While her mother takes domain over physical brawls, Lena is more concerned with disputes of the mind. While her domain is Disputes, Lena does not have the ability to incite them, but only to control them should they arise. Once a trial, Lena can 'settle' a dispute by taking control of the two (or more) people involved. She does this by forcing them to be quiet. When this ability is activated, the subjects will find that they are physically not able to continue speaking about anything to do with the argument. They can continue to talk, but if it is related to the themes of the argument, the words physically will not come out of their mouths. This ability takes more effort the more people it involves, and induces headaches, lethargy, and muteness in Lena herself for the rest of the trial. She is able to do this to herself and anyone arguing with her as well, but the effects are the same - Lena will not be able to talk about the issue being argued either.
As one of Lena's domains, Lena can make people sober. On one level, this does relate to alcohol. Lena can wave away the alcohol in another's blood, forcing them to be sober immediately. This effect lasts for three breaks, whereupon the hangover will set in at full force, as if you were waking up after a night of long, hard drinking.
Sobriety, though, can also apply to emotions. When one is overpowered by a particular emotion, it can feel like you are inebriated, overcome with said emotion. Lena can make you "sober" of this emotion; she can withdraw the emotion from you and leave behind it nothingness. This remain is numbing clarity, and all other emotions tend to be dulled. This also lasts for three breaks, but thereon the subject is filled with lethargy and headaches, with an echo of the emotion removed left behind.
This ability leaves similar echoes of the emotion removed in Lena herself, and can only be used either on alcohol/emotions once a trial.
63 Zi'da 692
Eden stumbled through the shadows, cursing, holding a hand to his bleeding side. Too stubborn to visit a medic, Eden waved them off and stumbled home, insisting that with some rest and wine he’d be perfectly fine. But as he made his way through the night-lit Rharne streets, he started to wonder just how fine he would be.
“Buggering fuck,” he muttered, stumbling yet again. He’d left his uniform at the barracks, as he lived in a small apartment out of them. As such, blood spooled easily over his rough tunic, simply an undergarnment.
“Well, that’s not very nice, is it?”
Eden jumped, leaning against the wall panting heavily. He was too wounded to fight off an attacker, but who would attack a bleeding Lightning Knight in Rharne? And then he remembered – he’d left his armor at the barracks. There’d be no reputation to defend him here, not that it had done much good for him before.
“Who’s there?” Eden called gruffly into the shadows. “I’m a Lightning Knight, I’ll have you know, so no funny business!”
A lithe form came through the darkness, and Eden gasped, knowing immediately who she was. “Shit,” he muttered, before turning red and blushing, looking down. “I’m sorry, my lady, really –“
Ilaren waved off his apologies with a laugh. “If I were bleeding like that, I’d probably be swearing quite a bit, too.” Ilaren moved easily, lithely, to come to rest next to him against the wall. She looked at him with big, brown eyes, and cocked her head towards him. She looked younger than Eden had expected. He’d caught glimpses of the Immortal of course – everyone in Rharne had at one point or another – but this was the closest he’d ever been to her. Eden swallowed nervously, unable to make eye contact.
“So what happened?” Eden looked up in shock, and she simply rose her eyebrows at her. “I’m pretty sure we train our Lightning Knights well, so something must have happened. Not like you’d just trip and fall onto a polearm.”
Eden flushed. He had, in fact, once or twice fallen onto a rack of polearms, but luckily had never hurt himself.
“Just. This bastard—“ Eden looked up, but again Ilaren laughed and waved for him to continue. “Was stealing bread, and we caught him. I was alone, I didn’t think it’d be a big deal. He made a plea for starvation, and honestly I believed him, the fella was dirty and smelled like a sewer, but I still had to take him in, you see? I know he was hungry, but the shop owner was pitching a fit. I told him, I’d take him in and we’d see he got some food, but he pulled a knife and stabbed me in the gut.” Eden gestured to the bleeding wound in his side. “I managed to pin him down and by then another guard came along and we brought him in. So. Yeah.” Eden shrugged awkwardly, finally looking to Ilaren. She looked – rather amused. “S’how I got stabbed.”
Ilaren chuckled, shaking her head. “Sure, but that doesn’t explain why you’re bleeding all over my streets, does it?”
Eden shrugged again, bolstered by the fact that she was speaking to him as an equal. Words just flowed out of him easily. “They wanted to stitch me up – but. I didn’t let ‘em.”
“And why’s that?”
Eden blushed and muttered something.
“Sorry?” Ilaren asked, chuckling, suggesting that she had and just wanted him to repeat it.
“I don’t like needles! They freak me out, okay?” Eden burst forth, then clamped his mouth shut, blushing, looking away. For a Lightning Knight to be so ridiculous, so fearful, and for Ilaren to now know this… it was mortifying.
“Awwww,” Ilaren cooed, stepping closer to him. “Poor baby. Whatever will we do with you, big city guard scared of a little pain?”
“Shut up,” Eden muttered, before staring at her open mouthed. “I didn’t mean – shut up. I – fuck.”
Ilaren laughed again, and then pressed her hip against his. “It’s fine. Let’s see what we can do, hmm?” Ilaren waved her hand slowly over the wound, as if it there were a hundred invisible needles, it closed up. There was no pain. “There. Much better, hmm? And no needles.”
Eden closed his eyes and gulped, nodding at her closeness. “Yeah. Thanks – Thank you, my lady.”
Ilaren laughed, shaking her head. She leaned ever closer, and put a finger on his lips. “Now, now, none of that deference.” Ilaren’s eyes flickered down, and she grinned. “You still have blood all over your clothes, though. Should we head back to your place and do something about it?”
Eden gaped for a moment. Could she be – what was she suggesting? Eden stared, aware of her finger on his lips, and could say nothing.
“Oh, Eden,” she whispered, leaning in, her nose skirting against his cheek. “That wasn’t a request. That was an order.”
Eden gulped, before taking his hand and pulling her down the street towards his apartment. Well, if it were an order – who was he to deny his Immortal?