Quiet, filled with angst, Crescent was concerning<b>herself</b>.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You're.. a problem! You're <b>the</b> problem!" <span style="color: #808080">Crest paced back-and-forth on her feet now, keeping the attention on Alex the entire time. Her hands would roam up to her head as she grunted and pouted, pacing as she would continue to yell, <span style="color: #a64dff">"<b>You can't be!</b> You can't be a problem, you.. You need to <b>go!!</b>"</span> Crest would take in a deep breath and tuck in, holding her head in her lap as she collapsed onto her knees. Silence, struggling to breath, Crest would attempt to listen to Alex's voice -- but she <b>couldn't.</b> Why couldn't she? What was going on in her head? Was she <i>mental</i>? Was the void taking over?</span><br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"They- they, you said, <b>you</b> said it could be controlled! <b>You're a liar!</b>" </span>Crest would start banging her hands on the dirt,<span style="color: #a64dff">"This was a trap! I shouldn't, I... won't, I... <b>can't</b>!..." </span><br/><span style="color: #808080">It was a losing battle. Clearly referring to some other figure -- perhaps Alleria? -- or else Crescent wasn't making much sense. After continued groans, seemingly desperate cries, Crescent would begin to roll a bit on her legs and sides. Alex stepped closer hesitantly, until a loud <span style="color: #a64dff"><i>*~SHRIIIIIIIIIEK!*</i></span> in a dramatic uproar, Crescent panting as she rose to her feet and set her eyes on Alex.</span><br/><span style="color: #808080">Crescent was quiet. Silent. Still. Not moving a muscle during an intense stare-down. What was happening? What... snapped? Did the Void take over? Crescent rose her hand and pointed a finger, outward at Alex, a gritted-teeth grimace growing across her face.<br/>
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<span style="color: #a64dff">"You need to be dealt with..."<span style="color: #808080"> trailed out of Crescent's lips, charging immediately towards Alex and grabbing her by her throat and arms. She <b>shoved</b> Alex, the two gasping, grunting, fighting to take control. </span></span><br/>
<span style="color: #a64dff"><span style="color: #808080"><span style="color: #4d4dff"><span style="font-size: 18px">"S-STOP! CRRES..."<span style="color: #808080"> <span style="font-size: 15px">Alex would attempt to call out, being suffocated by Crescent's firm grasp on her throat. Crescent would push her out into the hot void-made sauna, their legs <b>almost</b> burning from the intense heat, some sizzling taking to the wind as they entered. Crest trekked out to just past knee-high-depth, grabbing Alex's clothes, ripping off her dress in one fell swoop. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br/>
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<span style="color: #a64dff"><span style="color: #808080"><span style="color: #4d4dff"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-size: 15px">She shoved Alex down to knock her off balance as she started to tighten the dress she had just ripped in both of her hands -- she was going to choke her? Drown her? <i>Both?</i> What in the <b>hell</b> got a hold of Crescent?</span></span></span></span></span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: #a64dff"><span style="font-size: 15px">"You're a problem, you've always been a <b>problem</b>. You've always doubted, you've always <b>belittled</b> me, and I won't take it anymore!" <span style="color: #808080">Crescent would yell out, charging Alex as she stoop back up and attempting to muffle her screams with more choking, wrapping the dress around Alex's neck without good positioning and holding her close, mere inches from her face as her luminescent, purple eyes lit up Alex's face -- and Alex's blue eyes lighting up Crescent's face. </span></span></span></span><br/>
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<span style="color: #4d4dff"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Cres... Sent.." <span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-size: 15px">Alex Muttered, causing Crescent to stop in her tracks. </span></span></span></span><br/>
<span style="color: #4d4dff"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-size: 15px">Alex pawed at Crescent's figure, grasping Crescent's breast and side -- just about anything she could reach while in the water -- and Crescent's eyes bulged. She started to let loose of her grip, and the dress allowed Alex to <b>gasp</b> a gaping breath as it happened. Out of fear, Alex didn't move a muscle. She kept her hands and legs where they were, in a luke-warm water with tears just about rolling down her cheeks, each of their intense breaths breezing across their faces. </span></span></span></span><br/>
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<span style="color: #4d4dff"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-size: 15px">...What happened? What was going through Crescent's mind right now?</span></span></span></span><br/>
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<span style="color: #4d4dff"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: #808080"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #a64dff">"You.. don't... Need to die. I just need to... <b>control</b> you..."<span style="color: #808080"> Crescent would say in a sudden realization, dropping the dress in the water as she placed her bare hands on each side of Alex's face. Their stare intense, the feeling of dread lifting, though the tension still existing...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>