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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 17, 2011 13:53:37 GMT
*For a moment she seemed sane. He could actually feel himself becoming concerned for her. But that was ludicrous. She was a monster. Or was she?*
*Maybe if he could keep the relatively sane girl in the room and the monster at a distance, he could gain some useful information.*
She is not a part of you. Is she the Dark Gift?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 17, 2011 20:12:55 GMT
She struggled to explain it to him. How could she explain something that was so confusing to her own mind? She knew it was something crazy people did, thinking she could hear voices, but she had to make him understand.
"No ... she's been with me since before the Dark Gift, but she got stronger after it." She shook her head and whimpered, wishing this torment was over already.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 17, 2011 20:52:14 GMT
*He paused for a moment. He had very little idea of what he was dealing with, but whatever he was doing seemed to be working to some extent.*
*He whispered to Tonks*
Any idea what this is about?
*He bit his lip, trying to think of what to ask.*
What is her name Ophelia?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 17, 2011 21:45:13 GMT
Ophelia shivered, not wanting to say her other side's name out loud. "She never gave me her name, so I call her Sickness."
She shuddered, her control slipping a little bit more. She wondered where her father was, not recalling how Tonks arrested her, nor any of the circumstances surrounding it. "Everything in my head is singing. I hate it when she does that. She sings all the songs I hate, because she knows it gets on my nerves. She knows I can't sleep when she does that."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 17, 2011 21:52:58 GMT
*He came closer to the bars, wondering if it was wise and held them.*
Sing something that you like Ophelia.
*He forced a smile.*
Let her know that you are in control.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 17, 2011 22:06:16 GMT
Ophelia looked at him, and managed a weak smile despite her distress. "You're a good person. You smell of sunshine. But she always wins. I can't keep her out. That's why she killed those girls ... because I tried to beat her."
She stepped away from the bars, like a deer shying from a hunter. "Don't trust me while she's in my head. She's tricky."
She sat on the edge of the tiny bed, and sang a sad Irish song to herself, "I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygrand. I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find. But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over and neither have I wings to fly. If I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over to my love and die ..."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 17, 2011 22:22:27 GMT
*It was still a case of trial and error, but luckily so far it was paying off.*
*He let her finish her song.*
Maybe she wins because you let her.
That was lovely, but it felt very sad. She makes you sad doesn't she? Show her that you can be happy.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 17, 2011 22:33:09 GMT
Ophelia shook as though she was freezing, and eventually stopped. She looked up at Gawain, and smirked. The pain was gone from her face, replaced with an expression of cold calculation.
"I like Ophelia better when she's suffering," she said, in a very different voice to the one she had used up until that point. "And do you know what makes me happy? Fire. Conflagration. And pain. So much suffering. The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams. Oh, it's like star music."
She smiled a very nasty sort of smile, and rested her chin on her hand as she looked at the Auror. "She was always going to go mad, you know. It's why vampires discourage human marriages. The offspring always lose it."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 17, 2011 22:41:19 GMT
*The change took him by surprise and he stepped back away from the bars. Tonks had more experience with the girl than he did and he hoped she would step in at any time.*
*His tactics had not worked as well as he hoped they would, but at least better than he expected.*
*He swallowed and stood firm. Maybe he could bargain with this side of the girl too.*
You are the one we were talking about? What is your name?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 17, 2011 22:48:32 GMT
She stood up and approached the bars. "Oh, yes. She calls me Sickness, and that is as good a name as any." Her fingers wrapped around the bars and her nails clawed down them, making an awful screeching sound that didn't even seem to bother her.
She giggled then. "So ... do I disturb you so much that you want to run away? I can hear your heart pounding like a rabbit's. I don't like rabbits. It's hard to get their eyes off my fingers after I play with them."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 17, 2011 22:59:24 GMT
*He screwed up his mouth. She was crazy, but all it came down to was threats. He was used to threats and that he could deal with. The only difference is that he knew that she was not bluffing. His advantage was the bars between them.*
Sickness is it? Not a name I've heard of. One of those silly modern ones is it?
*The name seemed to suggest it was what it was. An illness to be treated, not a seperate mind.*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 17, 2011 23:09:36 GMT
She sighed, as though deciding she could deign to speak to him again. "It's a name, as good as any. A name for me, so Ophelia can pretend I'm not a part of her." She looked at her fingernails, as bored as any girl would be were she not imprisoned in a ministry cell on suspicion of murder. "She might have called me Josephine, or Cordelia, or Emily, but she chose Sickness."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 18, 2011 9:34:38 GMT
*It was as though he was speaking to a different person. He forgot for a while that she was in fact the same being. Perhaps there was no separation in the two characters, and Sickness was a dark side coming through. Though, it was still worth trying to make it go away.*
You're a part of her then Sickness? You're not one in your own right? You could not live without her!
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 18, 2011 17:52:11 GMT
She laughed a little and whispered, "I'm her madness. I'm such a nuisance. No-one is immune to insanity, after all, and the poor girl was in such a state when I came to her. Oh, her pain was sweeter than honey. She likes to think she can be free of me, but she cannot. She cries out for mercy, and what pretty music she makes! One day, she might use enough potions to send me away, but then she'll have to live with the guilt of what I've done."
She glared at him, her red eyes staring intensely. "And what will you do with Ophelia if I leave her be?" she shouted. "Put her on trial, send her to kiss a Dementor? The girl was damned the moment she let me into her head!"
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 18, 2011 18:41:58 GMT
*He glared back at the girl, not showing any nerves.*
Is that what you want? Would you like it if we destroyed her?
*Hopefully simple questions would get simple answers.*
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