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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 4:03 pm
Scheelite was feeling rather torn in two different directions.
There was the part of him that wanted to turn around and run the hell out of here. Beryl's chores were probably something awful and stood a good chance of involving going out into the world and fighting. Schee did not want to go rushing off into battle. The thought made his stomach churn much more than the writing figures around them.
Though...those were damn creepy too.
But the other part of him desperately wanted to stay with the group and help. Nearly his entire role in the Negaverse screamed support of his fellow officers. He couldn't lead, at least not into battle. But he was taking it upon himself to shine in his own little corner of hyperactive helpfulness. Much like his bubble of light continued to help the group find their way down the dark hallway.
As much as part of his mind screamed at him to run, there was no way he could. Helping was his nature, and right now just being him was helping the Negaverse, his family, find their way in the dark. With that he took a step closer to match Paragonite's own and continued to march on.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 4:41 pm
“What were they,” Tanzanite corrected, frowning deeply at the thought. The memories that answered that question were not her own, but they had played in her mind in a near-constant loop ever since she'd been brought back. Since the Greater Youma that was now her more dominant half had been given free reign. “Long ago, when Queen Serenity ruled the Moon Kingdom and Prince Endymion fell in love with her daughter,” she began, and there was no hiding the loathing in her voice for each of the names mentioned, “Their union threatened to enslave all of Earth. Every man, woman, and child on this planet would have become subjects of the young Serenity's rule, for the Prince meant to protect them was so blinded by his love for her. He would have signed away his throne, and more importantly, the freedom of his people. Every human would become a second class citizen, overshadowed by Serenity and her senshi. Slaves to a Queen they did not choose.” With every word, those figures quieted, as though they too were listening. This was their story, after all. Their jaws fell slack and their hands froze against the glass. “So they chose their own Queen, and they rose up beside her. They revolted against the Moon Kingdom, for they would not be ruled. Because humanity would not be enslaved because we lacked magic, would not be seen as lesser people because we did not possess the power to assist her in her endless quest for domination." The walkway turned down, and began a tight spiral through that continuing corridor of dimly glowing stares and shifting silhouettes. It spiraled down and down, until there was no way to know just how deep they had gone. Tanzanite's voice carried back through the file, as she told the story of how this place and their Kingdom had come to be. “Humans, side by side, fighting against powers they could never hope to match. They didn't have magic. They didn't have power. Crude weapons against senshi powers... you can imagine the slaughter. Back then, the senshi were not afraid to show their true nature, for what did they have to lose? Who could stand against them?" Silence fell over her for a moment, as those memories flashed through her mind. Memories from the Black Phoenix, from the day it had been truly born, and the day it had died for the very first time. The memories were scattered, perhaps some of them were even false, but she could remember with clarity the day of that bloody revolution. A failed revolution. “Somehow, against all odds, they made it to the palace. To the very throne of their traitorous Prince. Their losses were great, but they were on the brink of victory. They stormed the palace, only to find Queen Serenity herself. Every sacrifice they'd made. Every life they had lost... all for nothing. The Moon Queen couldn't bear to lose her grip on Earth... to let people she saw as so weak, so inferior be free. She would rather die herself then let Earth rise from under the thumb of the Moon Kingdom. Ahead, there was a light. It was a soft blue glow that reflected from the walls, and in the spaces between her words, there was the soft sound of rushing water. With it, the sound of snarling, scratching. The distinct feeling of a powerful energy presence, and for those who could sense them... youma. Thousands of youma. “She released her wicked power before the people could reclaim their city, their planet, for themselves. She destroyed the city, and their human bodies were so averse to her magic that they became twisted and broken. Their starseeds could not bear the taint of the Moon Queen's spell, and so they shattered. They became corrupted by Serenity's magic, and the first youma were created. Nobody in the city survived, save those Serenity chose to send forward, to preserve her tyrannical war and ensure that not even in the future could humanity be free. Children, women. It didn't matter.” Tanzanite's voice grew bitter, “She didn't care... they were only human, after all.” The walkway began to widen, opening up as the light grew brighter and brighter. “But as you said, history is written by the victors, and those who survived on Earth could not see past the monstrous appearance of their fallen brethren. They were known as the Corrupted, and in time became little more than myth and legend. Their struggle was forgotten, as was the Moon Kingdom, and the world returned to normal." The closer they got to the light, the more that strange power seemed to press in around them. "Metallia found and saved them, in time. She could not undo Queen Serenity's spell; the magic was too ancient had had taken root too deeply. But she could give them a new life. A new purpose. She filled them with the energy of the Earth, the power of the Sun itself, and gave them a second chance. As she has given each of us. A chance to fight. We keep that name and bond with youma to honor them. To honor their memory. Your youma are not the monstrous things the senshi would have you believe. They are the very same ones who fought against Queen Serenity herself, and they paid the price for our freedom." Suddenly, the cavern opened wide, and what lay before them was beyond words. It was a city, but somehow far more than that. It stretched out in every direction as far as they could see, and stabbed towards the shifting sky with broken towers and chunks of crystal that appeared to have pierced the stars until they bled a brilliant orange. Earth's broken capital rose up before them; the very place where it all began. “After thousands of years” Tanzanite's smiled, her pale features washed out by the brilliant glow. Her eyes were wide, lips slightly parted in an expression of reverent wonder, “We are home.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 4:52 pm
Bismuthite's breath caught in his throat as he sensed all those thousands of Youma. He didn't know why he had been 'gifted' that ability after the events of Barren Pines - something that had never been truly explained to him - but it was that very thing that lead him to... To Tanzanite. To this. He listened intently to the tale the General Queen spoke. The history. Their history, the Youma's history.... And in his mind, Youma now took rank above humans. The slight rearrange of his mental hierarchy was...interesting, considering just minutes ago he was looking down his nose at those beings clawing the wall like zombies. It was like yet another kick to the face telling him not to be so quick to throw up his pride sheilds.
He had little time to think on it though, because between Tanzanite's words and the sight of the broken capital.... It was a lot to process, and he wasn't sure where to begin. One word though, was simple enough that it required no thought - home.
He hadn't truly had a home ever. Sharing a place with Ladon had been as close as he'd ever gotten to having a home. Or thinking he did, anyway...
Bismuthite had yet to need to call upon his own personal youma in battle yet. However if he did, this information he had just learned would have him do so cautiously. If humans were pawns, then the youma were.... a more useful and respectable chess piece. If only he knew enough about chess to complete the metaphor...
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 4:58 pm
There was a ton of things he wanted to ask, more than he could -count- really. The most pressing of which was just a simple why. Why...anything really. Sometimes this whole war made no sense (aside from the fact that they had to win), and the more he heard about the days of old the more he continued to wonder why. It was just too hard for Schee to grasp the concept of -so many- dying, fighting for a cause and then ultimately losing.
Though he did know they simply couldn't let history repeat itself.
More questions bubbled in his mind, but by the time he managed to open his mouth the only thing that came out of it was....silence. For Scheelite? That was a miracle all in itself.
For the longest moment the General simply stood there, mouth open and eyes darting around to take in all the sights. But, eventually, the clearly obvious answer tumbled out of his mouth.
"...Our home is so...glowy."
And for -once- he honestly felt like he fit right in.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 4:58 pm
Painite listened to the story with interest, having never actually heard anything like it. In a way, it felt like she knew it, and she found herself nodding her head as she listened. Her eyes, however, wandered constantly from the path ahead.
And then she bumped into the person in front of her.
"Whoa, bloody hell," she breathed as she looked up at the immense castle looming before them. They were home, were they? That sounded right. Felt right. She looked around at the building, enough space now for her to at least not be rubbing elbows with those around her, wandering only a few steps in each direction as she took in the look for the whole area.
It was impossible to keep her eyes away from the castle for too long, though.
Her skin felt like it was crawling, and the pressure of the youma's energy was immense. She wasn't sure she liked it, but then, it had a thrilling kind of power. A fear that was more motivating than it was oppressive. This was their home, Tanzanite had said so. These monsters lived here, but this was their home, the Negaverse. If they wanted to be threatening about it, it just gave them more to fight for it.
She had a good feeling the door on this mighty castle, at least. It wasn't going to throw them across the room. This door was going to do what it was meant to. Welcome them.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 4:59 pm
There was a lurch in his gut, a twist because what else had he thought of the pawing and sweeping hands but... Yoma. His mouth tightened into a fine line behind the fabric of his mask which, for a moment felt smothering, claustrophobic. He fought the urge to pull it down, he wouldn't expose himself... not here, not now when he should be strong... calm.
The feeling though, the sight, it was awe... he felt rage for them, anger for what had gone before but that this precious place had been held in secret for so long...so very long.
"Magnificent...." his voice barely a whisper. "The... Sun...the power of the sun?" He blinked at the words, they felt curious, more so knowing that they fought the moon queen. The sun which the world reveled in by day, and feared the night. Missing pieces though, it felt like missing pieces and he could almost touch them but not quite. Could there have been a greater frustration?
"Why were we never brought here before?" He asked suddenly with a frown. He wanted to ask...why had Beryl not brought them, did Charonite know of it?... what more secrets waited to be uncovered, what further legacy was theirs to reclaim.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:04 pm
Alkaid felt the drop in the floor beneath her, the decline at which they were suddenly forced to maneuver. Afraid of tripping and stumbling through the crowd, she just shrugged her shoulders at Proustite and finally looked back ahead where she could see Tanzanite winding around an endless corner. Even with Hematite at her side, she didn't trust her feet to walk this path blindly.
As Tanzanite's story drew on, Alkaid's eyes noticed that the small orb of energy was drawing paler next to a glow in the distance. For all that she was curious though, she still heard the words on Tanzanite's lips, and soon her eyes dropped in favor of staring at her own feet. Nothing hurt quite so badly as tales of the past and tales of the Senshi, a kingdom to which she had once been faithful in both this life and the last.
She knew now that she had a life before, thousands of years before, because she trusted what Nemesis had said. If she had lived then, it meant one of two things - she had either helped in the mass murder of Earth's people at the Queen's request or she had turned a blind eye to their suffering. The idea that she had done either hurt her deeply and filled her with a shame that she was familiar with. Would knowing the truth ever help her deal with it? It was her own private suffering.
Then, as she was just resigning herself to walking silently and unnoticed at Hematite's side, a wash of bright light spread over her feet and jerked her attention back without thought. She stopped dead in her tracks, thoughtless of those behind her, and stared up at the massive structure looming before them. It was equal parts beautiful and terrifying, because she knew what this was from Tanzanite's implication. It was magnificent, but it had also been a battleground.
For a moment the shame swelled so deeply that she felt it, physically, like a sting in her heart and then words came unbidden from the depths of her mind. Comforting words from a woman that no longer really knew the meaning, but she had needed them then as much as she did now: The future is ours to decide. Never forget that.
A brief smile curled the corners of her lips and she fell back into step, catching up to the comfort and safety of Hematite's presence. She didn't belong in this place, she didn't belong among these ancient ruins, but she belonged to the Negaverse. As terrified and uncomfortable as she was every second she was within those walls, she was determined to fix whatever wrongs she had once committed, even if she spent the rest of her life trying.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:13 pm
They sought answers .. and there, answers were given. Serandite's steps slowed behind Tobernite, pushing them at a much slower pace .. Watching the walls and spiraling path .. Listening to Tanzanite's story telling. The General Queen could deny it all she wanted but Serandite thought she was fully capable of bedtime stories for the entire negaverse. The entire history revealed to them-- Serandite beamed. That meant .. each youma had it's own indistinct personality .. Each youma was it's own life form.
So Belphegor wasn't mindless as one implied after all!
"Home.. Cozy." Serandite remarked, linking her fingers together cheerfully. Surely, as a General, she couldnt have missed the amounts of immensive and unthinkable numbers of youma within the city. But judging from her smile, you could .. probably accurately guess that Serandite intended to think of all of them as something friendly. Until proven otherwise. She might have thought they were fellow bunnies, judging from her gleeful expression.
Everything started .. with this place. Now, finally, they had come back. Never had Serandite dreamed this could happen .. This place, this history, this end .. and this new beginning.
"Tobernite, there's shinies here. Isn't that just your style?" She tried to suggest to the frozen captain, indicating to the purple glows in the area.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:20 pm
'Home' seemed to be the word of the day; Ilmenite heard it falling from lips, or in the silence of people staring around in a dazed stupor. He felt it in the welcoming aura, and it rattled against the edges of his senses like a loose tooth, like something out of place.
When was the last time he'd really had a home? He teased at that thought with his own head tipped back to stare up and up and up, with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants so he wouldn't go hunting after Zink's, wouldn't wind their fingers together for comfort. Home, for the longest time, had been the cluttered mess of his parents' flat: his world interrupted by the constant movement of people through the building. Four siblings; a shared bedroom. Goats in the back. Chickens.
The chaos might have been where he lived, and maybe it had been [for a while] something like a home. His mother, at least, had made him feel welcome there, so long as his father wasn't on an furious kick. He'd accepted it, but it hadn't been him, no. He'd felt more comfortable halfway up their great oak tree than he had either in his half of the bedroom or in the living room, had been happier reading behind the goats' barn than eating with the family.
So, then, that loose-tooth feeling -- well, maybe it was actually the opposite. Something finally clicking into place. The idea of this great city as somewhere he could live, not a temporary place nor a charity from some bored lover, was something right, and that was wrong. Introspective, he made a very quiet noise and licked his lips, eyes settling back down onto Zink.
He'd missed whatever the little General said. He'd lost the thread of conversation around them. Didn't matter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:24 pm
Torbernite had just stopped staring at his feet long enough to hear the word home. Those around them were cheering, excited, wondered, in awe - he just could not understand - what were they so excited about? The monolithic expanse in front of them, full of shadows, unwelcoming at best screamed anything but-
-home.
It was not the substance itself but the simply the concept. This was what Charonite had neglected, what even Beryl prior had possibly forgotten about. Tanzanite had not brought them here to kill them, betray them, or thousands of other teenage-fueled horrors. She had boldly walked them through the abyss and claimed it to be one word: their home, as if it welcomed them and was a piece of them.
And for someone who had wandered as a part-time stray, this was possibly the strangest feeling he had encountered his entire time. Those he had feared and avoided was giving him the one thing he wanted the most: to belong.
Survival was after all, some thing that strays did as they searched meaninglessly for the lost pieces to their puzzle.
"Shinies." Torbernite mindlessly repeated Serandite's words as he stared at the more luminescent sections of their home. It was still far from cozy but... "Yes, I guess there are." A pause, as he felt slowly some of his wit catch up to him. "And I guess there will need to be someone here to take good care of them."
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:24 pm
The story was a sad one and Wolframite wondered if the entire Negaverse history was nothing but pain and anguish, all caused by the Moon. Silly to think that, as a kid, he would look up at the moon and think it was like a little light watching over them, how he would like to go there, and how nice it was that it kept the dark away. Now, in this darkened corridor that seemed to press on every corner of the Negeverse and even this strange place that seemed like another wing built at another time, on another planet, he felt he would rather not have that light. He couldn’t look up at the stars and the massive moon anymore without feeling troubled, worried, as if a looming power was waiting and watching. A nightly reminder during patrols that no one could give up. As of yet, he had not seen the type of power that Tanzanite spoke of. Then again, the Negaverse had gotten their Queen rather suddenly far back when. Who could say the senshi would just as suddenly get theirs?
It worried him, and with more of the tail, more things rearranged. The things he was afraid of, the Corrupted, were to be creatures he should feel appreciative for. They had fought long ago and though they failed, they had been true to their planet. All present were true to Earth, but he worried if they too would wind up as another miserable chapter.
This new distraction wasn’t helping his depression. As if to help this along, the story ended with a echoing of gasps and aws, and Wolframite looked up to see something that, if it had been in a book, would have made him think he was at the castle of the Vampire King. If bats could be screeching somewhere, he was sure they would be. There were a few things flying up in the swirling sky (Certainly no cumulonimbus here) that made him worry. A bit too big to be bats.
The energy signatures said differently. Youma. Creatures…..people who had fallen but had been given a chance to fight again. To help the new generation win their planet. Wolframite suddenly felt bad for throwing Aragwain like a test dummy against the door, but luckily the door had done nothing to him and just wouldn’t let him in. This explained a lot. He wondered now who his youma was and then started feeling a bit heavy with all this new information. When he first commanded his youma like a pet he didn’t very much care for, he now felt he should make up for with some respect. A lot actually.
Stepping to the side to get a better view, as a few others spaced out to scope the joint, Wolframite rubbed his arms. It was cold here. Defiantly not a place that made you think of creatures created from sunshine.
Looking about, he couldn’t help but frown. Scheelite seemed to be in awe. “Glowy?” He looked back up at the castle above. “I think it could use more lightening.” Or maybe a few curtains…..and a paint job. Lilac or robin-egg’s blue.
Wolframite set a hand to his brow. This was not the time or place to think about home decor. Honestly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:33 pm
...These things were once them? Looking around, wide eyed, before they left the hall she examined the shadows. Green eyes flicked around at them as she felt...pity? They had done this.... people like she. The senshi?
This was all... their fault? Her own legacy, or at least thos close to her. She could not help but feel pity. It was her doing too, maybe before she was reborn...she helped them?
"Im sorry..." She muttered, softly, only those around her would probably hear her. She felt sorry for what she had done to these poor people....
But one thing was sure, she intended to help set it right. Lyra stared for a moment or two, looking deeper at the castle they had just found. She heard Scheelite mention glowy.. it was still a bit dark, but the youma walking around is what caught her attention more. All different types, sizes shapes.. power levels. It was truly outstanding.
But she would never be able to look at a youma the same way again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:35 pm
She followed into the door, feeling the temperature drop, through thankfully her uniform was rather covering. She walked, her steps now soundless, her movements only audible from the way the cloth of her uniform moved. Slowly, she was learning. Learning how to move without being detected, and it was now coming to be second nature.
She followed the small dots that Tanzanite was putting along the wall, followed Scheelite's own glow as closely as she could - and she nearly screamed when she saw something beyond the walls move - green eyes going wide as she only barely resisted the urge to cling to the general's arms, or to scurry and hide into Tanzanite's wings in a way that would have most certainly been unbecoming of a captain.
Then, she noticed they looked human, and a chill ran down her spine. How... Why... ?
She didn't like this place, but it was too late to go back. She wouldn't allow herself to go back. Not after those faithful few steps had been taken.
When Tanzanite spoke of the senshi, she turned - Alunite ! Where was her brother ?! Unfortunately, she couldn't see, given how many people came into her view. She could only hope... She tried ot to look at the walls, but no matter how, she knew they were here...
Tanzanite's story helped, and came as a welcome distraction. She listened intently, green eyes widening at time, one hand rising to cover a gasp in others. How could beings do this and yet call themselves good, call themselves pure ?
But then, she had already witnessed this for herself, hadn't she ? The youma... The corrupteds... It made sense, all of it. The energy of so many youma were giving her shivers.
And then, she stopped. When she saw it.
"Oh my god..." She let out before she could stop the words. This... this was home.
This place was chilling, in more ways than one. Thankfully, Alunite was well covered, even if it got rather cold where there was only leggings separating his skin from the elements. He spotted Spinel close to him and nodded his greetings, knowing that this was neither the place or time for more. Still... he felt awkward, knowing that he had all but surpased his own mentor.
Awkward indeed. But, hadn't Hiro told him that each individual progressed differently ?
Something scratched against the glass. Scratchscratchscratch. Then he turned and saw a very human figure stare right at him, glowing eye boring right through his own gaze. He'd scooted somewhere in between Zinkenite and Serandite when Tanzanite called for them to do so. Better to spread out a bit... right ? Though, the pink haired girl looked... familiar... somehow ?
No, not the time for this. Not with... these around. He couldn't stop the chills going down his spine, and a part of him just wanted to grap on the pink haired general's sleeves.
Her question did, indeed, made him wonder. Every senshi he had met that hadn't been new as hell had been quick to call him such... but why ? Why, indeed. Well, he figured he was about to know. And the answer came swiftly, making his heart sink deep into his chest. The horrors that the senshi had commited...
...The horrors he might as well have commited, as far as he knew. How could he ever know for sure ? He couldn't, that was that.
And then the city came into view. This was... Home, for the agents around him. And he felt like an intruder, more than ever. What was he doing here ? He shouldn't... He couldn't...
He wanted to turn back, out of respect, but cowardly didn't want to walk the way back through the hall alone. So he stayed put, and couldn't bring himself to look at the city beyond the first glimpse. He stared at the ground. Shameful.
He couldn't bring himself to look up, knowing full well it had been his kind that had undone this place, that had all but created the thousand youmas that lingered.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:43 pm
In her enthusiasm to look around the place, Painite's eyes fell on the senshi looking around the place as well. They didn't look half as enthusiastic, though, for the most part.
Instinctively she looked for Alunite. She spotted him looking down at the floor. Of course he wasn't as happy in this new home as they were: it wasn't his home. He was a senshi, on their side now or not, and this place didn't hold the same meaning to him.
Quite the opposite, she imagined.
Frowning, she moved over to him, taking his hand and hoping to draw his eyes up from the ground.
"Hey," she said softly, just for him to hear her, a clear look of worry on her face. "You okay?" She gripped his hand at the question, as if to silently reassure him that he was, in fact, okay.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 5:46 pm
((In the interest of making sure everyone gets to be present for some of the revealing moments, this will be the end of GM posting. Feel free to RP around the entrance and explore a bit, and we will pick up tomorrow with the next bit! Don't worry if you can't make it, everything revealed will be place in an info thread at the end of the ORP!))
While others took in the sights, Tanzanite moved out of the way. There was plenty of room to walk about now. Even the winding path that led up to the castle was broad enough for them to walk across three or four at a time. It was not advisable to go charging ahead, as the youma slowly began to crawl out of their hiding places. From every nook and cranny, their glowing eyes slowly opened, as though sensing the intrusion.
They seemed... tolerant of it.
“Do not forget that we do not own this place. There are more things here that can, and might, kill you than you can begin to count. Tread carefully and show respect. This was their home long before it was ours.”
There were not enough warnings that could explain the dangers of this place. The Rift, as she had taken to calling it, was as dangerous for any non-youma as it was for a senshi. Well... close enough, at least. The more powerful youma had little reason to care about the life of a Negaverse agent that was not bonded to them, and in the end understanding simple respect would likely save their lives.
“This is a sacred place, treat it as such. If you have sex in my home,” she eyed Wolframite, and it was uncertain whether or not she was joking, “I am going to let them eat you.”
It was Zinkenite's question that stole her attention next. It was a good question, but one which Tanzanite answered in a quiet voice. The answer was a dangerous one.
“Queen Beryl led them once, but after Metallia brought them back, she still held to her... interest in Prince Endymion. To them, this was a betrayal. The youma serve Metallia first and foremost. Queen Beryl serves Her from her throne above, and she remains our Queen, but they will not allow this city to be anyone's prize. They fought for this place, died for it, and it is not something to be owned.
She is not welcome here.”
That last was spoken very quietly.
“The door was sealed when Queen Beryl was defeated by Princess Serenity, to preserve themselves and the power Metallia has invested in them. It was sealed by a Greater Youma's power, and it was only to be opened by one.”
And that was that. Tanzanite did not seem particularly eager to elaborate on what that meant, and so she did not. One clawed hand rested upon the General's shoulder, and the other gestured to a window high up in the central tower, set within a triangular arch.
“Do you see that window,” she said quietly, “The room beyond was once Prince Endymion's War Room. It was there that he and his Knights, later Beryl's very first General-Kings, met. It is the most fortified room in the palace, save the throne room itself.”
The General-Queen smiled down at Zinkenite, “I would like you to have it. I'm not a tactician, Zinkenite. I don't...” Tanzanite paused, and frowned quietly, “Think things through. It will be put to better use by your hands than mine.”
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