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 Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:51 pm
Flat gray eyes watched as Gunn drained the glass. She had no intention of reaming one of her best co-conspirators now. Gunn had done a good job, but she was capable of much, much better. Ares was of the mind that improvements were the gateways to domination -- always start with yourself first. She took a thoughtful sip of her own water and took a seat in a chair beside the bed.
"Tonight, they saw a Negaverse agent shoot fire, Gunn," she said, shaking her head. "If we do this enough, they will forget about the senshi who did it. They will only remember the Nega. People don't want the truth. They will be happy to simply believe the thing that they hear the most. Then that becomes truth to them."
Ares sat her glass down on a coaster. "We have to craft that truth so that it is our truth. We cannot let the Negaverse infect Destiny City with their own agenda." Of this, she was sure. The civilians were territory now -- wide stretches of landholdings that the two powers grappled over. It could only benefit the Blood Moon Court to have them see the world from their own perspective.
Getting to her feet, Ares transformed suddenly, sliding away from Ares and becoming Fallon Novette-Naim once more. Her eyes lost their harsh gray edge, softening into a light magenta. She was dressed simply in a high-necked sweaterdress, gray tights, and high boots. "Did you want to take a shower here? I can take you back through the mirror to Crystal in a bit. I have leftovers in the fridge too I can heat up. Tea, maybe? Mother left the fridge stocked..." Painted nails fussed over a piece of lint, picking it from the soft cotton of her dress.
Just like that, the girl had transitioned from battlehawk to teenage hostess. Was it really such an easy change to make?
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 1:24 am
Ares' words were like a balm, soothing a wound Gunn hadn't known she had. A breath of fresh air after living in smog for years--the comparisons could go on for ages. Some of the words, though, were jarring. She didn't want to do it again. Civilians were people, they needed to be protected. That was why she'd started fighting as a sailor senshi in the first place; it had been her main motivation, painstakingly considered and decided upon more than half a year ago. She had also decided to listen to Ares, to work with Ares for the goals of the Blood Moon.
"Of course," she said, and then she smiled. They really couldn't let the Negaverse win over public opinion. Then everything would have been in vain. All the fires, all the injuries, everything she'd ever done, wasted.
That would be unbearable.
She slumped a bit at the sight of Fallon, and then glanced down at the floor and became Kaatje. The transition wasn't quite as stunning or marked; just the tone in her voice had changed. "Yeah," she said, running a hand over her curls. They felt grungy, sweat-dampened. In short, fairly gross. A shower would be a relief--her hair smelled like ashes and soot, too, and she shut her eyes against a wave of guilt and nausea. "I'm not really hungry, sorry... thanks, though. I'll probably just shower, if that's okay."
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 5:46 am
Fallon moved towards the door. "Sure, Kaatje. Towels are in the cupboard beside the toilet." One hand primed with painted nails gripped the doorframe. The young girl hung there, one foot cocked behind her ankle. She watched the other girl for a moment, eyes appraising something though it was unclear what, but it was a clipped gaze, lasting no more than a few seconds.
"I'll be in the kitchen," she said. Fallon began to turn and then stopped. "Kaatje, you did fine -- but next time, we will be better." And then she was gone, disappearing down the hallway before her co-conspirator could offer a reply.
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