Shrouded No More
18th of January 2007 A.D.
It is always cold when you are around, but now the air in the apartment seems to freeze in place. There's a crack and the sound of glass shattering, the balcony door as Olivia
screams, the sound of breaking glass, of breaking ice seeming to come from her throat as well as she thrashes on the bed. You can only watch on in horror, instinctively aware you cannot stop the process, only undo it once it has run its course. Alone of everything in the room her shadow had not moved, still stretching out from bed to floral wallpaper. Weighed down with essence it stretches in ways that human joints were never meant to bend, it pounces, a cloud of frozen darkness enveloping the girl on the bed as she thrashes as though in the grip of a nightmare. Phantom limbs tear their way out of her shoulders only to fade like smoke: wings of bird, bat, reptile and insect burst from her back only to close around her in an onyx cocoon. For one terrible instant it looks like she can't breathe. Then she takes a breath.
Her eyes snap open, the brown of her iris almost wholly consumed by the black of her pupil and in that blackness for a moment you glimpse a familiar storm. Pillows and blankets fly off the bed and the end table would have fallen over too if you hadn't reached out to hold it in place as knives of super-cooled ice out of the Deep Wastes hiss through the air to pepper everything in the room, a killing wind made manifest.
Olivia flinches, the feeling of her will drawing back wholly indescribable, like you had just discovered an entirely new sense pointed in a direction you did not know existed before.
"Fuck, I'm sorry!" Her voice is still raw from screaming.
"
I'm the one who should be sorry." The answer bursts out. Intellectually you had known this would be painful, but not like this.
"No, no, that's OK. I asked for this." She gets up slowly, but with a kind of eerie grace like she is moving through water not air. "It's all so clear and sharp now, translucent layers like like a glass onion. Beyond and between the storm rages, but
you're the storm. It's all very strange, almost like I could...."
She does not finish the sentence, indeed from where you are standing she briefly ceases existing, a whoosh of cold air rushing in to fill the space she had occupied only to fade into the world on the other side of the room, looking none the worst for wear other than a few strands of hair having worked their way out of her ponytail.
"Whoa!" Olivia waves her hand in front of her face. "That's a trip, feels like being on rails if the rails are made of air and also 2D. Nice to see I have all my dimensions back."
"So you are really alright with this?" you ask, still feeling guilty as heck. "I can take it back if you like."
A look of what might almost be called panic flashes over her face. "No, I definitely want to keep this. For the first time in ever it feels like I'm doing something, like I'm
doing magic instead of having it happen to me, sliding out of sight, out of mind." She walks over to the glass door and picks up a shard, running her fingers across the edge. "Neat." Letting the shard drop and shatter at her feet she giggles, a little breathlessly. "No more hiding from monsters for me, no more worrying some vampire is going to corner me in an alley like that one did to Eve. If some lunatic takes a pot shot at me I'm shooting
back."
"Yeah, I think you could match one of them for speed if you wanted to..."
though not for precision, you do not add aloud. The unbound Po has many advantages over the symbiotic Hunger that empowers the White Court, there is still only one mind in there, no co-pilot to steer a precise course at unnatural speed. Though perhaps it is better to say no co-pilot so long as Olivia counts as being under your Aegis. The desires of the shadow-soul are at best selfish, at worst the stuff of nightmares.
"So what are we going to tell Anna and the others?" The something of the earlier excitement had faded from her voice. "I could say I'm a late bloomer but A that sounds really weird when you say it aloud like that and B I feel like you now,
darker magically. Are you OK talking about Sanctuary stuff and awakenings or... how do you wanna do this?"
[] Tell the other members of the order that Olivia just had some training, it is technically true, just not all of the truth
[] Explain more of what you are, your inner world and your power to grant spiritual boons
[] Write in
OOC: To answer the question yes Hellweaving you grant can technically harm you, Molly does not have enough controll of her higher self to turn off th faucet dymanically. She either strips the power entirely or she has to take the hits. Thankfully she soaked everything this time around.