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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:38 pm
Bismuthite was more than ready to go home. And by home, he didn't mean the attic. Because for the next good while, like it or not, Ladon's place was going to be his home. Until both of them could feel...secure again.
Bismuthite looked to Scheelite, "I'll take him, Big Brother," he used the nickname that he'd given Scheelite on their first encounter. He then turned his attention to the small Captain, "Let's get you home." There was a soft smile, a hand gently, very, very gently, placed on his pale cheek, and then Bismuthite made use of his new teleportation ability.
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Bellatrix returned the sentiment, and for a quick moment propped her chin up on Themis' shoulder.
"To my place," She said. Themis wasn't going to get time to be alone so he could mull over things and beat himself up over what he had done. Bell wasn't going to let him. If she could, at least.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:39 pm
There was nothing she could do. For anyone. Scylla choked on the bile that rose in her throat, the loathing that was becoming her constant companion.
One day, she was going to rip out General-Queen Tanzanite's spine, and beat her to death with it. The violence of her own thought shocked her.
She heard Ares screaming the retreat and turned, darting away. She hoped beyond hope that she was leaving everything, and everyone behind. She could hear Castor behind her as well, and almost turned; almost looked. But no.
Instead she tried not to cry as she left Lyra and possibly Nemesis to the not-so-tender arms of the Negaverse.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:41 pm
Zanazziite was snapped back into reality by Tanzanite’s yells and the smoke filling the field. She covered her mouth and nose with one arm, trying to keep from breathing it in. Her other hand slipped her crystal down the front of her dress with the feather that was still stuck there; she didn’t want to lose it.
Her eyes were beginning to water, and she was coughing behind her arm, but she heard Tanzanite’s call to go home. She was about to do just that, hitch a ride with an officer who could teleport and go to the subspace to recoup. That was until she managed to catch sight of a whip of black hair running away. Scylla. That senshi had her crystal’s twin, the crystal she still believed was connected to Tanzanite in some way. She couldn’t let her keep it!
Taking off at a run, she hacked and coughed her way after the Eternal Senshi, ignoring the flashes of dark shapes she saw at the corner of her eyes. Her sole focus was on Scylla.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:43 pm
Tanzanite held Alkaid in her arms as the smoke filled the battlefield, claws gently combing through the girl's dreadlocks. For a moment she lingered as the smoke filled the battlefield, watched as the senshi fled and the Negaverse assembled.
There, among the smoke and the carnage, stood Lina and Castor. Their faces illuminated by the hazy orange glow of the fire.
“It has always been this way, Castor,” Tanzanite spoke softly, but that powerful voice carried across the field, “We were just too stupid to realize it. Cherish your time together, because it will be short.”
That was all there was to say, though she fixated her eyes upon Nemesis. There was only a small smile. A promise that she would continue to fulfill the promises she had made to each and every member of the Blood Moon Court.
Then, she was gone, and Alkaid went with her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:44 pm
Perseus heard the General-Queens speech in silent horror.
It was harder every day to convince herself that it was worth henshining. For each life she saved, there were catastrophic events that occurred on both sides of the struggle. And tonight was no exception, save for the fact that she had felt so utterly helpless. Nothing could console her on the events of that night, the battle she'd happened upon without know a rhyme or reasoning behind it.
She wouldn't be getting homework done any time soon. Perseus shut her eyes tight against the tears, wishing all of her well being at Lyra before turning heel and heading Castor's orders and her own common sense. There was nothing else that could be done, and with not much effort her dark fuku blended into the alleyway.
Violence only begot violence. Each side saw themselves in the right, and then when the other side fought back the recipients were angered at the injustice. It was an endless loop that had no end. Clutching her stomach, Perseus grimaced. She'd been lucky, overall, not having too many wounds considering the magnitude of the fight. One, however, no longer padded by the feelings of adrenaline and horror, produced a sharp stabbing pain with every step she took. It was the puncture would left in her side by the dragon's spine.
Perseus continued to flee though. Go home, lick her wounds, try to find a purpose in life. It was going to be a long soul searching night, but more than anything she just wanted out of her fuku which reeked of fire, ash, blood, and regret.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:45 pm
He was glad to see an eternal senshi got one of the crystals, though the fact that a negaverse agent got the other one at all was very disappointing. That wouldn't do. Was there any way to take crystals from them? Though...she had been their general. Perhaps just..one crystal wasn't going to hurt? Gianfar immediately felt bad for that thought, unsure where it had come from. They were the enemy. He shouldn't be pitying them. Why was he even conflicted with this? This wasn't like him. He allowed himself to just sit again, panting heavily and supporting himself up with his hands. He was so tired. Way too tired...but he couldn't allow himself to drop the guise of Gianfar, not with so many of the negaverse around. Any consideration of doing so was immediately dashed away when he heard a voice, an angry voice.
She...she was alive?! Oh, no...no, no..she wasn't just alive, she was stronger. This did not bode well for their side, not in the slightest. He struggled to his feet, his head swimming and the world spinning around him. It wasn't blood loss, it was exhaustion. Pure, near debilitating exhaustion. It felt as if his legs were going to give out at any second and send him back to the ground. No, he had to stand tall long enough to defend himself if they attacked again.
But they didn't. They didn't at all. Well, Tanzanite did. But only certain senshi? Just..what had happened in that warehouse?
He was stunned by the red-headed senshi being flung across the ruins, not even really registering anything that happened until there was suddenly smoke everywhere. He wasn't part of the Blood Moon Court but Gianfar ran. He didn't know where this burst of energy came from, but it was there. He was running. And he didn't stop running until he was in his bedroom again. Even then he didn't stop until he was collapsed in his bed. He couldn't move. He was too tired.
What the hell just happened.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:01 pm
There was nothing he could do.
He wasn't a hero. He wasn't an Eternal or Prince. He was just Sailor Merope, shirtless and unable to do anything but stare with rising horror as the Negaverse... The Negaverse... He couldn't look away from the new General-Queen. There wasn't anything he could do. There wasn't anything any of them could do: the Negaverse had won.
He stood still as the senshi teams called for their retreat; the Negaverse regrouped. Sailor Merope held out his hand. "Azure Crystal Power; time to catch a sweet wave." Water roared and sprung under his feet, propelling him forward faster than his now-demolished skateboard could ever take him. His wave crashed past the retreating senshi and negaversers, carrying the senshi straight into the ruins of the battlefield that continued to burn around them.
While he couldn't do anything about the Negaverse, he could do something about the fires that burned. He grit his teeth as he moved as close as he dared to the fire, trying to put out a path between the flames.
A loud hiss came from the contact of wave and flame, the steam blossoming up and outward behind Sailor Merope. It was then he realized how futile it was. The longer he attempted to fight the flames, the shorter his wave was becoming. It was useless -- just like how he was earlier.
Merope said nothing as he twisted, speeding off and away towards home. There was nothing he could do.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:02 pm
Coughing from the smoke, he was glad that they were retreating. He was glad that it felt as if it was coming to a close. No reason to stay away, to be here, to stay, when they were all leaving now. To home.
He did not protest to stay to the very end. It had been overdue. It was time to leave and rest and resume life again. Home.
Moving from Scheelite, Wolfy offered him a glance and smile of appreciation, and like that, he left with Bismuthite.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:09 pm
Castor gave her a final glance as he held onto Lina. "Good bye Tanz." Backing away, he closed his eyes. A final bitter sweet smile.
"I will never forget who you were."
A final thrum of power. His star was singing to him. And just in that second, he and Lina, were gone.
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