-mia decides to follow annie's example. Her hair turns white and grows, and grabs it before it can reach mia-
I'm not an insect! I'm Mia!
-they stab into the tendril and... well shit it's going white like mia and spreading fast!-
edited 29th Oct '17 3:29:03 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!Mm.
-sip-
Of course, by this point it's 1888... and naturally I don't find that surgery helps with the temptations.
If anything it empowers and makes them more potent. To begin with, it worked, but overexposure led to wanting more.
It was... a difficult time. A time where I almost couldn't control myself properly.
There'd be times where my scalpel was near that one important artery in a patient during an operation- and my hand would tremble in wanting to cut it.
Unlike what most people believe, I wasn't gender-specific in what I felt compelled to kill.
When I began the murders, that would give me my mythos and legend... as horrible as it is.
I went for people on the lower end of society- the seamstresses. Purely because, in a way I felt...
Well. They were endangered a lot in their profession, and people wouldn't notice anything... off, about them ending up dead. As I look back at it now, I wish I chose a different target- maybe the common thug or villain. But I'm not here to justify, only explain.
Regardless, as much as I used my powers to prevent myself from being caught and thus ruining the reputation I wanted of being a good surgeon... the infamy of what my darker side left behind meant that there was no way for the murders to not be discovered.
Of course... the "uncatchable killer" only struck six times in one year of his life.
And yet as I speak to you, I've lived over a hundred years.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postAbout a hundred years later, yes.
It didn't work out.
Either way, the point is I did in a way 'stop' the killings that I did in the name of impulse.
And tried to limit myself- only when it was necessary to keep myself from being known.
Like Enola Holmes, the younger sister of the very man, Sherlock Holmes.
She very nearly caught me on her own. I admired it but... I couldn't let her continue.
It was around that time though that I met Dr. Nikola.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThe only man to find me without me expecting it.
Honestly that alone intimidated me about him.
And weirdly, I found that I'd never be able to strike him down.
No matter how much I looked at it, I couldn't see a solution.
It'd either be those eyes of his stopping me from striking.
They'd be piercing through you, paralysing you to your core. You could think you have no legs at all, without any real nerve damage being done to you.
'The power of the mind' as Nikola said to me, once. 'The power of the mind to make the toughest obstacles for itself.'
It was that or somehow- a third party would prevent it. It was... unsettling.
But his offer to me, was actually one of an alliance.
Thus I came together with others that Nikola had recruited... into The Fountain Cabal.
A sort of- mutual pact. We'd all become immortal via the Fountain of Youth to transcend death. And ensure the safety of one another through our skills and what connections we could make.
It was only then that I realised... I had been picked precisely because of what I could offer them.
The perfect assassin.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Correct, I don't, but go on.
(Another one goes to take its place.)
Insects...