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 Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 7:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 7:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 7:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 8:30 pm
Solo
Last week, Sidra Winter's had been sure that her life was ending. Sure, she was a pretty suited sailor senshi (whatever that really meant, other than her cute outfit was often a detriment to her and NOT a help) and pretty well liked by others when it came to school. But last week, she had kissed a girl. Or a girl kissed her, she was a bit hazy on the details. All that she was sure of was that she had established that she was mature and responsible and surely surely none of that mattered, really, as long as they made out right that second. It had been a good night-- not that there had been a repeat of the make out but they had had fun, playing Rockband, eating chips-- and being walked home by someone that Sidra had thought genuinely cared for her. Thought was the operative word, because by the time she got to school the next day, it seemed that nothing had really happened between them. Just a blip.
Charys seemed to easily shrug it off, though she just... faded from Sidra's realm of people, not that it was very large to begin with. She felt hurt and jaded and couldn't help but to hear the whispers about Charys, about all of the others on the side, about everyone else that she cared about, but never about her. Sidra just wished that Charys would talk to her again, run on patrol, anything; but she fastidiously kept her at arms length, conking her nose like always but fading back in to the crowd before Sidra could ask anything of worth. It was confusing and Sidra was conflicted-- it would have been easier if she had just let things take their course and threw herself back in to what had made her busy back before Charys. That was just it, before Charys was boring and unfulfilling and absolutely no fun. It was like finding the perfect piece to complete a puzzle and losing it again. There was just no way that Sidra could see things getting better, and she grew wan and pale and drawn and she HATED it.
It was just so weak, that she depended so much on one person. There was a plethora of Senshi around, she had even ran in to one, but Sidra really couldn't put her heart and soul in to anything, or anyone, else. And why did Sidra depend on Charys? There wasn't much about the girl that was easily described as dependable, except that she was someone that you could depend on to slither out of situations. Sidra was the dependable one, the rock, the person people came to talk to; why didn't Charys feel the same way?
And then. There she was.
Back to the beginning, the same old chat, though Charys seemed determined to fill up the silence with words and Sidra couldn't think of a thing to say that wasn't an accusation or a scathing word. She didn't trust her mouth, though her heart was beaming just that Charys had returned to her. But for how long? And why did she feel obligated to help, still, even though she hurt so much inside? Sidra couldn't answer that, and just set to work, helping in the little ways that she could, soothing the wounds that she itched to tell Charys off for, knowing that maybe she could have prevented them, or at least have been a companion to her misery.
And then everything came tumbling out, and Sidra couldn't help herself. She said the one thing that she was determined to keep back because she knew that she was going to get hurt if she threw that on the table. Love. Sidra thought with her heart and not her head, and that was reckless and it was stupid but it was what she felt. She couldn't help that, not anymore than she could help her need to help others. It just wasn't something that she could silence, though Charys seemed to do it easily enough. She was greedy, she wanted Charys to herself, wanted to help her, maybe even wanted to change her, just a little bit. Only enough to see herself the way that Sidra saw her, just enough to see Sidra as more than a stupid little sixteen year old that she could use and throw away.
But there was nothing in Charys' voice that betrayed any emotion, any loss in leaving Destiny City, in leaving Sidra, and Sidra finally realized that she meant nothing more to Charys than just another person wasting her time. That there was nothing she could do to win her, that doing her best just wasn't going to suffice. Perhaps she had been naive and childish, but she had never once thought that there wasn't some part of Charys heart pushing back against hers.
But she was wrong. And now things were all wrong, and she felt broken and she had thought she felt that way before but this time she lacked hope and optimism for the future. Sidra couldn't think further than her desperation to just sleep, just stop. She had never thought that she would react this way; naive and silly, just a stupid sixteen year old. But... what could she say? What could she tell her teachers, her family, her friends? Her heart was broken? She didn't accept that from others and was always there to be a shoulder to cry on until they felt up to the challenge of life. But... who was there for Sidra, who would be her shoulder? There was no one.
So Sidra stuffed her emotions deep inside, dried her tears-- and pretended nothing had happened, though each time she smiled on the outside yet another part of her died. She felt like such a fool whenever she saw a hint of Charys and could feel her heart lift for a moment, and then come crashing down in realization that that was just never going to happen. Every time felt like her wounds opened again and every time it took everything Sidra had not to collapse in a sobbing mess in class. No one took any notice to Sidra's clipped tone or her drawn face or her haunted eyes and each day she congratulated herself on fooling everyone, on achieving what the people who had come to her for some sort of salve for their wounds had not been able to achieve. She was functioning, barely, but she had no joy anymore, no hope. She wasn't living anymore and she couldn't even see that, so wrapped up in herself.
Something was going to have to give.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 3:21 am
Battle: World AboveCharys gets beat up by Obsidian, AGAIN, and Sailor Nova learns that things can yes, again, get much, much worse.
Much. Worse.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:22 am
 Senshi: Sailor Nova, Negaverse Senshi of stars
Name: Sidra Winters
Nicknames: Charys is determined to call her Sid. She hates it.
Age: 16
Birthday: September 20th
Sign: Virgo
Blood Type: A
Fav. Food: Cheesecake
Hated Food: Pickles
School: Meadowview
Hobbies:
Loafing Around -- Without an alter ego, Nega Nova tends to spend a lot of her time catnapping when not terrorizing the population. Teleporting tires her out, and with all the kids in school most of the day, there's not much for her TO do. She loves to ******** with Nealite though, and will whenever the chance comes up. Her favourite napping spot is on the throne, as annoying as that is.
Oh, still my beating heart -- Nova is addicted to romance novels and will twist Hematite's arm until he embarrassingly orders her romance novels by the truckload from the local library. She ignores his cries of how unjust she's being and just pecks him on the cheek.
Gemstone: Emerald
Virtues:
Sweet Nothings -- Nova is prone to patting the Lieutenants on the heads after a beat down by Charonite. She definitely believes that you catch more flies with honey, and will go out of her way to be nice to most of the Negaverse, if only to ingratiate herself on them. She's the soft voice in the shadows, congratulating victories, no matter how small, rekindling fires in the Lieutenants.
I'll be your shoulder -- Nova is still keen on listening to your problems and helping you to solve them but beware-- nowadays, most of her answers involve smiting and inflicting some sort of pain or torture, directly. No more waffling around or waiting, if there is a problem she WILL fix it, no matter the consequences.
I'll wear your banner over my heart -- Still, and always, a hopeless romantic, Nova is quite determined to put people together for her own personal gratification. So what if half the time its Nova x some random lieutenant? Its still completely the most romantic, ever.
I'll walk over these hot coals -- She will follow orders willingly, and as perfectly as she possibly can. She'll thank you for the orders, and trusts that you have her best interests at heart. And when it involves Charonite, "best" and "interests" don't really come in to play unless its his best interests. But Nova still blindly trusts him to point her in the right direction.
Flaws:
I'm just not ******** happy right now -- Black black heart. Nova is mad and pissy and petulant, and just wants Sailor Nerissa to go crawl in a hole and DIE. She'd gleefully dig that hole and add some spikes for good measure, because she is definitely a spiteful b***h that fell hard for a girl that just wasn't that in to her. She still half hopes that if she captures Sailor Nerissa and corrupts her too, that they might ttly be soulmates. Evil, evil soulmates.
Danger is my middle name. Screaming idiot my first. -- Her emotions rule Nova nine times out of ten, and it doesn't take much to set her off. Mention Sailor Nerissa? Pray to god that she's in a pretty good mood or you might find yourself lacking in the groin department. She has no thought for saving her own skin, not one iota, and will throw herself in to danger as long as its going to help achieve her ultimate goal. Making Charonite happy with her. Tall order there, honey.
Still Just a ******** Child -- Nova still doesn't really get that the Negaverse is bad, and out there to kill and maim and torture. She completely, and totally, believes that Charonite has a reason for everything that they do, and well. She's bad too? So why in the hell would she think otherwise? She still believes in kissing and making up, small wonder why she's made out with half the Negaverse.
If I can't have you, what's the point? -- Powers sharpened to a brittle edge by her transformation, or fall, to the dark side (heavy breathing), Nova still finds it a little hard to swallow that she could be regarded as something vile and terrifying. Even when feeling indestructible a part of her still questions her strength, and whether or not she really deserves any praise she might garner.
Challenge: So I have fallen, and so must you fall.
Attack #1
NAME: Dark Star Destruction.
[What it does] She makes a large star in her hands and it explodes, showering the enemy with nasty little shooting stars, black as pitch.
Nega Sub-attack: Her billowing scarf is a handy dandy choking device!
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