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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 9:47 am
Three weeks in Destiny City, and the only lead Renna had gotten on her cousin's whereabouts was a guy standing in an alley. The phone number he had given her was totally bogus. Renna chalked it up to him being some a*****e intent on hurting people (and then, internally, she told herself he just needed to meet the right girl), but then, three days ago, she got a call from him to meet at a park downtown.
Normally, Renna would never agree to meet a quasi-stranger at a place she had never been, but he told her to meet at 6:30PM and when she googled the place there was a fair going on nearby -- a fair meant lots of people, right? Besides, if this was the only chance she had to find out where Eden was, then it was a risk (gulp) she was willing to take.
Now she sat on a park bench, purse slung around her shoulder, hands sweating on a legal pad, as she waited for the boy who had promised to come to... well, show up.
And he better hurry up because it was getting cold.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 10:14 am
Hearing that someone was searching for the lost General King had been unsettling, hearing that she was related, well that was interesting. The flier gave away personal information, easy to make the connection when you knew what you were looking for on both sides of the proverbial equation. It also presented an opportunity to instruct. Ilmenite had not yet corrupted anyone and this could be his chance.
He’d contacted the General and confirmed the meeting place from Proustite who had been good enough to set up the meeting for them. The officer she was expecting would not be attending this meeting however. He placed a light hand on Ilmenite’s shoulder and together they teleported to the park. The air was cool and heading towards chilly but he was well enough dressed for the occasion. She was as she had been described, Dark skin and vivid purple eyes with long dark hair. He turned to give Ilmenite a small nod; they would take her somewhere less conspicuous to finish this,
He moved forward and laid a firm hand on her arm so that he could transport her with him, Ilmenite knew where to go after this and he didn’t wish to linger here if he didn’t have to.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 7:02 pm
Ilmenite had chosen the location, and had chosen it to make an impression: not the intimidating, skin-crawling picture that the Rift might have made on the girl, but it made an impression all the same. The building was tall, twenty or twenty five stories, with a flat roof and a locked door -- and as they settled on its surface, the three of them, cold winds whipped across their faces hard enough to throw them off-balance. Zink's hand, still wrapped around her arm, was likely all that would keep her from stumbling.
All her careful thought about meeting in an open place was for nothing. There were no people here. No nearby windows that would spy what happened. No way out, except the fast way.
He didn't say anything. Ilmenite worked not to stumble himself, tugging the coat a little bit tighter around himself, popping the collar to keep his face warm, and raised his eyebrows at Zink. Tried not to smile. He thought he'd done pretty well.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 6:46 am
Renna let out an involuntary gasp when she felt a hand on her arm, and then a much stronger shriek when she felt herself ripped through... something. When they came out of the teleport, the bright-eyed girl was winded. IF not for the firm hand still holding her, Renna would certainly have collapsed on the ground. Her knees attempted to do it anyway, bobbing for several minutes as if made entirely of cartilage.
Vomit rose in her throat, but she choked it down, her free hand darting up to clasp her head. In spite of herself, her knees buckled and she fell a little. One knee bent, the other awkwardly slack, more or less dangling from the grip the stranger had on her. It took her several minutes before she could make sense of anything. When she did, there was a part of her that wished she hadn't.
From her kneeling position, she could see the edge of the roof and then the sprawl of a lit city below -- way too below. Another terrified gasp split her lips. She scuttled closer toward the man who held her, but when she bumped into his leg, Renna glanced up at him -- both of him. Her head couldn't stop spinning.
With a shout, the girl began to feebly slap, kick, and punch at the man who held her. "Let me go!" she shouted. "Let me -- how the hell did -- LET ME GO!" It was irrational. Something inexplicable had happened, but the only thing on Renna's mind was getting away from the person who was holding her so tightly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:41 pm
His laugh was a clipped sound, a gunshot of skepticism and amusement at the all too natural human reaction to what could not be immediately understood. He released her, raising his hands in a mockery of surrender, palms open to display no visible weapon despite strange clothing and stranger skills. “There, you’re free.” He said tilting his head studiously to one side, watching her face with a strange almost owlish intensity, as though it were she, and not him self that were some kind of terrifying inhuman curiosity. He took a step back from her still holding his hands high in a show of compliance. “You had questions about the gentleman in your fliers.” He said, slipping by any pretense of answering the half formed question of how they had arrived here, direct to a far more mundane statement.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 1:25 pm
Renna could hear her mother's voice in her head. "The city is dangerous. America is a dangerous place for a girl like you." Tears pinched in her nose. Released, she remained on her knees on the ground, staring up at the strangers.
"He is my cousin," she said, a sob breaking in her throat. "Eden is my family, and if I don't find him, no one else will. And if I don't have him in my life..." Her voice faltered, vision blurry.
All of her worst case scenario fears were hatching before her eyes, and she didn't even know what kind of people these were. He picked her up so effortlessly, transported her here -- what kind of trouble had Eden fallen into here? Why did he ever leave South Africa in the first place?
Renna sniffled, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her shirt. "Please," she said, voice barely perceptible, "please don't hurt me. I just want to know what happened to Eden. I have to know the truth." The end of her sentence bit with a hard resolve, but soon faltered too. She was terrified.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 2:32 pm
“The truth.” Zinkenite repeated, savoring the words. “Here is your truth, this is what became of your cousin. Rise, if you can to the rank he once held, or die trying. Fight those whom he fought against, who killed him in the name of ‘Order’.”
He moved close, a quick few steps that put them very nearly touching, his hand hovering for a moment above her breast bone as he tipped his head forward to whisper in her ear as his hand closed around her star seed and let the first taste of corruption wash over it.
“We are your family now, Lieutenant.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 2:41 pm
When the strange man came near, Renna drew in a breath and held it, trying desperately to stifle her tears or the trembling of her hands. He scared her, not that it was a hard thing to do. Scenes like this one were best enjoyed from the comfort of her couch with a bowl of popcorn. Renna did not like risks; she found no joy in it. Coming to search for Eden had been the bravest thing she'd done in her short 17 years of life, and now, it looked like it would be her last. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt a hot tear stream down her cheek. She expected death. Instead, she got rebirth -- through what felt like death. Zinkenite grabbed a hold of her starseed. Renna's eyes flashed open. She felt like her skin had been set on fire. In spite of herself, she squirmed, though she was certain that squirming would only make it worse. The pain came at first in a wave -- one that she thought would end. But it didn't end. It grew stronger, burned hotter. She screamed in pure terror, the sound cracking her throat. One hand lifted to shove at Zinkenite's chest, but fell uselessly to her side. After a few minutes, she blacked out, only to come back to consciousness still in the throws of agony. Only a few minutes passed, but to her, it felt like an eternity. Renna sagged to the ground when the General King finally released her, but she was not the same girl who had been on the rooftop just a moment before. She had become an agent of the Negaverse. The tears that stained her eyes were dry now, but Renna remained on the ground, tightening and untightening her nearly-gloved hands. She was wearing something different and she felt different too. The pain still vibrated in her fingertips, but there was a quiet strength in it. From under a fringe of bangs, the girl looked up at Zinkenite. "What just happened to me? Am I dead?" It seemed like a logical solution.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 2:58 pm
“You are not dead, far from it, you are ‘Reborn’, when you wear this uniform you will answer to the name of Kyanite. You are a lieutenant in the same Army that your Eden, known as General King Marthozite, served.”
He gave a nod to the other man, slender like a scarecrow and dressed in green and black. “Thank you General.” He said with a softer note in his voice before he turned back to look at her as though he could strip away each layer of her skin with his eyes alone. “Come.” He held out a hand, more as a formality than out of necessity, though he would not wait long for her to grasp the offered hand. Moments later, the bare blink of an eye would find the roof top bare, transported instead to the heart of the Dark Kingdom to introduce their newest recruit to her duties.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 3:01 pm
Eden was... whatever she was? A King of some sorts? One word stuck in her brain: served.
He had served them. Now? Now he had to be... it must mean...
Closing her eyes against the emotion welling in her chest, Lt. Kyanite got to her feet, took the stranger's hand, and against her better judgement, followed him wherever he led.
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