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The Rooftops of Fandom; After Dark, Saturday Night.

Rizelle felt she had spent enough time being precautious and scoping the town out. This will do. This will do just fine. She just had to find a handful of potential victims to help her with her plan, and that insipid little girl would be hers once and for all. She'd deliver to Master Aion; he'd remember the gesture, and maybe Master Joshua would finally shut the hell up and they could all get on with things as planned...with herself being a little more revered, as she deserved. There were just a few things to do, a few people to control, and a certian purple haired demon to be rid of...

Assuming up her demon form, Rizelle took care to lurk among the shadows of the rooftops as she crawled through the town, trying to find a few minds to feel around for, a few people to claim for her assistance tomorrow.

[[ establishy and NFB, if you please. For the potential puppets to be chosen, and for a particular one to be sent off on her mission; jus' ping 'em in as walking the streets or something ]]

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Nadia was taking a walk. Things to think about and all that, and if she stayed in the dorms, she had a feeling that those things would all boil down to wishing she'd gone off to the gig and just dragged Walter along.

Too late for that now, though. Just like it was too late for her to regret her decision not to take SIDE up on that mission and get out while the going had been good.

Rizelle had crept along the rooftops following this girl with interest; she looked distracted by something, she felt a little overwhelmed with all those sorts of things humans got themselves so concerned about. Perfect. Quickly, she weaved up a thread and, with little more than the barest whistle of wind, whipped it toward the girl, her aim precise and exact so that the tiny spider at the end handed on her shoulder, and quickly scuttled to the nape of her neck.

A faint tickling, little more, enough to make a person want to brush against their neck to get rid of the little bug that had found its way there, but, just as Nadia's hand might be encouraged to move, a sudden thought would invade her to just stop, she felt nothing, and to just stand there for a moment while Rizelle poked around her brain a moment to see what uses she could have.

Nadia's fingers twitched, then she just stood still, looking vaguely off into the distance.

The voice that told her to be still continued in her head. ...Are you familiar with the one they call Chrono? Barely a second passed before it continued firmly. Don't respond verbally; tell me only through your thoughts.

The second part caught Nadia with her mouth just slightly open to answer. It snapped shut.

Yes. The purple haired guy. He and Rosette helped El Professor when I was kidnapped. . . .

Kidnapped. How...appropriate. Rizelle certainly had a sneer on her face in appriciation of the irony.

Good. Listen carefully to what I say, and then do it. Do it well, do it quick.

Clearly and precise, Rizelle weaved the web of her plot to dispose Chrono into Nadia's head, clinging her spider against the girl's neck tighter to compell her into motion.

And then Nadia was running.

If she ever figured out what was going on, she'd be kicking herself, later.

Sam had a lot to think about, trying to process what Dawn had told him about volunteering to help Rikku. So, he went for a walk in town, to trying to clear his head enough to keep from saying anything to Dawn that they would both regret.

Ah, nice thing with little humans, so easily distracted which made it easy for Rizelle to target them and send little spiders their way without them barely even noticing. One landed on Sam's shoulder, quickly sneaking up into the place at the back of his neck, hairy little legs brushing against his skin before etherally diving into his consciousness. Almost as if to test the ability of this potential puppet, Rizelle told him to ignore the feeling at the back of his neck and just remain still.

The feeling at the back of Sam's neck went away almost as quickly as it came, and he stopped walking altogether, just standing still instead.

After spending a good five minutes just getting a feel for the boy, Rizelle was pretty confident in his abilities to serve her purpose, but she had to make sure, right? An urging in the back of his head beckoned Sam to walk forward, precisely ten steps.

Still silent, Sam walked forward, counting out ten steps, and then stopped.

Rizelle grinned. Excellent performance, the spider on the back of his neck sent waves of compliments through his head. Can you do it on one foot now? While reciting the alphabet?

So she had a little bit of a vindictive streak, especially when it came to cute guys. If you knew the crowd she hung around with, you wouldn't blame her.

Whatever the voice was that usually told Sam not to do stupid things, it was quiet now, getting quickly beaten by his desire for more praise. Pulling one leg up, he hopped ten more steps, using the steps as beats while he sang out the alphabet.

There might have been soft laughter in the back of Sam's consciousness, and Rizelle reveled in her own wistful thoughts that she wished Aion could be as easy to control as this. She could have some fun.

But fun was for later, and now was the time for work so, with a purring sort of feeling, she complimented the boy again. You'll be a big help, I can tell. Now, back as you were, until tomorrow. You shall not remember any of this.

Rizelle retracted her spider, drawing the web back into her and slinking deeper into the shadows, leaving Sam with only a slight feeling of displacement and the slightest tingling on his neck.

Sam blinked for a moment and idly scratched at the back of his neck. He must have gotten really lost in his thoughts while he was walking. But, he did feel a little bit better now, and decided that he'd been out long enough to warrant heading back to the dorms.

Naomi was feeling restless and tired of constantly being in her room so she decided to go for a walk.

This one caught Rizelle a bit off guard with those horns. If anything, she had to check her out based on curioisity alone. A well aimed thread left a tickling at the back of Naomi's neck, one she might have felt compelled to investigate, but then the urge was instantly instructed to back off by the spider's master.

Naomi stopped. For about half a second she felt the urge to find out what was going on but before she even knew what was happening the idea to investiage was gone and she didn't think anything of it.

Well, she responded just as easily as any human would so far. Tilting her head slightly, she used the spider to encourage the idea into Naomi's head to find a stone from the street and toss it down the road.

Naomi did just that. As soon as she found the stone that was required she tossed it down the road.

Rizelle nodded in approval and then offered up the suggestion that Naomi haplessly run herself into the wall of the nearest building, to test if the mastery she had over her was able to override any sense of self-preservation that might spark up.

Naomi didn't think twice about the suggestion. She looked at the nearest building and without considering what she was doing she ran straight into the wall.

Rizelle shook her head in sardonic amusement; almost too easy, really. Something in the back of Naomi's head complimented her for her receptiveness and promised to see her again soon. And you're not to recall any of this...

The spider was called back into Rizelle's hand and Naomi's consciousness was recalled back to her head, leaving Naomi feeling displaced, perhaps a little confused, but remembering nothing of what just occured.

Annette thought to go to Leo's party, but she was taking her time, walking slowly and enjoying the evening air. Also, she wasn't too sure she wanted to go to the party without Dick.

So she was pondering these things as she went along, humming softly.

By this point, Rizelle was starting to feel like maybe she was doing these humans something of a favour by flinging spiders at them and making them mindless for a little bit, because it seemed a trend that they all just thought about crap way too much. This one was blonde, too, which, for some reason, made her feel particularly annoyed.

So the spider hitting Annette's shoulder might have been a little painful. But it'd reach her neck and numb her consciousness to Rizelle's whim probably well before she could finish reacting.

The pain hit her shoulder quickly, sharply, but before Annette had a chance to react fully to the sudden how, why, and who - it was gone.

Standing still as she was now, her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to recount what had just happened. Failing miserably in that endeavor, she started walking again, slowly, this time without the added benefit of her humming.

Rizelle was starting to perhaps realize why she didn't feel she'd like this one. Stop that humming. Stop walking all together, in fact, a voice penetrated very convincingly in Annette's mind.

She stopped walking, stopped humming, and just stood still. Staring straight forward, Annette didn't seem to question why she had stopped at all, just that she was supposed to.

Rizelle smirked a little; like a blonde would be that difficult in the first place. Twirling the thread that held Annette lightly with her finger, a musing voice entered Annette's consciousness, suggesting kindly that she turn around, step into the light a little so that she could get a better look at the girl.

...and Annette did just that, without having thought of why. Turning around, she stepped forward into the light of the post lamp so that her facial features were completely illuminated by the break of light at night.

Still kind of wired after the concert, Bridge is walking around in an attempt to burn off the excess energy.

A thread whipped out from Rizelle's hand, landing her spider in the boy's hair, which explained why it took this spider a little longer to get to the right spot on the nape of the neck to start digging its psychic little feelers into him; Rizelle spared no time in ordering him to stop so she could check out another prospect. The more, the better...

For the briefest of moments, Bridge's *own* psychic senses flare to life and attempt to let him know that something weird's going on. It's too late though. He stops in his tracks.

Well, that was certainly...interesting. There was a strange feel to this one, which had Rizelle intrigued, and she pulled a little on the thread attached to Bridge, coaxing him with her control to take a few steps back into some better light.

Bridge obligingly moves back until he's standing closer to a streetlight.

Rizelle's head tilted as she got a better look at him in the light. And then gently suggested to him that he hop on one foot, after which she briefly wondered if she just had a thing with young human males hopping on one foot.

Bridge lifts up his left leg and hops around in place. It just seems like the thing to do.

And now Rizelle sent out the suggestion that he try that with no legs, now. Which she realized was impossible and would probably lead to the boy falling onto the street, but the point was to see how well he could be controlled, right? That included doing stupid shit.

And in mid-hop, Bridge brings up his other leg, which means that approximately half a second later, when gravity did its thing and brought him back down? He literally didn't have a leg to stand on, and hit the pavement with a smack.

Oh, humans. So much fun to play with! Certainly satisfied and almost even getting a good laugh out of it, Rizelle suggested to her puppet that he stand, brush himself off, and she will perhaps play with him again sometime soon. But you shall remember none of this, she told him, and then plucked the spider away from his neck and started bringing it back to her.

Bridge stands up, brushing the dirt and grit from his uniform and gloves before heading back to Xander's apartment.

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