07-07-2017, 12:35 PM
Lord Dominator wasn’t really sure she followed at all, but she wasn’t going to question it that much. Corrupting the hearts of worlds sounded interesting, though, as a general rule, she was more interested in tearing the hearts out of worlds and grinding them beneath her sneaker-clad heel.
As she turned back to survey the carnage, beneath her visor, Dominator allowed herself a bright grin. Seeing so much devastation in the once-lush surroundings filled her heart with glee. But, if she was going to pull off her little ‘prank’ she was going to need him to take her seriously, and not see her for what she was.
A bad guy.
“You wanted a lesson.” Dominator said, allowing the armour to melt back again. It was just so much easier to work when she had a tactile sense of the world around her; the armour plating helped to keep her safe when she was fighting, but it wasn’t so great for trying to do delicate work, like ripping out the very stuff that fuelled a creature in the Omniverse.
Walking easily to the downed Heartless, she laid her hand upon it, and turned to regard the boy over her shoulder.
“Look.” She said, “It isn’t complicated. To make something, you have to know what you want. To get the fuel to make it? You have to destroy something, or else it comes out of YOUR pool. Can't get something from nothing.”
It was a lie, pure and simple. Dominator knew full well that there were many ways to get more Omnilium; some of it just seemed to well up in her when she did anything, but, the boy didn’t know that. This should teach him all sorts of things. Mostly, it’ll teach him that killing will make him stronger, which is a lesson that should prove quite fun to watch him put into action – and the chances were high he’d get himself killed long before it occurred to him to try and turn on her.
The woman’s gloved fingers pressed tight against the rubbery flesh of the Heartless beneath her, and she took a deep breath and cracking her neck as she turned back to the restrained monster. Her voice was a calm as she lectured.
“Just like making, concentrate on UNMAKING. Draw their power into yourself. Take everything they have. With something like this, that’s not much, but get yourself a nice, experienced Secondary, and you can wring out every last drop of emotion for extra power.”
Again, the fear came over the Heartless, and this time, there was nothing to stop Dominator going all the way. Rainbow light played across its form as she unwove the strands of its creation. It wasn’t a quick process; no quicker than it had taken to create, and every second of it was clearly agonising for the desperately-thrashing shadow monster, right up until the moment it lost the last ounce of energy it had to try and resist.
Then, the creature melted away, briefly visible as a series of tiny rainbow orbs before they were sucked up into the glove and were added to Dominator’s power.
She straightened, then, and flashed a grin to Repliku.
“Now.” She said, “You wanted to go up to that island, right?”
As she turned back to survey the carnage, beneath her visor, Dominator allowed herself a bright grin. Seeing so much devastation in the once-lush surroundings filled her heart with glee. But, if she was going to pull off her little ‘prank’ she was going to need him to take her seriously, and not see her for what she was.
A bad guy.
“You wanted a lesson.” Dominator said, allowing the armour to melt back again. It was just so much easier to work when she had a tactile sense of the world around her; the armour plating helped to keep her safe when she was fighting, but it wasn’t so great for trying to do delicate work, like ripping out the very stuff that fuelled a creature in the Omniverse.
Walking easily to the downed Heartless, she laid her hand upon it, and turned to regard the boy over her shoulder.
“Look.” She said, “It isn’t complicated. To make something, you have to know what you want. To get the fuel to make it? You have to destroy something, or else it comes out of YOUR pool. Can't get something from nothing.”
It was a lie, pure and simple. Dominator knew full well that there were many ways to get more Omnilium; some of it just seemed to well up in her when she did anything, but, the boy didn’t know that. This should teach him all sorts of things. Mostly, it’ll teach him that killing will make him stronger, which is a lesson that should prove quite fun to watch him put into action – and the chances were high he’d get himself killed long before it occurred to him to try and turn on her.
The woman’s gloved fingers pressed tight against the rubbery flesh of the Heartless beneath her, and she took a deep breath and cracking her neck as she turned back to the restrained monster. Her voice was a calm as she lectured.
“Just like making, concentrate on UNMAKING. Draw their power into yourself. Take everything they have. With something like this, that’s not much, but get yourself a nice, experienced Secondary, and you can wring out every last drop of emotion for extra power.”
Again, the fear came over the Heartless, and this time, there was nothing to stop Dominator going all the way. Rainbow light played across its form as she unwove the strands of its creation. It wasn’t a quick process; no quicker than it had taken to create, and every second of it was clearly agonising for the desperately-thrashing shadow monster, right up until the moment it lost the last ounce of energy it had to try and resist.
Then, the creature melted away, briefly visible as a series of tiny rainbow orbs before they were sucked up into the glove and were added to Dominator’s power.
She straightened, then, and flashed a grin to Repliku.
“Now.” She said, “You wanted to go up to that island, right?”
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