The days when she’s with her বন্ধু are the hardest. Because there’s something wrong, and she knows it, but a force is keeping her from telling them. So she’s quiet, silently choking on the words she’ll never say. “Don’t trust me. Don’t come near me. I’m sick. I’m not who আপনি think I am.”
But she can’t say it, and they can’t hear it.
And that’s when she knows she’s really, truly, alone.
So when they ask her if she’s alright, she nods, and they know it’s a lie, but they don’t say so. “Leave her to her thoughts,” Aisling might say. “She keeps her secrets for a reason,” Delta would explain. But not even they can see that behind her glasses is an unknown pain, a threat to her life, one she can’t explain to even herself.
At the end of the day, she’ll even push Eric from her, hoping he gets the message, that she needs time to think. Sometimes he understands. Sometimes he’s afraid for her, afraid she’ll relapse, she’ll fall a victim to self harm. But he trusts her. So he lets her go.
In her room, she collapses, and whatever খিলান her emotions have been stored in unlocks. Tears start to spill and she lets out silent screams of anguish and torture, the hate in her released in a ball of furious instability. Eventually she’ll fall over, sobs wracking her body, scorch marks on her hands and everywhere in the room. A questioning voice echoes in her mind, and, eventually, the room itself.
Glistening স্বর্ণ turns to sapphire blue, and Phoenix kneels over Fin in a motherly way. The younger, দ্বারা many years, is nothing but a wreck now, yet the spirit does not mind. “Kyra,” she murmurs, as caring as possible. “What plagues you?”
And Kyra shakes her head, full of regret, and sighs out, tears trekking down her face. “I don’t know,” she responds, equally as quiet and calm, but void of emotion. “I really don’t know.”
The spirit does not, can not touch her. So Phoenix gives up, sits on the mattress, and waits for the fit to end.
This happens too often now for someone not to see. But Kyra is a child of the Bat. It’s easy for her to hide things from others. It’s even easier to hide it from her sisters and brothers. There’s something terrible living in her, something not even she knows, and no one may ever know. She has a theory. She hates the theory. Logic will not apply again if she acknowledges it. So she ignores the evil hisses and whispers in her head that do not come from Phoenix. Having two voices was fine. Three...
It’s making her insane.
And she starting to like it.
She doesn’t know why she can suddenly translate binary like it’s a native language. The লেখা on her দেওয়াল is completely foreign to her, and how it got there, and why it’s blood red. There are blank spaces in her memories. But this is a part of her now, she understands.
And as the night falls over the mountain, a place of প্রণয় and trust and calm, Kyra fells none of these things. All she feels is a sense of horrible guilt, of restless envy and sickening bloodlust. She cannot close her eyes without seeing all of them dead, and her hands soaked in blood, but she learns to separate herself and become indifferent about it.
The last thing she hears each night before unconsciousness is a harsh, icy whisper, calculating and cruel.
You will return.
And eventually...
She does.
But she can’t say it, and they can’t hear it.
And that’s when she knows she’s really, truly, alone.
So when they ask her if she’s alright, she nods, and they know it’s a lie, but they don’t say so. “Leave her to her thoughts,” Aisling might say. “She keeps her secrets for a reason,” Delta would explain. But not even they can see that behind her glasses is an unknown pain, a threat to her life, one she can’t explain to even herself.
At the end of the day, she’ll even push Eric from her, hoping he gets the message, that she needs time to think. Sometimes he understands. Sometimes he’s afraid for her, afraid she’ll relapse, she’ll fall a victim to self harm. But he trusts her. So he lets her go.
In her room, she collapses, and whatever খিলান her emotions have been stored in unlocks. Tears start to spill and she lets out silent screams of anguish and torture, the hate in her released in a ball of furious instability. Eventually she’ll fall over, sobs wracking her body, scorch marks on her hands and everywhere in the room. A questioning voice echoes in her mind, and, eventually, the room itself.
Glistening স্বর্ণ turns to sapphire blue, and Phoenix kneels over Fin in a motherly way. The younger, দ্বারা many years, is nothing but a wreck now, yet the spirit does not mind. “Kyra,” she murmurs, as caring as possible. “What plagues you?”
And Kyra shakes her head, full of regret, and sighs out, tears trekking down her face. “I don’t know,” she responds, equally as quiet and calm, but void of emotion. “I really don’t know.”
The spirit does not, can not touch her. So Phoenix gives up, sits on the mattress, and waits for the fit to end.
This happens too often now for someone not to see. But Kyra is a child of the Bat. It’s easy for her to hide things from others. It’s even easier to hide it from her sisters and brothers. There’s something terrible living in her, something not even she knows, and no one may ever know. She has a theory. She hates the theory. Logic will not apply again if she acknowledges it. So she ignores the evil hisses and whispers in her head that do not come from Phoenix. Having two voices was fine. Three...
It’s making her insane.
And she starting to like it.
She doesn’t know why she can suddenly translate binary like it’s a native language. The লেখা on her দেওয়াল is completely foreign to her, and how it got there, and why it’s blood red. There are blank spaces in her memories. But this is a part of her now, she understands.
And as the night falls over the mountain, a place of প্রণয় and trust and calm, Kyra fells none of these things. All she feels is a sense of horrible guilt, of restless envy and sickening bloodlust. She cannot close her eyes without seeing all of them dead, and her hands soaked in blood, but she learns to separate herself and become indifferent about it.
The last thing she hears each night before unconsciousness is a harsh, icy whisper, calculating and cruel.
You will return.
And eventually...
She does.
Daily Episode
দিন Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who গাউন a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
দিন Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who গাউন a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
Can আপনি blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if আপনি read it like you'd be গান গাওয়া Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How আপনি seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
আপনি grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
টক notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s শৈশবাবস্থা swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old বন্ধু can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what আপনি see
What is it আপনি saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How আপনি seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
আপনি grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
টক notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s শৈশবাবস্থা swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old বন্ধু can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what আপনি see
What is it আপনি saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
ID: Confidental
Age: 25
Occupation: Assassin and villian
Physical Appearance: light brunett, bronze colored eyes, 5'6"
Clothing: varies, but always wears a scarf that she can bring up to hide her identity.
Powers: দ্বারা looking into her victims eyes, she can command them to do as she pleases.
Weapons: Doesn't always carry one, but she is skilled with a sword.
Personality: vengeful, focused, feisty
History: Unknown.
Relation to Team: actual relation is a secret, but she seems to have a hate for fire-casters...