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thechanged2013-10-11 09:17 pm
seerchlight) wrote in thechanged2013-10-11 09:17 pm
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I'm Always in This Twilight | Day 15 | Afternoon/Evening
So, as it turns out, Lights has a few tricks up his sleeves - ones that he's hasn't really bothered with since waking. After some thought, though, he's decided to brush up on his skills by tormenting the general public in the Grand Hall all evening.
He floats high up above the staircases, illuminating the ground below like a small sun. He's admittedly smirking a bit while he casually dicks around with his powers. If you are unfortunate to wander through the hall, you may experience one of the following effects:
1) Being suddenly illuminated by a pillar of light shooting down from the fairest himself. This is really only just kind of annoying, like someone is suddenly spotlighting you on stage.
2) Seeing spots of lights out of the corners of your eyes, like some kind of weird fairy phantasm. Or perhaps just seeing a light formation shaped like a troll bulge seemingly painted onto the wall in light. What a class act, this guy.
3) If you actually make the mistake of looking at him, there is a very good chance (barring a serious effort of will) that you will find yourself transfixed - meaning you will succumb to a hypnotic "oooh, shiny!" feeling just by looking at him, and will find yourself incapable of focusing on anything else until he breaks the effect. He is going to pointedly do this to a few people just for practice.
Also, he will probably laugh at you. That's key.
He floats high up above the staircases, illuminating the ground below like a small sun. He's admittedly smirking a bit while he casually dicks around with his powers. If you are unfortunate to wander through the hall, you may experience one of the following effects:
1) Being suddenly illuminated by a pillar of light shooting down from the fairest himself. This is really only just kind of annoying, like someone is suddenly spotlighting you on stage.
2) Seeing spots of lights out of the corners of your eyes, like some kind of weird fairy phantasm. Or perhaps just seeing a light formation shaped like a troll bulge seemingly painted onto the wall in light. What a class act, this guy.
3) If you actually make the mistake of looking at him, there is a very good chance (barring a serious effort of will) that you will find yourself transfixed - meaning you will succumb to a hypnotic "oooh, shiny!" feeling just by looking at him, and will find yourself incapable of focusing on anything else until he breaks the effect. He is going to pointedly do this to a few people just for practice.
Also, he will probably laugh at you. That's key.
icons are a thing
"What thew FUCK." he shouts, wiping at his temporarily blinded eyes.
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"Laugh it the fuck up bulgemeister brightdicks."
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"What the fuck is up with your aura, dude? That is some weird ass shit."
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His vision's finally back, and with it a desire for revenge. Unfortunately manipulating shadows in the presence of such a bright fairest is even more difficult than usual. He pulls himself more into the darkness instead of trying to blind the Fairest, feeling safer in the dark. The space where he stands even weirder looking than before, a dark shadowed mass in the middle of twisting tiles and walls, floor stretching and spinning in ways it never should.
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He starts throwing what is effectively handfuls of light that appear in the form of formless sparkles, drifting through the air and around the other like snow.
"Man, I wish. Her block sounds a lot cushier than the outdoors, that's for damn sure," he chats, casually.
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Shadows scatter across the floor like inky tendrils at the shout, appearing to crack the floor. He reaches up toward the fairest, the whole room seeming to dim for a moment, before he focuses on and around the brightest. It's hard with the power limiters on his arms and head, but there's absolutely no way he's going to take them off.
"No one gives a fae's hot steaming shit about your fucking stuck outside sob story."
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Instead, he's busy willing himself to glow brighter, trying to fight off the other's effect with some difficulty.
"Hey, fuck off!"
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Still, there's only so much brightness he can take, especially when the other changeling is floating in the middle of the room, far from where any natural shadows can reach him, The brightness doesn't just dazzle him, it actually physically hurts. He's pretty sure most of his body is actually just made of the dark at this point. The light that chases it away makes him feel weak, and less substantial. He can't run and hide in the light, there's nothing safe for him there. The brightness overwhelms the room and he sinks into shadows, inky black puddles running to hide in the darkest corner of the room he can find before his power slips.
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He doesn't make any more light, but he does shout after him.
"If by 'fuck with' you mean run away with your ass limbs tucked between your legs like a raging douchebag!"
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He's too afraid to even speak up.
Well at least he can do something about that last bit.
"Look who's talking, the guy who shines a spot lot on a Darkling but can't even take a little shadows back." He bites his tongue as he speaks, but he does speak, even if he is still hiding in the shadows.
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Somehow he avoids swearing, he's trying to calm himself down. He doesn't like getting upset so easily really.
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