[OPEN] it's your choice if you choose

[thebigsister]

Characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU!
Setting: Anywhere you want!
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor is, as usual, doing rounds around the Tower.
Warnings: None unless you manage to piss her off?

[You're likely to hear her coming before you see her. Eleanor moves around at a lazy pace, footsteps heavy to match the image of the boots she's wearing. There's something deeply familiar and comforting in moving that way, it reminds her of her Father and his lumbering figure guarding her steps. It's the least she can do, she thinks, considering the suit she was given, to try and share that comfort with the other poor souls stuck in the Tower.

So there she goes, quiet and unhurried, up and down the stairs, sometimes going into the floors, some times passing by without a word.

Just another day in hell, right?]

Comments

[isthatashortjoke]

By being able to manifest and control it at will of course!

[Simple answer of course! At least to the insane Yordle it was.]

[thebigsister]

No, I understand that!

[She tilts her head to the side.]

I mean, what's the difference between regular power and raw power?

[isthatashortjoke]

Raw power is unfiltered, pure in all it's might, unpredictable and utterly more powerful than anything else out there. It takes someone incredibly adept to control power in it's truest form!