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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><span style="font-size: 18px">IDRIS ADELINA BELLUCCI</span></span></b><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 12px">Elemental Recomposition<br/>
Location | Operations Room | Training Room<br/>
Mentioning | Addy</span> </span>​</div><br/>As Idris awaited to hear replies from the other siblings, their input and perhaps how her own might have spurred their minds, the Energy in the room shifted. At first, Idris had done her best to ignore it, to allow her brain to continue processing as she awaited Terry's response and awaited theories from the others, but suddenly her voice being called brought her out of her musings and dark eyes shifted across the room to Addy, the red headed child she'd once known so well. Certainly not a child anymore, but clearly as sharp tongued as ever. In the past, Idris would have appreciated her need to take charge, to reorganize the situation into a more... organized chaos. Yet still, the stress that she felt, the stress that she felt coming off of every single person in attendance, more dominantly Emmy's stress, the flood of Energy was too much for her nerves and the ice in her soul to bear. Of course, Addy was right in her assessment. Perhaps Idris should not have spoke up, perhaps she should have kept her ideas to herself and listened to the others first, but then what would her presence have mattered? Was she not able to answer a direct question, to also answer the sibling who had spoken up first to the questions asked, which was Terry?<br/><br/>As her attention shifted to Addy, her mood darkened slightly. It was a struggle to contain the Electricity she felt within herself, difficult to ignore the Energy of the room, but thankfully she'd kept a grip on things. Idris' own stress did not stem from The Cabal alone. That would have been much too simple. Instead, her stress consisted of The Cabal, the outside world, the horrors she had witnessed overseas and the ever pulsing Matrix within her life, a cataclysm of stress and raw power and anger. She did her best to bite her tongue, to keep her words short and sharp.<br/><br/>"Well my apologies, Adaleigh. I did not realize my input was of such little weight to you. It certainly did not use to be." Idris retorted, her words sharp and minced. Nonetheless, her eyes shifted to the rest of the room, gauging the faces she saw there. It would do not good to allow her anger to cloud the room. She'd only wished to be helpful, to respond to Terry who had spoken first. Yet perhaps Addy had a point - perhaps she should have allowed the room to speak before she did herself, listened to the other eight siblings before she allowed her theory to come to full fruit. Though she would have never voiced that aloud. Instead, she gave Addy a cool smirk. Once upon a time, the two had been close... Their hostility towards one another was a product of both of their designs, their own actions in different ways creating the rifts between them. Maybe they could be mended, maybe they could not. But if Addy felt the need to silence Idris by being angered by her asked for input, then so be it. Turning to the edge of the room, Idris silently took a seat away from the center, in a position that she could clearly see the others. She was not giving in to Addy, but rather would have her peace later with the girl and figure out the real root her anger towards Idris... In private. The once close bond they had long ago shared deserved that much and quite frankly, Idris missed Addy. The real Addy that she had once knew, not the Addy that resented her, not the Addy that she believed in her own mind would have thought her a failure had she not returned to The Cabal without Mother's killer.<br/><br/>Finally, her attention lifted as Chris began the process of taking care of Emmy. Like they all should have. Like Idris should have - just like she should have with Addy and the rest of them. Slumping her head slightly forward in her seat, Chris' attentiveness towards their darling Emmy and the weight of Addy's words washed over her, along with the surging Energy that seemed not to think to back down. She felt the blame, the wrongness for leaving so abruptly, to chase such a stupid and nearly unobtainable fantasy. She should have been there with them. Addy was right, her input was not needed. What was needed is that she be there for Emmy, for Addy, for Terry, Chris, Kenji, Iris, Tristan and Alissa. As Chris exited the room with Emmy, Idris' eyes lifted to Addy once more, a solemn look in her gaze. Perhaps she owed Addy - and the rest of them - an explanation and maybe even ask for their forgiveness in return.