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<span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><b>IDRIS ADELINA BELLUCCI</b></span></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 | Everyone Indirectly</span></span><br/>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">It seemed that the emotions in the room were too much for many of them. Most seemed content on putting the shop talk to bed for the moment, many headed upstairs to take part in enjoying Terry's food. It was a small comfort that, despite their need to get away from the dossier and The Matrix, everyone had intended to stay. Even Idris herself. In the four years that they had all been separated, it seemed to Idris that their understanding of who and what she was had become warped. She was no longer Yellow to them, the woman who acted a particular way, the woman whose chaotic powers had defended them, just as their powers had defended her. Instead, she was an outcasted sister, the years that they had grown apart from her also filling her void with a disdainful opinion of who and what she was. Then again, weren't they all outcasts in some way? She'd never really gotten any tenderness from any of them, had always been an outcast by nature, but then after so many years away... she didn't feel as if she belonged in the Cabal at all. It would not be a stretch to say that after so many years, only loyalty kept her present. <br/>
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So be it. Hadn't her own father seen her as an outcast? Hadn't her own mother? Truly, it had only been their Mother herself that had seen who Idris was, had understood how to take her words and her ways. Still, she should try to repair things. Of course, only to make things easier on them all. As many filed out of the room, as Chris spoke to Addy about training and Emmy threw her attention back into her work, an overwhelming sense of buzzing power washed over Idris. It was plainly written on her face that her powers were stressing her body, but she didn't quite feel the need to head to the Training Room just yet. Many of her brothers and sisters had yet to speak to her and she had yet to speak to them, but... what was she to say? How could she justify herself when they couldn't justify themselves either? Frowning, Idris walked to the edge of the room, pacing back and forth as she wrangled with the powers within, begging them to give her only a moment of peace. <br/>
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She wanted to speak to Terry, her comfort. Terry had always quelled the storm within Idris' mind by simply being present, a fact that she had never voiced to Terry, but then more than ever she wanted her close. Yet, she had gone upstairs to put distance between herself and The Matrix and was likely already busying herself away with the task of food preparation. The simple thought of food made Idris' stomach roll. She wanted to speak to Addy, but Chris had already called on her to train and quite frankly, training would have been good for Addy right then. She wanted to speak to Emmy, but... what? What could she say? She wanted to speak to Chris, to mend the bridge between them. He'd always had a hard time understanding her and she him, but she admired him more than he knew. She wanted to speak to Alissa and Tristan, to fall into their youth and their passion. She wanted to speak to Kenji, to get to know the man more, to understand him as well, but he was upstairs with Terry. And she wanted to speak with Iris, to ask what she had done all the years away from them all, but the feelings swimming within her were all too much. As she looked up, her eyes landing on Emmy, she thought perhaps she was one of the only ones present who might understand the weight of the indecision and alone and overwhelming pressure that Idris felt. <br/>
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She hesitated before she began walking towards Emmy, her hands clasped before her to keep them from fidgeting. When she got close enough, she grasped an office chair nearby and rolled it towards the girl, taking a seat next to her. <br/>
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"Emmy... Can I speak with you for a moment?" Idris asked softly, her voice a bit more docile than normal, a bit more unsure of herself. She frowned down at her hands before side eyeing her sibling, ready to leave if Emmy so wished for her to. Of course, she wanted to see her old quarters, but she needed to tend to her siblings first. One by one if she needed to. And after Emmy, Addy and Terry were her priority. </span>