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[puzzlingchest]

[Hendel's sitting on a chair in the lobby, the perfect picture of calm. Anyone passing by, though, is going to feel distinctly not calm. There's a solution to that, though - along with the sudden onset of anxiety, there's the feeling that spending some time with Hendel here is exactly what they need to calm themselves down.

Someone really shouldn't be allowed mood-altering powers.]

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[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[She stares hard, clenching her jaw and holding back tears.]

I don't think Clarence would appreciate this, why would you hurt him?

[puzzlingchest]

That's rather the point.

You... Clarence would be viewed as a weakness in me, were people to know the truth. That is not the case.

I intend to prove it.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I'm not Clarence! Hurting me--there isn't a point!

[And at this point, she's far too weak to fix any of her powers. Damn.]

Wouldn't hurting me only prove I'm a weakness?

[puzzlingchest]

Well, then in that case I suppose it's simply a way of passing the time.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[She looks down and clenches her fists, holding her legs tight to her, as if she's ready for whatever pain she deserves.]

[puzzlingchest]

What should I do to you, do you think?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Her lip quivers, but she can't muster up the strength to say anything.]

[puzzlingchest]

Well? I could make you do almost anything, you know. Emotions are so... pathetic.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

...please...

[Please what? She didn't even know what she was saying. She wasn't sure what to do at this point. She was stuck.]