Laura

[ The lights in the subway cut off suddenly. The voice, when it starts up, booms down the tunnels loud enough to hurt as Vive activates all the power a naughty demonic BAD END can, all at once, and begins to sing: ]





[ Kydoimos Din carries through her voice, echoing off the walls, rattling the cars, and knocking some unsuspecting listeners on their asses.

She comes out of the darkness all spikes and leather and lace reaching for the nearest downed idol. At her touch the pain of the song will feel suddenly incredible even as it stirs up a metric clusterfuck of discordant emotions- fear, hopelessness, spite, jealousy, rage, will bubble up to the surface. It makes you want to scream. It makes you want to tear your hair out. It makes you want to tear your neighbor's hair out. It makes you want to break some skulls, just to let off a tiny bit of the pressure. ]