TREIZE + [Action]

[tearmeanewone]

[Forward Dated - April 20th]

[Action]

[The structure burned.]

[Elizabeth watched it with an air of simple philosophy. It had only taken one little spark, and the whole forest-based waystation for the sheltering of New Feathers lost in the woods had gone up. The bedding, the supplies, the spare clothes, everything. From one little flame.]

[Just as she was one little flame. One little flame that would baptise the world-- every world-- in fire. Beginning with this one. She would burn it all to the ground if it meant being more trouble than she was worth, she would burn it to the ground if it meant snuffing out the foolish things her better-off had grown to cherish.]

[Disappointment, and pain, and despair. These would be the things that would make her live up to her true potential, turn her into her father's daughter. And it would only start when she left.]

[She walked away from the blaze, breathing and feeling the sheer amount of power that was ripping through her shoulders and arms. The siphon was a kind of leash, put on her by her father, never removed for fear that she would find herself just as obedient as when it had been on. Her fears were realized. Tears extended glad, welcoming arms to her, nearly opened right as she passed them they were so eager, but she didn't reach back. She did not believe in Lutece, she only believed in the word of the Prophet-- science had cured her.]

[But apparently, that science had not followed her to Luceti. And she was older, and stronger, than her younger self. Whatever the Malnosso had in place, it only held her back so much. It was possible to use her power... and it might also be necessary. She was alone, and she only feared dying before her work was done, losing the memory of what she had to accomplish. She extended a trembling hand, and opened one-- an abandoned, bloody crossbow for her troubles, and only a twinge of pain and a moderate increase in heart rate. She shouldered it and pressed on, to the item shop where she might arm herself for the coming night.]



[When darkness falls, Elizabeth walks out of the forest, pushing a strange device. The thing protests when she tries to start it up, and Elizabeth realizes with some trepidation that whatever she's pulled out of the tear, it doesn't have an endless amount of fuel in it. It'll be no more useful than scrap once it does.]

[But it starts, and Elizabeth climbs in and takes off, hovering just above the various community buildings. Despite the recent upheaval, it seems quiet. The silence is like nails on a chalkboard, Elizabeth can almost imagine what deplorable things are happening in the homes below. What dreams are being dreamt, what happiness is being lived in complete naivete.]

[In the dark, she sees the roof of the house she had allowed Booker and the Luteces to live in while she hid herself away. Every day Dewitt lived was another day Elizabeth grit her teeth and prayed for patience, every day he attempted to reach out to her, every moment she saw him drinking to forget how he had abandoned her. No more.]

[Elizabeth picked up a bottle, lit the rag on the end, and dropped it over the side of her transport, aiming for the roof of that quiet little house.]

Amen.



((OOC: Elizabeth has been AU'd to a version of herself who was left to be broken by Comstock. She has quite an arsenal of improvised weaponry, as well as a few tear and vigor-related tricks up her sleeve, but she'll be dropping incendiary things in a line straight through the village-- obviously, no unwanted property damage will occur. But anybody who wants some damage/wants to face off with a superpowered maniac with daddy issues, who pretty much thinks you're a filthy sinner, COME AT HER, BRO! Only stipulation is she's finally going to be stopped by Gai, but if she's not a match for your character she'll turn tail and retreat.))

((Replies will come from godspeedthyjudgement!))

Comments

tw: definite religious irreverence because Isaac

[godspeedthyjudgement]

[Obviously, she's unsurprised by Isaac's crude and irreverent way of expressing himself. Elizabeth makes a disgusted face and turns her back to go.]

I can see why she liked you. Every word out of your mouth was new and fascinating, however I am not so swayed. Go back to your hole and wait.

[relictusdeus]

[There’s a flicker of recognition in his eyes at ‘she’ though his smile remains comfortably in place, with practiced ease, until a look of mock-astonishment steals across his features.] And miss the spectacle?

[He wouldn't dream of it. The thought prompts a laugh, soft, and cold and black.] Oh, no; I am quite through with waiting, I assure you. He and I have so very much to discuss… if He is prepared at long last to take responsibility for his failings and face judgment of His own.

[godspeedthyjudgement]

You think God has time for any of us? [Elizabeth looks back over her shoulder, hard, at Isaac.] He barely speaks to me because I have wandered, what deludes you into thinking he will even grace you with His own judgement?

No... He has left me here to test my will, and he knows what I must do to continue forward. I must slaughter and burn everything if I am to return. [She smiles softly.] He will not find my will lacking, but He will also not save me from what suffering I will endure after. And I am counting on the fact that not even God speaks to those he has wronged.

[When she is gone, when the one Booker freed returns, her life will be utterly destroyed.]

if you need me to edit anything, plz lemme know - religion really gets Ike talking

[relictusdeus]

[He cants his head at the question, silent - though barely, while his nerves prickle keenly with demonic energy.] …Lo walks Elizabeth, [He teases mirthlessly, teetering on the knife-edge between deathly calm and savagery] burdened with purpose and answering sin with blood. Is that not itself a sin? [Huffing a breathy, fainter laugh through his teeth, he pushes on.]

Think you that you can redeem yourself, atone for your wrongdoings by dirtying your hands for Him? [A beat - and then his lids lower and he leans in, his voice a conspiratorial purr.] You have doomed yourself already -- and when you breathe your last, He shall cast you Himself into the flames of His own creation with the rest... and He will look down, and He will laugh.

[An amused shake of his head.] How very kind of Him to be keeping a place warm for us. I never did mind the heat.

Psh, you're fine! :3

[godspeedthyjudgement]

My wrongdoings? No... I atoned for those long ago, when I stopped resisting taking the place that was set aside for me. [Perhaps she's said just enough for Isaac to begin to realize what has happened. The variable that split her away from the Elizabeth Isaac knows and speaks so freely to.]

But she fought, and fought, and fought what could have been hers if she had just accepted what we are-- worse than God. Omnipotent and destructive and emotional and unfocused. She never realized that she was deluding herself, and fought to be wiped away like dust. We are the children science created and God wouldn't touch.

He wouldn't laugh. He will breathe a sigh of relief when we are gone, when neither Heaven nor Hell has to house us. I was doomed the day the False Shepherd sold me to the Prophet, but I am not afraid of the burden--the damnation-- that choice brought on me.

I have no hope, and no fear of judgment falling on me. I am not human, and I am not as absent as God is. Destroying the pestilent life here and on Earth, so there might be something better after the smoke has cleared, is my only calling. There is nothing else for me, no matter how much the others may try to run from it.

Ok! Never hurts to check. :P

[relictusdeus]

[More than anything else, it’s that seemingly fatalistic tone of her final remark that strikes a chord deep inside him. There is nothing else for me. But he hasn’t any sympathy in him to give - it’d be misplaced, here and now, with Elizabeth bent and warped like a hot piece of metal into some strange, new, irrevocable shape. One that has made it clear a man of his sort isn’t allowed to exist in the world she intends to remake. It’s an ambitious project; and he smiles as he remembers a time when he had joined the war waged against the human race by the very antithesis of God, a creature barely any more involved in his life than God himself had been in his times of need. Neither God nor Dracula were infallible, though the latter he had never wanted to believe while under his servitude, pardoning his cool detachment and brushing aside his errors in judgment until his betrayal by the Dark Lord had forced him to reconsider long after it was too late.]

'twas He who spawned Satan himself… and ‘twas He who made man, sin and all. [His eyes glint with bitter amusement.] Try as you might to raze the enclosure of the blight of His most disastrous creation, you will fall and your work shall be for naught. Death shan’t keep the dead for long, human.