Warzone of the soul (Ami thread)

[Bean Bandit]

Ami ponders. Keeping a close eye on her foe, she warily reaches out for the memory threads she can feel around her. "You show a peculiar fascination with my background and motivations, Celcia. Why is that?" she says, to distract her while she tugs on the necessary threads.

[Anastasia]

There are are three, each distinct. Each contains so many memories, yet..

"It's a showcase of your failures and rejections," is all she says, waving to the mirror. "With how you cling to your friends, it's high comedy."

[Bean Bandit]

Ami pulls on the first, hard, mentally dragging it into view. "If you say so." she returns, unconcerned...or at least used to the mockery by now.

[Anastasia]

Feeling it, you feel your own memories and experiences rush into your mind on the touch, making you blank for a few seconds. Aaaaahhhh! It's too much unexpectidly. Rearing back from it, you feel strangely overwhelmed.

Yet...everything about you was in that one strand alone. You know this on a fundamental level, easily feeling just that.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami recoils, her eyes growing wide, and trying to shake that off. After the strange sensation subsides, she looks quickly to Celcia, making sure she's not in imminent danger of attack.

How...humbling, yet strangely exhilarating...That was all there was to me at once.

Double checking to make sure Celcia is still occupied with sneering at her life, which Ami found vexing in distant, petulant way, Ami reaches out to touch the next one, and see where that gets her, but making the touch more tentative, using her elemental connection to buffer her from a second overload, and hopefully project the image onto a mirror, rather than directly into her head.

[Anastasia]

The mirror in front of Celcia cracks suddenly, the ice woman turning in surprise as another forms! On it storms out a fury of images, a blurry and confused mess! Yet one theme stays constant - a blue skinned woman in each jumbled image.

Celcia turns to you, eyes narrowing as they go...

[Bean Bandit]

Ami narrows her eyes, and calmly begins to tighten her hold on the flow into the Mirror, attempting to slow and regulate to flood of information, putting a mental 'valve' on the hose.

Even as she does this, she divides her attention slightly, to watch for a possible attack.

"Well, it's only fair, isn't it?" Ami answers Celcia's unspoken thought. "If I'm so misguided and inferior, let's see what makes you so smug." she suggests, innocently...almost blandly.

[Anastasia]

Rage boils onto Celcia's face, her lips twisting into an angry grimace. HEr hands clench, her club of ice being raises. "You little impudent bitch," she grinds out, as the screen slowly focuses.

Where it stops is a hazy place - faint images are around, shimmer crystal binding her vision at every spot.  There is a complete lack of movement, only a muted and frozen vision.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami quickly backs off a step, raising her sheild, and flicking a glance at the Mirror. "Is this while you were trapped in the prison crystal?" Ami asks. Inwardly, she shivers and flinches at Celcia's rage, but through force of will, she manages to prevent most of it from being seen, and even manages a level voice.

[Anastasia]

No reply, as the blurry, distant images of others show and manifest, all too distorted to see a thing. Face now radiating real, palpable anger, she rushes and swings at you!

* Hatbot --> "Ana rolls 2d6 and gets 11."

Yet it misses, as an image in the Prison begins to manifest. A great, grey swirling mass, points of light inside of it. It is almost transparent, like a ghostly condensation of cosmic energy.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami backs up again, and hops out of range, and takes another look at the mirror. "This energy...what is it?" She asks curiously. Reaching out, she touches her elemental control, and forms a javelin, lightweight and aerodynamic. "Did something happen to you in the prison? Is that why you're upset?"

[Anastasia]

Ignoring you, she turns to the mirror and tosses her club at it!

* Hatbot --> "Ana rolls 2d6 and gets 6."

* Hatbot --> "Ana rolls 2d6 and gets 6."

It hits it, yet only causes it to stammer a moment! After that...the energy approaches, a sense of a being from it. It probes forward, into her on a subtle and terrible way. For merely a moment, you can feel it's echoing memory - a cosmic being indeed, a spirit alien to your mind and incomphensible. It runs in and out of her, before fading and rushing forward, as if pressing the boundaries of this prison.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami freezes, her eyes wide. "Oh my god..." she breathes, a subtle, terrible conflict rising in her with every second she sees, growing stronger, and sapping her will to defeat Celcia, replacing it with a great swell of sorrow and pity for the ice spirit.

Trying to tear her eyes away, Ami finds herself riveted, watching the scene play out...

[Anastasia]

From here it blurs forward, images as the prison comes alive then breaks into a million, brilliant points of light...

* Hatbot --> "Ana-brb rolls 2d6 and gets 9."

* Hatbot --> "Ana-brb rolls 2d6+2 and gets 5."

With a gesture, a great torrent of ice slams into the mirror, yet it stands firm! This image fades after that, seeming to have run it's course.

[Bean Bandit]

Coming back to herself, Ami releases her hold on the thread of memory, feeling somewhat sick to her stomach.

Numbly, she turns to Celcia, her gaze horrified and conflicted. "I...I suppose it won't mean much to you, coming from me." Ami tells her enemy softly. "But...I'm sorry you had to endure that."