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 Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:29 pm
Persephone stared at her hands, at the blood slowly drying all over them - it was amazing, almost, how much blood Biela had lost. And how long it had taken her to realize that it meant the younger Senshi was dead and there was no saving her.
She had walked away, left Dionysus with the girl's body and the responsibility of handling it, which she was pretty sure made her an even worse monster than her simple failure to save the girl's life. She hadn't gotten far, she didn't think, before collapsing on the ground and staring at her bloody hands and her bloody fuku and the bloody crystal flower that still rested in one palm.
She had failed in every sense of the word. And something in her had died in that warehouse with Biela - the part of her that clung to the White Moon. It was ironic, she supposed, that a display of the Negaverse's evil, its brutality, was the final piece in her decision to join them, but how could she stay?
One Captain made a call and half the goddamn Negverse showed up. No one had come to help them. Not a single member of Order had thought that eight Order signatures surrounded by so, so many more Chaos ones was worth investigating.
Order had abandoned her and her team. So she would abandon them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:30 pm
Natron hadn't gone far. The Captain had wanted to make sure every officer he'd called got out of the warehouse alive - and after, he'd followed a lone Order signature to a crumpled heap of a Senshi, covered in blood and sitting in an alleyway alone. He recognized her - they had encountered each other once before, but she was also the girl from the warehouse, the leader of the team, and the one who had, in the end, set the place alight.
For a moment he thought she, too, was dead, by her own hand or by an unlucky run-in with another officer after the battle in the warehouse, but tere were tears tracking down her cheeks and corpses didn't cry.
He hesitated to approach - she might attack him, and he would deserve it. While he had given the kill order, he hadn't expected anyone so horrific as what Mica had done to that poor girl.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:31 pm
"Captain," Persephone addressed the energy signature, and not the person attached to it. She lifted her head, and she frowned faintly. "Oh. You were...you called them," she said, and then her expression lit with a feverish light. "You have communicators, don't you?" She stood up.
"You can call Zinkenite for me and ask him to come here and bring me over, can't you?" Her eyes were slightly wide, and she realized that asking someone who had been instrumental in Biela's murder, whether he'd done it or not - and he had given the kill order, so in a way he had - carried with it some irony, but she was tired and she wanted to be done with the charade that was Order.
She was so, so tired.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:32 pm
"Call...Zinkenite?" Natron's brain hiccuped for a second, before it settled on the most obvious explanation. Irony of ironies, the Negaverse slaughtering someone she cared about was sending this Senshi straight into their arms. He walked over and rested his hands on her shoulders. God, she was so small - about Cait's height, and he flinched away from that thought because if it was her...
"Are you sure? You must have family, friends, people who will miss you wen you vanish." Then, he paused for a moment. "I'm Captain Natron. We've fought twice and we've never properly met." If she was going to be an ally anyway...
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:33 pm
"I'm sure," Persephone replied, and then she laughed softly. "Sailor Persephone, Senshi of Pomegranates and the single most useless moron in the White Moon," she said, and there wasn't even a hint of irony in her introduction. She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Yeah, I have a family, and friends...do you think you could find a way to get a message to them, somehow?" She frowned. "My - my real name is Caitlyn Masters, though that might not...mean anything to you..." She sighed. There was no point, unless she had accidentally stumbled upon a friend.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:34 pm
Natron felt his heart sink. It was as if he'd cursed it the minute he'd thought of her, because now it was obvious, the glamour broken by her admission. He didn't see a stranger - it was Cait in a fuku, Cait covered in blood and looking desperately haunted.
Cait who he'd broken.
"Cait, it's - it's Gabriel," he said softly, and then he wrapped his arms around her, "and I am so, so sorry."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:35 pm
"Gabriel..." How ironic. In the end, it was a friend she had found, to be at her side in the end. That was comforting. Even if there was a good chance she wouldn't remember him. She leaned into the hug and helped on tight, and then she started sobbing. "You have to call him, please, just let me corrupt...it's not your fault, Order failed me and it failed my team and it'll fail everyone in the end and please, please tell Lance and Des and my family and everyone that I'm sorry." Her voice was choked with sobs.
"Please, Gabriel. I can't do this anymore."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:36 pm
Natron stroked her hair, trying not to tear up himself. He couldn't believe that he was really going to do this - to let the girl he considered his baby sister throw he life away. Kill herself, in a way, especially if it was her memories of being Cait that she lost. But he couldn't let her suffer under the yoke of Order, not when it was killing her just as surely. Not when another officer might end her life any time.
Not when Chaos could save her.
"I'll contact him. Zinkenite, right?" At least she'd asked for the General-King he reported to anyway.
He was saving her. That was what he had to tell himself. She was going to be saved.
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