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 Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 5:28 pm
Deep Space Solos - 1/13/2014 - Such foul language from such a pretty girlMegiddo goes to her wonder for the first time, finds her sigil, and cusses a lot, because she is all about the f-bomb dropping kind of life.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 11:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:39 pm
Solo - 3/29/14 - I could've danced all night
Keren had never felt the expression I feel like I could kill a dude quite so literally before. Now, standing in her underwear in front of her mirrored closet door, investigating every blossoming bruise her lesson with Gunn had left, she felt it so keenly that she wanted to do, like, a backflip. Or break something. Her hands trembled with excitement. She turned to the side, threw a punch, looked in the mirror to check her form.
“I look like a ******** badass,” Keren said to her reflection. “I look like such a ******** badass. I could smash a guy’s head in if I had to. I could totally do it. I could kill a dude.”
I will kill a dude, she thought. Maybe the captain with the yellow stripes, who she’d seen crush a man’s starseed like it was made of sand. Maybe one of the lieutenants who lurked in the dark alleys downtown, filling their quotas off drunk girls who weren’t cognizant to be afraid, like every shitty rape metaphor any anime had ever dreamed up. Or maybe - maybe - it would be a Dark Mirror senshi, one of Ares’s footsoldiers, those dark creatures she’d seen born on the surrounding out of the dead and the living.
She threw another punch, and imagined Gunn moving to intercept. Keren moved against her imaginary sparring partner, slipping the hold the way Gunn had so patiently taught her. If she focused, Megiddo could still smell the senshi on her skin, a spicy, burnt scent, like a campfire. It sent shivers down her spine. Gunn, she thought, with a sigh, flopping onto her bed. It hadn’t been just a passing infatuation - the senshi of wildfires was genuinely the most perfect being in existence, in ways that surpassed Megiddo’s modest powers of description.
Everything about her was beautiful, she thought. She had perfect hair, as red as the fires of her sphere. The scar on her perfect neck - sure, it had a dark origin, but it only added to the senshi’s allure. She had trauma. History. She’d been through s**t in ways Keren never had been, despite her posturing about the Surrounding. Being stranded for a month and being chased by monsters and running terrified and screaming was nothing compared to the Blood Moon Court and it never would be.
Knowing what she did now, it made sense that Gunn always looked down at her, like she was young and frivolous and dumb. Because she was. But maybe, Keren thought, digging her fingers into her comforter, if she worked hard and did everything Gunn told her to, she’d become half the warrior her esteemed mentor was.
She wondered, as she drifted off to sleep, if there was a good way to become a doctor through the military.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 4:41 pm
Solo - 4/4/2014 - Avenging Angel
She found the lieutenant in an alley, because, of course she did. He had one of those ubiquitous drunk girls with him, because, of course he did. In Megiddo’s experience, there was an unlimited supply of negaverse lieutenants and an unlimited supply of drunk girls at bars and nightclubs for them to take advantage of. “Step away from the girl, creep,” she declared, planting her feet at the entrance to the alley and brandishing her pitcher. This time, she did not say, if you want to live. She had learned her lesson well. There was no room in justice for mercy. Gunn had issued her challenge, and Megiddo had heard heard her well. <******** off,” said the lieutenant. “She came willingly.”
Megiddo gritted her teeth. “You think I give a ******** what promises you told her? How much fun you said you two were going to have?” she asked. “Get away from her. I’m not going to ask nicely again.”
He did not step away from the girl. He flipped Megiddo the bird. This, she decided, was as good a provocation as she needed. She’d need to be careful of the civilian, but - the page charged, winding back with her pitcher. The lieutenant flung the girl at her, and Megiddo leapt as the civilian hit the ground, clearing her just barely. She brought the pitcher down with a clang against the top of his ********!” he shouted, calling his weapon to hand. He swung at her with the golf club, and Megiddo jumped out of the way, so the putter only grazed her skirts. Compared to Gunn, the lieutenant was moving at a glacial pace.
“Too slow,” she taunted, recovering neatly and lunging with her lantern again. She caught him across the jaw, hard enough that she heard bone crack sickeningly. The lieutenant staggered, hands rising in protest. He spat out a tooth and a spray of blood.
“s**t, s**t, I’m sorry,” he said. “Just let me go. I won’t do it again.”
“Yeah, right,” snarled Megiddo. “Tell that to her and every other girl like her you’ve drained.” She was an avenging angel, she decided. Beautiful. Deadly. This boy was pathetic in front of her, but he had hurt. He had killed. And one bad turn deserved another. The page attacked again with her pitcher, cracking it hard against the lieutenant’s skull. This time, she succeeded in knocking him against the wall, and drew blood from his forehead. She brought the pitcher down again, and as it collided with his skull - hard, crack! - the lieutenant went limp in her grasp.
Megiddo grinned.
And then she thought: This was not enough. She had promised Gunn a bloody streak on the sidewalk, and she was going to give Gunn exactly that. Roughly, she lowered the lieutenant to the ground, and slammed her pitcher against his head, over and over again, until blood streamed from his nose and ears and eyes, and the crunching of bone filled her ears, and she was sure - he was gone. He was dead. He would not hurt anyone again.
Megiddo picked the unconscious girl up from where she lay, and carried her to the bus stop.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 12:59 am
Deep Space Solos - 11/23/2014 - Soured portentsMegiddo drinks the space water and becomes a knight.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 12:16 am
Solo - 4/5/2015 - Three deaths
She swallows the water and vomits up pearls.
She swallows the water and vomits up blood.
She swallows the water and vomits up black tar, sticky and acrid, and it keeps coming and keeps coming and--
She swallows the water and vomits--
Megiddo lies on a concrete floor, somewhere between waking and dreaming. She feels feverish, her face slick with sweat, the back of her dress sticking uncomfortably to her skin. Her palms are bloody from a fall, her gloves lost somewhere in the struggle. She looks up.
She sees Penthesilea standing over her, dressed all in black, a deep hole carved in her chest. She cries out, in a voice that is her voice but is not her voice, “please. Please don’t do this, I can’t. I would sooner die, please, please, please,” over and over and over until it’s all she can do to lie at her lover’s feet, begging, begging, until that cruel, perfect hand plunges into her chest and--
--static. Electric snow at the low end of the bandwidth. Noise left over from the dawn of creation.
She swallows the water and vomits up pearls.
She swallows the water and vomits up blood.
She swallows the water and vomits up a tiny silver fish and it swims in her hands and looks up at her with eyes like black holes and--
She swallows the water and vomits--
Chaos all around, and the rainbow bridge shakes violently with each new bombardment. Keren shrieks. She runs. People are dying all around her. She finds a boy - he looks half familiar - and puts her arms around him, just relieved to find someone else in all this mess who is still human but then Ares swoops out of the sky, she puts her hand in the boy’s chest and she shoves him and--
Suddenly, he is not human any longer. She does not recognize him.
She shrieks. She runs.
She dissolves into fine gold powder and--
--static. A howling like the wind on a cold winter’s night after the end of the world. A universe populated only by shadows and electric snow.
She swallows the water and vomits up pearls.
She swallows the water and vomits up blood.
She swallows the water and vomits up coins. Gold and silver and copper, covered in kings and queens she doesn’t recognize and numbers that don’t make sense. The people dance at her feet.
She swallows the water and vomits--
They tie her hands behind her back and throw her down the well and--
The nurse tells her not to speak. The drugs are strong. She has not died this night.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:13 pm
...drip...
...drip...
...drip...
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