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Taissa frowns but decides to drop it as the poor boy seems too confused. She remembers she has yet to introduce herself. “I’m Taissa.” She smiles at Samuel in an attempt to ease his uncomfort. “I am physically about 26, though I can’t remember exactly. But I’m mentally an 11 year old boy.” She...

Taissa quietly listens to the others introductions as she thinks of what she is to say. Everything is silent for a moment and she notices Samuel looking at her but she notices too late as Dr Whateley speaks again. Listening to Samuel, she frowns. “Physical body? What about you? Your soul?” She...

Taissa looks around at everyone, and then at the room, thinking about whether to join or not. She knows she has nothing to lose and she knows she wants to help in any way. She believes that if she saves enough lives then it will make up for the lives she has taken. And with that, she nods. “I’m...

Taissa leans back with a huff and crosses her arms. “Fine I guess you’re right.” She says to Doctor Whateley. “And I’m not addicted, it’s only been a few hours since I used to I suppose I’m still feeling the affects.” She stares at the ceiling for a moment. “Is there a training programme here?”...

Taissa buries her face in her hands stressfully at Maeves scolding. She peaks at Maeve through the cracks of her fingers. “Just a tiny smidge? I mean, you’re the expert and all so you could maybe monitor it?” She says, hoping that a little compliment might sway her.

Taissa guffaws at Maeves response. “The tour guide said something about us being initiates, but we really just seem like a bunch of criminals. Maeves murdered someone, I’ve murdered a few someone’s, Thalia over there looks like she could kill someone by just looking at them and the Doctor, well...

Taissa leans back as what the director says hits too close for comfort. The one responsible for the lives lost to the dragon was the directors former partner. Taissa is too deep in thought to hear what the Doctor says and blurts, “would you be able to kill him if it came to that? Your former...

Taissa sits listening, absorbing the information and trying to wrap her head around it. The creator is mad at humanity and is threatening to end the world? “Makes sense.” She murmurs to herself, thinking about all of the greed and abuse of power she has witnessed over years of wandering from...

Taissa stares at him, her face blank. “Humour? People died.” She examines the room, searching for answers to questions she doesn’t want to ask, not yet anyway. Not finding anything, she gestures to the seats. “I’m sorry if I come across as rude, it’s been a long day. There was a dragon, if you...

Taissa trails behind the group and quietly listens to the conversation as she tries to comprehend what the hell is going on. The end of the world? She frowns. Taissa always thought the world would end via natural disasters, not a bloody reckoning-type bullshit scenario. What secrets do these...

Taissa cant keep her eyes off Maeve as she tampers with the maen, and then she throws it and Taissa almost cries out. She tears her gaze from Maeve after what seems like eternity and shrugs feeling defeated. “Guess it needed to be done.” She turns to Samuel. “Ready when you are, cap’n.” She half...

Taissa does not mean to ignore Doctor Whateley when she snatches the pouch back and pins Maeve with a glare. “First of all, the one who gave it to me, well I fucking killed her.” She snaps. “Secondly, I only used it to help take down the fucking dragon that otherwise might’ve moved on to another...

Taissa unconsciously tightens her hold on the pouch and holds it protectively against her chest at the Doctors proposition. Even being in close proximity of the maen for so long has had its affects on her and she doesn’t want to share it with anyone. Her fingers burn as fire attempts to force...

Taissa glances at the woman in the hood. “Yea, well, it was kind of a last resort, the dragon was...insane.” She sighs and then smiles tightly. “I would usually still be feeling the affects of the maen but it seems your potion has helped with that. Right now I just feel like taking a nap for a...

Taissa shrugs at the Doctors question, deciding whether she should be honest or not. She’s pretty sure the maen is frowned upon in most societies, not only as an addictive drug but as a way of cheating life and gaining more power than should be allowed. She glances at Dr Whateley. He looks like...

Taissa studies the object, a sort of beautiful crystal, when she finally reaches the group. There are so many questions running through her mind but she doesn’t know where to start. But there’s a feeling she has, a sort of belonging and accomplishment she had been searching for since she was 14...

Taissa watches as one of the strangers in the group raises a dark red object in response to the woman’s question, and watches as the woman makes her way to the group. She frowns, positively confused, and attempts to stand up. Her head spins and her legs buckle beneath her, but after three failed...

Taissa knew she had taken the maen yet she has never recovered from its ecstasy so quickly before. Almost unbearable pain radiating from her head makes her squeeze her eyes shut again until it fades to a dull thrum. She remembers using a great deal of power, which explains why her body hurts so...

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kill you.” Taissa cries at the blurred face before her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” She keeps repeating, twitching and squinting as she feels shock-like tingles course through her body. And then she stops, stares at the woman in front of her and...

Taissa falls onto the cold stone ground, depleted and exhausted. She rolls onto her back and wipes the blood from her nose, a smile playing on her lips. She can hear the dragons painful cries as it is stunned and attacked, it’s cries drown out those of its innocent victims. There is another gun...