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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:08 am
It had been a great long while since Kallichore had returned to her home moon. So much had been mulling and churning around in her head like a rampant sea. With some coaxing from Pasiphae, she'd finally decided to split ranks with the Blood Moon Court after fulfilling her obligation to the latest operation. This resulted in a failed attempt on Zinkenite's life and an exchange of hostages. Kallichore then really knew first hand at how much the court itself had slipped and shattered - they barely had enough senshi on their side to fight and survive, let alone win. Kallichore knew in her heart that the ranks of the Blood Moon would not give to her what she required to be successful, and while it hurt her to do so, she knew it would be the best for her. She wished Birhan and Ares all the best, but would not be returning for another meeting.
The super senshi had decided this after quite some time being powered down and thinking it over. Maia had left, along with a plethora of others and that thought really solidified what she was doing. Faith was being lost, and if Kallichore had little faith, she couldn't perform. She considered being alive after the last operation to be a blessing she would not squander. She sat on her knees atop her own home and looked towards the sky. Sometimes she came up there just to sit and think and let herself be lost in the streaming sea above. Oftentimes she found that losing oneself in something larger than life really helped put things in perspective. The more she sat with the decision, the more she agreed with it. Leaving the Blood Moon would be one step in the right direction, she told herself, and then she and the other Jovians could form their own team and learn from their own experiences in ways that were unique to them.
Pasiphae had once said that perhaps all of their pasts were intertwined somehow - that each Jovian and their moon knew of or interacted with each other. With a court as large as the one Jupiter hosted, Kallichore wasn't too sure about that, but wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. Besides, who was she to deny such a thing? For all she knew, the past Kallichore could have been a party animal with a penchant for drinking and wild sex. Who knew? Looking down at her phone, the current Kallichore wasn't sure she really wanted to know. Naturally she was more than curious about who tended to her post before she was reborn, but found that she was rather apprehensive. What if she didn't like what she came to find? Christa shook her head. Who cared? The past was the past was the past. It was utterly dead and gone. How could it truly affect what kind of person she was in the present?
Standing up, Kallichore looked up again to the sky and pushed the button on her cell that allowed her to be whisked away in a beam of magical light even the greatest of scientific minds could not begin to explain. There was something about the rush of the unknown that was pure and sacred and downright terrifying.
(( x1 ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:42 am
The rush of the ascent never ceased to fill her with a thrill not even the fasted of rollercoasters could hold a candle to. Once her crimson boots touched solid land again, her heart filled with an aching sadness she couldn't even begin to describe. Holding a hand to her heart, the present senshi's brows furrowed in an attempt to keep her calm. Every time she landed, something else about the alien landscape became familiar and increasing parts of her grew angry at the Negaverse. At Zinkenite especially for outright lying to her. There would be no way the senshi would systematically destroy their own civilizations. That simply wasn't possible. What was once a glorious moon that hosted its own ecosystem, its own human settlements, its own trading and religious system… What would possess someone to reduce all of it to a dead rock floating in space? What idea would infect the ranks of senshi the solar system over and make them believe this was the only possible way?
Kallichore would never believe a single thing that would come from a Negaverser's mouth ever again, unless it was extracted under pain of physical or mental torture. Even then she'd take it with a grain of salt.
Her usual landing point was a spot on the now-dead beaches filled with white sand the color of bone dust. A cryptic wind would blow from this area and no doubt rustle the rest of the moon. Her journey from the beach to the interior varied in the time it took, but it was no less solemn than the day she first embarked. It was like a death march, really, walking past the ruins of old houses reduced to nothing more than their foundation and steering around the ruins of the temple she visited before. Kallichore placed a bare hand on the marble or stone (or whatever it was) that was left and felt an icy coldness leak into her body. It was beyond dead, but the senshi knew in her heart that it was once a glorious figurehead in the local community. It was a unifying force the likes of which she may never know.
She crushed her eyes together in an effort to stem back tears and continued to walk, knowing that if she lingered too long, she'd use up all her time mourning for a civilization this version of her would never come to see. Her boots fell over dead sea sand and dirt, finding that distance between her and that small village would allow her to lift her head and explore the interior of the moon with a clear mind. Part of her wanted desperately to find out what else there was on the tiny moon that she had not yet explored.
There was a stretch of barren wasteland that seemed to run for miles in every direction once Kallichore left the tiny village she had stayed in during her trips to the moon. The super senshi had entertained the thought that nothing was left and the ruins of the village that still stood were somehow protected through miraculous happenstance. It could very well be that there was not a single thing left alive or intact on the moon, and that further exploration was just a waste of time. That was until she reached the crest of the hill she'd been trekking up for who knew how long. The sound of crunching came from dead grasses beneath her feet and Kallichore tried to drown it out as best she could. The ongoing sound simply reminded her of how dead and dried out her home moon was, and it was heartbreaking. Every part of her wished she was the senshi of resortation instead of what she was so that she could try to use her powers and bring life to the moon.
It was a sentimental dream.
As she was nearing the crest of the hill, Kallichore turned her head slightly to the right. She thought she heard… was that a voice? It sounded distinctly like the lilting voice of a singer, but she couldn't place the language. It sounded looping and extremely alien, but beautiful in its somber rhythm. Curiousity sank its claws into her breast and the senshi ascended the last bit of the hill to find… rolling grasslands below her in a bowl of a valley. Sharp, crisp and green grass, still alive and blowing in that ancient wind Kallichore was so convinced brought death in its wake. She stood there, eyes wide and heart pounding with a joy she had yet to experience when she finally beheld it. The silence was a blessing and all she could hear was the sound of her heart beating and the wonderful breath of life the grasslands waving in the wind represented. It meant her moon was not dead, not entirely. Perhaps it could be reborn.
(( x1 ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:04 am
The tender song reached her ears again after Kallichore could finally let go of the wonderous vision of that open plain beneath her. It was breathtaking, but something pulled her in a different direction. Turning to the side, eyes still partly grasped by the color green, Kallichore's ears could hear that song more clearly. What it was about, she could not tell. The language was more clear now that she was closer (she thought) to the singer, but the language wasn't anything she recgonized. Fully allowing her eyes to follow her body, she saw a sight she didn't think she'd see this far from the village. It was that woman, that tall woman with pale yellow eyes and very long, dark green hair. She was sitting on a stool very much like the one Kallichore had seen in the ruined temple, her long dress catching the wing along with her hair. The dress looked to be a sheer kind of cotton wrapped around the body several times and gave off a very deep, almost black color. She was barefoot and seemed to be enjoying herself, singing to no one in particular in that language that seemed to loop and roll on the tongue.
There were tattoos on the woman's face that the senshi could see more clearly now that there was a fixed lightsource. The last time she saw this womam was when there was a brief glimpse of her face under candle and torch. The dancing properties of flame didn't give Kallichore enough time to take in any detail, but now the light of the sun and Jupiter itself gave the senshi a much clearer picture than she'd had before. The song continued, the woman possessing a low alto voice, as Kallichore approached. Step after step was slow and methodical, and for some reason, the senshi was possessed of the idea that any sudden sound would alert the woman. The senshi didn't stop to think that there was no one living on this moon - it was impossible, wasn't it? Europa had said that the civilizations were dead and gone. But if the grasses could grow...?
Without any warning, the woman turned to Kallichore and her face was fully revealed. Black, ink-like tattoos swirled and converged in on themselves around her eyes and mouth, and her matured features placed her around her mid-to-late twenties by the teen's estimation. The solidity of her stare made the senshi stop dead in her tracks with wide eyes and a pounding heart. This woman could obviously see her, couldn't she? The song had stopped and there was an uneasy silence between them with the wind as their only companions. Kallichore stood shock still for a while before opening her mouth.
"Are you…are you real? Do you live here? Who are you?" she asked, surprised at how quiet her own voice was. The wind wasn't loud enough to drown her out - it was her own anxieties that caused her to be so out of character. Pointing back to the direction of the village, Kallichore continued. "I saw you back at the temple, and you were sitting on a stool just like that one. Who are you?" she repeated, trying to increase the volume of her voice in her desperate plea for answers.
The green haired woman was silent for a few moments before smiling. Did this mean a positive answer for all of those questions? Did this woman understand how Kallichore came to be here? Did she know of the magic that a senshi possessed? Maybe she knew what had happened to the moon and to the rest of the Silver Millennium? Taking a step forward, Kallichore went to reach out and graze the woman's shoulder. Suddenly, laughter reached her ears from somewhere behind her and the senshi whirled around, catching glimpses of ghostly children running right through her. The older woman stood from her stood and picked it up, folding it down into something more managable. She placed her hand on the crown of one of the children's heads and the little one turned slightly, bearing the same tattooing as the woman.
"Sari tanis lott." said the child in a very high-pitched voice. Kallichore blinked and they were gone.
(( x1 ))
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