<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Layla, other new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Attemptiong to prove a point</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Diah stifled a small sigh at Layla's "whip" comment, though she didn't particularly bother to hide that she<em>was</em>stifling a sigh. She looked up at Layla with a somewhat deadpan expression and said, in a somewhat weary voice: "Whips. Really. I know you've just arrived and haven't had a lot of information about this place, but I think you may be missing a couple of points here."<br/><br/>Still holding onto the bigger woman's hand, the Quyllian made a half-turn in order to get a better look at her -- holding up a small, purple hand, she raised one finger. "For<em>one</em>thing, this is a<em>prison</em>, and even the higher-ups like Harrin and myself are still prisoners. It's not like there are well-stacked general stores here in the ice, or very many resources apart from what our guards let us have -- and trust me, that's not a lot. We have extremely limited tools at our disposal; and the tools we<em>do</em>have are for mining. Some of them might be used as primitive weapons, it's true, but anything that could even conceivably be used against the guards is forbidden. Even girls with cybernetic implants have them removed before coming here. We don't have any whips, and no convenient way of getting them either."<br/><br/>She raised another finger. "For<em>another</em>thing, whips would be pretty useless with these Smartex suits. Not only does the Smartex keep your body heat in, but it can instantly harden upon impact and withstand a direct hit from a pickaxe. You wouldn't even<em>feel</em>the sting of a whip."<br/><br/>Yet another finger was raised, and now she was holding three fingers up in front of Layla making sure that the woman was looking at them. "And for a<em>third</em>thing..." Her voice grew soft, seductive and sultry. "... we don't need whips to keep people under control. When you've seen Harrin in action, you'll quickly see that she can be intimidating enough without weapons... As for<em>me</em>..."  She moved her fingers downwards, in the hope that Layla would instinctively follow them with her eyes.... because now she moved said fingers to her own orange-yellow eyes, which were starting to glow with a strangely hypnotic light, as she tried to catch and hold Layla's gaze with them.<br/><br/>It was the Quyllian hypnotic gaze; all Quyllians had it to some degree and Diah was very skilled with it -- while it could be resisted (and some species, like the Mrinka, were immune to its effects), it was a pretty common sight to see Diah using it on women who didn't do as they were told. She had used it in Layla's service before, and had in fact used it to kidnap and subdue many helpless innocents so they could be sold as slaves. Now she was turning the gaze on Layla, letting her eyes glow with their mystical light designed to lull others into a deep trance.<br/><br/>"I don't need to be physically intimidating," she purred, her voice dropping low. "Because now you can't look away from my eyes... your will is slipping and weakening.... completely helpless in my power, your thoughts and your will are mine."<br/><br/>