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OOC Information:
Name: Numi
Age: 30 and covered in dust
AIM: Numikins
Y!M: numi.kins
E-MAIL: numi.kins at yahoo dot com
IC Information:
Name: Dancy Flammarion
Fandom: Alabaster: Wolves
Timeline: End of issue 5.
Age: Two months shy of 17.
WARNING: This app contains spoilers for the miniseries. Read at your own risk.
Appearance: The author had the artist for this miniseries model Dancy's appearance after Elle Fanning. Dancy is depicted as slender with a modest build somewhat lacking in feminine curves. She is probably around 5' tall. Dancy was born with oculocutaneous albinism, leaving her with pale skin that surnburns easily, pink-red eyes, and white hair that goes to her shoulders. She is usually seen wearing shabby, plain, simple shirts that may be a bit ratty or torn, and pants that aren't always clean, with big leather hiking/combat boots.
Abilities: Dancy is good with bladed weapons. Her weapon of choice is a large butcher knife, although she proved herself able to manage well enough with a sword from the Confederate War she stole off its owner. Grandma taught her some swamp magic long ago; however, almost nothing is known about said magic or whether Dancy is capable of using it. We only know that she can recognize magic runes used for sealing evil.
Dancy also has recently absorbed an evil magical grimoire into her body. This grimoire is said to be a gospel of gods and demons from before the dawn of creation. It is currently unknown what effect this will have on her, aside from her being able to feel the evil inside her making itself comfortable. In aFac this will remain inaccessible to her until further notice. Characters capable of sensing such things inside her are free to notice!
Personality: Dancy Flammarion is a monster-slaying teenager with a southern drawl who follows the orders of an angel that may or may not be real, carrying out its dirty work, even as it slowly wears away at her with every ordeal and causes her to doubt herself and her faith.
Dancy's encounters with monsters have made her into a legend in the desolate back roads and landscapes of the Deep South. She's got a reputation among the many inhuman creatures inhabiting these dark places as a crazy avenging "right hand of God" who is guided by a seraph, a whackadoodle white trash version of Joan of Arc who kills whoever the seraph tells her to. Dancy disagrees, however, and is quick to deny such claims. She is not a saint. She's not crazy. "What I do, it ain't murder. I do the Lord's work. I go where my angel tells me."
So who is Dancy? Dancy is a girl who has been able to see a seraph since her childhood, the terrifying angel Uriel. She is what happens when a merciless Old Testament angel makes you prioritize slaying monsters over your basic education, and slave-drives you into doing its bidding. The creatures it tells you are evil, you begin to believe are evil. You follow orders to exterminate this evil even when reluctance, resentment, and doubt begin to creep up on you and nip and wear away at your conscience and sanity with needled teeth. Her life has been screwed up beyond belief with a burden she never asked for, and her actions are those of someone always on the lookout for a way out, should one ever pop up. Don't mistake her for someone indecisive, however, or weak. Dancy is a strong, driven girl who follows her beliefs for as long as she feels she can. She has no superpowers or protective armor, no special items or even much divine protection. She survives on her wits and abilities alone, becoming a battle-hardened figure that, insane or otherwise, is tough as nails when she puts her mind to it.
This is not to say that she is invulnerable. She has weaknesses, ones that she ends up being forced to face and overcome. Dancy is already world-weary by the time this story begins, a homeless, family-less, friendless girl with very little left to call her own. On top of that, it is implied that much of her humanity and innocence are gone. Constantly slaying monsters in such gruesome manners is bound to take its toll on anyone's mind. She's questioned her sanity, whether the angel is real, whether monstrosity equates to evil, and whether she herself might also be a monster. Most importantly, having believed that the angel should have been looking out for her, Dancy found herself having difficulty coming to terms with reality when she had a falling out with the seraph only for it to abandon her, leading her to wind up in a den of vengeful creatures that wanted her dead. Maybe the seraph was never looking out for her in the first place. Maybe the lady with tentacles for breasts was right: angels are selfish creatures.
Eventually Dancy came to the conclusion that she should stop letting the seraph use her. Didn't matter whether it was real or all in her head or whatever. She didn't want to do someone else's dirty work anymore. She would instead start following her own path. Her views of right and wrong, of good and evil, had become less clear-cut, and she still had to tackle the issues of personal monstrosity, but she no longer wanted an angel that didn't care about her trying to tell her what to do or how to view others. Maybe some of them were monsters, but that didn't make them evil.
Dancy's religious background is never explicitly explained in the comics, but the author based the character's religious feelings around a "fusion of Catholicism and Protestantism and the wild energy of the Pentecostals," while making it clear that Dancy's God, if He exists, is the Old Testament God, angry and vengeful and not terribly interested in redemption. Dancy occasionally mentions scripture, often passages that seem to justify whatever action she wants to or has just taken. Things like not suffering witches to live, he who is filthy let him be filthy still, etc. There is also one stunning fight scene against a horde of enemies where in her head she sings to herself the lyrics to The Beatles' "Blackbird" (and very briefly a segment of "Amazing Grace" by mistake; whoops! wrong song) with every knife slice she makes.
When interacting with others outside of hostile situations that demand she fend for the safety of her physical well-being, Dancy is clear-cut and to the point, engaging in sharp-edged snark when her conversation partner can't be bothered to be polite. You show her your manners, she'll show you hers, but don't you dare speak to her in a demanding tone. Her speech is peppered with turns of phrase, sentence fragments, and colloquialisms that mark her as a Southerner. Oh, and she becomes somewhat ornery when people blaspheme around her. Doesn't matter if you're her neighbor, a sassy talking blackbird or a werewolf threatening to eat her. She will chastise you for it with a sour look. This doesn't mean she never blasphemes herself, but those instances of hypocrisy are definitely far and few between. Apparently, stumbling across magic runes meant to keep in or out something evil was enough to warrant a "Holy mother of God."
In a nutshell, Dancy is a poorly socialized, morally ambiguous girl who's lost her family and innocence, has no one left, and was led to operate on possibly misguided belief that might very well be her own insanity biting her in the ass. While she usually never lies or cheats, she will go as far as to break her own word and risk her own life in order to protect what few important possessions she still owns as if it were the last bit of evidence of her own humanity. She sometimes gets her ass kicked, as she is only a human armed with a knife, but she always does her best when it comes to self-preservation. She'll rip off someone's ear with her teeth if she has to.
History: Alabaster: Wolves has barely started to scrape the surface at revealing her past. We are told that her folks are dead, probably killed by monsters. There is no one left to love her or for her to love, no place for her to go back to. It is implied that Dancy grew up fairly isolated from society somewhere in the Deep South, like the swampy backwoods of a state like Georgia or Florida. Most likely home-schooled, and what she did have was lacking: her knowledge of "city medicine" can barely fill half a thimble, her grammar is less than stellar, she mistakes French for Spanish, and she could use a few high school level math classes. As mentioned before, the seraph had her prioritize monster slayings over her own education and personal interests.
At some unknown point, Dancy started off on her nomadic travels through the South, passing through Georgia and South Carolina at the very least, to slay the monsters her angel told her to. She usually walked or hitchhiked, often at night to avoid the fiery roasting sun that is any albino's bane of existence, and always carrying with her a large duffel bag and a carving knife. Sometimes an umbrella. She lived frugally, with whatever she could find or take, and took shelter wherever was most convenient. It wouldn't have been abnormal for her to have to eat sparingly and go hungry now and then. The important part is that she survived such harsh living conditions while traveling such dangerous landscapes.
By the time Wolves begins, Dancy has already taken on a number of ordeals. Only a few get mentioned in any amount of detail. The cannibal witches in Savannah. The gas station along a barren highway in the middle of nowhere where a man named Culhwch kept a panther woman caged up as part of a road show. The shitty trailer in Waycross where she endured some joyous little mindfucks at the hands of her enemies, the woman with tentacles for breasts and an unidentified monster who may be the one being referred to when the narrative reveals that she killed a monster who tried to convince her she was one.
And now, Dancy has found herself in a desolate ghost town somewhere in South Carolina, the stage for the story arc featured in this particular miniseries. Here, Dancy met a werewolf named Maisie who had a cigar box full of junk. Junk that belonged to Dancy. It had gone missing during the events in Waycross. One way or another, it somehow found its way into Maisie's possession. Maisie who knew quite clearly who Dancy was, and was quite hungry. To get it back, Dancy desperately challenged Maisie to a riddle contest, promising not to run off or struggle if she lost. Being familiar with all the legends and rumors surrounding little Dancy's monster killings all across the South, Maisie made Dancy swear on her angel that she'd keep her word. Dancy swore on its name, Uriel, much to the seraph's displeasure.
This displeasure worsened when Dancy ended up losing the contest but did go back on her word, going so far as to kill Maisie. Dancy had felt that Heaven turned its back on her for not telling her beforehand about Maisie like it usually did with the monsters she was sent after. This was not the first time it had failed to warn her about monsters, either. Her angel became pissed at this transgression, for swearing on its name, for breaking the rules. After yelling at her it disappeared.
Dancy had killed Maisie over a box full of junk. And because she wanted to eat her and because the angel told her to, but what had mattered the most to Dancy at that point was getting her junk back. Even junk becomes precious, when all you got left is junk.
The next night, while in a deserted diner to keep shelter from the rain outside, Dancy woke to find a blackbird, a talking one that she had met around the same time she ran into Maisie, commenting on the poorly bandaged wound on her arm from last night's fight. The two of them left for a nearby boarded up drug store so she could get some medical supplies to treat it better. She worried that her wound would become infected. On the way she spotted some runes associated with swamp magic that her grandma had told her about a long time ago, something designed to keep something in, or keep it out. Something evil. Curious, but deciding to wait to ask the blackbird about it, she headed on into the drug store, stocked up on some items, and then headed out to look for a church with the intention of cleaning and dressing her wound somewhere safe and clean. As luck would have it, the church she found was defiled, with crucified bodies out front. She felt she couldn't just walk away, and ended up going inside, too tired to look for a different one.
This turned out to be a Bad Idea TM. The inside was swarming with werewolves who were Not Thrilled about her having killed Maisie. Maisie's sire, who was among them, swore vengeance on Dancy. Dancy slaughtered her way through the werewolves and other monsters inside, though not without some struggles and injuries. Somewhere along the way, the church caught fire through an unknown source. Upon managing to kill them all, Dancy collapsed onto her back and passed out. Little did she know, afterward, Maisie's ghost pulled her out of the burning church and gathered all of Dancy's scattered belongings for her. Maisie, while dead, still had some use for someone who was able to kill her sire.
Dancy woke the next night to find her wounds dressed, and the blackbird and Maisie filling her in on what happened. Maisie did it all to make Dancy repay the debt by first answering a few questions. Turned out that back in 1975, Culhwch, the gas station attendant Dancy killed a while back, had given a werewolf in this town named Fortescue an evil magical grimoire. Fortescue used this grimoire to create a magical barrier around the town and part of the bayou that kept everyone and everything, even birds, from leaving. Dancy, Maisie and the blackbird were stuck there, never aging, and they'd be trapped here forever unless they could do something about the barrier. On top of that, the town had been stricken with a werewolf plague since at least that long ago. The town itself was being eaten away from the inside by dark magic.
It was then that a pack of wolves showed themselves to herd Dancy (and Maisie and the blackbird, although Dancy urged that they didn't have to come with) toward Fortescue's locale. Upon reaching the looming, decrepit plantation building before them, Dancy sensed the telltale signs of the seraph's presence. She turned around and saw it, unsurprised. With a single howl, it made her understand. She only had to say sorry, and all would be forgiven. She wouldn't have to fight this alone. Just bow down to it and take back what she had done. But instead, Dancy told the seraph off, even as it howled worse than a hurricane at her. "You abandoned me. You left, and what you called a monster's saved me twice already. Yeah, I broke your rules, angel. Here's my rules: you do your own dirty work. I'll do mine."
The angel disappeared in an explosion of fiery wind. The blackbird, caught up in the explosion, died. For a moment, as Maisie raged at her for letting it get killed, Dancy wondered if that was her dirty work, and so what if innocents got hurt or died, so long as the monsters got killed.
Cue Fortescue making his appearance. As it turned out, Fortescue had had plans for Dancy, and it just so happened that Dancy's survival from the fire had not been intentional. Not originally. But he cordially led them inside, and revealed his intention of rethinking his strategy. He wanted her as a soldier. He wanted her as a soldier for an upcoming war, and he knew the name of the seraph, which Dancy had only told Maisie. He then attempted to have her "fall" her way down into cavalry, shoving her down a set of stairs whose door was engraved with a pentagram. Dancy fell, but not before grabbing his sword and tumbling backward and downward with it until she landed in the basement with a crash. It was here that she fought Fortescue. She fought him, and cracked into insane laughter. Culhwch's grimoire, set up on a pedestal, was singing to her. It was the gospel of gods and demons from before the dawn of creation. Dancy listened to it, and after comparing its sweet whisperings to what Fortescue was offering, she chose. She chose to never take anyone's hand again, and to shine on her own. She sliced up the book. That action released the wickedness inside it and caused it to pour into her. She could feel it inside her. And without a moment's delay she killed Fortescue.
After setting the building ablaze as a funeral pyre, Dancy watched the flaming building burn, together with Maisie.
Overall Info
Rating: G-R, talk to me about NC-17.
Death: Discuss beforehand please.
Smut: Only with a plot. Just fair warning, she's probably not interested.
Yaoi - Het - Yuri: She's a Caitlin R. Kiernan character. All orientations welcome!
Name: Numi
Age: 30 and covered in dust
AIM: Numikins
Y!M: numi.kins
E-MAIL: numi.kins at yahoo dot com
IC Information:
Name: Dancy Flammarion
Fandom: Alabaster: Wolves
Timeline: End of issue 5.
Age: Two months shy of 17.
WARNING: This app contains spoilers for the miniseries. Read at your own risk.
Appearance: The author had the artist for this miniseries model Dancy's appearance after Elle Fanning. Dancy is depicted as slender with a modest build somewhat lacking in feminine curves. She is probably around 5' tall. Dancy was born with oculocutaneous albinism, leaving her with pale skin that surnburns easily, pink-red eyes, and white hair that goes to her shoulders. She is usually seen wearing shabby, plain, simple shirts that may be a bit ratty or torn, and pants that aren't always clean, with big leather hiking/combat boots.
Abilities: Dancy is good with bladed weapons. Her weapon of choice is a large butcher knife, although she proved herself able to manage well enough with a sword from the Confederate War she stole off its owner. Grandma taught her some swamp magic long ago; however, almost nothing is known about said magic or whether Dancy is capable of using it. We only know that she can recognize magic runes used for sealing evil.
Dancy also has recently absorbed an evil magical grimoire into her body. This grimoire is said to be a gospel of gods and demons from before the dawn of creation. It is currently unknown what effect this will have on her, aside from her being able to feel the evil inside her making itself comfortable. In aFac this will remain inaccessible to her until further notice. Characters capable of sensing such things inside her are free to notice!
Personality: Dancy Flammarion is a monster-slaying teenager with a southern drawl who follows the orders of an angel that may or may not be real, carrying out its dirty work, even as it slowly wears away at her with every ordeal and causes her to doubt herself and her faith.
Dancy's encounters with monsters have made her into a legend in the desolate back roads and landscapes of the Deep South. She's got a reputation among the many inhuman creatures inhabiting these dark places as a crazy avenging "right hand of God" who is guided by a seraph, a whackadoodle white trash version of Joan of Arc who kills whoever the seraph tells her to. Dancy disagrees, however, and is quick to deny such claims. She is not a saint. She's not crazy. "What I do, it ain't murder. I do the Lord's work. I go where my angel tells me."
So who is Dancy? Dancy is a girl who has been able to see a seraph since her childhood, the terrifying angel Uriel. She is what happens when a merciless Old Testament angel makes you prioritize slaying monsters over your basic education, and slave-drives you into doing its bidding. The creatures it tells you are evil, you begin to believe are evil. You follow orders to exterminate this evil even when reluctance, resentment, and doubt begin to creep up on you and nip and wear away at your conscience and sanity with needled teeth. Her life has been screwed up beyond belief with a burden she never asked for, and her actions are those of someone always on the lookout for a way out, should one ever pop up. Don't mistake her for someone indecisive, however, or weak. Dancy is a strong, driven girl who follows her beliefs for as long as she feels she can. She has no superpowers or protective armor, no special items or even much divine protection. She survives on her wits and abilities alone, becoming a battle-hardened figure that, insane or otherwise, is tough as nails when she puts her mind to it.
This is not to say that she is invulnerable. She has weaknesses, ones that she ends up being forced to face and overcome. Dancy is already world-weary by the time this story begins, a homeless, family-less, friendless girl with very little left to call her own. On top of that, it is implied that much of her humanity and innocence are gone. Constantly slaying monsters in such gruesome manners is bound to take its toll on anyone's mind. She's questioned her sanity, whether the angel is real, whether monstrosity equates to evil, and whether she herself might also be a monster. Most importantly, having believed that the angel should have been looking out for her, Dancy found herself having difficulty coming to terms with reality when she had a falling out with the seraph only for it to abandon her, leading her to wind up in a den of vengeful creatures that wanted her dead. Maybe the seraph was never looking out for her in the first place. Maybe the lady with tentacles for breasts was right: angels are selfish creatures.
Eventually Dancy came to the conclusion that she should stop letting the seraph use her. Didn't matter whether it was real or all in her head or whatever. She didn't want to do someone else's dirty work anymore. She would instead start following her own path. Her views of right and wrong, of good and evil, had become less clear-cut, and she still had to tackle the issues of personal monstrosity, but she no longer wanted an angel that didn't care about her trying to tell her what to do or how to view others. Maybe some of them were monsters, but that didn't make them evil.
Dancy's religious background is never explicitly explained in the comics, but the author based the character's religious feelings around a "fusion of Catholicism and Protestantism and the wild energy of the Pentecostals," while making it clear that Dancy's God, if He exists, is the Old Testament God, angry and vengeful and not terribly interested in redemption. Dancy occasionally mentions scripture, often passages that seem to justify whatever action she wants to or has just taken. Things like not suffering witches to live, he who is filthy let him be filthy still, etc. There is also one stunning fight scene against a horde of enemies where in her head she sings to herself the lyrics to The Beatles' "Blackbird" (and very briefly a segment of "Amazing Grace" by mistake; whoops! wrong song) with every knife slice she makes.
When interacting with others outside of hostile situations that demand she fend for the safety of her physical well-being, Dancy is clear-cut and to the point, engaging in sharp-edged snark when her conversation partner can't be bothered to be polite. You show her your manners, she'll show you hers, but don't you dare speak to her in a demanding tone. Her speech is peppered with turns of phrase, sentence fragments, and colloquialisms that mark her as a Southerner. Oh, and she becomes somewhat ornery when people blaspheme around her. Doesn't matter if you're her neighbor, a sassy talking blackbird or a werewolf threatening to eat her. She will chastise you for it with a sour look. This doesn't mean she never blasphemes herself, but those instances of hypocrisy are definitely far and few between. Apparently, stumbling across magic runes meant to keep in or out something evil was enough to warrant a "Holy mother of God."
In a nutshell, Dancy is a poorly socialized, morally ambiguous girl who's lost her family and innocence, has no one left, and was led to operate on possibly misguided belief that might very well be her own insanity biting her in the ass. While she usually never lies or cheats, she will go as far as to break her own word and risk her own life in order to protect what few important possessions she still owns as if it were the last bit of evidence of her own humanity. She sometimes gets her ass kicked, as she is only a human armed with a knife, but she always does her best when it comes to self-preservation. She'll rip off someone's ear with her teeth if she has to.
History: Alabaster: Wolves has barely started to scrape the surface at revealing her past. We are told that her folks are dead, probably killed by monsters. There is no one left to love her or for her to love, no place for her to go back to. It is implied that Dancy grew up fairly isolated from society somewhere in the Deep South, like the swampy backwoods of a state like Georgia or Florida. Most likely home-schooled, and what she did have was lacking: her knowledge of "city medicine" can barely fill half a thimble, her grammar is less than stellar, she mistakes French for Spanish, and she could use a few high school level math classes. As mentioned before, the seraph had her prioritize monster slayings over her own education and personal interests.
At some unknown point, Dancy started off on her nomadic travels through the South, passing through Georgia and South Carolina at the very least, to slay the monsters her angel told her to. She usually walked or hitchhiked, often at night to avoid the fiery roasting sun that is any albino's bane of existence, and always carrying with her a large duffel bag and a carving knife. Sometimes an umbrella. She lived frugally, with whatever she could find or take, and took shelter wherever was most convenient. It wouldn't have been abnormal for her to have to eat sparingly and go hungry now and then. The important part is that she survived such harsh living conditions while traveling such dangerous landscapes.
By the time Wolves begins, Dancy has already taken on a number of ordeals. Only a few get mentioned in any amount of detail. The cannibal witches in Savannah. The gas station along a barren highway in the middle of nowhere where a man named Culhwch kept a panther woman caged up as part of a road show. The shitty trailer in Waycross where she endured some joyous little mindfucks at the hands of her enemies, the woman with tentacles for breasts and an unidentified monster who may be the one being referred to when the narrative reveals that she killed a monster who tried to convince her she was one.
And now, Dancy has found herself in a desolate ghost town somewhere in South Carolina, the stage for the story arc featured in this particular miniseries. Here, Dancy met a werewolf named Maisie who had a cigar box full of junk. Junk that belonged to Dancy. It had gone missing during the events in Waycross. One way or another, it somehow found its way into Maisie's possession. Maisie who knew quite clearly who Dancy was, and was quite hungry. To get it back, Dancy desperately challenged Maisie to a riddle contest, promising not to run off or struggle if she lost. Being familiar with all the legends and rumors surrounding little Dancy's monster killings all across the South, Maisie made Dancy swear on her angel that she'd keep her word. Dancy swore on its name, Uriel, much to the seraph's displeasure.
This displeasure worsened when Dancy ended up losing the contest but did go back on her word, going so far as to kill Maisie. Dancy had felt that Heaven turned its back on her for not telling her beforehand about Maisie like it usually did with the monsters she was sent after. This was not the first time it had failed to warn her about monsters, either. Her angel became pissed at this transgression, for swearing on its name, for breaking the rules. After yelling at her it disappeared.
Dancy had killed Maisie over a box full of junk. And because she wanted to eat her and because the angel told her to, but what had mattered the most to Dancy at that point was getting her junk back. Even junk becomes precious, when all you got left is junk.
The next night, while in a deserted diner to keep shelter from the rain outside, Dancy woke to find a blackbird, a talking one that she had met around the same time she ran into Maisie, commenting on the poorly bandaged wound on her arm from last night's fight. The two of them left for a nearby boarded up drug store so she could get some medical supplies to treat it better. She worried that her wound would become infected. On the way she spotted some runes associated with swamp magic that her grandma had told her about a long time ago, something designed to keep something in, or keep it out. Something evil. Curious, but deciding to wait to ask the blackbird about it, she headed on into the drug store, stocked up on some items, and then headed out to look for a church with the intention of cleaning and dressing her wound somewhere safe and clean. As luck would have it, the church she found was defiled, with crucified bodies out front. She felt she couldn't just walk away, and ended up going inside, too tired to look for a different one.
This turned out to be a Bad Idea TM. The inside was swarming with werewolves who were Not Thrilled about her having killed Maisie. Maisie's sire, who was among them, swore vengeance on Dancy. Dancy slaughtered her way through the werewolves and other monsters inside, though not without some struggles and injuries. Somewhere along the way, the church caught fire through an unknown source. Upon managing to kill them all, Dancy collapsed onto her back and passed out. Little did she know, afterward, Maisie's ghost pulled her out of the burning church and gathered all of Dancy's scattered belongings for her. Maisie, while dead, still had some use for someone who was able to kill her sire.
Dancy woke the next night to find her wounds dressed, and the blackbird and Maisie filling her in on what happened. Maisie did it all to make Dancy repay the debt by first answering a few questions. Turned out that back in 1975, Culhwch, the gas station attendant Dancy killed a while back, had given a werewolf in this town named Fortescue an evil magical grimoire. Fortescue used this grimoire to create a magical barrier around the town and part of the bayou that kept everyone and everything, even birds, from leaving. Dancy, Maisie and the blackbird were stuck there, never aging, and they'd be trapped here forever unless they could do something about the barrier. On top of that, the town had been stricken with a werewolf plague since at least that long ago. The town itself was being eaten away from the inside by dark magic.
It was then that a pack of wolves showed themselves to herd Dancy (and Maisie and the blackbird, although Dancy urged that they didn't have to come with) toward Fortescue's locale. Upon reaching the looming, decrepit plantation building before them, Dancy sensed the telltale signs of the seraph's presence. She turned around and saw it, unsurprised. With a single howl, it made her understand. She only had to say sorry, and all would be forgiven. She wouldn't have to fight this alone. Just bow down to it and take back what she had done. But instead, Dancy told the seraph off, even as it howled worse than a hurricane at her. "You abandoned me. You left, and what you called a monster's saved me twice already. Yeah, I broke your rules, angel. Here's my rules: you do your own dirty work. I'll do mine."
The angel disappeared in an explosion of fiery wind. The blackbird, caught up in the explosion, died. For a moment, as Maisie raged at her for letting it get killed, Dancy wondered if that was her dirty work, and so what if innocents got hurt or died, so long as the monsters got killed.
Cue Fortescue making his appearance. As it turned out, Fortescue had had plans for Dancy, and it just so happened that Dancy's survival from the fire had not been intentional. Not originally. But he cordially led them inside, and revealed his intention of rethinking his strategy. He wanted her as a soldier. He wanted her as a soldier for an upcoming war, and he knew the name of the seraph, which Dancy had only told Maisie. He then attempted to have her "fall" her way down into cavalry, shoving her down a set of stairs whose door was engraved with a pentagram. Dancy fell, but not before grabbing his sword and tumbling backward and downward with it until she landed in the basement with a crash. It was here that she fought Fortescue. She fought him, and cracked into insane laughter. Culhwch's grimoire, set up on a pedestal, was singing to her. It was the gospel of gods and demons from before the dawn of creation. Dancy listened to it, and after comparing its sweet whisperings to what Fortescue was offering, she chose. She chose to never take anyone's hand again, and to shine on her own. She sliced up the book. That action released the wickedness inside it and caused it to pour into her. She could feel it inside her. And without a moment's delay she killed Fortescue.
After setting the building ablaze as a funeral pyre, Dancy watched the flaming building burn, together with Maisie.
Overall Info
Rating: G-R, talk to me about NC-17.
Death: Discuss beforehand please.
Smut: Only with a plot. Just fair warning, she's probably not interested.
Yaoi - Het - Yuri: She's a Caitlin R. Kiernan character. All orientations welcome!