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 Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 4:09 pm
The rain had become her nemesis.
Ophie could not help but shiver as the rain kept beating down, bouncing off the pavement and drenching anything it touched. A rumbling of thunder could be heard in the background as the skies continued to darken. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself for comfort, but it did little to shield her from the elements. She was sick of this; of having nowhere to go when she needed shelter. It had been months now and her body was bruised, callused, bitten and battered. Her deep brown hair was matted and dull and there was no longer an inch of skin that was not covered in some kind of mark.
Some days were not that bad (she had long forgotten the feeling of a warm bed or clean clothes, so she no longer missed these things), but the rain always made her situation feel more desperate. She pouted and continued to walk down the street, every so often a car would drive past and light the way a little, but as it did water splashed up from the road.
People walked past too, but none of them paid her any attention. It was amazing how invisible you were when you did not have a home or any money, people refused to make eye contact and would rather pretend you were not there. It was like you were dirty, like you made them uncomfortable. Ophie wanted to disappear that day and she well and truly had. She was nobody anymore. She shook her head. No, she became a nobody the moment that Ares...
Anger.
A car broke her off her thoughts as a wave hit her from the roadside. She could not shield her face in time and she could feel the rainwater run up her nose and flood her eyes. The force of it knocked her hood off her head and almost made her lose her balance, but she put her hand on a lamppost and regained her senses before she face planted the ground. Ophie coughed, trying to wipe her face with a damp sleeve. In all honesty could not tell if she had got something in her eye or she was actually crying.
She hated the rain.
She hated Ares more.
She sighed and looked on ahead, already totally soaked she saw no reason to fight with her coat and instead undid her messy bun to let her hair cascade and fall. If nothing else it might clean it a little. Amber eyes caught sight of a man walking towards her from down the street and she shuffled towards the wall as she walked to let him pass.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 7:55 pm
Jett did not pay much mind to the homeless now, unless he was powered. He'd had friends that walked that life, managing a job here and there for long enough to buy them shelter for the month. But then they were back on the street.
Jett knew what happened to the homeless of Destiny City, because he'd thrown enough of them through a mirror that he almost didn't see them as people anymore.
He never let them die, but he didn't do anything to make their lives easier.
But sometimes, things were different. Sometimes there was a little bump in the road that upset the natural order.
Sometimes it was literally a bump in the road.
When the water splashed up, he followed it out of the corner of his eye, but he was entranced with his own thoughts, lost in his own world. It was only a dull nagging from some vague spot in his peripheral—and then, almost as he had walked by her, it clicked and he turned to face the girl who had just let down her hair.
She looked different, but the recognition was immediate, and he nearly dropped the umbrella he was holding.
"—Ophelia?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 8:46 am
Ophie stopped in her tracks, her heart dropped and her breathing stopped the second the sound of her name hit her ears.
She knew who it was, that voice was something she would never forget. She refused to look around, she knew she would lose the moment their eyes met. Jett was always so kind to her and her heart ached to relive that kindness, to thank him for it, but she knew she could never return to him. She had a choice to abandon the court, and she was never going back to that life. She made herself a promise, that she would never act on orders that she did not believe in, she would not take someone's home away from them the way hers was. She never wanted to hurt anybody and she was not going to become a monster because she cared about a few genuinely good souls, the trade off just did not match up.
Jett I am so sorry.
She clenched her fist in resolve and signed deeply. There as only one thing she could do.
Forgive me someday. Okay?
She took a step forward and as soon as her foot hit the ground she started a sprint forward with all her might, pushing another passer by clear out of the way to make room her escape. Ophelia heard him hit the floor and shout obscenities at her but she did not care or pay him any notice. She needed to get out of here, she could not face him, she was not strong enough to face him.
She shook her head and turned the corner - instantly powering up the moment she was out of sight of the general public. A bright light consumed her and before she knew it Mjolnir was the one who was fleeing. A warrior senshi, one who was build for battle, fleeing like a frightened child.
Quicker than before her feet pounded the floor and then the side of one of Destiny cities many tall buildings, she used the fire escape and opposing wall to move upwards towards the roof. Her fight or flight reaction stronger than it has ever been, with each leap she gained distance before the finally landed on the rooftop. She panted and fell to her knees, still not brave enough to look behind her to see where he was. Would he have even bothered chasing after her?
Not him. Not him. Anyone but him. Please, this is cruel.
Jett and Raven,,,
She needed to keep going.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 1:14 pm
Jett's brows narrowed at the avoidance, but he didn't have a shred of doubt in his mind.
"Ophelia," he called, louder and sterner.
Not hearing him was one thing, but that did not look like the action of someone who had not heard him. And that meant she had ignored him.
Worse, rather, she was actively avoiding him.
She ran.
And instinct had taken over for him.
He ran after her, and almost lost her around a corner. Chasing a civilian was one thing, but chasing a senshi was another—and the second he realized she had powered up, he did the same.
Even if only in his Eternal form, he was still faster than a basic senshi.
He was not as familiar with this part of the city as he was others, but he managed. There was only so far that she could run, and she was not fast enough that she was out of his vision. He saw her drop to her knees while he was still full of energy. He knew he could catch her.
She was powered now, so he had to call her by another name, though he waited until he was standing close enough to her to touch to speak; "Mjolnir." Demanding, he asked, "Why did you run from me?"
He did not threaten her, and he did not hurt her, and he did not chastise her.
But he expected answers, and he was going to get them. T e b i k ii I AM SO SORRY, I NEVER GOT A NOTIFICATION FOR THIS AND JUST FOUND YOU TAGGED ME WHEN I WAS GOING THROUGH MY JOURNAL ;;
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 6:28 pm
This was it. She was going to die.
Her eyes glistened with tears, but on her face there was a smile. The whole situation was too much, she could not outrun him, she could not overpower him. This was the end of the line. A part of her wanted to believe Jett wouldnt hurt her no matter what, but did she ever know who he was really? What he was capable of. What his punishment would be when he realised she had gone rogue, betrayed them all, reached out to the white moon.
She closed her eyes and shook away the tears, taking a deep breathe before she composed herself and stood up. She did not turn to face him and instead looked out towards the city.
"I have no business with you... or your court... or..."
She stopped, clenching her fist tightly. The scabs on her knuckles reopening from her previous battle, and causing blood to run between her fingers. She was sure it stung, but she did not notice it if it did.
"S-so please, leave."
Her voice was calm though shaken, but her heart was racing and she could feel a very obvious shiver run up her spine, unable to face him she just braced herself.
She might have to do something extremely stupid.
Oh hell.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 11:53 pm
Remarque's brows were furrowed and his lips pursed. "Mjolnir," he said again, firm still. And then, softer—exasperated, "Ophelia.."
And then he just sighed as he watched her. Even if she tried to run, he could catch her. He took a step back, thinking perhaps that might calm her down. Women and tears were things he wasn't always so good with.
"How can you say that to me?"
Less accusation now, more desperation.
He had worried about this girl. Spent hours, days looking. He hadn't ever considered she had left of her own accord, but this?
"I was worried about you. Raven and I were. My mother was worried about you. You couldn’t leave a note, couldn't phone? —You've business with me, whether you like it or not. I deserve an answer, at the very least, and I am not leaving until I get one."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 10:47 am
"I don't care." Mjolnir snapped, spinning around to face him with a flash of rage in her eyes. How dare he say that word to her.
"Your mother? How do you think MY mother felt?"
Her fist hit her chest as her heart twinged and writhed in pain. Emilie had vanished one day without a word, leaving her mother behind at that institution. She had tried to visit her, but they would not let a stranger through the front door. She screamed and scratched and cried, but all it earned her was a boot to the curb and a guaranteed arrest if she ever returned. From how she acted, she was surprised that they did not institutionalise her as well.
When her mother passed away, there was no family to contact, and she still had no idea where she ended up, if she was buried or cremated. She had no idea where her mother was.
Mjolnir exhaled, she just could not stay mad when she looked at him, he had once given her such comfort but not anymore. She had to hate him now, she should hate him, she kept telling herself.
"I don't owe you anything." Her tone was quieter, more sad than angry. "I think killing me, twice, is enough to pay for any debt I have." She had lost Emilie, but she also lost any chance she had of connecting to Mjolnir. What did that leave her with, Ophelia? She shook her head. Who even was that?
She just could not believe she was stupid enough to believe he cared, this worry, it was all a lie.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 12:00 pm
Jett's eyes narrowed, now. "I didn't do that to you. I didn't take you from your mother, from your life. I took you in," he reminded. "I am not the monster Ares was, I am your friend, and I only ever cared for your well being. I had no control over Ares then, any more than I do now. But if you think for one moment that I would have chosen to take you in the way that she did, you are sorely mistaken."
His words were firm, but there was a softness even his own emotions could not hide. He did not want to yell at her, or to be angry, but he was frustrated that she would throw such words at him.
"I worried for you. I looked for you. I might not have been in your life before the Dark Mirror Court, might not have been able to help you salvage anything, but I tried to help you make the best of it. Why did you never tell me you were having problems? Why didn't you give me the chance to help you instead of—instead of, what, running?" He seemed exasperated now, hurt, even, though he tried to hide it. "When did I ever give you any reason to doubt me? —And what is this about killing you, do you think I'd hurt you? I've never laid a hand against you. I only ever wanted to help."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 1:50 pm
"Yea well, that monster put you and Leto at the head of this court. Jesus Christ Jett, what is this even going on? Do you even know?" Did he know that some of them were still fighting with the Negaverse? That they were still carrying out deeds that were nothing less than morally corrupt? She shook her head and ran her hand through her hair. She did not know if he was hearing her.
"It was easier that way, I am so sick of goodbyes, especially ones that hurt." She did not want to run away again, she did care, but she did not have a choice. All she wanted to do was please him, become someone worth saving, but she knew her actions would only let him down. "I just could not do it anymore. Convert or destroy; we are like a virus. Worse still, many of us are still aligned with the Negaverse - formal agreement or no. Those monsters..." She had been hunting agents for weeks, engaging them in combat whenever the chance arose. She was on the streets and many saw the homeless as an easy source of energy, she had been making it harder. If a DMC came to their defence, she fought them too.
She walked closer to him, she could feel her hands shaking but she hoped that he would listen. She reached up to hover her hands over his shoulders. "So help me... I want to save the people of this city, that should be our priority. Why can't we fight with the White Moon? - I know them, I was one of them!" She felt like she was pleading, and maybe she was.
"If you know we are surrounded by monsters, then we should get rid of them, no matter what colour they wear or who they align themselves with. Even if its our own..."
Jett was a good person, her heart told her that.
Mjolnir's starseed might have been shattered, but her heart never truly left her old life.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 3:06 pm
Remarque looked down at her, and he closed his eyes, forcing himself to bid away any foul emotions. When he relaxed, he looked at her again. "I don't like the Negaverse any more than you do. If we had the power to fight them off, I know we would. But they know who we are. When Ares made her alliance with them, she condemned us. Let them know our every little secret. Invited them into our private lives. I'm not saying there won't be a time to fight them, but it is not now. Not," he looked over his shoulder, as if judging who might be listening, and then he looked back to her and said, quieter. "Not publicly."
He shifted positions. "I saw the future the Negaverse planned for us. We were as disposable as the senshi, to them. I am not ignorant to their end game. They care only for themselves. Make no mistake, if there is any alliance with them, spoken or otherwise, it is born of self-preservation and not a fondness of their goals. You're not wrong. The people here are important. But look at the future the Negaverse has already shown us—even if we are simply aligned with the Senshi and Knights, they still win. Right now we need to find a way off the planet. Not just for us—for them, too. If we could find a way off—if we could colonize some patch of space, make it a safe haven…then no matter what the Negaverse does, we have hope. We have a place we can take the people we care about to safety. That is my plan. The White Moon is misguided and misled. It is in shambles and it is lost. And I think we could help them, but," he shook his head. "They are not all bad. I have allies amongst them. Those I would protect. This is not a war of black and white. It never was. I don't want to see death. That is not my goal. I want to see success. I want to bring about new hope. I want to open doors that were closed to us, that some of us didn't get to have the chance to choose."
He was solemn. "I would reform the Dark Mirror Senshi that I could. Leto has a mind of her own, but I haven't seen much of her. I don't care much for the ones that follow Ares' mentality. I understand some relations with the Negaverse. There are a few I trust. But their numbers are dwindling. What hope I saw in them is fading. Do not think, though, that all hope is lost for our Court. Or for yourself, or your goals. This is my city." He shook his head. "My friends, my family is here. I would not abandon them to the whims of lesser men."
Remarque moved then; he reached out to brush at her cheek. "I thought you were lost to them. I thought some evil in the city had swallowed you up. Say what you want of the Court, but I worried about you. I am glad to see you alive."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 4:25 pm
"That does not mean we shouldn't fight." She insisted. Just because they were outnumbered, did not mean they shouldn't even try. "I am sorry of you think our own are siding with them from self-preservation alone you are... misguided." Some peoples romantic engagements and easily mislead minds got them tangled up in unpleasant business. Thinking that there were no DMC members that joined with the Negaverse of their own free will was rather foolish in her eyes.
"And what about the rest? We can not run off into space and condemn this world: I do not just want to save the people of value to me." Ophie lived on the streets, saw what happened to people forgotten and with nothing. She wanted to save them too, aspiring for anything less did not sit well with her at all. Going off into space, it felt like running away...
"They are misguided? You have just said yourself we are as divided and in need of reform. Maybe you need to look at it differently, you say we might be able to help them, but the truth is we are the ones who need help and I know they can help us. However they won't come near us unless we make it clear that we are not aligned with those..." She bit her tongue and folded her arms with a pout. She finally sighed and left it on: "All hope is lost until we stand together."
"Jett, I am so different to you. I do not have a family to protect anymore, I am just a homeless girl that nobody notices. It might be too risky for you to fight them now, but I do not have anything to loose. I can find us allies in the White Moon, build those connections and wait until you give me a sign. Say I am rogue, that I have betrayed you all if it will save your skin. But I can't play this game, I am a warrior not a politician." She raised her arm to hold her armoured brace, her bloody knuckled and bruises a symbol of how intensely she had been fighting.
"I... do not need your blessing." She sighed, grabbing his hand as it touched her face. She was swallowed by the darkness of this city, but she was trying her best to fight her way out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 5:03 pm
"But you want it, don't you?" he asked, watching her. He did not try to pull his hand back. "Do not think I didn't start this a fighter, and do not think I would go down without a fight. I'm in a position now that requires a little more tact. I can't go around killing people." He wouldn’t, anyway. People were of value. You could always find a use for them, even if they were wicked. "Not as Prince. The Negaverse will see that as an act of war and then they will hunt you down. They will hunt everyone down. But know that I never told you not to fight. I expect you to. You are a warrior. You are a survivor. And you know better than most what this war does to the innocent. You were one."
He was quiet for a few seconds and then continued, "The White Moon is in need of reform. I did not say we were not. I have been making plans and will be executing them soon. I need to know what of our Court is loyal to the Court and who is loyal to themselves. Or worse, the Negaverse. But there are Senshi out there, and Knights, who are still fighting and dying for an ancient loyalty to a queen who cast them out. It would be like fighting for Ares—in her war, when she picked a battle and fled. I am not loyal to Ares. I won't let this Court be lead to slaughter because of her poor decisions. And I won't let the White Moon, either. Now. The problem with making it clear we aren't aligned with the Negaverse is that the Negaverse will see you as an enemy."
Once more, his eyes remained locked to hers. "I will not cast you out. I will not abandon you. If this is what you need to do, so be it. I won't send our Court out against you, and I won't sell you out to the Negaverse. I have allies in the White Moon. You would be wise to find your own. I encourage you to build your connections. They're less likely to slit your throat if you cross them, but there are radicals amongst their numbers all the same."
The concern was there, and real again, despite whatever differences they did have.
"But I would give you my blessing in that venture. And while I can never replace the family you lost, you are dear to me. I would not cast you aside so easily."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 7:40 am
Mjolnir doubted she was ever innocent, or at least she could never remember feeling that way. Even at school when life, even though strange, was at its simplest, she felt a disconnect from people. She was never good at handling relationships and her emotional range seemed to go from uncaring to dependant. "It is why you shouldn't come looking for me. I probably am going to- No, I have done things that are going to really piss a lot of people of. We should not probably even be talking now." It was the peace that came with not knowing. She did not agree with everything Jett was telling her, and she knew deep down if she stayed with him, got closer, he would talk her around and she was not ready to forsake her mission just yet. A little detachment now would save them a whole lot of trouble later, she had always worked better alone, don't better alone.
"It seems like we have enemies everywhere, then." She sighed but let out a small laugh, the DMC really were the grey in this mess. Though in all honesty Mjolnir was not interested in fighting a war, all she wanted to do was continue to protect this city, it was her only homeworld. She let go on his hand and folded her arms, packing up slowly.
"I know you won't... but I can't promise I won't fight our Court if the need arises." It was the truth, one that she needed to make clear from the start. She was not naive, she knew that there were members of the White Moon that were less than pleasant, but you found that in every group. Though admittedly, unlike their own court, she had not run across someone who she would describe as purely evil. "I will be careful. if I make a mistake then thats on me and I will pay for it. When we power up we are almost accepting the chance things can go horribly wrong, I would not be doing this if I was not willing to give up everything for it." Well, what little she had to hold onto. Jett would miss her, maybe Raven would too, but there was nobody else that she had any connection too. It would just be another homeless girl off the streets, people went missing all the time.
"I guess its up to you if you tell them you found me, but I think that if Raven and the others already think I am gone, it would be less painful not to mention it. You will do the right thing, whatever you decide to do." She had always got the impression her and Raven never truly recovered from their heated meeting.
"Thank you, that means a lot. I do not expect you to understand everything I am doing and I have been very selfish. I would be lying if it said it was for all our best interests, especially yours - but when we can stand together more unified, I would like to explain myself fully. So much has happened, and you already know more about me than anyone else. I do care for you too..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 8:48 am
Remarque listened, even when he did not like how the words felt more and more like a final goodbye. But she had her way of doing things, and he had his—and she was alive and that was more than he knew of her. He could worry, still, but at least he didn't have to wonder.
…Until he didn't see her again.
"I can meet you in Mirrorspace, you know. It's safe there." Sometimes. At least, there were places that were safe. "You still have the compact, you can reach me with that. Or my cell number, if you've still got that."
She might choose to walk her own path, but he didn't want her to think she was totally alone.
"…Do you need anything?" He didn't know how much he could offer, aside from pure basics. "Are you set on money? …Just promise me that if you get into a pinch you'll give me a chance to help."
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 3:04 pm
"Yea I do."
She still had the compact, though she had never really used it - neither did she ever venture into mirrorspace unless she 100% needed to. There was something about that place that was unsettling, was it strange she felt that way? Certainly, it should have felt like a second home to her.
Mjolnir sighed and shrugged at the thought.
Compact communication sounded preferable
The brunette smiled at his offer and bowed her head slightly at his offer, a soft and genuine smile painted across pale lips.
"I am okay, really." She did not want to take more from him than she already had. "If I am in a position where that changes though, I will reach out to you... thank you for the offer."
She did not want to cut the tie completely and having at backup plan was never a bad thing. In all honestly she never thought he would react to the situation this well.
"Goodbye, Jett. Don't take too long turning the court on its head, okay? ~ "
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