Who? Possessed!Jaina and Virgil Where? An abandoned warehouse. What? Lightning! When? Sometime shortly after this. Rating? Probably not terribly high. Occasional morbid demon-thoughts?
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She loved having this power. It practically danced through her veins, Jaina’s veins, but She was Jaina now, they were one and the same, except Jaina’s voice was loud in the back of their head, and She didn’t like that very much, didn’t like the reminder that this wasn’t her body, that Jaina was still in here. She wanted to be Jaina. The longer she stayed, the more she would be. It wouldn’t take too long, tamping the voice down and down and down and she’d stop being a bother, she’d break and then she wouldn’t have to share anymore, she would be Jaina.
Big Brother would be Jacen, too. And then they could stay together, they wouldn’t get split apart, as long as they didn’t get thrown back Home. She didn’t like Home, Home was too hot too loud too small too huge too wrong and there was nothing fun to do there. She liked it up here, cool air on skin that was hers now, people to play with and play with, they’re her toys and her playmates all at once, and she couldn’t wait to break one open, see what’s inside, soft gooey centers, bright red and pink and squishy.
Plenty of time for that later, though. First, she was the distraction. Lightning danced across her fingertips as she stepped up towards the warehouse. It was the address he’d given her, and she’d hoped it would be somewhere exciting, but this doesn’t look like much... although, then again, she’s never been in one of these places before, either, so maybe it’s more exciting, and Jaina’s memories were just boring things because Jaina used to be boring before She came and took over. Now, Jaina was going to have fun, whether she liked it or not.
She pushed the doors open - they were heavy, but she was strong. She wasn’t as strong as Big Brother was, but she was stronger than Jaina used to be, even with all her training and Jedi powers. The two of them together, they could do anything. She was sure of it.
“Hellooo?” she called, stepping into the large building. Her voice echoed, and she giggled slightly. Things had echoed, back Home, but only things like screams or the slamming of metal into bone or bone into bone or roars, and none of that sounded like this did. This was funny; those things were scary.