Alissa could not help but notice the taxi driver seemed very eager to get rid of her. (maybe because she had started reciting Latin scripture to keep her mind occupied?) Her bag haven't even touched the ground yet when the car sped off. Alissa stood there just staring at the gate.<br/><br/>"You shouldn't have come, why are you here? You miss them don't you?..... No. I don't know them, I thought I did, but family don't do what they did. What leave? You left first. I know, that's not what I meant. Then what did you mean? "<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/d650dd4919d833c8a0057610f447f480-jpg.135859/" title="d650dd4919d833c8a0057610f447f480.jpg">
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</div><br/>She looked down towards her bags then the long driveway. Not happening. She relaxed slightly, letting her soul feel out the others. It sent a literal shiver down her spine, it felt odd feeling them again. She remember when mother explained it to her<br/><br/><i>"Allisa child, your gift is truly something wonderful. But don't use it on your siblings unless the situation is dire. In fact, don't use it unless it is to help." A young Alissa stared up at her, looking confused. "Is my gift bad?" "No dear one! But unlike your siblings gifts, yours are in the mind. Wounds on the body can always heal, your mind is more fragile." Mother stroked her hair with a smile "Alissa, you can take away free will, that is a tremendous responsibility for such a young child. Why don't you practice on me instead?" </i><br/><br/>Mother never let her practice on her siblings, but usually only on herself or animals. But she did it once or twice anyway. You could cast her out of course, but it took time and know how. It was every bit as unpleasant getting cast out as someone tipping a chair from under you, so she usually tried to be fast.<br/><br/>Everyone had a kind of signature, so she knew right were to go. It's only fair, she invaded her personal space first.<br/><br/>It felt everybit as odd and uncomfortable taking control as it was losing it (she assumed ) She supposed Emmy was talking to someone, but she simply stopped and turned, following the path to where she felt his signature. She stopped just short of him, he looked..... disheveled? She could barely get a message out before Emmy managed to cast her out.<br/><br/>She came back to herself grasping the gate to keep upright. "Hey! Alissa!" she looked up slowly, only to lock eyes with Kenji on a bike. She just stared at him, unsure what to do. What did he expect from her? A hug? Reminiscening about all the time they played together? They never really did, did they? He was one of Addy's deciples. So she just lifted her hand in greeting before dusting her skirt.<br/><br/>A few moments later the gate opened again and there he was. Tristan. For a moment neither said anything, just staring at each other. He was going to yell, or maybe just leave, fuck was he going to punch her?! Her new blouse!!<br/><br/>The hug was unexpected, so much so when he grabbed her into a bear hug she let out a squeek and there were suddenly two extra copies of Alissa. They dissappeared as quickly as they appeared however. She didn't return the hug, simply stood there, her arms just hanging at her sides. But if she was being very honest with herself, it felt great, she actually had missed him a lot. But she wasn't going to set herself up for heartache again.<br/><br/>She wanted to say she was sorry, she wanted to say she missed him, she wanted to ask him to never leave her again (ignoring the fact it was her who left.) but instead se said<br/><br/><br/>"Tristan, du machst meine Bluse kaputt"