- ((Added a Vlandy-Shadowheart form to that bundle of characters))
- Danielle "Dusk" Rahec | 20 Years Old | Living Melody | Human Form | Myokinesis || Tags: Mage, Janie
Dusk furrowed her eyebrows. "... Alright then, you may attempt that," she said, kneeling down to sit on her knees. She closed her eyes, lightly biting her lip. "Please, be mindful. There are things in my mind that should not be touched, as well as Vasen herself being unstable, unconscious or not..."
- Elli Mopone | 20 Years Old | Melody Opposite | Human Form | Spirit Manipulation || Tags: Thirteen
Elli gave a light hum, seeming almost disappointed at the coin flip's result. "Oh well, I was interested in seeing her..." She shrugged idly, and watched as he started to recreate the moose of a man. She knew it was no joke, so by the time that he was done with the creation, she wasn't surprised by the damage done to his body. "That it is. It isn't a wise idea to mess with life and death," she said simply, consuming three of the spirit flames before turning around. "Nephilim, rise," she said, blue eyes shining. There was a flash of light, and a translucent being stood nearby. Vlandore anxiously bit his lip in this spiritual state, lightly shifting his wings.
"Nephilim," she spoke, a misty aura emanating from her eyes. It was a pale violet colour, and not many would know it, but it was her own soul beginning to tear itself apart. "Possess that body, and allow me to anchor you." She gestured toward the lifeless form created by Thirteen, and while Vlandore seemed reluctant, he had no power. He nodded to her, and his form seemed to 'glitch' before fading. Elli turned toward the form, shifting her jaw as she rose her hands that radiated with the same pale-violet energy. There was no guarantee, but she had to try to anchor the body to the soul so that it could live. It wasn't quite as hard as it was trying to manipulate a soulless person; in a way, it was almost just a doll. A very detailed doll, but, a doll.
"Nephilim," she spoke, a misty aura emanating from her eyes. It was a pale violet colour, and not many would know it, but it was her own soul beginning to tear itself apart. "Possess that body, and allow me to anchor you." She gestured toward the lifeless form created by Thirteen, and while Vlandore seemed reluctant, he had no power. He nodded to her, and his form seemed to 'glitch' before fading. Elli turned toward the form, shifting her jaw as she rose her hands that radiated with the same pale-violet energy. There was no guarantee, but she had to try to anchor the body to the soul so that it could live. It wasn't quite as hard as it was trying to manipulate a soulless person; in a way, it was almost just a doll. A very detailed doll, but, a doll.

















