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<span style="font-size: 18px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">IDRIS ADELINA BELLUCCI</span></b></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 12px">Ability | Elemental Recomposition<br/>
Location | Operations Room<br/>
Mentioning | Emmy | Terry | Everyone Indirectly</span></span>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">The anticipation in the air was palpable, a thickness that seemed to make it harder for Idris to breath. Due to her nature and her power, she could feel the Energy in the room. At it's core, Elemental powers were sometimes restricted to just Earth, Air, Fire, and Water as Mother had once explained to her, but Idris was a phenomenon. Due to her age, her tenacity, and Mother's guidance, she had opened herself to ten elements thus far in her life, Energy being among them. And it was Energy she felt, swirling amongst the room. It was a familiar and foreign feeling all at once. Familiar in the sense that any time The Nine were present together, the Energy in the air was... astonishing. So many different abilities, each one of them unique, swirling around their carriers like protective cloaks - signatures of Energy that merged together to create something more. In the chair she sat in, Idris had to close her eyes as Emmy spoke, to get a grip on the buzzing sensation that seemed to wash through her. At times, against her will, her powers would accumulate when Energy was present, likely to seek out new sources of Creation. Though, the longer she sat, the longer Emmy spoke and Idris' mind became open, the more drawn she felt to The Matrix itself, to the completely unique and unobtainable elements that flowed within it. <br/>
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Her eyes opened when the Restricted dossier was presented, when the holographic image of the dossier's contents was displayed. In silence, she read, her eyes moving to and from as she soaked in the knowledge, the information, the words of a woman long lost to them. The Other. As soon as the word was mentioned in the writings, Idris was struck with a profound sense of Darkness. Not the inky black feeling she sometimes got when in a fit of rage, no... The <i>element</i> of Darkness, one of the ten she possessed. Her vision swam, her head became light, her heartrate increased... <br/>
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Suddenly, Idris felt the need to stand. As Emmy began speaking, throwing out questions for all of them to answer just as Mother would have, Idris began to pace. She walked around the room, a troubled expression on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. What exactly was The Other? Why did it seem such a familiar term, such a... simple term? Her mind swirled, her intellect gathered, her military mind and roots took place. As she stood there pacing among them, her eyes passed over each and every face in attendance, landing on Emmy last.<br/>
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<i>To lance the head of the dragon after it spews its flames, is lunacy.</i><br/>
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"First and foremost..." Idris began, her thick accented voice full of mixed emotions, even as she remained poised in appearance, save for her pacing. "I am not going anywhere. I am staying right here among The Cabal, right here with you. I should... I should have <i>never</i> left and whatever excuses I have - whatever excuses <i>we all </i>have - is going to have to be filed under "Conversations for Another Day."" She declared, dark eyes meeting Emmy's with a bit of firmness in their depths, with a bit of anger and confusion and conviction. To be angry at Emmy for opening the dossier was foolish. Of course, the girl should have left things alone. She should have went about her life like the rest of them had, but then again that in itself was unfair wasn't it? Emmy had been just a child, just a youngling when she'd stumbled upon Mother's body. And then, the family meant to support her had simply vanished - disbanded without any true regard for Emmy, even if they all claimed they had thought of her. What angered Idris, however, was the fact that it all could have been avoided if they'd just stayed with the girl. She'd never had the chance to stick her nose into redacted files and secret information had they not left her to her own devices. No one was to blame... except for them all. <br/>
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She'd been so caught up in Mother's passing, so caught up in unleashing Hell on whomever responsible, that Idris had done exactly the opposite of what Mother had always wished for her to do - <i>to be there</i> for those who needed her, whether they admitted it or not. And as Mother's words about dragons and The Other and The Matrix swirled around her mind, she came to a stop at the front of the room. It wasn't Emmy she addressed next though, but Terry instead. <br/>
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"I believe The Other is one of us." She said simply, shrugging her shoulders as her dark eyes moved from Terry to the rest of the room. "Of course, not one of The Nine, but... a being altered on the same night as us all, a being altered by The Matrix. I could be very far from the truth indeed, but..." As her eyes wandered back to the Restricted dossier that had began to be passed around, a dark and eerie feeling settled over her, as if Death was coming for them all. <br/>
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"Perhaps The Other is a being such as ourselves, altered by The Matrix, but given... darker abilities that perhaps warped their mind. Or it could be something else altogether. In historical context, Dragons are either good or bad, but not wholly one or the other. If The Other is a being, once good and human at its core, but warped and twisted by the abilities they were granted, then the connection between the speaking of dragons and The Other would make sense." Idris finished, though her eyes wandered to the floor, to her white heels </span>