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Illyria (oldone) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-05-16 18:11:00

Entry tags:

!open, dawn summers, illyria

WHO: Illyria & OPEN TO MULTIPLE THREADS
WHERE: Outside the library.
WHEN: Evening, after Cordelia's vision.
RATING: PG-ish?
STATUS: In progress...

Illyria was back. After being confused by the sight of another with Winifred Burkle's face and wandering around in the guise of that shell she was fully convinced she still was when she got like that, she was back and she was angry.

This place was an abomination, a mockery. It existed to hold it's jaws open, baring it's teeth in threat as if it wanted a confrontation, but it would lurch back just enough so you couldn't touch it whenever you tried to do so. Illyria hated that. She didn't want to be here. Wesley was corporeal he, yes, but that wasn't the way things were supposed to be. He was dead, he'd died in her arms. She remembered it vividly and it made emotion that was not hers, that she both wanted and didn't ripple through her— or perhaps it was the other thing, that which lingered on the edge. It was something... Illyria couldn't tell and hadn't spoken up to Wesley about it due to her own dubiousness towards her own perceptions which were often neither here nor there and the god-king wasn't ready to admit to that yet. (Nevermind what the seer saw, visions were not always accurate; she didn't trust half-truths— which was a bit hypocritical, given that she was the embodiment of such.) It was a weakness and the Lord of Beverly Hills was not weak.

Standing outside the library, Illyria threw her hand out and opened a portal, stepping through it and vanishing into it's abyss as the rip closed behind her. Mere moments later, she was walking out of the library, irritation clear on her face and a chunk of metal that belonged on the breast plate of one of the guards fisted in her hand, crumpled as if it were a flimsy sheet of aluminum. She threw it to the ground and did not bother to watch as it bounced off the pavement and came to rest a few feet away from her.

"This will not do."

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oldone
2010-05-17 06:39 am UTC (link)

"On the outside, perhaps, but inside you are far more than you give yourself credit for. Why do you deny it?"

Denial of power, hiding it from the rest of the world...such did not make sense to a being whose entire life before she existed within Winifred Burkle's shell was built around that very principal. It was about who had the power and who used it and let others know it was there.

"It has been a long time since I have met one who predates me."

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	niblet 2010-05-18 02:32 am UTC (link)
	"I...don't deny it. But I'm not even really the Key anymore. I'm just a girl." She didn't even realize that she'd let slip what she was. She bit her lip absently, watching Illyria very carefully. When she said she was older than her, Dawn blinked. "Predates you? So..that doesn't happen often? What...what are you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oldone
2010-05-19 09:38 am UTC (link)

Illyria supposed she would never fully understand the desire to be 'just' something. She'd heard the phrase often, back in hell. 'Just a girl,' 'just a lawyer,' 'just a teacher,' 'just a kid'... All these people who were 'just' things who they believed didn't fit into the pictures others had decided they were pieces of, even if their pieces did fit.

"I am what Wesley's books call an 'Old One'."

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	niblet 2010-05-21 02:44 pm UTC (link)
	Dawn frowned a little, studying her for a moment. Since she hadn't tried to attack or anything, the teen relaxed a little, but only a little. She still didn't know if Illyria was a threat or not. "What's an Old One?" She sure didn't look old. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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