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There is several...

*steps past a pile of bodies*
Had to take a short cut via a krone held path.

Several cases but its risky and not guaranteed...
We would need to weaken her greatly first.

If only we had some of those soul orbs like Death made

*Perenelle looks up from where she was finishing off a Demon with a severing spell*

Perenelle: Soul Orbs? I once read a spell to create soul orbs... it's incredibly dangerous though.

OT: Dangerous for who? I'm not putting you in harms way again.

[Looks up] My existence is acceptance of death by warefare. Tell us, unless it's harmful to yourself.

Dangerous. One more time eh. Whatbya need to do?

*Perenelle nods*

Perenelle: Well, I would need at least 2 people. And it'd exhaust me to the point where I would no longer be of use.
My aura would take days to restore. If I do this we get one chance.

Perenelle: It'd be best to do it as close to the point of attack as possible.
The orbs feed off your souls. If it doesn't work you will not only die, but you'll be erased. Your soul will be used up like a battery. No afterlife for you. Nothing.

*OT steps forward*

I'll do it

Perenelle: No Nicholas you will not. You are the one best able to restrain her. None of us have your gifts.

*Morrigan steps forward*

I'll do it. I owe Amelia.

[The Daemonette attempts to step forward]
[Stops her] The gesture is deeply appreciated, but a chaos touched being... [Looks at Perenelle] Would that harm you?

*Perenelle shakes her head*

No, but I don't think a chaotic individual would weaken her tha same way a untouched being would. Besides, *looks at Daemonette* you have a daughter to care for.

Il do it..

*Steps forward* only in death does duty end.

I'll do it. But I wish to speak to her first. I think you understand.

[Benny looks relieved and holds the Daemonette]

*Perenelle nods*

As long as you understand the gravity of the situation.

*Perenelle's eyes glow with auric energy. Laying hands on both Jhe and Morrigan she initiates the soulbinding. Morri and Jhe disappear with a small pop and 2 orbs about the size of shooter marbles appear on the ground. Perenelle collapses and OT catches her. OT picks up the soul orbs and goes to lay Perenelle in the shuttle*

Alright. Now all we have to do is find her

OOC: And that's me for the night. See ya'll later. NPC me as needed

*Reappears with a huge whip*

YOU SHOULD'VE RUN WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE!

*Swirls the whip around and slashes OT*

OOC Sure, I'm attacking a Offline guy, but I'm expecting someone to save him.

[The Daemonette darts forward and casts a small bubble around OT and Perenelle, blocking the whip] [It shatters with a tearing sound, leaving them unharmed]

I said stay in the shuttle! Get gone! [Points]

[Steps forwards, sword in hand] ...Amelia?

*Slaps Yarrick aside*

*Continues moving towards OT and the Daemonette*

*Looks at the Daemonette*

You. Why do you defend these mortals. Is Slaanesh not aware of this?

*Desummons all other Daemons in the viscinity except herself and the Daemonette*

*Death teleports next to Yarrick and helps him up*

*Hands him a standard issue UNSC combat knife*

*Disappears*

OOC You might ask why I do not change my avatar to a more suiting one.
The answer to that, is the only thing that vaguely represents what I want Daemelia to look like is from Rule 34.

*The jhe soul orb grows a small beard and little wolf rune dances below the surface and is slightly cool*

[The Daemonette looks up, puzzled as though explaining the obvious] They gave me free will.

Free will is not just the ability to control oneself... It is the ability to realise who you care for. Who you love. I care for them, they treat me as a person, not a resource.

Perhaps Slaanesh knows. Perhaps it amuses them.

[Yarrick steps back towards them] ... [Looks confusedly at the conversation]

*Smashes the Daemonette to the side*

Free will makes you weak. Free will makes the strong weak, and the weak expendable. We are beings of the warp, bound to our dark masters for the sole reason of destroying the free will of civilisation, and shackling them to our dark masters will. The only beings deserving of free will are the ones who earn it and thus be given the control of other weaklings. Unlike you. You are not fit for such an honour.

*Smiles wickedly*

Perhaps if I kill the one closest to you, you may remember.

*Draws back arm and attempt to whip BC*

OOC Save him please. I don't want to kill him, I just wanted to prove a point :(

*still capable of using powers whilst balled*

*Soul ball glows and a spectral kraken tentacle deflects the whip being destroyed in process as a second tentacle strikes from the confusion *

*Whip is thrown from hand by second tentacle*

*Hisses and completely opens wings*

OOC

Kinda imagine this, just without the beak, face feathers and the robes.
Oh, and she has wings.

[Daemonette dodges past with a speed and fluid movement that causes onlookers to feel a bit queasy] I am not bound to anyone; I am no longer unable to think for myself. And I can feel more than anger and lust...
There is far more strength in compassion than there is in hatred!
[Benny is fiddling with a rivet on the shuttle] [Looks up as the whip is raised and freezes]

[Daemonette throws up another shield, this time so strong that the end of the whip frays slightly] [Staggers and regains her poise]

[Yarrick continues walking closer, and ducks a back-hand swipe] She's right you know. You'll find a thousand men ready to go to war for something they hate. But you'll never run out of men ready to fight for someone they love.

Then send them all against me. They all die the same.

*Gives up on attacking the swift moving Daemonette and swipes at Yarrick*

*Gets down on all fours and pounces on him*

*Snaps down with a very very small beak*

HOW DO YOU TASTE COMMISSAR?!

...! [Winces] Like whisky and mild disappointment. You'd know.

How would I-

*Eyes go back to being a soft green*

Sebas-ARGH!

*Eyes go jet black again*

DIE DIE DIE DIE!

*Forces beak closer to Yarricks throat*

[Stares up] You know this face, as well. [Smiles] Sometimes it even does this.
Though you usually- [Beak reaches throat] [Swallows] -you're usually trying to make me laugh, or stop frowning...

*Wolf orb forces her to remember all her happy moments as a human, her wishes and hopes for future*

*Daemelia closes eyes and reopens them to the soft green colour again*

*Grabs Yarricks hand and plunges the object that it is holding into her heart*

*Wings engulf body and Daemelia dissapears*

OOC Made it fancier.

... [Sits up] I'm more confused than ever.
[Realises hand is empty] ...no!

*Returns to the Immaterium*

*Collapses down as the small combat blade is buried in chest*

*Solftly humming a very familiar tune as lifeblood and energy die out*

OOC Hehe, I just pictured Yarrick snapping his fingers together and sayin "Oh no she dieeennt!"

[Daemonette cracks out of existence, and appears with Amelia] ... [Holds her hand and gently cradles her torso] This wasn't your fault..You don't deserve this to happen. I know you think you do.

You are loved.

*Twists dagger and even more blood spurts out*

*Eye colour has returned to green*

*In a very soft and pained voice*

I know...

*A large clawed hand merges from the floor and wraps around the body of Amelia, before pulling her into the ground*

Ooc you and your dramatic. Death/near death...