For A Better Future

MWB

[spiritspectres]

Good, at least I know this works now.

This is rather unfamiliar territory for me… though it’s oddly comforting to know my words will remain even if my work changes me.

I suppose for the record I should offer my name. Marion.

My specialty of study is psychology, particularly dealing with trauma situations in nonhuman individuals.

[spiritspectres]

I hope this works…

Someone needs to have a record in case things go far deeper than I ever imagined.

[spiritspectres]

₩Ɇ ₩łⱠⱠ ₦Ø₮ ⱠØ₴Ɇ ɎØɄ ₳₲₳ł₦.

₩₳₭Ɇ!

[spiritspectres]

ɎØɄ ₵₳₦ ⱧɆ₳Ɽ ₥Ɇ

...

JɄ₴₮ ₳ ฿ł₮ ⱠØ₦₲ɆⱤ. ₱ⱤØ₥ł₴Ɇ

[spiritspectres]

₩₳₭Ɇ ₱₳₮₵Ⱨ₩ØⱤ₭

[spiritspectres]

//She grabs Nox before she can make an escape.// *You will stay until she wakes. When I am satisfied she is okay, then I will let you go.*

+Fine.+ //She’s less than pleased.//

[spiritspectres]

//She watches closely, ready to rip Nox apart if she steps out of line.//

//After a few tense minutes, Nox lifts her head away.// +It is done.+

[spiritspectres]

//She drags Nox over to where Scribe is, oblivious to the fact that she’s still in her true form. Creek scrambles away from her and bolts, terrified.// *Reverse it, cat. Now.*

+Fine.+ //She bends and starts muttering something in Scribe’s ear.//

[spiritspectres]

*Shut up. Until you reverse what you did I owe you nothing.* //If anything, she’s even rougher now.//

//She quiets but grumbles under her breath.//

[spiritspectres]

//She starts dragging Nox into the other room, not bothering to be gentle.//

+Watch it!+

[spiritspectres]

*Then that’s what you are going to do if you want to keep walking and talking.*

+Fine. No need to twist your feathers in a knot.+

[spiritspectres]

*How do we reverse it?*

+I just have to wake her up from the trance.+

[spiritspectres]

*Tell me what I want to know, or I will.* //The glint in her eye suggests she’s serious.//

+Fine. The virus taught me how to put her into a trance-like state. Was the decay supposed to happen? Not exactly....+

[spiritspectres]

*Of course. My duty does not end because of whatever state she’s in. Perhaps I should snap your spine. Paralyze you.*

//She struggles, not liking the idea at all.//

[spiritspectres]

//There goes a leg. Illyria growls.// *The writer is a friend and therefore under my protection.*

//She hisses sharply.// +Even in her mangled state?+

[spiritspectres]

*Then perhaps you should have thought twice about harming them.* //Illyria is quickly growing bored of this but she can’t just kill the cat. So she decides to start breaking bones, starting with Nox’s tail.//

+The only one I harmed was the writer. Your doll and that phoenix are fine.+

[spiritspectres]

*You can try. As long as you are threatening those under my protection, you will have to deal with me.* //She shreds one of Nox’s ears, leaving deep, painful lacerations.//

//She yowls, glaring at Illyria.// +Not exactly a fair fight.+