[Luckily for Kaiserin, Thistle jumped back a bit, enough to dislodge the knife. this is NOT GOING AS PLANNED, goddammit nerf]
[He doesn't even move to attempt to avoid the whip. It strikes his arm, tearing his sleeve and the skin beneath. He shudders, and the wounds ooze - but not blood. More black bile trickles out of the slashes on his forearm, dripping down his fingertips. The overwhelming pressure of the Darkuness is probably giving everyone a slight sinking feeling of despair, and his blood might start dampening her Light magic.
Tempest, however, doesn't seem to notice. He just tilts his head slightly, looking at Kaiserin with an inexplicable grief.]
Ｗｈａｔ ｄｉｄ ｈｅ ｄｏ ｔｏ ｙｏｕ...?
[SOMETHING'll tell her he's referring to the. uh. most despair-inducing thing that's happened to her recently. cOUGH]
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[He doesn't even move to attempt to avoid the whip. It strikes his arm, tearing his sleeve and the skin beneath. He shudders, and the wounds ooze - but not blood. More black bile trickles out of the slashes on his forearm, dripping down his fingertips. The overwhelming pressure of the Darkuness is probably giving everyone a slight sinking feeling of despair, and his blood might start dampening her Light magic.
Tempest, however, doesn't seem to notice. He just tilts his head slightly, looking at Kaiserin with an inexplicable grief.]
Ｗｈａｔ ｄｉｄ ｈｅ ｄｏ ｔｏ ｙｏｕ...?
[SOMETHING'll tell her he's referring to the. uh. most despair-inducing thing that's happened to her recently. cOUGH]