her black shirt, wich covered her too-thin belly. Her skirt was rumpled and her leggings stretched down to her ankles. Her knee-high boots were kicked onto the ground beside her throne, revealing her pale feet. Deep red lips moved quietly as she spoke silently to someone that no one else could see. Her head was tilted back, her black hair flowing like a river over the arm of the couch, reflecting blue, like a raven's wing. Her deep, bright blue eyes were half-closed with boredom.

She felt the girl's mind long before she came near the Warehouse. Whispering felt her intentions and directed her guards to stand down, to hide. This girl was too weak to be a spy; definately too weak. Even Whisp--in her frail state--could take her down with one blow.

She watched the girl walk in, unimpressed with her appearance. Dark black hair fell in front of her eyes so only her small, rounded, up-turned nose and her full, red lips showed. She glanced at the girl through her black locks and whispered in a voice that was frail and small, "Selene... You don't use your last name... Correct...?"

Whispering suddenly noticed the girl's blood red eyes. Blood... Slowly, Whisp stood, and walked over to the girl. She stood over her at a towering 5'11". She glanced down at the girl through her hair, and slowly lifted her hand to grip Selene's jaw in her hands. At the touch, Whisp's powers set to work, gently and unsuspiciously easing their way into the girl's mind. She was surprised to find that, behind the wall of emotionless nothing that the girl was now, there was someone who had, perhaps, the chance of being happy. The chance at love.

Whisp's voice was merely a faint whisper. "You know Syn Intuma..." She smiled only slightly, her lips tilting up to reveal sharp fangs. "And you know him well..."

The dark goddess of the Reapers circled Selene slowly, her hand gliding over her collarbones, across her shoulder, over her blond hair, over her pale cheeks. Whisp tilted her head forward enough so that through the ebony strands, you could see two cobalt blue eyes staring back at you. She studied Selene a moment longer before gliding slowly back over to her throne and settling herself in the same position as before.

Her black turtle-neck slipping down as she leaned her head back to reveal her nearly white, pale throat, she murmured to Selene, "You're welcome here... But we don't have many female Reapers yet... So you will stay in here, with me..." Whisp's head rolled to look at the doll-like girl. "And keep me company..."

[Oriana]

Softly, Selene watched as the one known as "Whispering" inspected her, not to impressed by her. Selene just stood there, not even bothering to look at the leader. Then she mentioned Syn, Selene's hands trembled a bit, focusing on her mind to block out any thoughts of Syn, hoping the queen wouldn't notice. Finally, she took her hands out of her pockets, feeling some-what at ease. Whispering, as much as I'd love to company you, I'd like you for you to train me, that's if you'd like to. Selene responded, her voice soft and hush as she slightly cocked her head to the side, looking at the vixen's impression.

Finally, the sound of her boots clapped onto the stone ground, finding their way over to the crimson couch, yet she didn't sit on it. She'd stand and roll her eyes at the guards who tried ever so hard to hide from her presence. May I show you what I could do? Although perhaps you already know She asked her, not looking directly at her but at the hidden guard who seemed to have caughten Selene's attention. Slowly Selene set her arms to her back, holding them there as she awaited for an answer. They don't seem.. as precious to you She answered the silent moment, still keeping her head at the same position as her blonde locks fell down with it.

The killing would be swift and luckily for the chosen guard, fast. Though it'd be such a bloody mess around her, and god knows how she'll act with the other guards surrounding them. On her face, a fixed grin was seen on her doll-like features, even though she'd never would admit it, she felt pleasure killing those. To makes matters worse, she didn't seem to like being watched silently. How fun would this be?

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Whispering • U N K N O W N

Whisp's head tilted as she felt no impression in the girl's mind. She was almost disappointed; surely someone would wonder how someone so weak and so frial-looking would become the leader of something as powerful as the Reapers? And as she spoke of training, Whisp's cobalt eyes flashed slightly. "Train you...?" She queried. "I shall do so, but only if you stay here, with me... None of the other girls are quite... Interesting enough..." Whisp's head tilted again slightly, her hand falling onto her eyes, making her lids close slowly, dark, luxurious lashes brushing against her locks.

Selene came to stand beside her as she slumped onto her throne, and as she spoke, Whisp's lips grinned slowly, a wild grin that showed all of her pointed teeth. "Oh, I'd quite like that," She purred softly. "Mcale, come here a moment, my little prince..." Her soft voice summoned all 20 guards in the room to drop silently. Some were better than others, and some still hid in the rafters. The best were unseen, unheard, undetectable. Except by her... Her mind reached for theirs, and they drew towards it, like it was their drug. Every idea she gave them, every emotion, was a drug to them. It was so addicting...

The smallest of all the guards, Mcale, stepped forward obediently, and he glanced over at Selene with a hateful glare. No one liked it when Whisp's attention was fully drawn on someone else. They didn't get to feel her mind in theirs, controlling them ever so softly...

"Mcale," Whisp murmured, sitting up softly. She stood and went over to the small boy, looking almost as though she would faint any moment. She simply looked so frail and so weak. Whisper leaned down slowly so she could rest her head against Mcale's shoulder, and she let her chest press against his, and she whispered, her lips brushing his jawline, "Will you die for me, Mcale...? My little prince...?" There was a soft purr to her voice.

Mcale listenend for a moment, slowly and surely allowing her to push the idea of dying for her grow. It grew and grew until he nodded slowly, and Whisp smiled slowly, her teeth glinting. Then she turned and lay back on her couch, letting out a soft breath as though even walking that far exhausted her. She lay her head back against the couch arm and reached her hand back to touch Selene's hand, making sure she was still there.

"You can kill him now," She whispered to the blood-eyed girl. "He's agreed to die for me, so he won't fight back..."

Whisp's cobalt eyes twinkled softly as she looked down at the 14 year old boy about to be killed by his own people.

[Oriana]

Selene quietly watched as Whispering called most of her men, obeying her every command. Selene found quite amusing, the queen looked as if she was fragile, any cut could tear her into pieces. Then she called out a boy, only fourteen years, she was being so gentle with him, perhaps being mindful that he'd soon die. Then her hand brushed against hers, slowly Selene got up, excitement filled her eyes.

She'd remember how she was teased younger, much by the time she was thirteen, how she'd love to the the fear in those classmate's eyes as they saw a monster coming from a girl so doll like, filled with innocence in her looks, but they made the mistake of judging a book by its cover. Selene chuckled a bit, the memories fading away she she carefully eyed the boy. Sadly for you, I'm not feeling so well She talked to the slave, her eyes filled with nothing but emptiness as she made her small steps towards him.

Invisible like hands had been projected from her sides, of course the young one was a Reacher, making this even more enjoying as he could die a slow painful death. Quickly she tossed one hand over one of the boys arms, quickly tearing its limbs apart with just one blow. She watched him stammer back, watching in fear as his arm was gone. Selene grinned, this was only the beginning. Next is was off with his leg, another of her arms reached out towards him, the slightest touch cut yet another limb. Selene walked towards him, watching him fall with a loud thump. The scene was bloody, his blood soon was found on Selene's blonde locks, enjoying the painful scene. Finally she grew bored, she didn't like opponent's that wouldn't fight back. So within a split second, it was off with his remaining leg and arm, then the head. She sighed, looking over to the queen with boredom. That wasn't that fun She softly pouted, walking away from the bloody mess she left. Her eyes begged for more action, this time with opponents that would fight.

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Whispering • U N K N O W N

Whisp watched Selene move towards the boy. She felt into her mind as she reached an invisible hand out and blew off Mcale's arm and leg, and finally ended him. Selene didn't seem that happy about it, though, even with her hair stained red. When she spoke, Whisp replied back in a murmuring, quiet voice, "It never is the first time."

With a flick of her hand, the remaining Reapers cleaned up the mess. As they did, Whisp stood and walked over to Selene. She put her arms around the human doll's shoulders, laying her chin quietly on her soft shoulder. She leaned on Selene slightly, her tiny, thin body feeling frail. Whisp smiled, so slowly. "That was certainly... Entertaining..." She gave a slow, soft purr. Her cobalt eyes lifted to look through dark strands up at Selene.

She glanced at the other guards, curious. She was certainly interested in what else Selene could do, and she decided to let her. With a mere lift of her gaze, Whisp picked out her favorite guards and directed them back up to the rafters. She murmured against Selene's shoulder, "The ones in front of you now are the ones you may kill... Do not let any of them live." And at that, Whisp turned and strode back to her couch, settling down with a crimson pillow in her lap to watch the soon-to-be-bloody show.

[Oriana]

Quietly, Selene watched as Whisp ordered the mind-controlled slave to do her bidding and clean up the mess Selene left. Then she slowly made her way to Selene's shoulder, talking to her with such a calm voice. Obviously she seemed to have an interest in Selene's powers, hopefully this time around she'll find it, a quite bit more amusing. Selene smirked a bit, watching as five of the men stepped close to her. Each holding a different weapon of their own, obviously they had been cursed, not one of them seemed to own a power, yet Selene found this quite challenging, as she'd have to pay attention to all five of them.

She waited for one of them to make a move, her vectors still moving rapidly around her as they became solids, yet still transparent. Finally the one with the gun had become impatient, he started shooting and Selene glared at him, how she disliked those who used the guns of worthless humans. The bullets soon reflected over her vectors, bouncing back towards the shooter, all bullets aimed for the heart, and within a second of the impact he fell dead. Selene grunted a bit, knowing the man probably deserved it.

Though the other four seemed to be clever, two holded samurai swords, while the others holded daggers. Then two came at her, with a quick reflex Selene back-flipped at least two meters away from them, allowing the boys to have a chance at at least cutting her. They charged towards her at high speeds, then with a swift move she kicked down with one foot, her body then coming into mid-air without the use of her hands, as she came over the men, at least one of the idiots had been smart to cut her stomach. Then for the first time Selene growled, holding the cut with her hands. Her vectors disappeared, she quickly focused on the pain, slowly healing it as she avoided the idiots attacks.

Finally she projected the vectors again, this time she was pissed, an evil glare were in her eyes as her vectors reached for the silly weapons and crushing them in pieces. Finally with her eyes narrowing, two vectors easily came into both of the worthless bodies, then becoming solid again as a hole blasted through them. Then Selene quickly jumped off the ground, avoiding the daggers thrown at her. Imbeciles She though as she gracefully landed on her feet, fiercely shoving her already solid vectors through the mans bodies. Then the battle ended, Selene made her way over towards Whisp, a look of boredom still lingered in her eyes.

As you can see, I still need a ... little more work done She responded her crimson eyes fixing down to the now almost sealed cut.

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Whispering • U N K N O W N

Whisp watched the bloody scene with great amusement. She twirled a delicate lock around a slim finger and murmured quietly to the minds of the men, soothing them to keep fighting her and not run away. They drunk up the drug swiftly, raging them on. When Selene got cut, Whisp was surprised to see her leave herself unprotected. She continued watching the fight though, and as it came to an end, Whisp reached a hand out to touch Selene's wound. Her nimble fingers became soaked in crimson blood, and she brought her fingers to her red lips, slowly. At that, a soft pink tongue slipped out from between sharp teeth and she slowly and surely began licking every last precious drop off.

Perhaps, for a moment, her wild cobalt eyes and her blood-licking could make her look like Syn. Whisp allowed her powers to sneak into Selene's mind, past her barrier, and slowly pull up the thought of Syn. Perhaps she would change when she thought of the bloody little devil... Whisp was curious.

"You will be fine," Whisp purred softly, stroking slim fingers over the cut in her clothes where the wound had been moments before. "For someone who has never been trained before, you're awfully... Attractive, power-wise." Whisp sat up slowly, her breath quickening. She stood and sauntered towards the door. "Come with me, Selene... Let's walk." Her voice was a whisper, and she walked with a soft, frail grace about her that seemed too inhuman.

[Oriana]

Carefully Selene watched as the witch licked the blood from her finger tips, then she felt something in her head, perhaps just a headache from her power use. Whisp, maybe you shouldn't have judged me so . . strongly. Perhaps, my minds is just a maze, of course you shouldn't trample with it, don't want to get lost now, do we? Selene responded, her head low, bangs covering her eyes. Knowing that she had searched in it. Her thoughts swirled in her mind, clouding bits of important information, it'd true the queen could get lost with such thoughts, perhaps if the queen was stronger, she could get much more of a better reading.

No disrespect, but I think I deserve some time on my own. I think you owe me that much, considering since when you first met I was just simply a bore to you Selene responded, before swiftly turning on her heels to walk towards the woods, she'd meet up with Syn now, she had too. Selene wasn't intimidated, she knew the queen would some day needs her assistance, so she wouldn't want to order her dead, now would she? Selene did have a brain, and she used it wisely.