With a head held low - hung down in shame - and a heavy heart Comet resorted to bettering herself immediately after such a pitiful lose on her part. The group as a whole may have been able to conjure up results for Cessia, but the pink-haired woman failed to use diplomacy effectively. For a long time she'd seriously considered violence but decided that loyalty to Astorea meant keeping ties peaceful with potential allies. Now, she realized none of that had worked and possibly held no importance whatsoever. Who truly cared for the Caenis? What once happened to be the enemy race, slaughtering innocent men and women alike during the war, were most likely spoken of with sneers or words of disgust. So why did she care to protect the prisoners? No matter how much her brain opposed and heart desired to follow the crowd Comet stuck to her reasoning. They were under a control much like she was in the real world. They had no choice and were unfairly influenced. Deep, deep down she hoped the Caenis had good intentions in the future overall regardless of what went on during the invasion. The sun dipped in the horizon, followed by fading skies replaced with a blackness and glimmering stars to paint it. The atmosphere of Adecus' forests tended to become ominous when in its wilds with hardly anyone around. She stuck to the far more wild side of the terrain due to being much more familiar with its clustered trees and roaming creatures and the misty fog that would settle low to the ground. The area provided comfort for Comet rather than create a fear that many other players were known experience while traversing the large forest at night. Though being wary by default had the pink-haired woman's attention hardly at ease and fingers skimming the length of her trusty bow. Nearing the edges of the wild, opening up into a far-stretching clearing, the sound of footsteps nearby had the archer turning her head with a shocking speed to catch who'd made the noise. Her heart pounded out of an unknown, unusual fear able to tug at her nerves. All she'd been able to make out before recognition could catch up consisted of a purple hue that mixed with the darkness of the surroundings, giving off an aura that spread unease throughout Comet's body. "Er... Is someone there? I'm friendly-" she raised her brows, voice deep and croaking in near-futile attempts to remove all signs of anxiety from its tone. "and just heading home for the night." a nervous laugh may have outright said otherwise but it was brushed off thin shoulders out of a greater concern for the stranger's presence to be revealed. @Vivian Cruz
"I am not!" The voice heard was though spoken to the mind not the ears. The witch, Vivian, was going to pay back this woman ten fold for the words she carried at the torture session. To be called a child, and now walking the very woods to which she found sanctuary. Vivian used her dark magic to twist Comet's thoughts. Her words would trickle into the ear as if a madman heard ramblings inside his head. "I'm coming to get you!" "Watch your step!""A little far from home, deary." "Come closer, I got something for you" "Where are you going? The fun is about to begin.." Left and right, all around these words carried the sultry poison of the witch. Dark passing fog would move like a breeze through the woods causing mental mayhem upon the woman. She had already been feeling anxious, this new voice in her heard and the dark shadow moving to disorient her mind was coupled with Vivian's toxic magic. But the voices would subside leaving the pink haired girl alone once more. But not before rolling more words off her tongue in secret. Comet was alone, she felt alone, would be alone. Shifting clouds over head, stars vibrant and flickering until there was a pulsating rhythm. Like a war drum beating in the chest, Vivian' form began to appear. The witch hat first, then her revealing outfit, then the violet eyes that flickered. Malevolence was surging through her finger tips, hair lifted off her shoulders. Then the perfume in the air. It was nothing twisted or rotting, it gave off a gentle alluring scent but it was meshed and twisted with her malefimancy. Upon sandals she walked towards the pink haired doll, her hand on her bow. Vivian's sway was hypnotizing as well as she moved to 'greet her' yet why would Comet not run or fire an arrow? Sh had time, more than enough. But those eyes, that flickering and vile smile. Was she entranced and dre Vivian to make the first move? Her voice was like honey, not disrespecting or intent on damning her. Her skull choker bobbed over her neck, a hand reached out and the scent of her perfume got stronger. "Have you come to hunt me, girl? Or are you looking for a continuation of before? With my hand on your thigh, or around your neck squeezing the life out of your body?" The last part a little more forced from her teeth as if some anger stirred her. Vivian stroked Comet's thigh with her soft hand, grazing it with her finger nails as she looked into the pinkette's eyes. "So pretty if not so innocent. I have half a mind to rot your brain and delight in your flesh. But you have not earned that pleasure from me. But I don't hold grudges...what are you doing out here anyway?" Her hand released from the girl's thigh before it snaked higher up her leg, making room between the two.
Unfortunately, deciding whether or not Vivian was a threat or not proved to be a difficult choice. In the prison she had Comet wanting to flee from her hypnotic, mental grasp that left her breathless and with a churning gut. Now, in the area she called home, the purple locks and figure to be envious of weren't expected. At least a peace approached hadn't been expected. With the ability to bend will, place curses, and speak words that emitted toxins yet sounded ever-so sweet; Vivian certainly had the open chance to completely ruin the young woman now trembling much more than usual. The tingling returned from the thought of a poisonous hand tracing her small thigh. It trained her brain to love who she should resent for such impulsive and disgusting actions against innocent men and women. The heart also decided to turn around and rob Comet of her reasonable opinions by pacing quicker by the minute. Between the two women a tension clearly tightened the atmosphere around them as if they were touching forehead-to-forehead in a ferocious, mental battle. For the moment the pink-haired woman felt grateful for her quick wits in comparison to how, on occasion, she would berate herself for what traits made her who she was. "I'm not looking for you. Anyone else out here would be a better choice than a witch who can't control herself," she spat, perhaps with a sense of disapproval though it failed to make itself known, before attempting to nudge away from the close proximity that heated her cheeks and insides alike. Vivian confused the poor Archer who fingered her bow as if meaning to try something but doing absolutely nothing all the while. Still, the turn of the head signified how she now felt towards the witch who seemed to be able to take over her senses without much effort. An intoxicating presence gave Vivian the upper-hand to a people-pleaser like Comet. "I was heading home, actually. Well not home but... a place to rest for the night. It various," she fiddled her thumbs, head bowed and emerald eyes downcast, voice monotone as if the conversation and situation and the feelings dwelling within her gut were completely normal. "Are you lost or did follow me?" a small, sudden smirk pulled her lips but not like the puppet controlled by strings her expressions could often identify as. In contrast to these sincere movements her body followed along to Vivian's gentle, yet cold touch.
"Can't control myself? What gave you that impression? I for one, can control all of myself. I am even controlling myself now not to split your fuckin' skull wide open with magic! See? Control. Restraint. I got it all!" The woman's flowery language came in a quick and precise sentence. Her azure eyes scanned over the other human she had known a few times, looking her directly into those eyes to see if she made her any more uncomfortable just by proximity of one another. The witch laughed at Comet's comment about looking for a place to rest for the night, not exactly calling it home or going to said place. The woman lifted a hand over her mouth, her eyes squinting as she smoothed the long tresses of purple from her eyes, as if parting a veil. Though the smirk remained, Vivian danced around Comet's body, not provoking her to be squirmish near her, but doing a bang up job of keeping her on her toes. The dark Witch chuckled lightly and shook her head, "I don't follow people. I go where I please and for the time being I am pleased with being here. Now. I also do not get lost. I am where I need to be and where I want to go and I am there when I feel like it, do you understand?" Vivian said, her words were all twisted and cryptic like a gorgons knot of riddles. Placing a hand on Comet's shoulder, "Oh my. You are so tense still. I already said I am not gonna hurt you. Boy, you make all the cutest squirming motions when I am around. Where is all that fire and spit you showed earlier?" Her fingers moved along Comet's shoulder before falling off to her side as she swung her body around. "So...you are looking for a place to rest, huh? I don't suppose you'd enjoy an evening with me then, huh? We might have got off on the wrong foot. But I can forgive your childish acts just this once. I am a good woman after all. Even if I did just threaten to split your skull. BUT! That is besides the point, right?" Vivian shifted her weight on one foot and brought her hands up under her chest to fold them lightly. She knew very much so Comet would not be willing to go anywhere close to where Vivian is, or her tent for that matter? But what if she didn't have much a choice? Her dark magic could drain some of her survival bars... Vivian's eyes shadowed by her hair as the mauve lips turned and twisted into a smile. It could work...she would just have to be subtle about it. Summoning power to her finger tips, Vivian moved towards Comet once more and giggled. Her hand traced over the feminine arms of the woman and allowed her magic to seep, "You do look pretty tired. Are you sure I can't tempt you to come with me tonight? I can keep your body safe and warm~" all the while, her magic attempted to screw through her defenses to drain her meter so she would have her guard let down. If the woman got too tired, she might be in danger~.
With an equal intensity Comet held Vivian's gaze without moving. Sure, the close proximity both annoyed and tempted her but she remained still as a rock to prove herself as a woman against the purple-haired witch. The tone of voice hadn't served as much backbone for the statement given, honestly. Vivian seemed angry enough to snap at any moment. Control hardly seemed in her forte, but nothing had happened yet to the one defying such a power-hungry woman so... most likely their views contrasted far too much to compare. Shaking her head slowly, all the while visibly unconvinced, emerald eyes fixed themselves onto the envious figure out of caution; leaving Vivian to her own devices seemed far too dangerous an action. Turning a bit to keep up with the witch's pace Comet sighed. The laugh poison to her ears. A form of the worse mockery after teasing words. The Archer clenched her fists but did nothing to stop what she - deep down and never to be shown or admitted - felt was an interesting situation with quite the compelling woman. "I haven't been given many chances to speak. Doesn't seem fair to judge me for holding my tongue because you can't do the same," she rolled her eyes, but smirked as well. It'd been an insult wrapped in a joke too light-hearted to be taken seriously most likely. She wanted to see how the other woman reacted. Truly, they weren't as fiery as inside the prison, but things were different outside and away from pressing matters. Comet turned into a submissive person trailing away from negative thoughts in order to fit whatever was going on in her environment. Not that Vivian became any less sinister or unstable or annoyingly mischievous. This witch would no longer sit upon the pedestal of idols within her mind. "Nothing could convince me that you're a 'good person', and I usually have better places to be, but if you're willing to apologize to me then a night together could repair what little respect I have for your less-than-diplomatic behavior. There's nothing wrong with an ally," she flipped pink locks over a shoulder and spoke in a challenging, deep voice as if daring Vivian to try to make a move. Straight to the point Comet decided the game being played could go on even if a bit more serious than before. However, one thing Comet didn't consider was the fact that the request wasn't as much of a joke as thought. The purple-haired witch worked an unknown magic on her that would mix with her sensitive trail of thought. Already Comet felt tired and a bit helpless... Vivian stirred up gut-wrenching anxieties. "I hope you don't think you're gonna get anything out of this," she rubbed at tired, black-bagged eyes and frowned. "I just want you to be on my side. Not necessarily as a friend." some truth hung onto the latter words. A truth ignored and resented and swatted away whenever it knocked.
Bubbly laughter escaped her mauve lips. Her tongue flat against the lush and tender flesh as her split tongue rolled across them. Her eyes were sharp on the female, her nail flicked across the woman's shoulder and then she would not do anything but watch and look on as the pinkette now summed up her courage and spoke in a tone befitting of her stature. Clicking her tongue lightly against her mouth, the Dark Witch shook her head. "Being good and bad are a matter of perspective, Love. Not only is the world meant to be in greys, but people as well. They hark on creeds and ideals yet their enemies do the same." She said with a flick of her wrist, common gestures of her hands as she spoke. Vivian almost laughed at the proposal of her apologizing, "And what would I have to apologize for? Doing my job? I am not gonna apologize to torturing beasts, Girl. I have no intention of bowing my head and asking for forgiveness for my actions. If you want me down on my hands and knees you are gonna have to force it upon me!" She said with a pointed finger, her tone not angry but more demanding as if to challenge back those emerald eyes that now sagged to stay in contact with the azure spirals within Vivian's. The Dark Witch curled her lips once more, the sharpness of her smile widening as Comet rubbed her tired eyes, "You want me as an ally you say? Interesting prospect." The woman mused, folding one arm under her busty chest perking her breasts up while the other hand traced her chin in thought of the woman's request. She could tell that her magic might be eating away at the tired female. If she could exhaust her mind, then her body would soon follow. "As a person seeking a request to one's ally, what would I gain from this? Surely, I know next to little about your skills...That is if you actually have any." That mocking laugh rung from her chest where her azure gaze danced along the shapeful body of the girl. "Of course, I am sure we can come to an agreement or terms of service. If you wish my aid...what will I get in return? To be honest, I would love a night with that fresh body of yours. To sink my nails into that nice round ass of yours, my mouth against yours...Perhaps even an exchange of some pleasure. Or..." Vivian snapped her fingers, her lustful speech ending with wide eyes and a open smile. "Or you can be at my side. All you would have to do is get on bended knee and pledge your fealty to me and my future. After all, a future Queen will need subjects."
The laugh irked Comet who remembered how the innocent were tortured by Vivian's heinous acts on them. If not for being consumed by tiredness, and her idea of making "friends" with the witch, she'd attack without any sort of remorse. But she was better than that, right? Comet questioned her beliefs. Sure, everyone should be viewed without blacks or white defining them but... she had trouble seeing Vivian's ways as anything but immoral. Wrong. The flawed, judgmental part of the pink-haired woman had been sparked by standing by. Forced to watch as evilness beat out diplomacy. The right way, and only way she would allow. Next time, she promised herself, no one would get by with actively being racist towards the helpless. For now, however, she felt trapped by the witch's presence. By such grace and beauty yet crude, inappropriate behavior taken in all at once. As if this woman with an ominous aura could be the only one to escape Comet's justice. Her rational trail of thought. "I feel like anyone would see that as bad," she growled from behind clenched teeth. Crossed arms tightened as tension grew once more. All the while, she could feel herself slipping from reality. Extremely exhausted all the way to the depths of her protected soul. Vivian had the ability to penetrate. Control. It was frightening, and very compelling. Comet desired something more, but wasn't completely sure of what. "Now is not the time or place to fight. That's childish. We can talk. You seem good at that, at least," the young woman focused on the witch's eyes. Serious with but a hint of tease sparkling within her black-bagged eyes. Though the action proved to be more difficult than before. As if simply standing there made her too tired to continue opposing such a strong, independent force. Her mind weakened, and alongside it her anger as well, for now all that remained was knowing. Knowing Vivian was there and likely an evil person and yet so effortlessly captivating. "I have enough skill to get by. There's nothing I need to prove to you," she stated defiantly though rather systematically as if a practiced defense rather than passionate response. "I'm already in high places with nobles. Or at least I will be sometime soon since I've done a lot of impressive work... Probably..." insecurity seeped through the last statement. Comet truly made herself vulnerable. Seemed a bit pathetic, even. "That's not what I-" she shook her head violently. Both staving of drowsiness and attempting to visibly go against Vivian. "I didn't mean that. It's completely friendly. I-" pausing once more, the young woman became flustered due to the tingling sensation that enveloped her small body. "I'd die before becoming a subject! A night together is- I just wouldn't be able to serve you. I'm sorry?" she questioned why the apology had been brought up but decided against taking it back. Something felt right about giving Vivian this side of her. Soft and sensitive. Perhaps she truly wanted the more lewd side of the night to actually happen, and meant to persuade the witch to be generous somehow. But in no way would Comet pledge allegiance - even if in an odd state of being - to Vivian. The thought disgusted her. Jerked her half-awake. "Not like you'd be able to get anywhere."
