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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:47 am
It had taken a great deal of convincing to get Hvergelmir to leave her sitting in the park in favor of dragging the unconscious Zirconia home. But somehow, she'd managed it. Sighing softly, she tipped her face up to the moon and closed her eyes, simply enjoying the inner welling of peace. She still wasn't sure how she'd explain this to her friends still within the Court, but if she could track down Amytis, she was certain that the pink haired senshi would help. And once that was done, she had to find Avacyn and talk to her. So many things would have to change.
Opening her eyes, Chariklo eyed the moon a little warily, murmuring, "I didn't do this for you, so don't go getting any ideas."
Before the ramifications of what she'd done had time to further sink in, she felt a pair of auras approaching. But since neither had the distinctive... tang of the Negaverse, she relaxed a bit and simply waited. Order and Dark Mirror. This would be interesting.
"I'm over here," she called out softly, still too tired to try moving out from the shadows she'd collapsed in.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 12:12 am
The flare of a huge power signature could not help but be noticed here in D.C. Ida felt it and it pulled her attention around.
"What on Earth?" It didn't feel like a senshi royal, or a knight. She knew what Iris felt like, what the bright feel of a purification was like. This was... she didn't know that this was. It felt... Mirror, if anything, but different.
"Did you feel that, Amy? Do you recognize it? Its... I don't know what it is." She said as she turned to the Dark Mirror super she had been searching with. It had been worrying to have her show up, upset, and begging for helping finding a missing Chari. She couldn't have said anything but yes to that worried face and they'd been searching for a while now.
"We should check it out... I don't know if Chari is mixed up in it, but its worth just seeing whatever it was." She said as she reached for the other worman's hand to give it a warm squeeze and start her in the right direction.
The whatever it was seemed to have come from the park... They seemed to be one of the hot spots for powered activity, next to abandoned buildings. Lack of foot traffic at night, maybe. Places to hide.
As they got into the range, she could feel the eternal across the park, see a blonde sitting on a bench. Ida's steps slowed as she frowned, wondering why it looked vaguely familiar.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 11:48 pm
Amytis's heart had been in her throat ever since she'd woken and realized that Arilee wasn't with her. She was glad she had run into Ida in her panic - if there was anyone she could trust, it was the gentle Transcended Eternal. It was still strange to think of her as anything less than a Princess, but she was just as wonderful as she was.
But the strange aura just made her fears worse, and she found herself wanting to wrap her arms around Ida's and press close, but she resisted the urge, squeezing her hands together instead. "I - I don't know, but, maybe..." It felt like it was on the level of a Royal aura, without the comforting nature of Leto's or Remaruqe's. It felt familiar but wrong, and that made it somehow so much worse.
"Yes, we should see." She nodded. Ida's hand in hers was reassuring, and this was easier with a friend at her side. At least if it was something dangerous, there was someone she could trust to help her.
But it wasn't dangerous. Oh no, it was worse. She had started towards the woman on the bench, but as soon as she was close enough to get a good look, she knew who it was. She had lain in the same bed with her for a year (for longer than that, it felt, but some of that was memories of a time yet to be) and she had memorized every inch of her tattoos.
And there couldn't be too many beautiful blondes with "you can't take the sky from me" in Gallifreyan on their chests. The same tattoo, in the same place that Amytis's own rested.
"C-Chariklo?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 5:34 am
Smiling a little to have been proven right that these two would come out looking for her, Chariklo managed to get to her feet and slowly approach, hand out in almost supplication. And this would make things so much easier. Chariklo had a vague notion that Amytis knew Ava. And someone would have to tell Ava she wasn't safe in the old house.
"Hey gorgeous," she said in a soft voice before finally closing the distance and flinging her arms around Amytis. Closing her eyes, she held the other woman for a moment, telling herself that this transformation would keep her dearest friend safe.
Opening her eyes, she glanced at Ida and held out a hand to her.
"Hey there, Ida. Thank you for keeping an eye on Amytis for me."
She paused, suddenly not sure what to say. How on earth could she explain all of this adequately?
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 6:31 pm
The call from Amytis drew her up short and she stared at the blonde that rose to meet them. The face and form was familiar, but the power signature was new, the fuku gone from black to a dove grey and pristine white. Could this really be Chariklo? The dark mirror beside her seemed to think so.
Ida watched as the blonde swept Amytis up into a tight hug, still trying to process what had happened while a warmth grew in her chest. Chariklo... purified?
There were so many questions, so many worries waiting to come to the front, but she didn't even know where to start. Reaching out, she took the hand offered to her, squeezing it warmly.
"Chari? What... what happened to you? Are you okay?" That was the most important thing. Was she okay? "How much do you remember? You know who we are, right? Do you remember what your name is when you power down?"
She couldn't remember ever hearing or seeing a DMC purify, so this was... just mind boggling. How? chased itself around and around her head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 10:27 pm
Part of Amytis wanted to cry. The part that won was the part that wanted to hold onto Chariklo and never let go, so that was what she did, wrapping her arms around the Senshi of Seagulls and trying not to cry. She wanted to ask a thousand questions, too, but those could wait; for now she would just be glad Chariklo was okay.
"How?" She asked, settling on one question to start with, because that was important. If Chari could do it, maybe others could too. Maybe she could.
In that moment, her heart ached with the want to. She wanted to run to whoever had purified Chariklo and beg them to do it for her, too, because the idea of being left behind was too much to bear.
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