oh, rebelling sound of young wings, they still embrace the name of the blowing wind;

[liberazoth]

[ what if we tempt fate by shitposting again, ]

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[revengier]

[ To want something enough? That's terrifying in its own right, Kurapika thinks. Is that the kind of ability that has control over its user rather than the other way around? Is that an ability that one could ever really have full control over?

Makima certainly seems to carry that control herself, and Kurapika thinks that is what is most threatening about her. ]

No, I don't think she does either. Which means that she could use it for just about anything, no rules or strings attached, so to speak.

[ No worrying about how she'll hurt someone with it, far from the worries Kurapika and Vayne both carry on their shoulders. ]

At least... we know how big of a threat she could be now. We're at least aware of who we're dealing with on some level, even if we don't know everything we'd like to.

[liberazoth]

[ it's certainly the kind of ability that becomes more terrifying the more one considers it.

a pause. another moment's breather to drain his glass just a little more. ]

... We've talked a lot about Miss Makima so far, huh.

[ there's something ... vayne tries to think back, and turn over what little he's seen of the two ladies interacting. he can't put his finger on what it is, but... ]

What do you think of Adela?

[revengier]

I find her... strange.

[ He can't quite his finger on it, the way she offers them baked goods and delicious food alongside an execution, or the way she looks downtrodden with each and every killing. There's something distinctly off. ]

Does she even want to go through all of this? She seems more shaken than some of us, sometimes.