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Post by Razoric on May 5, 2017 12:28:49 GMT -8
This is going to get tragic fast, but, like any good band-aid...
Valerie laces her fingers together. "Ten years ago, a young lady disappeared. She was taken, was chased, or she followed some lure into a place that, had the being who ensured she'd make it there had its way, she never would have emerged from. There, she was used as an amusing set piece, something to watch, play with, torture. The place was one no human being could possibly be in unscathed, and the process caused tremendous change. It brought some power, because not changing meant death.
"Back home, no one really noticed she had gone missing. Or if they did, they had no evidence that something happened, or kept it to themselves. No one noticed, because she was still home. The kidnapped lady had a duplicate made, a being full of stuff and magic to keep the status quo, because people finding out there may be alternate options than despair would be troublesome.
"Had it stayed that way, that would have been the end of the story. Life would be as normal while the original remains on her puppet strings and stage show, until boredom sets in and a new toy of called for, or until the torture becomes too much. But, somehow, she found a road, and she followed it, and with it, yanked her identity back to herself. Changed, damaged... but home.
"And yet, she can't go back. Not without significant problems. It was a long time to be gone, and such a harduous journey does not leave someone unchanged. She wasn't the same lady. And besides, sitting there, where she wanted to go back to for all these years... was herself, as if she had never left.
"What can she even do in such a case?"
She gently motions to the chair again. "That's what we're here to discuss. So... please."
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