'Daughter of God'

[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!))

[Action]

“Booker? Booker?!”

Elizabeth could almost still smell the sulfur and fire, and feel the heat coming from Monument Island. It had felt, for a moment, like the world was being pressed and burned into her bones, swelling up against her ribcage and expelling itself in the form of a brilliant, blinding light that enveloped her, Booker, and Songbird. That was what she'd seen, she was almost certain of it.

But instead of her jailer and her strange fellow convict, Elizabeth was brought out of the sky and out of the clouds and light and into cool water. Not that she'd never ended up in water before, but it was very disorienting. She thrashed and doggy-paddled to the edge of the lake, realizing that if Booker had been anywhere nearby, he would have answered her.

The silence was lonely, and familiar. She didn't like it at all. Even the sounds of gunfire would have been welcome as opposed to the sound of her struggling to slosh out of the lake and onto the shore. Everything seemed to echo, even the drips coming off of the plain dress she had somehow ended up in. New place, new clothes, wings on her back... Elizabeth reached out awkwardly and touched them, drawing a hand back in dismay and shock when she realized she could feel her hand on her wing. Wings. She had wings now, when did that happen?

“It's okay, Elizabeth,” she said aloud, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to calm down and warm herself a little. “It's... probably not this wet in heaven.” She sniffled from the chill of being soaked head to foot, and took in her surroundings while trying not to wonder if she had in fact killed herself and Booker by opening that tear. It had led somewhere significant, somewhere foreign and different where madness was king. She had thought she'd seen a sea, but perhaps it was this lake. Perhaps she was in a different place where madness was king...

“Booker!” she called again, almost desperate. Biting back tears and a lump in her throat, she looked around the lake once more. She had lived alone for years. And in the first scrap of quiet she'd heard in a long time, she couldn't find comfort standing by herself.

Shivering, Elizabeth looked around for any movement and saw a patch of royal blue on the ground. Her dress, folded neatly with a thin book. Who did that...?


[Audio]

[The audio starts up, unexpectedly, but Elizabeth seems to know how this is supposed to work. It's like a Voxophone, right? Only it's somehow transmitted everywhere.]

Can anyone hear this? I don't know what day it is, or where I'm supposed to be. Booker? There's a, uh, lake here, and some trees. [She sighs, her voice wavering.] I'm freezing out here, and if you're running around sticking your head in trashcans I'm going to be really mad!




((Catch her walking through the forest or into the village! She has her journal open too, and will be 'Voxophoning' actively.))