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 Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:13 pm
From anyone else it would have been overt disrespect for Alexandros and his men, but from Ares it was the same old tired plea of I cannot be seen to go willingly. She hated authority. For someone who loved her Queen as much as Ares rebelled towards anyone else's crown, it was an oddity -- should have been an oddity.
"Your blood's better off inside you," said Hector.
The cavalier melted away with nothing more theatric than a few curls of black smoke. When the double-cloaked uniform of Alexandros' men was gone, most of Hector had disappeared with it. Blood soaked into the dark green of a Hillworth uniform. It dripped and blossomed in big red bosses as Hector's new body stared at her, arms folded against the cold, a teenaged Hispanic boy with green eyes and an awkwardly quirked mouth.
He rubbed his arms, then belatedly wiped his bloodied palms on his trousers. "There's an ER down the street," he said. His voice was more terse than Hector's had been. (He flexed his leg, felt the wound, and swore quietly.)
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 7:42 pm
(I slapped an ending on it. Felt like the end! Lemme know if you want me to change it.)
Ares snorted sharply. Blood spilled meant a good fight; a great fight was when it was mostly from the enemy. This battle had been a sloppy one, too sloppy, and Ares planned to address these issues at a later date, preferably not in full view of a cavalier. There were scenarios that needed to be run. There were flaws of this body that needed to be addressed. The human beneath the senshi would be taking on a new work out regiment, that much was certain.
As Hector transformed, so did Ares. The only flourish was a raising of her arm, smoke pealing off of her body, until she was a bruised and bloodied girl in an empire waist purple dress and heels, clutching a henshin pen. Out of her fuku, Ares looked more classic and feminine. It trailed down to the way she carried herself.
Her heels clicked sharply as she walked in the direction Jesse indicated, but not in the same precise way that Fallon preferred. The gash on her leg made her gait staggered, limping almost, no matter how she tried to cover it. "So tell me all that I have missed," she said, magenta eyes flashed over to Jesse. "I want to know everything." A distraction could hide her pain, yes?
Together, the two injured parallels took on the guise of normal schoolkids and headed down to the hospital. Totally normal. Totally.
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