Malice
The White Queen
- Real Name
- Diana
- Missions
- 307
- Ability
- Telepathy, Psi Lightning, Psychic reflection, Psionic Siphoning, Transiamorphic diamond form
Crashing the lunch
:: Diana feigned a look of being "impressed" as Delilah got worked up. Didn't this little girl know who she was dealing with?::
That's right. Be the stupid, short sighted little girl I KNOW you are. Show everyone in this bistro that you're a mutant.
:: Malice said softly as her blue eyes sparkled with a sinister glint::
Why would I do that, when there are sacrificial lambs just waiting to be slaughtered right in front of me?
:: She was waiting for Delilah to do something STUPID. The girl had no emotional intelligence whatsoever and her mental state NOW? It was like leaving honey out for a BEAR to Malice::
:: Diana saw Haleigh TOO. A smirk curved up on her lips as she watched Delilah pathetically try to be protective of her, as if SHE had any power to hide from Diana, the TRUE nature of Haleigh's distress::
:: Diana tilted her head as she continued to stare Delilah down. Again, she briefly pretends to be wounded by Delilah's pathetic display of bravery::
Ooh. So clever.
I suppose all these long nights of wallowing in your own pathetic grief has given you plenty of time to catch up on your favorite movies and find material to add to your rather marginal repertoire.
Speaking of falling houses, that's a fate for most WITCHES isn't it? How ARE your friends, Alison and MORGAN, these days?
:: Delilah said nothing::
Oh yes, that's right, you HATE them. You want to KILL them. You blame THEM for your eternal FAILURE as a woman...a MOTHER. You showed them what I once told you before. You're NO kind of friend, to ANYONE. You can't even take care of YOURSELF.
You know, I always DID enjoy Harbinger and Spellbinder. They never pretended to be anything other than what they were. Whether or not others accepted them was not their problem. Not like you.
What's the matter? Looking for assistance from those two? I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. One only tolerates you out of sympathy for your status as the weak willed mother in mourning; The OTHER would rather spend time on you as a charity case rather than focus on HER OWN glaring needs and deficiecies.
:: The other two ARE noticeably SILENT. Not leaping to Delilah's defense. But what could they say? What would it change? They ALL knew the truth. She looks down at Cameron, smiling to him as a mother would her child::
::He held a special place in Malice's "horror hall". Some victims manage to shine throughout history, like Sharon Tate. Cameron was on that level with Malice. His family had been a feast for her and HE was apparently the main course. Even now, he was shaking, seething, but he knew better. He knew he was no match and he knew what would happen to him if he made a move and wound up in her clutches again. ::
Cameron knows his place. As does Haleigh.
Without me, Haleigh wouldn't even be ALIVE right now...and Cameron? Well...I've more than taught him lessons in humility he won't soon forget. But YOU? You never seem to learn ANYTHING.
So that leaves you were you were the LAST time you crossed swords with me. ALONE.
We've played this game BEFORE little lightengale, and you LOST. You ended up at the bottom of the sea, like the DEAD WEIGHT that you are.
:: She rolls her tongue around her closed mouth as she tries not to laugh out loud in Delilah's face::
But Cameron COULD learn something from you. You see...he's always been a good SCREAMER. So easily broken and so theatrical in his wails of pain. YOU? You're doing a MARVELOUS job of playing the "bad girl". You're showing them all, how BAD you are aren't you? With your self imposed isolation. You're hiding from YOURSELF in your own weak and fragile mind, You're lashing out like a wounded animal against anything and anyone that forces you, for even a MOMENT, to recall the reality of FAILURE THAT IS YOU.
But it's okay, little girl. I know what's wrong with you.
:: now pretending to hold a baby for a moment.::
The empty armed madonna. Mourning the baby that never shouldve been born, but she was too stupid to realize that. Angry at her friends and herself for being INEPT and massively incompetent and now struggling to try to live and find PURPOSE for her worthless existence, knowing the baby is in better hands then she could ever hope to be, trying to reinvent herself as a bad girl when all she'll ever be is a weak, sad, pathetic little lamb...doomed to carry the vivid memories of tragedy and loss..and repeat them time. and. AGAIN.
Be of good cheer, one day you'll accept your place in this world as the eternal failure you always were and now without Morgan and Alison to prop you up, it's just a matter of time before the NEXT time you die, it sticks! The Six will be better off without you. They won't have to struggle with any consideration for the whore and her boyfriend and their life draining baby.
And trust me, Alexia is far better off with Ororo than she ever would have been with a mother like you.
:: Malice smiles widely at Delilah::
MorningStar said:And then the geriatric bitch in question sauntered over to their table. Delilah stood up quickly, knocking her chair backward as she did. Her eyes burned electric green with her power, narrowed in hatred.
:: Diana feigned a look of being "impressed" as Delilah got worked up. Didn't this little girl know who she was dealing with?::
That's right. Be the stupid, short sighted little girl I KNOW you are. Show everyone in this bistro that you're a mutant.
:: Malice said softly as her blue eyes sparkled with a sinister glint::
Delilah said:Delilah picked up the rattle, twirling it in her fingers.
“Don’t you have some kittens to sacrifice, Diana?”
Why would I do that, when there are sacrificial lambs just waiting to be slaughtered right in front of me?
:: She was waiting for Delilah to do something STUPID. The girl had no emotional intelligence whatsoever and her mental state NOW? It was like leaving honey out for a BEAR to Malice::
Delilah said:She pushed her power into her hand and the silver melted, dropping onto the table in a molten heap. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Haleigh, who didn’t look well.
:: Diana saw Haleigh TOO. A smirk curved up on her lips as she watched Delilah pathetically try to be protective of her, as if SHE had any power to hide from Diana, the TRUE nature of Haleigh's distress::
Delilah said:She had no idea what was wrong, but this wasn’t the time to ask. Delilah covered Haleigh’s hand with her own, not taking her eyes off of Malice.
“Be gone, before someone drops a house on you too.”
:: Diana tilted her head as she continued to stare Delilah down. Again, she briefly pretends to be wounded by Delilah's pathetic display of bravery::
Ooh. So clever.
I suppose all these long nights of wallowing in your own pathetic grief has given you plenty of time to catch up on your favorite movies and find material to add to your rather marginal repertoire.
Speaking of falling houses, that's a fate for most WITCHES isn't it? How ARE your friends, Alison and MORGAN, these days?
:: Delilah said nothing::
Oh yes, that's right, you HATE them. You want to KILL them. You blame THEM for your eternal FAILURE as a woman...a MOTHER. You showed them what I once told you before. You're NO kind of friend, to ANYONE. You can't even take care of YOURSELF.
You know, I always DID enjoy Harbinger and Spellbinder. They never pretended to be anything other than what they were. Whether or not others accepted them was not their problem. Not like you.
What's the matter? Looking for assistance from those two? I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. One only tolerates you out of sympathy for your status as the weak willed mother in mourning; The OTHER would rather spend time on you as a charity case rather than focus on HER OWN glaring needs and deficiecies.
:: The other two ARE noticeably SILENT. Not leaping to Delilah's defense. But what could they say? What would it change? They ALL knew the truth. She looks down at Cameron, smiling to him as a mother would her child::
::He held a special place in Malice's "horror hall". Some victims manage to shine throughout history, like Sharon Tate. Cameron was on that level with Malice. His family had been a feast for her and HE was apparently the main course. Even now, he was shaking, seething, but he knew better. He knew he was no match and he knew what would happen to him if he made a move and wound up in her clutches again. ::
Cameron knows his place. As does Haleigh.
Without me, Haleigh wouldn't even be ALIVE right now...and Cameron? Well...I've more than taught him lessons in humility he won't soon forget. But YOU? You never seem to learn ANYTHING.
So that leaves you were you were the LAST time you crossed swords with me. ALONE.
We've played this game BEFORE little lightengale, and you LOST. You ended up at the bottom of the sea, like the DEAD WEIGHT that you are.
:: She rolls her tongue around her closed mouth as she tries not to laugh out loud in Delilah's face::
But Cameron COULD learn something from you. You see...he's always been a good SCREAMER. So easily broken and so theatrical in his wails of pain. YOU? You're doing a MARVELOUS job of playing the "bad girl". You're showing them all, how BAD you are aren't you? With your self imposed isolation. You're hiding from YOURSELF in your own weak and fragile mind, You're lashing out like a wounded animal against anything and anyone that forces you, for even a MOMENT, to recall the reality of FAILURE THAT IS YOU.
But it's okay, little girl. I know what's wrong with you.
:: now pretending to hold a baby for a moment.::
The empty armed madonna. Mourning the baby that never shouldve been born, but she was too stupid to realize that. Angry at her friends and herself for being INEPT and massively incompetent and now struggling to try to live and find PURPOSE for her worthless existence, knowing the baby is in better hands then she could ever hope to be, trying to reinvent herself as a bad girl when all she'll ever be is a weak, sad, pathetic little lamb...doomed to carry the vivid memories of tragedy and loss..and repeat them time. and. AGAIN.
Be of good cheer, one day you'll accept your place in this world as the eternal failure you always were and now without Morgan and Alison to prop you up, it's just a matter of time before the NEXT time you die, it sticks! The Six will be better off without you. They won't have to struggle with any consideration for the whore and her boyfriend and their life draining baby.
And trust me, Alexia is far better off with Ororo than she ever would have been with a mother like you.
:: Malice smiles widely at Delilah::