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WHO: Lyra and Dilandau
WHERE: Near a grocery store.
WHEN: Forward dated to Wednesday.
WARNINGS: Violence, possibly language and disturbing imagery.
SUMMARY: Lyra is on the Major's hit list. Dilandau tries to kill her.
FORMAT: Quicklog!



[Shopping for groceries is one of Lyra's chores around the house, and the basket hanging from her arm is loaded with vegetables, fruits, and other assorted groceries, with Pantalaimon resting on her shoulders, watching the people as they pass. Lyra's humming a bit and scratching her daemon under his chin as she waits at a corner for the lights to change.]

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[Dilandau had all but laughed in the Major's face when he told him his target. A little girl. Could he really take that seriously? But he agreed, of course. What else is there? He spends his days pacing in his room, shuffling through the streets without meeting anyone's eyes, terrified and uncomfortable and out of his element. Caged like an animal. So.

He stalks her, invisible. He's been following her for a long time and his fingers itch, surging with all the energy of what could be, what will be. His new powers come so naturally to him that they're more exciting than frightening. He can barely wait another minute. Was he supposed to be subtle...?

Whatever.

His invisibility flickers, just slightly, as he extends a hand and fires a spear of metal from his palm straight at her.]

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[Pantalaimon catches the flicker out of the corner of his eye, and in that split second of alarm, summons a shield from his and Lyra's shared powers, translucent gold shining as the pair are knocked back instead of skewered.

People have started screaming now, of course, and Lyra and her daemon have vanished, made invisible by Lyra's own powers and her knuckles are white and she can hear her daemon's heartbeat thumping next to hers as she bites her lip, clamps down on her fear, and creates another illusion- of herself and her daemon, sprawled on the ground where she'd just been as the real Lyra circles around, unseen.]

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[The deflection startles him. For a second, his vision is lost in the kickback, in the bang of adrenaline, but when it clears, Lyra's on the ground. Did he imagine the miss? Did she try to fight back and fail?

It doesn't matter. He wraps himself in his own invisibility, stepping towards the bodies as the crowd panics around him. Disappointingly easy, he thinks. As expected.]

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[The illusion cowers and trembles, showing far more fear than Lyra would ever allow herself to show, while the real one bites her lip, come on, show yourself, slip up and show me where you are! are the thoughts running through her head as she watches the scene before her.]

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[He grins as he reaches the illusion, growing a blade from the metal strapped to his palm. Though the invisibility clouds his body, the weapon is more than visible, shining in the daylight like some perverse crescent moon.]

So sorry, little girl.

[And then he brings it down.]

Tell me if this is okay?

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[And the illusion 'dies' falling over in a pool of blood and the 'daemon' disolving into thin air before the corpse suddenly breaks apart into hundreds- possibly thousands- of centipedes that start crawling over the blade towards whatever's on the other end. And now that Lyra has an idea, from the voice, of where the person is? Dilandau might also feel centipedes crawling around beneath his skin- not painful, but definitely creepy.]

it's great c:

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[Dilandau lets out a shriek and stumbles backwards, gripping at his skin as his invisibility crumbles and sparks around him. He needs to get out of here, he's rotting away, his muscles and bones are covered with bugs and bugs and bugs--

What did she do to him?

Before he knows it, he's on his hands and knees, shuddering violently, retching, imagining his skin shifting like a river. Then he imagines escaping his skin and it's such an overwhelming feeling that for a second, he swears the ground is no longer underneath him.

The invisibility crackles again, then halt. Dilandau is perfectly visible, perfectly small. Huddled on the ground.]

Thanks! I hope this is still okay, if not, I'll change it!

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[Behind the illusion, Lyra's mouth twists into a small smirk. It's satisfying to have at least some measure of control, even with fear shortening ever breath she takes. So she adds scent to the illusion as well- the metallic scent of blood and the intrusive aroma of decay.

Pantalaimon is at her side, and she can hear his thoughts- he thinks they should flee, escape, leave unseen and unheard and get help. Lyra agrees, although the fear has started to fight with anger in her mind. Anger at being attacked and anger that this creep attacked her in a place where a lot of other people could get hurt as well.

While she knows she can do a lot of damage with her telekinesis, she can't do that without dropping her illusion when she's this panicked... which would make her vulnerable.

So she keeps the illusion going, intensifying it with scent and the taste of blood and rot on her assailants tongue and the sound of clicking and rustling and wordless murmuring in his ears and more and more and more bugs, crawling over his skin and under it, and into his mouth, as she grits her teeth and Pantalaimon tenses.]

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[He only curls up tighter, shakes harder as the illusions assault his brain. Under his breath, he rambles about bugs, all those bugs, he's coming undone, all those bugs. The world around Dilandau is fragile enough as is - with the hallucinations, everything shatters further into the uncontrollable. The raw.

So it doesn't take long before he's screaming again, this time in a vicious, animalistic rage. Something is doing this to him. He curls the invisibly around him once more and fires metal into the crowd, towards all those poor people who haven't yet run away.]

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!

/wraps this up?

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[One piece of metal misses Lyra by a few inches and she curses. She doesn't think she's strong enough to take this lunatic on by herself, and she lets her own illusion flicker for an instant as she snatches as many pieces of metal out of the air as she can- although she rather doubts he'll see her, considering she's standing behind him- and then resumes the illusion and runs, feet pounding on the pavement, as far away as she can get, her daemon following behind her, just as unseeable.]