"Allen!" Rhode called, her eyes following him as he was cast aside. His flight almost took her to the wall as well - her hand had been holding tight to his shirt - only the force of the blow ripped the shirt from her grasp.
When he started screaming, the laughter didn't come to her. The delight was there, strong as ever, but more overpowering was the rage that had swept over her. Allen Walker was hers! Causing him pain was a job only she was entitled to! And yet this woman... this non-Noah ghost... throwing him aside like some worthless rag... Rhode wouldn't stand for her toys being abused by anyone but her!
Her head snapped back to the ghost woman, the young Noah now ready to scold this thing for playing with what wasn't hers. The scolding never occurred. Instead, Rhode felt a heaviness encircling her throat, cutting off her words along with her breath. She was raised up, her feet leaving the floor, with the strong, but see-through hand becoming the only support to her small, lifted body.
The tattoo snaked its way around the dark skin at her neck, but went unnoticed by the small Noah. Pain was much easier to focus on. Fresh sorrow and hatred and loathing, it was a pain that made Rhode's senses tingle more with excitement than anything else. Yes, this was Rhode's "brand" of pain, and her "method" of torture as well. Odd that she would be on the receiving end of such a pleasure. The experience was definitely unique. And yet... these were not her abilities. No. The ghost woman was pulling this. Letting Rhode not only see but feel her deepest torments. How generous of her. The full powered Rhode would have found this out on her own, but being shown while suppressed was kind indeed.
The delight of the pain now clashed with her burning anger. This time Rhode was upset at herself. Even if she could somehow get a hold of her abilities once again, this ghost woman wouldn't be possible to break. She was already shattered and angry at the world. Shattered as Rhode would have shattered Allen's friends when they got to the top of the Ark. This was one woman she would never be able to laugh at for breaking. Not that she could have with the transparent hand clutching her throat.
"Let... go...!" Rhode hissed as best she could manage, moving her hands up to try and force the ghostly hand away.
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When he started screaming, the laughter didn't come to her. The delight was there, strong as ever, but more overpowering was the rage that had swept over her. Allen Walker was hers! Causing him pain was a job only she was entitled to! And yet this woman... this non-Noah ghost... throwing him aside like some worthless rag... Rhode wouldn't stand for her toys being abused by anyone but her!
Her head snapped back to the ghost woman, the young Noah now ready to scold this thing for playing with what wasn't hers. The scolding never occurred. Instead, Rhode felt a heaviness encircling her throat, cutting off her words along with her breath. She was raised up, her feet leaving the floor, with the strong, but see-through hand becoming the only support to her small, lifted body.
The tattoo snaked its way around the dark skin at her neck, but went unnoticed by the small Noah. Pain was much easier to focus on. Fresh sorrow and hatred and loathing, it was a pain that made Rhode's senses tingle more with excitement than anything else. Yes, this was Rhode's "brand" of pain, and her "method" of torture as well. Odd that she would be on the receiving end of such a pleasure. The experience was definitely unique. And yet... these were not her abilities. No. The ghost woman was pulling this. Letting Rhode not only see but feel her deepest torments. How generous of her. The full powered Rhode would have found this out on her own, but being shown while suppressed was kind indeed.
The delight of the pain now clashed with her burning anger. This time Rhode was upset at herself. Even if she could somehow get a hold of her abilities once again, this ghost woman wouldn't be possible to break. She was already shattered and angry at the world. Shattered as Rhode would have shattered Allen's friends when they got to the top of the Ark. This was one woman she would never be able to laugh at for breaking. Not that she could have with the transparent hand clutching her throat.
"Let... go...!" Rhode hissed as best she could manage, moving her hands up to try and force the ghostly hand away.