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Elphaba isn't the wicked witch you're looking for (tothewesternsky) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-06-19 17:27:00

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elphaba, it's lucifer bitches!

Who: Elphaba and Lucifer!
What: Time to torture the green girl in her dreams!
When: Tonight
Where: Elphie's head, which is sort of a scary place to be on most days.
Warnings: NPC!Nessa getting crushed by Dorothy's house, probably language of some sort, angst to the extreme. Everything else TBA but there's no rainbows and unicorns to be found here! Only doom and gloom!

Elphaba's dreams tended to vary greatly from night to night, though most were unpleasant. Actually, pleasant dreams were extremely rare for her. This night, she was back in Oz, standing in a mostly empty room of the castle Fiyero had told her to hide in. The only piece of furniture within it was the bookstand that held her Grimmerie. She was looking down at the cover, wondering if there was a spell that could transport her backwards in time. Perhaps then she could fix everything that had happened. She could keep her sister from dying, save Fiyero, everything. She wouldn't have to be wicked, she wouldn't have to be hunted. Oh how she longed for that measure of peace again. Setting her hand on the book, Elphaba closed her eyes, feeling the weight of her guilt so heavy on her shoulders. What good were her powers if she couldn't save those she loved?

And what about Galinda? She'd come to love the blonde witch, but she couldn't bring herself to confess her feelings. Well, technically she had uttered the words to Galinda, but the blonde hadn't understood and Elphaba hadn't pressed the issue. After all, she didn't want to run the risk of being rejected. The green skinned witch had had more than enough of that to fill a thousand lifetimes. And there was also the fact Galinda still loved Fiyero, and she wouldn't interfere with that anymore than she all ready had. She'd stolen Fiyero from Galinda once, she wasn't going to do it again. Drawing in a deep breath, she had to do something to fix all the wrongs she had done. She needed to make herself worthy of being loved, even if there was a voice in her head that told her she could never be worthy of it. Pushing the thoughts aside, Elphaba opened the Grimmerie and started paging through it, looking for a spell that could help her achieve what she wanted. There wasn't a spell for everything, but in dreams, what one wants or needs has a tendency to appear, and it wasn't long before she spotted a spell that fit the bill.

Without pausing to think, she cast the spell and instantly was teleported back in time. She found herself in Munchkinland. She glanced around, looking for any sign of life, but there was none to be found. Looking down at the ground, she tried to get her bearings on just where in time she was, and she noticed she suddenly had her broom in her left hand. And she had the appearance of the Wicked Witch of the West. This was definitely not what she'd had on just a moment ago. Confused, Elphaba looked up and she heard a sound. Straining to hear, she made it out to be Nessa, calling for Boq.

"Nessa!" Elphaba cried out and she tried to run towards her sister. But just as she tried to move, she found she couldn't. "What? What's going on?!" Her body would not respond to what she wanted it to do. Before she could do anything further, she found herself chanting a spell. What spell it was, she didn't know, but it wasn't long before the blue sky above turned dark and storm clouds covered the area, effectively blotting out the sun. Then, a twister appeared. Elphaba's eyes flew wide with fear. No, it couldn't be happening again, and certainly not happening at her hands. She finished the spell, but she still didn't have control over her body. The green-skinned witch was little more than a passenger in her own dream now.

The twister grew closer, and Nessa was in a state of anger and distress. She could hear her sister's angry cries, and then, finally, she saw her. Nessa had turned down the road that Elphaba knew all too well. She tried to scream out, to warn her sister, but no sound came from her mouth. All she could do was watch as the twister grew closer, the wind howling. Then she saw it, the house that had killed Nessa. But she was powerless, able to only watch in horror as the house dropped down on her sister. Nessa let out a piercing scream as she was crushed beneath the storm-wrecked farmhouse. And only then did Elphaba finally regain control of herself.

"Nessa!!!" She cried and rushed over to see if there was anything that she could do to help, but it was far too late. Her sister was dead again, by her own hand. "Nessa, oh Nessa I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you." She dropped her broom as she fell to her knees. All that was visible of her sister were her legs with the jeweled shoes Elphaba had enchanted for her. "This is all my fault. If I hadn't cast that spell...if I hadn't turned my back." She hung her head and closed her eyes, feeling the tears welling up. "This is all my fault." It was more evident than ever before that her sister's death was her fault. If she'd been slowly dying of guilt before, she was now being quickly crushed by it.

Guilt was a powerful motivator, one that Elphaba knew all too well. It was part of what had finally pushed her over the edge, forcing her into the role of the wicked witch. Was she truly wicked? Perhaps she was. How many times had she given in to the anger she carried? Hadn't she killed a human being in cold blood a couple months earlier? Of course the fact that the person had kidnapped and tortured Bonnie was far from her mind right then. All she could think about were all the horrible things she'd done. Maybe her green skin was a sign that she was wicked. Should she just stop trying to be good and give in? Doing good had cost her everyone she'd ever held dear to her heart.

"No, I'm a good person. I am," she said, trying to pull herself out of the train of thoughts she had. She couldn't lose herself. Not now. But as she looked back at all that remained of her sister, the guilt crushed her even more. She felt everything from Oz. It was all somehow her fault. Her mother's death, her sister's death, stealing Fiyero from Galinda, the flying monkeys, Boq, Fiyero's ultimate fate. She felt it all, carried all of the burdens herself even when people told her it wasn't her fault. Elphaba was trying so hard to hold on to the good in her, to not lose herself again. She'd all ready given in to being the wicked witch once, she refused to do it again. She actually had friends and people that cared about her in this world, she didn't want to let them all down. She refused to let Earth become another Oz.

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callmelucifer
2011-06-22 04:36 am UTC (link)

Getting this one to do as he wished was going to be far too easy. She was, after all, a character come to life, one that every household knew of, because the Wizard of Oz was one of the most popular movies of all time. Even he, Lucifer - formerly trapped in his cage for thousands of years - knew of her tale. At least, he knew of the portrayal that was displayed throughout millions of screens, one that made Elphaba out to be quite the villain. There were other stories, of course, that defended her nature and made her out to be relatively sympathetic, but those stories only gave Lucifer more firepower, because the sympathy for the devil card was the one that he had invented.

Her pain was genuine. Her feelings in regards to her mistakes were real. Lucifer understood what it meant to feel that way, as he had his own weight of emotions buried deep down inside himself. Yes, people thought him to be pure evil because the bible and word of mouth had portrayed him as such, but realistically, people thought him to be so horrible because of his Father's doing. It was punishment for standing against him. Whittling stories together, making him out to be some dark, twisted creatures with horns and a pointed tail. God used those fairy tales to make the human race fear and hate him more than anything else in all of existence.

Well, all right, there was also the fact that Lucifer wanted to destroy them all, but they wouldn't have been so aware of his existence if Father and his loyal army of soldiers hadn't been so dedicated to making his life a living hell. Which, given his experience in the cage, Lucifer had no difficulty in admitting that they were ultimately successful at doing for the past several centuries.

Everything was different now. Lucifer was free. He had a plan and, thus far, it was going quite well. The only thing that Lucifer had to do to ensure that his plan stayed on track was throw out a few hard cases at the 'rebellious forces' tucked away in Lawrence. Namely? Lucifer found that targeting those that had been dragged through the seal, turning them around in every direction, then shoving them back at the people they cared out was an extremely powerful and destructive maneuver. If nothing else, the path of destruction that Cade had left behind would certainly attest to that.

Yet it wasn't enough. The overly angsty, anger ridden man had fallen far too easily. Lucifer needed to go a different route.

She was dreaming. Re-living her pain, as Lucifer often found to be a refreshing treat for when he hopped into the heads of those he sought to speak with. Lucifer quietly observed for a time, standing invisibly in the background as Elphaba journeyed from one memory to the other, eventually settling for a moment in time where she appeared to be protesting against the sins marked upon her. The perfect moment. Lucifer gracefully stepped in to seize it, appearing in the form of his current vessel (it was slowly deteriorating, something that would far be from an issue if Sam Winchester would budge up and say yes, but it was holding together for now, which was good enough for Lucifer). Light haired and blue eyed, the archangel gave off an air of eerie calm, a tactic far more effective than the downright intimidating.

He didn't need to say much. A few well placed words could work wonders, if appropriately placed. "Are you certain of that?"

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tothewesternsky
2011-06-23 01:11 am UTC (link)

Even as she said the words, she wasn't so sure she believed them. Too many times before she'd proven that she was anything but good. She put people in harm's way. She inflicted fates worse than death on people. In some instances, she even killed them. There had been a few times while here in Lawrence where she teetered on the edge of losing her mind and falling back into the role of wicked witch. But her friends had always managed to pull her back from the brink.

The sudden appearance of the man startled her. Elphaba's head snapped around and she eyed him for a moment, trying to gauge if he was a danger to her or not. She couldn't be too careful. Elphaba wasn't aware that she was dreaming, and she knew the Gale Force was everywhere, looking for her. But it didn't take long for her to discern that the man was alone, and didn't appear to be a threat to her. His body language was too calm. "Yes, I'm certain of that." She said, though she was trying to convince herself of it. Even though in her heart, she really didn't feel like she was good. During her time in Lawrence, she had done good and helped people, but she'd never quite recovered from the events in Oz. She still felt wicked, even when she pretended she wasn't.

It was so easy to pretend. Especially around Galinda. Elphaba did tend to get caught up in the fact Galinda was from a time before she lost her sanity, before she did bad things. It came so easy to her to pretend, to play a part, but she couldn't escape from her past forever. It always came back to haunt her at night. If she was awake during the Witching Hour, she felt the ghosts of Oz come back to her. And when she slept, they haunted her dreams.

"So, who are you? You're obviously not with the Gale Force." The green-skinned witch was naturally curious, and she was going to try her hardest to get off the subject he seemed keen to discuss. Whether she was good or not wasn't something she wanted to discuss with a stranger, and she would like to know if she should expect to be arrested at any second. Not that he'd tell her if he was there to take her back to the Wizard in chains, but it never hurt to try. She wasn't defenseless, she could cast a spell if need be, but she'd rather it not come to that. But this time, Fiyero wasn't there to save her. She was alone, and while she wouldn't admit it, she was so very afraid. The one thing she hated more than being the scapegoat was being alone. It scared her to her core to be alone. That was why she hated the dead of night when no one else was awake. That was why she clung to Galinda, Caroline and Elena so tightly. She didn't want to end up like the Wicked Witch of the West from that movie that she so abhorred. That witch had ended up alone and dead in the end. Elphaba longed for a different fate. She longed for love, even though the one she loved now didn't love her back.

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callmelucifer
2011-07-01 06:11 am UTC (link)

She was already more clever than Cade had been. The man had been so caught up in his nightmare that he hadn't thought for a second that Lucifer didn't belong in it. Elphaba, here, was different. She knew, right away, that he wasn't a part of the picture she'd created in her head. Perhaps she wasn't entirely aware that her dream was being invaded upon, but she, at least, had the common sense to question the faces that she did not recognize. "No, I'm obviously not," Lucifer agreed, the faintest trace of a smile flickering across his calm features. Hands clasped together in front of himself, Lucifer kept his eyes pinned on no one and nothing but Elphaba. Their surroundings were of little circumstance to him. He knew her story. He knew her. Lucifer knew exactly what he was going to do to make the green witch snap.

"My name is Lucifer," he informed her, still calm as ever. "And this is a dream. Everything except for me, of course. I'm real. I saw an opening in your mind and I took it, because I've been looking for the perfect opportunity to talk with you." Lucifer waved his hand through the air once, as if to suggest that their surroundings were a slight inconvenience. "I would have gladly found you in person, if you and your friends weren't so talented at warding angels away. It's effective, of course, but it makes me look less...personal. I prefer personal. I feel it's much warmer, don't you?"

Lucifer didn't give Elphaba time to answer that. "I want to apologize in advance for invading your mind. But as I said before, this was the only way I could see you face to face." That said, Lucifer continued on with the subject he'd invaded on prior to Elphaba questioning him, hoping that he could get things back on the right track before Elphaba started throwing down her cards of suspicion and annoyance. And, oh, they would come. Lucifer did not expect a single ounce of friendly behavior from any of the people he had chosen to personally visit. That would have been foolish of him. Humans, after all, were so very easy to anger. "You were talking, before I interrupted, " Lucifer pointed out, "you said you were a good person. In fact, you seemed all too determined to convince yourself of that. Do you think that you are? Truly?"

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tothewesternsky
2011-07-07 12:24 am UTC (link)

The green-skinned witch knew her dreams well, and while they did take her on an emotional roller-coaster, she knew what belonged and what didn't. Sure this man could just be some configuration of several figures from her past, but she was smarter than that. She was aware of her surroundings and what people belonged. She wasn't about to just not question this man. Being on the run from the Gale Force, she'd learned that she couldn't be too careful. Animals had become her only friends, the ones that gave her shelter when she needed it. Humans, however, were a different story.

When he said he was Lucifer, Elphaba felt a twinge of fear run through her. She didn't fear much, but he scared her, especially since he'd weedled his way into her dreams, her mind. It was also then that her dream consciousness gave way, realizing she was in a dream and not actually in Oz. She remembered she was in Kansas. This wouldn't have a good outcome. "So you just come into my dreams just to talk to me? Well, points for creativity there." Because sarcasm was natural to her, and it was also her first defense, the first barrier to deter anyone from seeing what she was really thinking and feeling. In this case, it was to hide the fear she felt being in his presence. It made her feel small, given what she'd learned about him since being in this world. Oh she'd done her homework on demons and Lucifer. She'd read a lot of lore, even a bit of the Bible, to learn about him, as well as taking in what Sam and the others knew of him and how to fight him. But nothing could've prepared her for an encounter like this. "I have to agree with you there, it is warmer."

But she was being careful. She knew better than to blindly make a deal with a demon. Elphaba was listening to his words carefully, to be certain he wasn't offering a deal that would surrender her soul, or worse. Even the apology was taken with a grain of salt, though he was right that it was the only to get to her due to all the wards and such. When he returned to the earlier subject, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him defiantly, as only the once Wicked Witch of the West could. "Yes, I do. If I wasn't, I'm sure someone would have thrown a bucket of water on me by now." Of course, she knew water wouldn't melt her. How many times had she been out in the rain? Or taken a shower? But even as she said those words, her mind still carried the doubts. Elphaba always seemed to be walking a razor thin line between good and evil, and she could never really get a foothold on either side before something came along and pushed her to opposite side.

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