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 Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 11:48 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:47 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 10:49 am
 After the BattleAvacyn helps two other Dark Mirrors patch up after the fight against Fisternis, and offers her apartment as a place to crash!
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 7:47 pm
Apartment HuntingAva meets Lance and Ali at her apartment complex so they can check out a room!
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 4:05 pm
******** HeelsAmytis injures herself, but is lucky enough to get assistance from one of her Court.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 12:35 pm
Counting StarsAmytis trains with Chariklo, and is surprised at how strong she can be.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 3:49 pm
Bleed Out Your Secrets Penthesilea grinned viciously, one might even say a little insanely. The redheaded Senshi was finally close to her ultimate goal, or at least her small-scale one - specifically, finding out the identity of whoever it was that Damocles worked with.
She had a little Dark Mirror basic with long pink pigtails tied to a chair, and she intended to make the girl sing like a bird. It had been a pitched fight to get her here, but she’d finally knocked her unconscious and dragged her to a warehouse she’d prepared for this occasion. She tied her down and waited, quietly, until the girl started to stir, and before she could even open her mouth, Pen was up, with an arm pressed against her throat.
“Hello, sweet thing,” she said, and a soft growl emanated from her prey. “We’re gonna have a little chat, and if you’re good and cooperative, I let you go. If not, I don’t. How’s that?”
Unfortunately, at least for herself, the kidnapped Senshi was one Sailor Amytis of the Dark Mirror. She was, more than anything, terrified out of her mind right then, because who wouldn’t be in her position? She’d been kidnapped, tied down, and now she had this stranger threatening her. But...she wanted to be a good Senshi, to be brave and strong like Chariklo thought she was, so she decided she was going to at least pretend to have some kind of strength.
She could do that much, right?
“Suck it,” Amytis growled, spitting off to the side. Penthesilea reached her other hand down and bent the left index finger so far back it snapped. it was hard for Amytis not to scream, but she swallowed it down, eyes squeezing shut and teeth sinking into her lip to keep her voice inside.
Penthesilea had to admit that she was viciously impressed.
“Do you know Sailor Damocles?” She asked, starting in on the next finger.
“Bite me,” Amytis snapped. Now she was certain she wasn’t going to say a word. Damocles was a friend, and so was Tantalus, and she wasn’t going to give anything up to this crazy b***h on them.
Even if she had never been so terrified in her life. She’d lost the use of two fingers - on her left, not her right, hand, thank god, but it hurt so much - and this crazy b***h was clearly ready to start in on her even worse.
“Really now, sweetheart, I just want one simple piece of information. Do you know who Damocles’s partner is? Tell me that and I’ll let ya go. Simple as that.”
“Like I’d give away information on the court!” Amytis growled. No, no, no, she wasn’t subjecting Tantalus to this crazy b***h!
She was stubborn, really - Pen continued working, finger by finger, and finally moved up the arm, untying her, but only long enough to torsion the arm and snap those bones, too. It was slow going, but Amytis refused to respond. She couldn’t bear the idea of subjecting someone she cared about to this insane woman.
Pen’s foot snapped against Amytis’s leg, where there was already a disgusting blooming bruise from their earlier fight, and finally Amy screamed in pain. She kept kicking, sending the chair over onto its back, and then, finally, there was a disgusting snapping noise, which certainly wasn’t the metal chair leg, and the girl shrieked in absolute agony.
“Wanna reconsider your choice not to tell me things?” Penthesilea asked. “I promise that’s all you’ll get, if you just talk. Do you know the identity of Sailor Damocles’s partner?”
“Sailor Tantalus, it’s Sailor Tantalus, he wears a long bright red scarf, you’ll know it as soon as you see him,” Amytis finally confessed, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was desperate and in pain - surely he would understand, and she could call and warn him before this woman got there, couldn’t she?
God, she didn’t want to die. Not like this, not in some anonymous warehouse, murdered before she really had the chance to live.
“There, now was that so hard?” Pen asked, and she walked away, dragging back a full-length mirror, which she propped against the nearby wall. “One more thing, and I promise I’ll untie you and you can go home. Look, I even brought one of these.” She tapped it, and Amytis’s eyes lit for a moment. “Where is he?”
“T-Tantalus? Normally he patrols with Damocles, but I ran into him earlier tonight, and he said he’d be around the big park all evening in case I needed him again.” Even sacred out of her mind and bubbling up with tears, Amytis made one last act of protectiveness. She lied. Tantalus was nowhere near the park, but this woman didn’t need to know that, and she seemed satisfied because clearly in her fear there was no way she’d lie. Even if she hadn’t given perfect information, she still intended to call ahead, to warn Tantalus to stay as far from the park as he could, because no one else was crossing this crazy b***h’s path.
“You’ve been a real big help, sweetie, and I keep my promises,” Pen said, and as she’d said she would she untied her prisoner. Amytis was far too wounded to do anything more than hop over to the mirror and practically fall through, escaping with her life but with a lot of guilt.
Penthesilea, for her part, grinned viciously and slowly walked out of the warehouse, plotting the quickest route to the park.
Tonight really was her lucky night.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 7:38 pm
Please Take Warning Amytis fell through her bedroom mirror, coughing. She fumbled weakly for her communicator, sobbing softly as she did. Her entire body was shaking, and all she could think was that she was glad that insane Senshi b***h hadn’t gone for her chest because at least she didn’t have to worry about coughing up her lungs. Plus, she could talk, and call Tantalus - Tantalus!
She fumbled for her compact, flipping it open.
“Tantalus! Tantalus, are you there?” She called, her voice faint. Her body was shaking, and she was whimpering in pain.
Tantalus, for his part, was out on patrol, and he was surprised to hear Amytis’s voice over his compact - never mind that she sounded absolutely awful.
“Amytis?” He asked, his voice soft, leaning against a nearby tree. “Are you alright?”
“Tantalus,” Amytis gasped, joy bubbling inside her. Good, that b***h hadn’t found him yet! “Tantalus, you have to stay away from the big park, okay, please, just don’t go there tonight.”
“Why not? I’m on my way right now, actually, just to see what I can -” Tantalus begain, but he was cut off by a sobbing wail.
“Don’t go! You can’t go!” She said, her voice sharp. “There’s - there’s this Order senshi, and she - god, Tantalus, I’m so sorry, but she was crazy and she broke my fingers and my arm and my leg and she wanted to know who Damocles’s partner was and where he was and I told her about you but I lied and told her you were in the park all night and Tantalus you can’t go there.”
“What?” Tantalus felt cold fury sink into him - not at Amytis, never at poor terrified Amytis who clearly just wanted to survive an encounter with a psycho - but at whoever had done this to her. “Do you know her name? Or what she looks like?” He asked icily.
“She - she has long red hair, and she wears this, like, Xena the Warrior Princess fuku, all leather and metal and she’s tiny but she’s <******** crazy and really strong and Tantalus, please, you can’t go after her, she wants you and I think she wants to do worse to you than she did to me.” Amytis sobbed brokenly, her eyes wide and her entire body shaking. She knew Tantalus couldn’t see, but she was breaking down with fear, and all she could think about was all the awful things that could happen if that Senshi got to him. “I didn’t catch her name, though,” she confessed quietly. “She didn’t tell me, and I didn’t - I didn’t tell her mine.”
“Amytis, it’s okay, I can handle whoever this is.” Tantlaus said. “Call for an ambulance, so you can get to a hospital, and then get better.”
Amytis whined pathetically, audible over the line. “Just - just be really careful, okay, because I think she wanted Damocles too.”
“All the more reason for me to stand and fight.” Tantalus said. “Be safe, Amytis.” Then, he closed his communicator.
He had a crazy b***h to find.
Back at her apartment, Amytis let out another choked sob and finally powered down, curling into a ball. She didn’t even want to bother with her cell phone, and definitely not with dragging herself over to the actual phone. It hurt way, way too much for her to even consider that.
God, she hated herself so much. At least Tantalus knew what he was getting into, but there was clearly no stopping him from getting into it.
“Please, be safe yourself,” Ava murmured, even though she knew he couldn’t hear. “Don’t die…”
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:15 pm
Competition for ResourcesAmytis and a Corrupted Senshi come to blows over a draining target. [[Dated to before "Bleed Out Your Secrets"]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 8:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 11:02 pm
Karma's SerenadeAmytis gets into it with yet another Nega. This is becoming a trend. [[Backdated to before "Bleed Out Your Secrets]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 2:10 pm
Recognition of Danger The first night at the hospital actually wasn't so bad, and neither was the next day. Avacyn spent most of it either unconscious or very, very loopy on painkillers, but she was at least conscious of the fact that she had two people watching out for her. Arilee, thank god, was there all the time - and even though Ava sort of wanted to send her home, she never actually voiced that.
Lance, she noticed, was more in and out, but that was to be expected. After all, his boyfriend was in another room, far more gravely injured and probably going to be spending a lot more time in the hospital. But mostly she was just glad that Ari was always there, because the very idea of being alone in the hospital and in pain was absolutely horrifying to her.
One thing she really liked about the first day in the hospital, once she got to the second, was that sleeping or loopy, she couldn't really think. She couldn't churn over the fact that Alistair was in the hospital because of her.
By the second day, when she was a lot more lucid and a lot less exhausted, Ava was actually starting to think about that a lot. It was something she kept to herself, since all things considered she really didn't want to hear reassurances that she wasn't really at fault and it was all that crazy ginger White Mooner and so she couldn't blame herself.
Because no matter how many times she heard it, god, she blamed herself. She had let her fear get the better of her, and broken her loyalty to her Court. If she hadn't been such a stupid coward, she would've resisted longer and harder and survived anyway.
And if she wasn't stupid, if she'd been paying attention before she got attacked, it wouldn't have mattered. She was pretty sure that if she'd tried, she could've beaten that b***h and gotten away and none of this would have happened.
But she hadn't. She hadn't properly been paying attention. She'd discounted the potential threat of a single, individual Senshi, and it had been to her detriment. Sure, she'd noticed the approaching signature, but she'd brushed it off, decided that even though it was approaching it wasn't a threat. After all, Ashur and Machholz had both been willing to talk. Why wouldn't another Order Senshi be willing to?
She had never been more wrong, and it hadn't been just her who payed for it.
Maybe one good thing had come out of this, Avacyn supposed - because she was never going to discount an energy signature again. Just because they were on the same level didn't mean that person wasn't a threat.
Everyone was dangerous, and she never intended to forget that again.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 2:33 pm
Boredom is Dangerous By the fourth day of her promised week-long stay in the hospital, Ava was starting to discover just how much she used the fingers of her left hand. Even though she was primarily right-handed, so much she did relied on having both accessible that she was starting to think that was the most sheerly irritating thing that ginger Order b***h could've done to her.
Sure, she had her 3DS thanks to Ari popping back to her house (bless mirrorwalking) but it was a lot harder to use when she only had one hand. It was a good thing she didn't really have timed gameplay. And the worst part was, she was going to have to deal with this crap for weeks and weeks.
She knew her Senshi abilities sped up her healing, but she didn't know by how much, and she was really hoping that going to the hospital and getting medical treatment helped, rather than hurt. Maybe modern medicine interfered somehow with her magic?
God, that was a worrying thought, maybe she'd have to talk to someone about it...
Still, she really just wanted her hands back, thanks. And even once her fingers were healed, she'd have to wait for the break in her arm, because of course that woman had been psycho and thorough and she'd been dumb enough to stand tall and hard and refuse to give in until she'd had her leg snapped and she couldn't take the pain anymore.
God, this whole mess sucked. All she wanted was to play some Pokemon, but it was near impossible when she had to fumble with one hand, even her dominant one. She was not looking forward to being home and bored to tears and not able to play anything, really, that asked for movement controls beyond point-and-click.
Oh well, maybe she could dig out some old text adventures, or point-and-click games. There was definitely plenty to do in those, right? Even if she pretty much knew how they unfolded. Or she could try some other older games that did have a point-and-click interface.
Still, definitely no World of Warcraft for quite a long while, because WASD movement probably just was not going to happen without some really, really uncomfortable reaching across the keyboard.
Damn it, she was going to have to pay that b***h back for boredom on top of injuries, because this was absolutely not going to be anything even vaguely related to fun.
All she wanted was to be done healing. And definitely to be out of the hospital, because even if it meant a lot of time spent with Ari, she was starting to run out of patience. By day four, all she wanted was for the week to just be over s she could go home.
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