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 Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 12:03 pm
 When she awoke, she woke to the heady scent of roses and water and dirt. She had a headache. Luckily the room wasn't bright. Something was touching her hair. She was resting in someone's lap. It was like a child waking slowly to the world.
Eyelids rose, lavender meeting a bright green blue. Blonde hair. Dark skin, not as dark as hers. Comforting. Thats what she felt, but the face held no meaning. Rose bushes surrounded them. She knew what roses were.
She didn't know where she was.
The headache pounded and pounded and ached and ached. She brought her hand up, back sleeves to run over skin. Her head felt heavy, and she was sure it wasn't so heavy before. Maybe she was sure? Fingers curled down from her head to her hair and her hair that kept going and going and going.
"Where?" She breathed in, "is this?" There was a sound of some kind of fountain. bushes and bushes of flowers beyond her gaze that she could see. The strangers lap oddly safe and comforting. She turned her head. "Who are you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 12:55 pm
It took Amazone some time to come to, but Stellerite didn't mind. She sat in the woman's garden, combing her fingers through dark locks while being mindful of the golden headpiece. When the woman in her lap began to stir her fingers stopped moving and she held her breath, waiting to see how she would react.
She had heard that memory loss could come when she brought someone over but it was so subjective or a case by case.
She wondered how Amazone might have fared.
"Good morning, oasis," she said softly, like a mother might to her waking child. "You worried me, I thought you weren't going to wake up." It was a lie, but she sounded convincing.
"Don't you remember? It's me, Stella. I saved you and brought you home and asked you to join me on the right side of things." She pouted at Amazone, looking deflated at the idea she might not be remembered. "I've been waiting for you to wake up."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 7:34 pm
She wasn't sure, but the voice was sweet and somewhat sad. The woman was looking at her with a pout and that was something that Amazone didn't understand. How come she was pouting? Waiting for her to wake up?
Her gaze moved around again, before settling back on the blondes. She shifted until she was on her knee's, and delicate brown hands came to cup the blonde's chin.
"Don't look like that!" She tilted her head, "I'm awake now." A pause, "Stella...." The name resounded in her head and she felt something, like when an echo bounced back. It wasn't unpleasent. It was comforting. She looked at the arms before reaching to wrap her arms and lay her head on Stella's chest.
"Aren't I on the right side of things?" She waited, "Was I not?" She stopped again, "Who am I? I didn't mean to keep you waiting."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2018 11:31 am
The smile the general offered was soft, tentative. It was a smile she'd learned and mastered, capable of making it look genuine when she looked back at the newly minted corrupt.
Amazone settled back against her and Stellerite let her fingers trace designs into the woman's back. She had to move the thick, dark hair out of her way to do so and she found herself curious about what corruption did to a senshi that made their hair change to that.
"It's alright, you're awake now," she reassured, letting some of her weight press into the smaller woman. "You're on the right side of things now," she added.
"You weren't but it doesn't matter, you're here with me now Amazone. On the right side, at my side."
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2018 9:29 pm
Stella could've frowned and beat her and Amazone would probably still cling to the woman. She felt odd. It was true. It was hard to awaken with no memories and not understand what was going on. If Stella was here, and waiting, then she needed to ask the right questions to the woman.
Whatever they may be.
"How come I wasn't on the right side of things?" She moved her head, "Was something wrong? Was I taken?" She had so many questions and her body ached all over.
"I hurt all over. I don't remember my name." She looked down. "I don't remember....a lot of things."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2018 9:10 am
"Because it took me a bit to find you and someone, someone who lied to you got to you first." Stellerite's practiced smile faltered prettily, shifting into the pursing of lips like she was recalling a sour memory.
"The details don't matter too much, I don't want you to strain yourself trying to remember things that don't effect us any longer, okay?" It was half a question an half a statement, a direction she expected to be followed because she didn't have all the answers she needed and the best lies were constructed from truths.
"It's a side effect of coming over to my side, it's okay. We'll make new, better memories," she assured her senshi. "We'll pick a good, new name for you for your new life. Like this, you're Amazone and I'm Stella."
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2018 3:10 pm
Amazone nodded, against the woman's chest. She didn't feel like she didn't have to not trust her. In fact, Amazone felt that whatever Stella said WAS the right choice.
"Okay! I don't need to remember anyways!" Amazone agreed, making sure she verbally said it because just nodding wasn't an affirmination. She didn't feel like remembering anyways, it just hurt too and that wasn't nice or fun. She wanted nice things and fun things.
She didn't know why though.
"I like that!" She reached up to touch Stella's chin, almost hesitantly. "You're gonna name me too." She waited and then as if it happened automatically, the glamour of Amazone faded away. The long hair, the outfit that reminded her of genies and desert. Instead she was in a plain dress, much too plain to be seen with Stella.
"This is not Amazone!" She almost stared in awe, "What kind of name do you want to name me?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 9:24 am
Stellerite made a mental note to record the after-effects of a forcible corruption in the journal she always carried with her, from Alkaid. Record keeping was important, it meant that she could adjust things as needed to better suit her needs.
Right now, forced corruption and the memory loss that came with it was favorable for her. At least in the instance of Amazone, who needed to not remember the negative aspects of their 'relationship'.
With Amazone no longer powered, it was easy for Stellerite to scoop her up and craddle her. "If you'd like," she answered, head tipping to chase some sort of thought. "Omorose, I think would be a good name, but we'll settle details later."
Rising to stand, Stellerite thought long and hard about where to go. "For now, let's get some rest, it's been a long night." With that, she teleported away.
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