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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">Ability | Elemental Recomposition<br/>
Location | Leaving Ops Room, following Terry<br/>
Mentioning | Emmy, Terry</span></span>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">The moment between Idris and Emmy had been raw, soul baring. It was uncomfortable for Idris to lay herself so open, especially when she was always classified as cold and poised and even arrogant in her siblings eyes. At times, she considered that perhaps their perception of her being arrogant was just their misunderstanding of how she expressed herself, or her lack thereof. Sometimes, she could see where they were coming from. Idris hadn't always been that way. Once upon a time she had been warm, quick to smile, happy... But she had been just a child and that was long, long before she'd ever been gifted with her second family - The Cabal and The Nine. Yet as Emmy finally lost her control, the volcano of her emotions erupting over the edge, she'd laid herself out in front of Emmy as an offering of her remorse, her guilt. And when Emmy had finally cascaded over the edge, Idris had reacted in the only way she knew how - as Emmy's sister. <br/>
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She'd fallen to her knees in front of the girl, her slender hands reaching up to grasp her face, forcing her eyes to connect with Idris' own. She felt the Energy first, white hot and searing to her, but warm and enveloping to Emmy. The Energy flowed from Idris' hands, directly into the sister she so adored. As her eyes began to glow the angelic hue, her hands along with it, she grasped on to the element of Life, pushing it forward to intertwine with the Energy, the re-composition taking hold as Life and Energy merged into one - the soul shocking feeling of Vitality coursing between them. Sometimes, the strength of her powers surprised even her, but when her emotions were so high, everything was... amplified. Especially so near to The Matrix itself. She began cooing to Emmy in Italian, assuring her darling girl that she'd never leave her again. <br/>
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And then, just as quickly as it had happened, it was over. Idris was left on her knees, watching with now normal, deep brown eyes as Emmy proclaimed that she needed air and breezed out of the Operations Room altogether. Idris' head hung forward as she closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. She straightened, sliding back into her chair just as another presence entered the Operations Room. As she lifted her eyes, connecting with the deep ocean depths of Terry's own, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over her. <i>Terry</i>. Her escape, her <i>refuge</i>. As Terry mentioned food, Idris' stomach growled gently, as if on cue. The woman gave a soft smile, biting her plush lower lip as she struggled to regain her refined composure.<br/>
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"Progress? Perhaps. Soul baring? Not my specialty, of course, but... maybe it will do me some good." Idris chuckled softly, her voice low and gentle in a tired fashion that mirrored Terry's own emotional fatigue. Though as Terry mentioned needing to talk, a sudden sense of butterflies filled Idris' belly, despite the previous circumstances. Good, she wanted to talk as well. She just didn't know... how. <br/>
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She opened her mouth to make a light hearted quip about needing to talk as well, but suddenly Terry's hand lifted, gently caressing against Idris' cheek. Her lips parted slightly as she stared up at Terry with stunned, emotional eyes that still seemed to sparkle slightly with barely contained tears. A sudden pink blush began to creep onto her cheeks as Terry turned and walked away. Biting her lower lip once more, Idris did her best to contain her smile as she stood. She'd follow that woman wherever she wanted to go, she was sure of it. So she trailed along behind her, the buzzing of Vitality still coursing through her veins. <br/>
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"Upstairs it is, then." Idris murmured as she followed behind Terry, signifying to the other that she was following. </span>