ArynChris
The teleporting super Ashura had assigned to take A.C. back to AA HQ hadn't done his job. He'd taken one look at her, figured out she was human and on the verge of death, and said to himself, "I'd rather she just die. I can say she died mid-teleportation, and no one'll ever know." He'd dumped her in, well, a dumpster. Like most dumpster in the City, it was in an alley, and no one was likely to see her last moments, nor was she likely to come out of Ashura's sleep and call for help for something.
So in the depths of her dreams A.C. rested, slowly dying alone and unseen. Her final contact with the world around her was the sound of it, which crept into her hears to trouble her subconscious as it dreamed her life before her eyes. At the end, when it had nothing left to play back for her and nothing else to do but quiet itself and keep her company unto death, it took these sounds and built a vision for her of slaves, fights, and Ashura's own final moments.
Her passive mind was oddly tranquil about it all, even the man's death and the telling of his story. She had no feeling for him, although she would once have found it at least a little interesting, maybe amusing in a grim way. Now the only care she could spare was for Lucidity, whose reaction to her business with the table she would never see, who would never know who had at last foiled him and flinched his old merchandise. More than that, since she would never see her dungeon after all, she had a lingering and wholy unexpected wish to apologize. Such is what comes of being raised right, even if one didn't know it at the time... No longer able to think, it was just what she felt. Seeing your life again through the wisdom of greater age puts a whole new perspective on things...
(3 - 1 from poison = 2)
So in the depths of her dreams A.C. rested, slowly dying alone and unseen. Her final contact with the world around her was the sound of it, which crept into her hears to trouble her subconscious as it dreamed her life before her eyes. At the end, when it had nothing left to play back for her and nothing else to do but quiet itself and keep her company unto death, it took these sounds and built a vision for her of slaves, fights, and Ashura's own final moments.
Her passive mind was oddly tranquil about it all, even the man's death and the telling of his story. She had no feeling for him, although she would once have found it at least a little interesting, maybe amusing in a grim way. Now the only care she could spare was for Lucidity, whose reaction to her business with the table she would never see, who would never know who had at last foiled him and flinched his old merchandise. More than that, since she would never see her dungeon after all, she had a lingering and wholy unexpected wish to apologize. Such is what comes of being raised right, even if one didn't know it at the time... No longer able to think, it was just what she felt. Seeing your life again through the wisdom of greater age puts a whole new perspective on things...
(3 - 1 from poison = 2)
A cloaked figure peered down into the dumpster, all that could be seen was a slim nose and a pale grin. The rest of her face was shadowed by the hood of her cloak. "I'm always on rescue duty," She said with a shake of her head, but she continued to grin.
"Go on, give her a kiss now." She spoke to her shoulder, and it was difficult to tell what she was talking to, until a green dragonfly pulled itself from a crease in the fabric of her cloak. It's glassy wings shuddered as it slowly lowered itself to AC's forehead. From the center of her forehead there was a slight sting, and then a warmth spread out from there.
The bug flew back up onto the girl's shoulder, and she nodded in satisfaction. "Now listen, Aryn Chris, the poison has been purged, however you are still weak. I cannot save you if you do not fight to be saved. Even then, there is a possibility for your death. I admit I waited too long, and I will be yelled at for it, rest assured." The girl let out a soft chuckle that flowed like water into a stream. "Now sleep well, and fight hard. I would stay by your side, but there are places to go, and pieces to place, so later they may come into play."
The cloaked girl pulled away from the dumpster, took a look down the alley and regretted she had not been in time to save Ashura. She would be scolded, it was true. With a quiet sigh she moved into the shadows, and vowed not to be late again.
