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 Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 12:18 pm
It had taken only Marthozite's touch on her corrupted, blackened starseed to bring all of Tanzanite's hate and anger and outrage out. It had coalesced and taken shape, and from all of the twisted emotion that had divided the Captain, a General had been born. A General who looked upon Lina with sadness and anger, certain that she was saving her fellow General's life even as she spilt the bluenette's blood.
Linarite's heel collided with Tanzanite's ribs, and she was pushed back and away from the woman she had always felt such a fierce need to protect. She landed gracefully upon her feet, her human hand rubbing the spot where Lina's foot had made contact.
“You're a fool,” she snapped, and the Arm came up. It opened with the palm facing towards the bluenette General, “Why can't you see the truth? Why can't you open your eyes, Linarite?”
The bluenette would have no time to answer, for the shards of glass that had been torn from her staff were fired from the limb, a dozen razor sharp fragments shot off like bullets.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 2:40 pm
Everything was swirling. Tanzanite, her words, the room, even the shards that were going to tear through her flesh. A few plinked off of her belt and flew into the destroyed room but the majority of them sliced through wool and embedded themselves in flesh. Lina cried out and went utterly limp upon hitting the floor. Her body barely moved but her head kept spinning.
"Everything moves so fast. Why is everything spinning? What's wrong with this world?" Tears were running down the girl's eyes and her voice was that of a weak child facing a nightmare with no weapon. It wasn't the fault of the officer who had finally beaten her down into a pulp, a swapped reversal of the last time they had fought. No, no fault was with Tanzanite.
Laying, broken and bleeding, Linarite was forced to confront all of the things that she had done wrong. The mistakes she had made, the blame that was shifted, everything inside of her was broken and jagged as the glass in her side. Right and wrong had been flipped, twisted, and nothing made sense.
What had happened to her?
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 1:16 pm
Even Tanzanite winced as the shards of Linarite's weapon embedded into her like a dozen tiny bullets, sticking in skin and muscle. There was nothing to be done, no defense to be made. Linarite absorbed the attack and her body when limp, moving only as it shook with a sob. She was weak, injured, and as Tanzanite looked over her prone, bleeding friend, mercy shone in her eyes for the first time in months.
The lesson had been learned.
“Shhhhh,” Tanzanite whispered as she crossed the space between them and knelt beside the crying, bleeding bluenette. She gathered Linarite up in her arms and pulled her close. It hurt, the way she hugged Lina tightly to her, pushing the glass in further, until shards scraped against her sternum and broke against her ribs. It was not lost on Tanzanite that every movement must be painful, that the way she crushed Linarite's body to her own was it's own form of torture, but she had to be sure.
She needed to know that Lina would never, ever say such things again. That she would never cross the Queen who had made them what they were, and forfeit her life in the process.
“It's okay,” she whispered, “You're with me now. Promise me. Promise me you're with me, Lina.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 10:20 pm
Every breath was like inhaling fire, brimstone, all sorts of things that could sear you from the inside and make it so you were never the same again. Everything inside of Linarite, her mind, her heart, even her bones, felt as if they would never be the same again and were somehow changing. It wasn't like the transition in power between ranks of the Negaverse. This was just being human. But she wasn't human. Was she? It was always uncertain.
Shallow breaths rasped, voice no more than a whisper as the bluenette clung to Tanzanite's shoulders both spiked and smooth. "I am always with you. Always." Arms tightened around her and her whimper of pain was barely audible over the ringing of her ears and the rushing noise of...something. It seemed that when her grip loosened from Tanzanite that the ringing grew louder and the melting sped up somehow. What was happening, why did she feel so weird? Was it really her? Maybe she was dead.
No. She couldn't be dead. Dead didn't hurt.
Right?
"I'm with you. It's okay. I'm sorry. Thank you." Anyone else, everyone else, would have buried their face in the human half of Tanzanite to sob out their problems and fears if she had let them. But Linarite, tiny little Linarite who had never really made herself remarkable, knew what lay beneath the skin and buried her face against black flesh as sobs wracked her body and blood stained the floor.
North was south and west was tomorrow but Tanzanite was here and that was something familiar to hold on. Tanzanite never changed. She simply was and for that, Lina would always cling to her. Always. "I'm with you."
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