All I have to say about this is, when I am fucked up, big shock, so is Tiph, and I have decided to spend my time with other characters now..

Tiph Nightshade: ::Tiphy was seated precariously on the railing of the balcony stretching across the distance of the open ceilinged great room, staring down at the vast empty space and her small booted feet alternately. Her glowing eyes were a bit haunted, glazed and distant, her mind apparently somewhere very far off. She was lost in the past and took no visible notice of Damian, who was whirling around the chandelier hanging in the center of the room from a very long cord that disappeared finally in the ceiling of the second story. Her little hands were clasped tightly about the rail, but were getting looser in their grip with each passing moment, and she began to stare at the floor.. looking as if she was actually seeing now. She swallowed and let go calmly, plummeting swiftly toward the ground, actually, though it was quite disturbing, she began to fly even more quickly downwards, as if wanting to injure herself even more::

Tiph Nightshade: ::Damian cooed and gurgled some mindless baby babble happily to himself, completely oblivious and unaware that Tiph was soon to be having an ugly encounter with the vermilion and onyx marbled floor. The seconds seemed to thicken and compact themselves, passing slower and slower, as if they were being hindered by something nearly impossible to overcome. The wind which was whipping past her face, created by the speed of her hurtling downwards, coaxed a few exposure tears from her eyes which streaked back and disappeared in her hair line. She took in a tiny breath and braced herself for the impact a bit.. as much as she cared to anyway, and a fraction of a second after she had shut her tearing eyes, she hit the floor with a sickening thud, and the immediate moment after that the thud was followed by a faint little hindered moan of pain.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She could tell already that her left cheekbone was most likely fractured, and her left shoulder dislocated. She was less than looking forward to knocking the joint back into it's socket and a little uneasy about the puddle gathering underneath of her, a blue shining puddle of Mako tainted blood, seeping from a few lacerations on her arm, side and leg. She raised a hand to her bloodied and broken nose as she choked out a mouthful of broken teeth mingled with a mass of blood, spraying the mess in a wild scatter across the floor and groaning loudly as she forced herself onto her feet with her right hand after lying there for a good 20 minutes, just willing herself to move.:: God that was so fucking stupid ::Her embittered words were interrupted by a sharp cry, pain ripping through her screaming nerves the moment she put weight onto her left leg.:: Well fuck.. broke that too. Great. ::It was slightly comical that she found the opportunity to be sarcastic even now, as she hopped on her good foot toward the front door, planning on ramming her shoulder into one of the stone pillars just outside to force it back into place.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::As she could not really literally run into the pillar, she had taken to flying into it head on to fix the dislocated joint. When the first impact had not been enough, as soon as she'd finished screaming from the pain, she flew back a bit, and hit the pillar again, going twice as fast, and this time a soft popping sound let her know that she'd succeeded that time. She screamed all the more louder and then stood leaning weakly against the stone for a moment to regain a bit of strength, leaving a long wide smudge of blue shining blood on it before hobbling back inside and starting to drag herself up the stairs.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She whined faintly, clinging to the banister and literally hauling herself up the length of steps slowly and painfully, and then moving down along the hallway to their bedroom, leaving a trail of blood to mark her path. Upon getting there finally, she hesitantly pressed a tentative hand to her abdomen, cursing at the sharp pang of pain the action coaxed forth.. hopefully something less than vital had been ruptured. Her vision went white for a long moment with the next pang, and she collapsed on the floor, her mind not being able to take anymore.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She lay unmoving, deathly still, as a strange black casing began to surround her bruised bleeding and broken body, snaking it's way around her, moving upwards starting at her feet, until she could no longer be seen. A frightened little Damian had floated along behind her and now hung, hovering in the doorway above the large black cocoon-like structure, his eyes wide with terror as the eerie silence was broken with his baby voice as he spoke:: Tiphy.. ::and then clung to the black casing, which was now beginning to pulse curiously, and cried::