User blog comment:Prof. Draco/RP/ Cursed be he.../@comment-1674153-20130605003430

(Since when did I become in charge of Tyler? But if you insist...)

The second Von Dichi got a far enough distance away, she did her best to groan as silently as possible - she was not expecting that bomb in the slightest, and it did put her plan off track...a lot. But there would be no time for griping (much) - survival depended on it.

She took a deep breath, and started to make her way towards her next goal.

If they won't help me out of the goodness of their hearts, Gloria thought to herself, a smile working it's way through her pained expression, I'll make them help me out of the fear for their hearts.

CUT SCENE!

Sandy was just where she left him - and as it was, still out of it. Gloria smiled as she watched the chair took it's effect on the young man. The bomb had prevented her from explaining fully to Miss Nola why the throne was affecting Sandy so much; the irony was delicious, really. She got close to the still form and was rewarded by the sight of seeing him slightly tremble.

It's such a pity, Gloria thought as she grabbed a dagger left nearby for just such a purpose, but necessary for this to succeed.

With that, she plunged the dagger into Sandy's arm. Sandy didn't react at all, surprisingly, but instead of blood that flowed from his arm, a light blue radiance began to wrap itself around the blade, then the hilt, and finally it flowed into Von Dichi.

Instantly, her injuries faded away - the skin patched itself, the broken bones stitched themselves back together. Even her face looked decidedly more youthful. She smiled and removed the dagger from Sandy's arm.

Sandy, in contrast, looked sicker - his skin looked almost translucent, his hair had lost its sheen, and he appeared to have lost weight.

"Poor darling," Von Dichi crooned, before laughing and turning away. Grabbing a sledge and a box that she had put next to the throne, Gloria walked a safe distance away. Apparently satsified with the distance between her and Sandy, she climbed aboard the sledge, shooting off like a rocket along ice that appeared between the sledge and ground.