Whose is the voice ringing in my head? [ota]
Ophelia hadn't been overly concerned with her shift between ages. While her skin had been less pale, her body less defined and her tattoo, scars and quirkiness missing, it had been a chance to be slightly coherent.
Not that she put much stock in coherency. Still, remnants of her sanity lingered; things like her dress, make up, the dull lack of pure insanity in her eyes. Oh, her eyes held that insane glint. But there was understanding behind them. She didn't like that.
Instead of celebrating like most others, Ophelia took the time to sit quietly in the Mess Hall, swaying back and forth, listening to music only she could hear.
Any time someone would walk into the room, she would simply influence or steal some of their emotions. One of the military personnel practically ran from the room crying, while another was so mellow and calm that she thought he might walk into a wall.
Amusing as it was, none of the little sheep had the type of thing she was looking for. She was two minutes away from finding Victor to rile him up and steal some of his anger.
Not that she put much stock in coherency. Still, remnants of her sanity lingered; things like her dress, make up, the dull lack of pure insanity in her eyes. Oh, her eyes held that insane glint. But there was understanding behind them. She didn't like that.
Instead of celebrating like most others, Ophelia took the time to sit quietly in the Mess Hall, swaying back and forth, listening to music only she could hear.
Any time someone would walk into the room, she would simply influence or steal some of their emotions. One of the military personnel practically ran from the room crying, while another was so mellow and calm that she thought he might walk into a wall.
Amusing as it was, none of the little sheep had the type of thing she was looking for. She was two minutes away from finding Victor to rile him up and steal some of his anger.