Ysenelle - The Undesirables Docking Bay
The Harlequin graciously gave a little bow at the two Kroot for being so understanding. Really the situation had occurred because Ysenelle had lacked focus, getting lost in her little explanation. Being able to convey a hint of her lifestyle was refreshing to her. She could feel the air in the stark imposing hanger become tense so she made her best efforts to rectify the situation.
Smoke and Cha'Chak both had similar reactions and seemed uninclined to look at her face, or rather mask at all now.
The colorful Eldar waved her hand dismissively.
"That isn't really necessary, I believe with a simple increase of caution on both sides we should be fine. I just got lost in the moment, it's been a long time since I've been able to give a rich performance via the medium of combat. Helping Jack with my abilities just got me more excited than I would have expected."
The Eldar looked down at Jack as she said this, he was still slumbering peacefully. Hopefully soon he would be a little more useful and capable. Their situation could turn terrible at any moment and while she was concerned about his well being she was also well aware she needed as much useful support she could depend on in possibly in lieu of her missing troop. Considering her combat role was powerful yet supportive, gaining alien support was paramount to her success.
While her weakening of tradition and racial prejudices had opened her up to treating the aliens she was with politely and nicely the habit of needing them for her own uses was real. However despite this normal Eldar behavior she felt a pang of guilt...
Ysenelle paused for a moment, her mind justifying that she would also be useful to them and that she wasn't using them.
Why did she feel the need to do that though?
The Eldar wondered just how far she was wandering from traditional Eldar behavior... she felt that is was necessary for the completion of her quest to save the Eldar though. Their current path was inadequate... maybe change was a part of the key?
"Then how will you see her coming to not look at her?"
The intricacies of the accent, flow of the words and nearly unnoticeable condescension hidden in the words was unmistakeable. Ysenelle turned to the taller and stoic in comparison figure before her. A male Eldar ranger with sharp features from... she took a moment to look him over... the Craftworld Biel'tan, the cradle of our great Race's rebirth, or so we would be told.
The ranger gave very slight gestures and movements, which was also a part of the Eldar language. A sensitive and sophisticated method of communication that took a weight off Ysenelle's heart and mind to have the pleasure to partake in. His pose and movements told her that he was concerned and he was wondering about her well being.
Ysenelle's gesturing, while slight, were much more flamboyant than her fellow Eldar's.
She faced him, as she shifted her weight and moved a hand in front of her chest, her fingers moving ever so slightly (a rather over the top way of acknowledging a joyous reception)
However due to her mask and the taboo of removing it in front of another Eldar warrior she decided to also speak in their ancient language.
("I am Ysenelle of the Harlequin's, I follow the path that has brought me to my role as a Shadowseer of the great dance. I originate from the craftworld of the seers, Ulthwé. Although that was long ago. Who are you and what brings you on this dangerous quest walker of the path of the outcast?")
The colorful Eldar gave faint gestures and continued to move around on her feet very gently, her linguistics showing easily that she was a devout of Cegorach the Eldar God of Laughter.
Ysenelle yearned to continue the conversation as she felt the disturbance and eyes in the warp, the shriek of a voice and then...
The stench of chaos flitted through past her psyche for a moment.
The hairs on the back of her neck stuck up and she shivered.
Think... where... what... It must be.
The shadowseer shut her eyes and probed the air and folds of the warp immediately around her. She felt the eyes withdrawing as well as the stink, but something was wrong. No chaotic energy had been left but... something had been altered. It would have been for the worse.
She eyed the ranger, who seemed unaffected directly. The Kroot were completely oblivious as their warp presence was nigh nil, she already knew that. Ysenelle frowned and shifted her weight on her feet, quickly running to the slumped figure against the crate.
Let's see if Chaos is as predictable as it insists it isn't...
She waited and stared at the sleeping man, a faint hope inside her that he was still just sleeping soundly and that she didn't want to interrupt it.
She waited a few more moments when she saw a single bead of sweat begin traveling down his forehead.
Her mask glinted with a sharp sheen and her outfit seemed to brighten slightly and dance as she focused and clasped her gloved hands delicately around Jack's temples.
The short Eldar shimmered as she floated in a void, her form bare and her hair floating about. Her form was white to ice blue, shimmering and phasing slightly. It was a manifestation of her own psyche implanted within Jack's mind. A different use of the spells and runes usually used for creating psychic avatars to fight foes in the matterium.
This mind was sleeping, but at the same time... She had her answer as she made out a dark surface, impossibly high, reaching into infinity in all directions. A colossal wall of the mind. With a deep breath Ysenelle focused on making her presence as precise and sharp as a scalpel.
She pressed her palms against the surface and calmly began reciting a quiet Eldar song, attempting to bring harmony as her thoughts and presence resonated and began to disperse the disturbance left behind by the thrashing chaotic energy that had only glanced the mind she now inhabited. She felt the surface begin to give way and seemingly melt before her. Soon enough her eyes fell upon something solid.
Jack curled into a ball muttering. "No, no, no, no, that's not right. You can't be. I wouldn't do that." The imposter didn't bother saying anything else as he brought up the knife and struck. He cut Jack's arm, then his leg, and continued to cut Jack all over. Jack couldn't find the words to describe the pain and terror he was in right now. And the imposter just kept cutting, as Jack tried to use his arms to defend himself...
Ysenelle carefully inched forward toward the depressing and terrifying scene, slowly emerging partially through the wall directly behind Jack in the room and caressing his curled up form. She felt a great pity for him as his beaten psyche and raw emotions whipped and screamed, flailing uselessly against the bastion of her own trained mind. This didn't stop her simply interpreting and empathizing with the pain he was in.
Her bare image's form was still sticking out of the actual room, completely impossible in reality as she laid on her side, partially in the floor and gently wrapped her shimmering arms around Jack. She pressed her cheek against his hair and whispered.
"It's just a dream Jack, everything is fine... everything is better than fine... you finally have an opportunity to face your inner demons... you can win, I know you can win."
A delicate finger gently prodded the tip of his nose, hidden away within his arms as the barrage of knife blows continued.
"Like I promised, I'll still be there when you wake up, who knows, maybe you'll even remember some of this... even if you don't. I have a feeling you'll feel better."
Ysenelle began to draw back, placing a hand on his back she quickly drew some runes of protection and empowerment while giving a silent chant. She could have just dispersed the dream, or maybe even let Jack risk defeating it on his own or using his own willpower to run away and wake up. However she decided to tip the scales in his favor, just like most Eldar are want to do, much to the dismay of all who oppose them.
She whispered silently to herself. "Considering his lack of experience, I think it's only fair I stack the deck."
The image gave a final smirk before dissolving out of existence.
Ysenelle partially got up, finishing her incantation, she then let go of Jack and took a moment to clear her mind. She turned back to the aliens and her fellow Eldar she had been conversing with.
"Where were we?" she asked politely yet indifferently.
