Destiny City was empty after the ambush on the Negaverse's celebration. What agents that were still left whole combed the streets and a city-wide lock down was put in place. Anyone left on the streets for the remainder of the day was immediately incarcerated. There was no choice but to stay indoors.
Even then, things were hardly normal. The radio did not play. The television broadcast no channels. The internet was down. Phone service was down more often than it was up.
The next morning, everything was normal again.
Or, at least, as normal as things could ever be in Destiny City.
They were pretending like yesterday hadn't happened, and they had a new celebration to erase the devastation of yesterday.
The announcements were everywhere. It was on every station, every channel, all over the newspapers.
They were still celebrating total defeat over the forces of Order.
Only, today they were broadcasting a public show.
The judgment of criminals. The trial and sentencing. They had rallied their prisoners, old and new, and lined them up on stage. Those that could still power up, were, though they were not a threat. Those that could not stood on stage, devoid of their secret identity. Rift Crystals capable of suppressing magical abilities were attached to chains that bound their wrists and ankles. They had all been sufficiently drained, and should anyone have attempted to act out, the Negaverse was prepared to slaughter them.
There was only the illusion of mercy.
General Kenisite had not been involved in the fight. He was not a fighter, and was among those who bore no bruises, bandages or casts. He had a list of names corresponding to the order the terrorists were lined up on stage.
The conditions those who had been captured had been kept in were deplorable, and while Kenisite looked striking on television, the cold, filthy cells their enemies had left them less than pristine. Many of their injuries had been untreated, and some were looking sickly and weak.
They were given no sympathy. Kenisite cleared his throat and looked towards the camera. He had given several speeches today, all on the importance of loyalty, the diminishing threat of terrorists, and the promise of protecting the city. The sentencing was no secret, and today, justice would be served.
"This day," he began, "Is another day that will be marked in history. On this day, we have captured some of the most wanted criminals the world has ever known. And on this day, we give the world the justice it deserves. The Negaverse has made a promise to this world, to protect it from all threats. The Senshi, the Knights—the terrorists—were the greatest threat. But they are a threat no longer. Today, the Negaverse gives them a choice. We will not stand by and let them tear our city apart. To hurt our loved ones. To challenge the safety we live in."
Now, he looked towards those bound on the stage. "Your time is over. You cannot fight, you cannot resist. We will not let you stand in the way of progress for any longer. But the Negaverse is not unmerciful. Though you are abominations—creatures born into a lost cause, the Negaverse will forgive you. You need only ask. You may join us," he said, tone sympathetic. "And we will save you. You may join us, and we will train you to be better. We will let you live, and you may stand by us and atone for your past crimes. But."
His tone shifted, and his posture grew defensive. "…Should you deny our generous offer, you will be sentenced accordingly. Please note, there is only one punishment for your crimes. If you do not choose to atone for your crimes, you will repent with your life."
There was a platform, across the stage. Several General Kings and Queens stood, ready to issue the punishment.
If they would not corrupt, they would die.
Kenisite allowed this to sink in for a moment, and then seemed to ignore the camera altogether. "You," he said, looking to the nearest prisoner—the first in the line of many. They would go through each one individually. Today would be a long day, but it would be a meaningful one. "Step forward. Your time of sentencing is now."
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OOC Rules and Information
ANY character may participate in this. You may be in the crowd, watching. You may be on stage, ready for sentencing. You may be guarding the prisoners. If your character has been accused of being a traitor to the Negaverse, they are to be sentenced. All Order characters are to be sentenced. Rebellious civilians are to be sentenced. Enemy DMC are to be sentenced. If you have crossed the Negaverse in any way, it is safe to assume that you could be on stage. If your character escaped capture, they may be watching in the crowd, unpowered. Any suspicious persons will be immediately detained, so if you do not want to wind up in prison or worse, it's best to lay low! This is the final roleplay for the meta. If you would like your character to receive sentencing or view sentencing, you may post here. There will be no new roleplays started after this point in time ICly. If you would like to start new roleplays, this is fine provided they are backdated to have occurred prior to this broadcast! If you would like your character to be sentenced, you need to post the following! Their powered name would be called, and they would be prompted, "Will you repent with your actions or your life?" to which they have the option of corrupting or being killed. You may choose either, and either puppet an NPC officer to kill or corrupt you, or have permission from another player to have their character (provided they are of appropriate power levels) complete the task. If killing your character, you may choose the method of death, however this is to be performed on stage. Please be respectful and, if including anything too graphic, please post a warning at the top of your post so that players are prepared. If corrupting your character, a General King or Queen will corrupt them. The restraints will be removed and they will be praised and escorted off the stage. Transcendants, you must make this choice also! While you cannot be forcibly corrupted, you may choose be corrupted. While this is an unlikely option in present day, with the overwhelming power of Chaos in the future, they have the ability to pump enough power through you to sever the bond with your planet. Your homeworld or wonder will begin to die almost immediately and may worsen to the point of implosion! DMC, you too much choose to be inducted into the Negaverse or be killed! While Chaos energy already flows you, you must choose to submit your will to Metallia and give her claim over your starseed if you want to live! This roleplay will be open until the evening of Friday, the 10th. Please direct any questions to the mule or the Meta Q&A!
Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 12:21 pm
The Glitnir that appeared on stage today looked significantly different from the Glitnir that had sailed into battle with a cheery expletive on his lips just the day before, and not just because some a*****e lieutenant thought it would be funny to saw off his ponytail. (You'd better take damn good care of that. I only spent what, thirteen years working on it? he wanted to quip while that jackass held him down and sawed away with his borrowed captain buddy's weapon. But of course, he was in no position to do such a thing.)
He had been good at keeping a brave face for five years, even after the loss of both his sisters to the Negaverse and the uncertain fate of his parents. Today, all facades came crashing down. Every drop of grief and exhaustion that had come with the past five years had etched itself on his tired face. His outer state finally reflected his inner one. He was exhausted and resigned to whatever fate would meet him at the end of this melodrama.
He was keenly aware that he was the first in a long line of prisoners, and that General-King Kenisite, that smarmy b*****d who had the nerve to tell him he could send his more zealous students to city hall for Negaverse recruitment at that gathering not so long ago, was looking right at him. He wouldn't recognize him as that curious teacher, most likely, but if he had checked certain records and put two and two together, he would know that Silas Bright, beloved Meadowview teacher, and Glitnir Squire of Mars were one and same. Maybe that might encourage them to keep him as one of their numerous propaganda mouthpieces. Not that he cared anymore.
His name was called. "Glitnir, Squire of Mars." The choice was given: "Will you repent with your actions or your life?"
"Do whatever the hell you want with me," came his response.
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I would prefer corruption for Glitnir! If you want to step right up and corrupt him, be my guest!
Kazenite stood before her former mentor with one hand on her hip while the other one hung at her side gripping the hilt of her bow-blade. Oh how the mighty shall fall she mused while waiting for his name to be called.
In truth it left a bitter taste in her mouth seeing him bound as he was and the fire in his eyes all but diminished as his time to speak drew near. Once a proud and powerful General King, now a mere man in fancy layered clothes. Their battle had ended in a draw, with both of them facing the potential loss of someone they had each promised to protect. Yet it was in that final moment she had made a choice to flee, forfeiting her claim on the General Kings life and leaving his capture to some lowbie officer and mob of youma.
I should have been the one to bring you in. She thought, furious at herself for not returning to finish the deed. Teal eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the ashen blonds bowed head.
“Glitnir” she heard the squires name called out before he was given his ultimatum. Our choice hmm… Kazenite shifted her weight from one leg to the other. In her minds eye it wasn’t worth corrupting someone unless it was completely forced upon them; and given his wording it seemed he honestly didn’t give a damn. Pity she shrugged and rolled her eyes, blank slates seemed to be more compliant and offered less of a chance to revert back to old ways or seek out old alliances.
However if nobody else stepped up to take this Knight of Mars under their wing and assume responsibility for whatever becomes of him, it would leave her with little to no choice but to seal his fate with the edge of her blade. The teal haired woman’s hands had been stained red from all the lives she had taken over the past five years, adding one more to the tally would make little to no difference.
Sami-Fire
:> heart thank you. She won't kill him since you requested corruption. So she'll stay put unless you say otherwise.
Sleet Tempest Snape
Sirene Naiads
Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 4:42 pm
Some thought Shadeite lacking in mercy, quicker to kill than to corrupt, preferring death over softer ways. These people were both right, and quite wrong. She had little humanity left to feel the pity required to give mercy, that much was true, but that did not mean she actively sought death for all. No... more often, she saw death as a waste of resources, of lives that could have been better turned to the benefit of the Negaverse and her own far reaching plans. She killed because there was no choice, because the effort expended to preserve it out weighed the gain to be made. When Glitnir offered the assembled the choice of his fate, there was really only one answer to give him.
While others might be thinking of ways to bring him death, the nondescript Shadeite stepped forward in a smart pace, heels clicking against the stage as she approached the captive. Dropping a hand from where she had them clasped behind her back when she finally stood before the knight, she looked him square in the face as she reached forward and slid her hand into his chest.
"Metallia calls you to serve. Serve well and reap the rewards." She said in a bland voice, as though reading from a que card. That was all the warning he got before pure chaos energy exploded into his chest in a great gout of blackness, flooding him in a rush as the General-Queen forced corruption upon him.
It took mere moments for her to overwhelm his starseed and turn it to Chaos. When the task was completed with the same efficiency that she did anything. Shadeite pulled her hand back and set it behind her back once more, turning smartly on her heel to pace back to her place with her peers, never once turning back to see if anyone took charge of the new officer.
When the knight had been corrupted, the next name on the list was called.
"Princess Ida."
The woman who made her way forward to the rattle of chains and crystal looked about as far from a princess as one could. The threadbare scrubs she wore were torn and stained with blood and dirt. Her dark hair trailed from its thick braid in straggling bits and clung to the sides of her face over the purple of bruises. One lip was split from her struggles during the fight and the wounds given by the teeth of youma decorated her legs and arms in gruesome display.
Despite her appearance, Ida's dark eyes were clear and calm as she stared at her keepers, her lips pressed together in a determined line. She had refused to power up for them... to done clean clothing and hide the damage they had done to her. Let them, and all the world, see her as she truly was... a very young woman, who had devoted her life to serving others, who had been a nurse before she had been a princess... who had been little more than a girl raised in the city before she'd even been a senshi. Some in the crowd might even know her from those many years ago when she had lived on their street and they had bought flowers from her father's shop. Let them all see the glory of the Negaverse as they condemned a weak, helpless girl with blood on her clothes and dirt in her hair.
"Will you repent with your actions or your life?"
Ida lifted her head as the ultimatum came and she cleared her throat, dry from a night spent in the dark and cold, crying for the lives she had lost. There were no more tears left, now. Nothing but resolve and acceptance.
"I choose Death over Corruption." She said firmly, though her voice came rough and grating from her cracked lips.
Death will be a blessing you never intended... it would be living on, alone, that would be the real torture. She thought as a general approached her, his sword in hand. She met his eyes for a moment, saw him flinch, and then she closed them, calling to mind memories of the past.
There was no poetry for Ida, no songs, no words to describe her end. Instead, there was only the thoughts of moments where she had come the closest to happiness. Holding Bohlinia's hand as they sat together by the fire. The touch of Hver's lips against her knuckles. Naer's arms around her as he hummed her to sleep. Faust purring against her neck as she held him over her shoulder. Shangri-la's fingers stroking her face.... Her father kissing her hair, her brother giving her a rough one-armed hug...
Sudden pain pierced her as something sharp slid into her chest, seeking between ribs for the beating heart inside. It lasted only a moment as the sword drove home and then there was nothing.
Ida crumpled as the general pulled his sword free and her body was quickly cleared from the stage to make way for the next on the list.
Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:47 pm
"Bifrost Transcended Knight."
The Knight of Chronos stepped forward, head held high. Earrings jingled in her ears as she moved, the cloth brushing softly against itself. Her shoulders ruffled and she took a breath. The young woman stepped to the edge and stopped.
"Will you repent with your actions or your life?"
Bifrost had come home to die. Perhaps if she'd stayed in her Wonder, she would not be standing here. Yet... Chaos would have come for her, like it had come for all of her court. Her court was gone. Her friends, her family, they were long since lost. Her arms were bound tight behind her back, wrists together. She could not throw out a shield, nor call her magic.
Yet Bifrost did not fear death. Her life had been full of wonderment, full of hope and light. She had guided her ancestor back to the Cauldron. She had become part of a small, yet strong family. She'd loved a girl who couldn't love her back. Bifrost had survived her mother. She had survived this. She knew, in her heart, that someday everything would be right again.
Her time of rebirth would come.
"I am Bifrost, Gatekeeper of the Bridge. I choose Light, and thus I choose Death. May I find peace in the Cauldron." By the Bifrost and all she protects, and the Surrounding, let my soul find peace and be reborn. Her tattoos, the markings branding her as Transcended, flared and she expelled all the energy built up within her limbs. It washed out from her, a simple warm feeling of something long since lost to anyone in Destiny City.
Hope.
Bifrost died with a smile on her lips, a knife stuck through her heart.
Glitnir had made his choice by refusing to make a choice at all. That didn't keep him from gasping and reflexively jerking in his bindings when Shadeite's hand slipped through his chest. Anything that made a person cognizant of where exactly their soul sat in their body and of the fact that it was bound to a physical object was inherently frightening. The shout of sharp discomfort (not pain, it was different than pain) was also a reflex. He could feel the great darkness rush into him in a violent spurt, bathing his starseed in a thick, inky blackness. His body reacted to the assault on his soul and frantically attempted to recalibrate itself; he thought for a moment that he was going to become violently ill all over a General-Queen's shoes. A sickly tingle spread throughout his body, and he felt a rush of hot and cold all over. The world swayed and twisted and warped around him, and for just a moment, everything went black.
When his vision returned to him, the turbulence had settled, like a drink settling after being stirred. He blinked, shook his head, felt the dizziness fade. He looked down. What was with these clothes? Some black toga-thing? He didn't remember ever having something like this in his wardrobe. In fact, he didn't even remember how he got here. Someone owed him some explanations.
As if flowing into the space vacated through the loss of his powered memories, realizations came to him one by one. He was a teacher at Meadowview High School. Had he found something objectionable about the material at some point? He had a vague feeling that he had, and that was incredibly confusing. What could have ever been wrong with the material? It all made sense now. He was born to teach, to teach the truth of this world, to spread the good word! He couldn't help it, the thought made him smile.
As two lieutenants undid his bindings and escorted him off the stage to a cheering crowd, the grin stayed on his face. Why did it seem like something had been wrong before? He couldn't find anything wrong at all. Everything made perfect sense. This was how life, no, the world was supposed to be! Eastasia was always at war with Eurasia!
One of the Negaverse's brightest new demagogues was led off the stage and into their future. Praise be to Metallia.
Bluefire Dragonz
Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 9:30 pm
Seireitei held her head up high as she was lead onto the stage. She was minor compared to the others on stage. But she had somehow managed to survive to this freak show. To the scumbag that pushed her to her knees, she bared teeth and a low growl came out. The optimistic woman who had held on to hope so tightly had been reduced to a basic animal that was cornered with no hope of survival. She knew what she would choose.
For anyone that did know her, she was nearly unrecognizable. One eye was completely swollen shut and her skin was covered in bruises and cuts. It looked like she had been in constant fights, she had. Seireitei fought against her captors no matter how hopeless everything seemed. Tears rolled down her face as she remembered the promise she had made to herself. That she would fight to the very end, that she would take out as much of them as she could before dying.
"Seireitei, Page of Neptune." Her nostrils flared in agitation and anger. "Will you repent with your actions or your life?"
There was no hesitation on her lips. "I will not give myself to you. I'll die a thousand times before I do that."
She looked up the sky, not wanting to possibly see a familiar face in the crowd. Her time had come. She had done her best. May my soul find peace and my future life beat the chaos back. With how battered her body was, it was no surprise that she almost died without knowing she had been killed. A look down at the metal sticking out of her chest was her clue before darkness swallowed her.
Though Hugbell was a princess, she didn't stand there in her guise. Instead she was standing there as Istas Holywell. Her eyes narrowed and seeking out those in the crowd she knew. She was searching for one man, and only one.
Standing there sullen, her clothing was tattered. Blood stained it, and she was dirty. Soon a man came to stand in front of her, he was inspecting her and allowed as if he'd been asked a few moments. "Hugbell. Will you join us or will you choose death?"
He moved closer to her, "Sweetie. . . Please." He whispered, causing Istas to look suddenly at him attempting to jerk away when he touched her face. "Power up, let us protect you. We can protect your mother too."
He then glanced back towards the rest of those gathered, "Make her Transform. I want to corrupt her. Bring her to my side, she'll listen to me."
"P-papa?" She questioned, seeing his familiar smile. Noticing his hair, his eyes. Everything was there, everything was right. She stood there looking horrified. He had been taken to their side, she knew he had. The Negaverse unchained her long enough to prod her. Though the teenager didn't seem willing to power up.
"ISTAS, do as I say. Now be a good little girl and Power up." He crossed his arms sternly looking at her.
Istas looked around at the crowds and everyone. Many had already died, more to follow. The teenager sucked in a breath and pulled her pen to transform. Finally from her eternal fuku to her princess dress she changed and stood there with a small stuffed bear in her arms. "Are you happy now?" She asked looking at her father. "Is this what you wanted, proof your little girl was really on the winning side?"
She asked, looking at him causing the negaverse to balk and try to slap the chains back her on. However, her father stopped them. "Is this what you wanted Papa?"
"She can't do any harm. She only has a stuffed animal." He said eyes still narrowed and finally a firm slap across her face as she continued to talk. "Istas - Princess Hugbell. Do you choose to join me and repent for your misbehaving or do you choose death!?" He asked her loud enough where all the crowd could hear.
The child recoiled from the slap, her father had never struck her. A hand moved to her face as tears began to slip down. He was really one of them. "H-how could you?" She asked. "How could you abandon your wife and your child? To choose them, to choose evil ove--"
"ENOUGH" He shouted, "What is your choice?"
Hugbell looked at him tears still streaming as she pulled herself back up into the most diplomatic stance she could bring. "I. Will. Never. Join. You." She answered.
"Kill me now. I don't care how. DO it yourself. If you hate me so much. You can torture me, kill me slowly. Do what you like, rip out my starseed and crush it. But you better can live what you have to do Papa. With your choice not mine." She stood there tall offering she'd sat the bear on her shoulder and spread her arms out inviting him to do as he pleased. "Can you do it? Or will you too be killed by those vicious monsters, because you were too weak willed papa?"
Hugbell, somehow deep inside hoped that her father would make the right choice. She hoped that he could, that he would join her and together they both could die.
It seemed like an eternity passed as daughter faced off with father on the stage before suddenly, the man moved and pulled her starseed causing the teenage princess to gasp in pain. He looked at it, turning it over in his hand and inspected it. A pure crisp yellow glow came from the little starseed, and he looked towards his daughter who's eyes had gone lifeless. To force her to corrupt or to kill her. It seemed the moments and the silence began to pregnate as he stood there with the choices and the Officers were standing there watching him. Ready in case he didn't act accordingly.
Slowly his fingers curled around the starseed and as he tightened his grip he could tell there was almost a pain that swept through his daughter. He closed his eyes and sighed, "You made the wrong choice dear." He whispered as he closed his fist tightly and the princess crumpled. The man let the dust from the starseed float into the air form his hand. As the guards moved to pick her up he stopped them. Trying to hide his face, his tears. He picked up her lifeless body and taking care he picked up the stuffed bear too. "This one's mine." He murrmurred as he walked off stage with care.
Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 8:24 am
Tears streamed from her face while the woman yelled from the spectator's gathering, waving her arms in fits of passion while her voice, so weary and torn, struggled to sound above the rest. Her stiletto boots were muddied, her tights decorated with splatters of dirt and blood, and her skirt sat rumpled and torn against legs almost too tired to stand. She looked hardly different than the survivors, the captured souls that they now paraded on toward death. And as the procession went on, ploddingly and purposefully, so did her tears.
Her tears of joy.
Stara Maslina never slept between battle and execution, her body still vibrant with the thrill of battle and absolute victory. She volunteered to guard the prisoners that night, to expend the rest of her vibrant energy in taunts and trials and endless pacing to watch the lot of them in their cells. Cowering, crying, defying... Each faced the prospect of the end in different ways - and she recognized each of the symptoms for what they were: perfect images of the Kübler-Ross model. Each mourned the death of others or their own death in a means accelerated when facing judgment day, the following morning. And surely enough, as dawn broke across the bars, the time came for execution.
And Stara was one of the first to line up for the end of these wretched souls.
"Kill her!" She shouted hoarsely from her muddy location, while she jumped up and down for a measure of height above the taller in the crowd. On stage, she spied a woman hardly more than a girl, done up in scrubs and matted hair, who Stara now knew as Transcended Princess Ida. And surely enough, a wet stab of satisfaction ensued followed by the clarion ring of metal loosed from her chest. The deed was done, and her body rolled unceremoniously from the stage. Idly she wondered if they would fine her for reclaiming the girl's hair ties as small souvenirs to a glorious day. Probably, she figured, but it was worth the attempt.
Next came a teenager she'd never seen before, identified as Princess Hugbell. Luckily a show ensued, as her apparent father approached from the stands. Oh, how touching, she thought, elated. She gets to face her daddy in her final moments. How touching! "No!" She screamed at the command to force the girl to transform. "Kill them all! Kill her! Your daughter's dead! Alien abduction! Kill her! Kill her!" With each yell, her voice grew more hoarse, but it offered little resistance to Stara's driven urge to see the remainder as extinct. And surely enough, as the girl adopted the form of a princess, her auric energy spilling over Stara's senses, the general loosed a wail of rage.
And soon, the suspense came to a head while the man turned over the starseed, the glow still vibrant with life. "Kill her!" Stara wailed one last time, and finally the man crushed the starseed in palm, reducing the princess into nothing more than a crumpled corpse. Stara managed a last shout of triumph, of support for the man, before he edged offstage with what remained of her daughter.
"More! More!" Stara clapped with hands outstretched above her head to encourage the systematic death procession.
Mimisbrunnr Transcendent Knight of Mercury stood with her head held high. Some of the others showed in civilian garb, but she refused to do so. As far as she was concerned, to be less was to dishonor the deaths of her students, all of whom would still be alive were she anything but incorruptible.
And besides, being Mimisbrunnr gave her strength. Talaitha Lovel had been a shrinking violet, a shy academic who would not have stood tall even with her injuries and would certainly never have participated in a revolution against a corrupt government. Mimisbrunnr was so much more than that. Mimisbrunnr was thousands of years of magic. Mimisbrunnr was as much the solid walls of her library and the books contained within and the waters of her Well as she was a human being.
Tali might die, but Mimisbrunnr would not.
"Mimisbrunnr Knight of Mercury." A voice called. She stepped forward, head held high and eyes sharply scanning the crowd from behind her visor. "Will you repent with your actions or your life?"
"It doesn't matter," she replied sharply. "You think you've broken us - that you've won. But you haven't. Others will rise to take our place - until the Earth is free! And even though it might take a thousand years for the light of Order to glow again, it will always shine again. So kill me now, today, but there will always be another Mimisbrunnr. We'll peke fighting, and we'll keep coming back, and one day, no matter how many cycles it takes - one day we'll beat you back."
A General's blade sank into her chest, but it wasn't until it was yanked out that she finally crumpled to the ground.
Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 10:15 am
He had gone to the Resistance's final strike knowing that it would be his final battle. Had gone, with the full knowledge and acceptance that he would die there so when Liryn had sacrificed him and the youma had overwhelmed him, Athene had succumbed to the inevitable knowing that at least he had put his all into the final fight.
But when he had woken after what he had thought would be the final blackness, it had been to cold, filthy walls of a holding cell and in the long slow seconds of the night that passed, it had slowly dawned that the Negaverse weren't finished with him yet.
It wasn't Athene that appeared on stage but rather Arian, bruised and battered from his final fight, his slight frame weighed down by the rift crystal-enhanced chains that 'adorned' both wrists and ankles.
And it was Arian, who got to watch as allies chained in the line both old and new were forced forward to make a mockery of a choice.
The first was a Mars Squire who was quickly corrupted.
The second was Ida, once his team mate and one of the PSSG founders, her brown eyes resolved and her voice firm as she chose death over corruption.
The line continued, bodies falling as more and more of those in front of him made the choice to choose death over the Negaverse's brand of corruption.
And then quite suddenly it was his turn, no others in front of him, as the bodies of Princess Hugbell and a Knight were taken from the stage.
He moved forward, even as the voice once again spoke, but this time the name was his.
"Prince Athene, your time of sentencing is now"
And as he took what he knew I was to be his final steps, Arian made a silent plea before turning to face the speaker.
Athene... Please grant me your strength. Please for this one last time.
"Prince Athene - will you repent with your actions or your life?"
He looked up, it just figuring that the other would be taller than his 5'3" frame... Not that it mattered - he had been dealing with taller people for most of his life and he wasn't going to let the height difference intimidate him - not now at this last time.
"Thank you for your undoubtedly generous offer," his voice was quiet at first, but as he continued speaking he pitched his voice at a pitch to make sure that it would be heard, the obsequious politeness just right to make the sarcasm unmistakable in the British accent that had never quite gone away. "But I must respectively decline. After a joining a group of baby-drainers and child-murderers doesn't really sound like my style and I refuse to bow to someone who thinks that the ability to molest chest cavities is good and normal..."
He kept his voice polite and reasonable-sounding as he spoke, surprised that they had let him speak for so long... But no matter he had more where that came from in what was his version of a polite 'F-off' to the Negaverse's idea of 'generosity'.
Matisha
want to shut him up?
Bluefire Dragonz
quoting to let you know that I blame you for doing it this way xD
The question of how he did it, wasn't much of a question at all. Niflhel had sneaked off a letter to Polaris with her pen. Warning her Order had fallen and with the story of her death, hopefully many will have forgotten her, and he, he asked her to believe in him to look for him. Of course, he'd hoped everyone thought he was crazy when he'd shouted to Snowball for the pen as they were captured.
He stood there watching as one by one deaths came very few corrupted, he swallowed hard looking towards Snowball. "You understand what we talked about?" He asked. Having made a point that Polaris was to look for both of them when the time was right.
Snowball looked up at Niflhel as he was shoved for talking. Snowball gave a slow nod from where he was being held. "I. . . hope you know what you're doing." The cat said softly wincing as the agent shuffled him.
"Even if we don't remember." He whispered, Niflhel had stayed powered, never powered down. Though he wrote two words on a piece of paper and hid it away in his sleeve. If nothing else, he hoped that Polaris had gotten their family off this forsaken rock. While her home world may not have been much better, it was better than stuck in a world with no hope. He'd also shoved off a small note to one Castor, unsure if Pollux was with him too but included the brother in the message. To let them know Polaris would be on her own home world. Weather they cared or not, was up to them, but he still left that small message off just hours before the final hurrah.
It wasn't long until they'd finished with Athene . . . "Knight Niflhel of Saturn and Guardian Cat Snowball." The irony of the pair being called up together. Niflhel had hoped that everyone was safe, as he and the cat were shoved on stage. Both to face the squadron. "Niflhel, Snowball. . ."
Niflhel didn't give them a chance to finish the question. "We choose corruption. Both of us." He stood there looking pointedly at the crowd and then to the lines of General Kings and Queens. He looked to Snowball as the cat nodded in agreement.
"Corruption. We've realized the . . . errors of our ways." The cat was really hoping that Niflhel knew what he was doing.
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Hi I hope you don't mind. Niflhel sent you an unsigned note informing the bros of Polaris. Though they probably don't know his Signet so they won't know who it came from. =3
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 9:13 am
I choose Death over Corruption
A lady’s voice was calling out in foggy head followed by mass amounts of cheering. People were screaming and calling for more. More blood, more dead, more corruption. Why the heck was she at a party of all places?
Red eyes slowly fluttered open and began to focus on the pale walls and the dark currents that were drawn closed to keep out the sun. There was no one else there. Then where were the voices coming from?
“"I am Bifrost, Gatekeeper of the Bridge. I choose Light, and thus I choose Death. May I find peace in the Cauldron”
A male voice this time. Just as determined as the female’s voice and followed by just as much ruckus. What in the world was going on? And how dare it bring her back to the waking world.
“So you’re alive afterall?” A third voice nearly purred as it spoke. This one was much closer and lacked the mix of excitement and fear that the others had carried. A sudden preasure next to her side told the woman she was no longer alone. “I told Kazenite I made no promises that you would even make it through the night. Yet here you are. Takes more than a crazed man to kill this bird it appears.”
Slowly, with a groan that said this was taking more effort and energy than she currently had, Corrupt Eternal Sailor Phact turned her head away from the covered window and towards the other side where whatever was talking to her was sitting.
There, the fog began to lift from her vision but in return, her head began to pulse with what promised to be one hell of a headache. Raising her hand up to cover one eye from the background light, Phact groaned again with what should have been a simple statement “What the hell happened?”
Xyla the cat walked up the side of the bed and sat next to Phact’s head, blocking the light from the television behind her. “You died. Or well, you would have had Kazenite not acted. Do you not remember?” Xyla’s paw stretched out and tapped Phact’s body just above the wrappings that now covered her abdomen.
Wincing at the tenderness of the surrounding area, Phact’s eyes closed sharply and only one half way opened looking at Xyla’ with a ‘did you really have to do that’ face.
As the pain subsided, her other eye opened and Phact slowly glance around. “Where is Kazenite anyway?”
The cat need not speak as she stepped aside, blinding the bird for a moment as the TV screen showed the General Queen in all her glory. She was standing on a stage, smiling as another cheer went up. The camera’s quickly zoomed out to show the rest of the captured men and women. “Xyla, what did I miss?”
As the cat turned around and sat, gazing back at the screen, her tall feel over Phact’s upper chest in a strange, protective manner. “The traitors are being given a choice. Join us or die.”
Both watched in silence as a knight of mercury fell to the ground. One by one they were dropping but every so few, one would welcome the offer of change. Phact could feel her own hole in her chest tightening as she watched a live corruption take place. She too experienced it and now, she was granted life once more. Those they chose death, she wondered what drove them. But the more she wondered, the stronger her headache grew.
And then she saw him. General King Benitiote. Standing before the people he once supported as a traitor to them all. Still, he held his head high, refusing to bow. It was Xyla’s voice of ‘Oh how the mighty have fallen” That broke Phact’s simple thought.
A grunt was her answer as the camera rolled away and scanned the crowd. “Do you really think this is it? That we won?”
Xyla purred as she laid down next to the injured bird’s hand and nuzzled it for head scratches. “Nothing is ever final.”
With those words, the two continued to watch the events play out, wondering what Kazenite would say about it all when she returned home from her duties.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 9:55 am
General Lamorinite had been watching the progression with a permanent smirk plastered on his face. Things had been going exceedingly well for the General King and this little event was the icing on the cake. Not only had they destroyed the enemy HQ in one swift swoop but the fools had willingly tried to ambush them in retaliation only to end up sacrificing themselves in the process. It was all just too perfect.
Lamorinite had of course been the one to throw his support for this little gathering, where others had claimed that their captives should be corrupted out of sight the General King had voiced his opinion that it was only right to send a message to the people. One that was not only “we protect you against these terrorists”, but “look what happens when you oppose us”. It was soon pleasingly apparent which the mayor had decided upon.
Now he stood proudly as the prisoners were led past him one by one. His boys scattered throughout the crowd cheering and shouting their anger at the enemy. Lamorinite could only hope for more days like this. This was only one victory in the sea of many. With this area’s faction now squashed the others would soon fall too and there would be nothing, nothing, to stop them. This was a proud day…or it would be if the others had listened to his plan to gag each and everyone of their prisoners. Instead they had been treated to an array of sob stories and riveting speeches from the defeated rabble and it was wearing thin on his relatively happy demeanor.
Athene was the next for another verbal pop at his overlords. It was amusing how truthful his accusation were but the crowd would never believe him and if they did happen to believe him they would never show their support. Not now after they had proven what would happen if they fought back. Still....the young boys words could rattle a few cages and he didn’t want a riot on his hands, didn’t want anyone feeling “inspired”.
“SILENCE YOUR LIES TERRORIST! It is you who corrupts the weak and the young, we have seen you chibi Senshi, we have seen them on the front lines dying for your cause!
A wave of boos and sneers was the response as the GK goaded his listens, tempting their anger with more stories before returning his glare onto Athene. It would be no good now to keep this one alive, with his little outburst Athene had essential sealed his own fate. Walking towards the defiant youngster the GK ran a gloved hand through his slicked back hair before reaching down to grab the Lamorinite skull crystal resting on his cane. With a hiss he pulled the sword from its hidden sheaf inside and the blade caught the on its polished sides reflecting the glare into the crowd. An audible intake of breath resounded though the audience as he stepped up and then behind Athene, his face coming close to his right shoulder as he breathed down his ear his arm coming up to rest the blade before the boys neck. “You have lost child. Accept the inevitable for you have failed them all.” His voice was barely over a whisper as he chuckled softly before dragging the blade across Athene’s supple skin, the warm blood flowing down his chest like a waterfall and into the pool at his feet.
The crowd roared in excitement as the body fell with a thud before him and was unceremoniously dragged from the stage.
