Snippet #2582848

Metus takes a polite bow and Pandora makes an acknowledging nod to Aranel.

"That is a very noble statement... one I had once forgotten in my pain. I... did not expect any of this... nor to be touched by another being again. I know you entered my head during an attempt to heal Chaos." She says to Aranel, but then smirks, somewhat amused. "But please... don't do that again. It is not comfortable to have easy access memories."

She then turns her attention to the mage hunter.

"Alex." Pandora says to the hunter. "You live in a world that aggressively segregates their world between magic and non-magic. There is more than the power to fight the oppressors, Alex, but the power of example."

With this she holds out her hands and ethereal threads begin to materialize and weave into a solid form a kind of staff-like alien device with a set of symbols and creases in the shape of a hand. It resonates with a non-magical glow, like the life-force of Chaos itself and gives off a strange sensation, supernaturally provoking a sense of calm.

"Subjugation is easy, but you don't seem the type... consider the truth your greatest asset, with this make your leaders know the truth of their narrow path, and how it will ultimately end." She says somewhat cryptically. "It is not a weapon... not quite anyways... more an anti-weapon. Without blood it makes those see what harm they cause... I call it 'Quell' for it silences rage. Try not to use it for selfish coercion."

With this she turns her attention to Molkrii. "Despite what you may have felt, know that you are who you always were... your... humanity was never taken away, only greatly subdued." She says, in a comforting tone. "They changed your body, but they could not take your soul... and it is not beyond me to make it easier to feel without sirens blaring within your skull... perhaps even recover some misplaced memories... if you would allow me. I know it was not your wish, but I... have found myself moved into a mood that is not entirely unpleasant thanks to all of you..."

She then turns her attention to Morpheus, a slight frown upon her face. "A fragment of my sister's legacy... how sad that she has yet to see how hard her children try to become a part of a world that resents their existence. Such an eerie power, and a golden tongue you have. You are, however, only that far similar to your father." She says approaching them. "You have an empathy towards life, a feeling of connection, empathy, and nurturing quality like your mother. I fear separating you from the Solemn Vow's blood, but perhaps I could rebalance it a little so your mother's is more dominant."

"That..." He hesitates for but a second. "Th-that would be good enough! As long as I don't cause difficulty to living things to stay around me anymore..."

With this Pandora holds out her hands again. "It has been a while since I weaved a living creature, so bear with me... this will take my full concentration..." She turns to the others. "If you have decided to trust me at this point, you can make your desire be known."