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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:39 am
[PRP] O'Mirror where art thou
Ate & Navi
Ate has been thinking more and more about her role in the white moon order. She just can't help but shake a feeling of unease, but more than anything of being trapped. Maybe its time to see if the grass is any greener on the darker side. [Read it here]
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:41 am
[BAT] We Are Supposed to do What?
Ate & Virtus
Head full of thoughts and problems Ate goes to find the one thing that can clear her mind of all worrys. Beating the snot out of someone. And today is her lucky day. Read it here
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:48 am
[PRP] Skating All Over the World
Venice & Aitana
Well the only other way Venice clears her head is to skate and since she had already fought Virtus as Ate to sort out her mind and failing there is only one more thing to do! At least she has some company [Read it here
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:53 am
[SOLO] Killing in the name of… - Part 1
Word count: 2154
Authors Note: This RP is not for the faint hearted, there are swear words, gruesome visionary and lots of murder/death. Please do not read if any of this upsets you, you have been warned.
The night was closing in like a cold blanket over the city; the streets were emptying of workers and then slowly filling back up with the animals of the night - mainly the drunk ones. There was never a quite night in Destiny City. Such a large population bred want and need from all walks of life no matter how small. And humans were no different. They wanted absolution, they needed meaning and depth and alcohol gave that too them. Drink let that feeling intensive and be numbed, allowed it to be replaced with something else, if only for a little while.
But in a short time it could be destroyed forever….
Somewhere in Destiny city the night was closing in like a cold blanket, the streets emptied of workers and the drunks filled it right back up. And tonight someone’s life as they knew it was going to end forever.
New clothes clinging to every curve, every inch and width of her frame Super Sailor Ate walked the streets of Destiny City. Sure she felt more like a prostitute at this moment than a super hero but who was she or anyone else to judge the fates? She looked dam good. And then there was even more reason to celebrate Even after all the skirmishes with the Dark Mirror Court her leg was fully healed and the bruises and cuts were a thing of the past. She felt great! Invincible even. And she wanted this night to go off with a bang. Negaverse agents beware, Super Sailor Ate was on the prowl!
Taking to the roof tops Ate peered from each corner, the smells of the streets hitting her nose with added gusto. Smoke, pollution, the smell of shame and disgust, it was all there in the night just waiting to soak into the buildings. It was like a disease, but Ate loved every second of it. This was her town. She had grown to love it, become apart of it. She had family and friends here, a job and a home. And more than anything she had become apart of something so much more than herself, something amazing. She was a senshi….maybe not a very good one with all the illegal activities she got up to but she was still one of the White Moon Order.
She was powerful and she loved it.
She had only ever felt this feeling within her derby games, the power over another person, brute strength, the thrill of the chase, the euphoria of winning. But it had nothing on actually knowing and being and doing everything a Senshi entailed. It was a long time coming but Ate had finally started getting a grip over this, if anything she knew this power was hers and hers alone. And if anything she wanted more. To feel it running through her veins, pushing against her legs, lifting her though the pain of another battle, it was worth it. It was always worth it.
Finding it was a problem though.
Of course Venice always found a way and if it wasn’t outrunning the police or dumping huge amounts of rubbish on someone’s lawn (usually a customer who had given her a hard time) she was finding Negaverse agents to take it out on. Yet…the sneaky buggers were becoming better at hiding and the ones who didn’t were weak, wet behind the ears and not worth working up a sweat. She needed more of a challenge without being stupid. Venice might have been an adrenaline junkie at heart but if she had learnt anything from her father it was to not look for trouble you couldn’t handle without back up, and that was the problem, she had none. It had been a year in this life as a Senshi and she had no partner in crime, no teammates or comrades in arms. It was just her. Sure she had been helped and also helped others but at the end of the day they always left, she was lucky to ever see them again. She had always been in a team in nearly every part of her life, her family were one, her roller derby another. There was the group she did art class with and a squad of her closest friends who were prepared to get wasted every night. They were known as the Slaughter’Hos, a glorious name for a glorious bunch of weirdos. Venice was a singular person but she didn’t shine till she had someone by her side, she missed that and if anything it was the worst thing about being a senshi. Even being beaten to death wasn’t as scary if you had someone with you. Even the Negaverse creeps had partners left, right and centre! Why was she the only one to be left out? What was wrong with her? If an ally of Chaos could find more support and friendship than her then maybe…well maybe she should….No! She shouldn’t think that way!
It didn’t matter how long she thought about it, things weren’t going to change sitting on top of a roof in the dark dressed as a hooker. She was strange but she wasn’t that strange. It was time to start the night with a bang, maybe some burglaries needed stopping (or helping with)? An agent trying to steal a heart crystal or two or here’s ‘hoping to god’ a giant Youma to have some fun with. Testing the feel of her gloves she slammed one fist into the other as she viewed the city before her. Allowing her senses to open up to the breeze she felt for the spikes of taint that flowed from Chaos. She was ready for them, she wanted them, she had to have them and she was closing in on - actually…nope! Not a thing! She was getting absolutely zip all!
“Awww com’on guys! I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing, where are you! Freezing my tits off up here….”
Turning her head slowly she closed her eyes hoping she could block out all the background noises making up the night… street noise…she couldn’t…barking, laughing…...nothing….music playing….cars driving….concentrate….bottles smashing –THERE! A scream! She started with a jolt, her eyes still semi-closed as her body lurched forward towards the direction of the shout. Jumping off the roof Ate raced across the concrete as she pushed her way towards the noise. Flashes of her first night racing in her mind as the screams became louder. A woman, a woman was screaming, she sounded terrified. An agent wouldn’t be so careless but a Youma was stupid enough to attack someone in the open. She just had to get there in time before anything was taken, energy or worse.
Jumping over bins and boxes the tall walls covered her chase in darkness; she knew the backstreets like her own flesh and blood. There wasn’t a turn missed or mistaken street taken as she moved faster towards her target. The voice was getting louder now, more frantic and scared. There was panic, absolute panic in her tone. Ate had heard that type of scream before and again her first night raced through her mind. She could still picture the news report of the young college girl being raped and murdered yards away from her apartment block. The worst thing about it was that it wasn’t an attack for energy, no Chaos minion was involved, no magic mirrors. Just straight forward human cruelty. She didn’t do anything that night, couldn’t have done anything. But not now, not now that she had the power to stop it completely.
And she wasn’t about to let an opportunity like that be missed.
~*****~
Yards away under the shelter of an old disused warehouse lay a woman of mid-forties. Curly blonde hair framed her once pretty face, petite shoulders sagging as she tried to cover herself with the bare rags that used to be her top. Matted blood from a wound just above her eyebrow was thick with dirt and grit from the floor, her hands bloodied and nails broken from escape attempts that had failed time and time again. The chains around her wrists cut into her skin, her hands now an angry swelling purple from lack of circulation was almost too painful to bare but it didn’t matter. This pain was worth while. If she could push her hands though she could escape, she could be free. It didn’t matter that she had tried this action countless times before and paid the price for doing so. But she couldn’t let these monsters win, she couldn’t. She had children, a husband, a good job and an active social life. Her world was perfect. How did she end up here? It was a horrible blur. She had been leaving to go home, she remembered shopping in her hand - it was going to be casserole for dinner, Jim’s favourite. She could remember grabbing her keys and then a darkness. Felt someone’s hand over her mouth, a horrible smell eloping her nostrils and then nothing.
How long had she been here?
She couldn’t understand what was happing and why her. “Please…anyone” She hadn’t done anything wrong! She just wanted to see her children, she wanted to go home. Please, let her go home. The beatings were getting worse now, the cuts deeper. She had seen them, one man, maybe a woman. They never showed her their faces but they would mutter between themselves before laying into her. They would collect blood samples from her, drink from it. She had been violated too but her mind wouldn’t let her concentrate on that part. She could never think about that, never. There were writings on the walls as well; she had seen them before her eyes swelled shut with bruises. Now only her ears warned her of their impending approach. “Please help me…” Such strange words and funny symbols, she remember thinking of a movie set when she first saw them, had clung to that hope that this was all a big joke. But the punch line never came; it just carried on and on and on.
Was it night now? The kidnappers hadn’t returned yet, even the woman who usually visited with scraps of food and questionable water hadn’t come today. Hunger had no meaning anymore but the thirst, the need for water was agonising. She could block her mind from the pain of a fist but her blistering throat never let her forget basic human needs. ”Am going to dieShe would scream again if it helped, she would scream for hours and hours until her voice would break and she was left exhausted with the effort. But nobody ever came. Nobody except for the man and the woman.
She didn’t want to die.
New blood flowed down her hands as she pushed at her skin, each layer coming of in thin strips as she clawed and pulled at the handcuffs. It wouldn’t even budge. Pulling she tried to yank the mental links of the chain but she could hardly stand let alone bend mental to her will. She was going to die here. She was going to die here and no one would ever find her. If she could cry she would scream a river but her eyes could no longer produce tears. Everything hurt, everything had stop working. It was as if her body was telling her to give up while her mind wouldn’t
Yet it didn’t matter.
For all her preying, screaming, hoping and wishing they never missed a day. She would never be able to escape them. On cue the grate of metal on metal echoed through the basement. Soon a filter of murky light would break though the ceiling until it became a glowing square, suggesting freedom and more. But she never got to go near that box; it was only ever seen and never touched. Her heart was skipping beats, beats she needed, beats she tried to calm as the rusting ladder was pushed through the hole and her captors descended into her tortured world. She couldn’t help it, she had started to panic. Even after all this time she still gave them the joy of seeing her squirm in their presence. They loved that. If anything it fed their beatings. They didn’t want a strong silent type, they wanted one that would squeal and beg for their life. And this woman fitted perfectly.
Covered from head to toe in crimson red the makeshift robes swamped their forms concealing their identities. Like some sort of cheap cult they walked together mumbling incoherent words. Words the woman had familiarised herself with over and over again. Soon they would reach for their anthems and the butchering would start. She couldn’t let it happen again, she couldn’t. Even though it was futile, even if no one could hear her she had to do it. Reaching down for some small piece of energy the women let her head flop back and screamed for all her worth.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 10:10 am
[SOLO]Killing in the name of – Part 2
Word Count: 4000
The air was rank with sweat, tears and smoke but if anything it just fuelled Sailor Ate onwards. Her legs were starting to feel the burn from running, her lungs restricting against her chest as she breathed out heavy. If she wasn’t so dam addicted and so dam in love with the buggers she would give up smoking in a heart beat. Yet she wasn’t quite ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, even if smoking would cause that ultimate sacrifice in the end. Her palms were sweaty from forming a hardened fist, nails digging into skin as she pounded the side walks. The woman’s voice had soon stopped screaming in her mind but she could still sense the direction, still feel the vibrations of unease and fear on the wind. It wouldn’t be long now till she burst upon the Youma or even the clumsy Negaverse agent performing the deed. Who ever was stupid enough to allow their energy to spike out like that and also let their victim scream were just plain idiots. Ate would be upon them in mere moments and then the real party could start.
~*****~
Turning the poker slowly over the man couldn’t help but stroke the cool side of the mental with a gloved hand. Even through this material the heat from the fire was apparent and he soon had to pull his fingers away from the warming mental. His breath was ragged and fast, he wasn’t as young as he used to be. These little rituals took far more out of him than they ever did do, so much that he had to take on an apprentice in case things went…wrong
After all eternal life was only a mere sacrifice away.
But so much was resting on this final push towards salvation. So many before her and if correct so many after as well. But he wasn’t getting any younger and the cancer was spreading more rapidly than originally thought. What was once a past time, an offering to the ghosts and demons of the other place was now a frantic call for help. But ones life could only be measured in how much blood you spilt and since he had none to spare, well, it was safe to say others would just have to do.
Fifty four all together, homeless, diseased, confused. All he had tempted away and chained before their final ending. Their redemption. He should have been a god in their eyes and yet here he was struck down by the most common of human disease. Bile rose and he spat it in the direction of the burning fire, listening with satisfaction as it hissed and died away. He had had enough of waiting for this illness to claim him. He had given too much to this world for his loyalty to not be rewarded. He needed to live. He had so much more to give. He had family, a wife, grandchildren. They needed him. What had been a life’s quirky habit was now a life altering path to freedom. He wrote down the runes, sang out the incarnations and drank his way though pints and pints of blood. Medicine didn’t work, modern or herbal. But there had always been one thing he had relied on. His faith. His beautiful faith. And now it would help him in his time of need. This woman would exchange her life force for his. His life would be prolonged, even healed. After the first ritual he didn’t think it had worked but surviving the first milestone was a miracle the doctors said. Then after then next he lived a further three months, then another six. Soon he was performing a ritual every month and every month he lived. No one could alter his mind on this. These sacrifices were aiding his life. And there would be nothing that stopped him.
He didn’t want to die.
But desperate times called for desperate measures. He hadn’t found a homeless person in days, the diseased were holed up in places he couldn’t reach and new policies meant the confused never walked alone. And he was running out of time. He would never take a civilian without a dam good reason, and now he had one. Only the most frantic decisions decided upon her fate that night, he saw his chance, he took it. Plain and simple. It was now time to finish what he started. Turning slowly he saw the woman twisting away from him, her arms snaked with blood and tears as the apprentice cut another gouge into her arm collecting the nectar that seeped out. His assistance was merely a girl, a young attending from the coven circles he had visited – pointless gatherings of half wits and imbeciles. They had no idea of the power that lay behind the words they spoke. It was just all fairy lights and candles to them. She had been easy to manipulate, the perfect sort to be sneaked into his world. No connections, no friends. Seeking salvation. He offered it all and more. In return she helped him collect the victims, performed the rites of passage when the cancer struck back and helped him clean up when his bones wouldn’t move. She had be gift, a very replaceable gift.
The woman had ceased struggling against the blade, her pale skin and sunken cheekbones displaying clearly how long she had been kept within confinement but now, now she had finally been cleansed. She was ready to be consumed.
“My child, your sacrifice is most appreciated. As you reach the final stages you will live on for years to come. You will be more than yourself. So much more… Luciana, let us begin.”
~*****~
The sentimental value of the old fool caught a nerve with Ate as she crept further into the warehouse. The place was sealed tighter than her scoring corset but with a little bit of elbow grease and a well time rocked she was able to smash her way in though a boarded window. The planks of wood had aged just enough for her to kick them in, the echo of their fall masked by other sounds plaguing the building. Stalking she made her way through the desolate rooms, some held traces of life while others has been left to rot in time. Even the machinery seem to groan with impatience of the rust as she pressed her back against a dusty clog. She could see light from within another room, dark except for a lamp nestled behind some cabinets. The lack of Youma smell struck her as odd, surly there had to be some evidence somehwhere? It was then that she heard his voice carry from the lit room, or more precisely below it. Her hair sticking to her face from sweat she lowered herself beside the hatch that had been shoddily built into the floorboards. There his voice rang loud in her ears as he spoke of sacrifice.
A Negaverse sacrifice maybe? The name Luciana was mentally logged as she lifted herself slowly into hole. It wasn’t a name an agent would use, if sounded like a proper name, not a precious stone. A cold lump landed in her stomach as she realised just who it may have been…and then a fiery excitement melted it away.
It was just a guy. Just a regular old person with a serious screw loose. No magical powers, no giant Youma. Just human. Someone who when she punched would actually feel it. And it would hurt. Her giddiness almost made her topple over as she landed with a thud on the ground. She almost let the delightful sound escape her mouth as she thought of the way she was going to punch a hole right though his face. She didn’t care if he was just stealing her purse or taking a more violent approach, she was going to appreciate every second of letting loose on this guy and having a good punch up.
But what awaited sent shock waves through her core.
A woman, barely dressed and cut in every available space was slowly being skewered through her chest by a hot poker. Its heated edges cauterising the skin as it drilled at her flesh. One cloaked person as pushing it though as the other read aloud from a book as if nothing was happening before them. The woman’s once powerful screams were now mere whispers as the weapon penetrated her chest, forcing its way past the bone. All it needed was a few more seconds before striking gold gaining entry into the chest cavity. It would all be over for her. Vomit filled her mouth as the stench of the place grabbed at her nostrils. This wasn’t a one time act - this was murder scene of hundreds. The walls stank of death. Venice cupped her mouth and nose. She couldn’t understand what she was seeing. She had seen death sure, watched battles that had ended poorly for some. But always in self defence, always fighting for something. This was just cruelty. This was madness.
“Whu - S-stop….Stop it, STOP IT!” Her hand snapped away as her temper rose and flashed. How could they? How could they? The woman didn’t even have a fighting chance! Of course she was shocked at the destruction these people were causing the poor woman but it didn’t strike her how it should. Sure it was gross but nothing that she hadn’t seen in derby matches (leg bones through shins were a constant threat) and she knew dam well she had felt like doing that to a few people in her life time. But the fact that she was chained! That just wasn’t fair! She had always been one for toeing the line of right and wrong - Venice couldn’t be seen as an innocent victim at any rate. But she stood for equality at least. Beat yourself to death for all she cared but do it on equal terms and let each side fight! The woman was in no fit state to that even if she managed to realise her. She had to do this herself.
Oh lucky days.
“Stand away from her! You sick ********! I am Super Sailor Ate! Senshi of Pollution! Am the only one who gets to mess up this town and its time to take out the garbage!!” It was amazing she could still think of a catchy entrance at this moment let alone speak.
The two kidnappers froze at her first command, both turning slowly as she finished her second. Maybe she wasn’t what they were expecting but the smaller one started to laugh as the older of the two visibly started shaking. Whether it was from fear, rage or just mirth was yet to be seen. Snapping his fingers the cloaked girl pulled the poker out from the womans bleeding chest. The audible sound escaping from the dying womans lips seemed to echo around the room. If she was going to do this she didn’t have much time. Rushing forward the girl swung the poker like a mace, no real training just flailing wildly hoping to hit Ate where it hurt. The Senshi saw this and grinned. They may be professional nut-jobs but when it came to fighting they hadn’t a clue. Ducking the metal object Ate leaned in aiming two fists into her stomach and then at her jaw line. Bullseye. The cracking sound of a jaw splitting was music to her ears as she brought down another fist on to her cheek. A lucky shot with the poker caught Ate’s leg splitting it open along her thigh but the adrenaline was already pumping. She didn’t feel a thing.
“Ha! You can’t even fight! What's wrong, am I not weak and pathetic enough for you!” The girl had already fallen to the floor, her hood collapsing away to reveal a anaemic looking child, barely older than fifteen staring back at her. If it wasn’t for the cloak around her shoulders Ate would have taken her to be another victim so feeble and gaunt looking she was. Her hair had been hacked away in places and scars and bruises ran up the side of her face as if she had been clawing at her skin. The girl was obviously insane, made all the more so as she started to laugh hysterically at the Sailor scout. Venice was always up for a laugh but she didn’t consider for a second she would be getting this joke.
“Sweetie your going to have to explain that one to me, you just an-UFF!” A horrible whooshing noise told Ate what was coming before her neck and head had time to respond as the plank of wood can whirling past her shoulders knocking her down. The man, hood now resting over his back, held the wood between old fingers, splinters and the such grabbing at his flesh as he struggled to catch his breath. The small burst of energy was enough to wind himself, lungs aching with such pain he though they would burst in his chest. He needed to finish the ritual, time was short and he was getting weaker.
“Luciana…please, the book…” The child had been watching Ate’s flying body as it landed in a heap against the wall, a nice sized lump already forming at her temple as she moaned out in discomfort. Picking the book up the girl hurried back to her partner and passed him the object, a hint of a smile, almost friendly and caring passed over her lips as she held his gaze for a second longer. Sadly the beautiful moment between two psycho was broken by a continuous line of swear words.
“%&@*$ FOR ********! ********! GOD ******** DAMIT! I told you to STOP!” Pushing herself up Ate swayed slightly as she pointed a hand towards the pair, both trying their best to ignore her. They didn’t know what to think of an adult woman playing dress up but there were slightly more pressing matters to deal with than a girl who thought herself a superhero. Like the key to eternal life. Grabbing the atheme the younger woman once again came at Venice, more vigilant and forceful than before as she cut the air between them. Ate danced just as hard back, moving her arm when needing, jumping and ducking when challenged. She had started to feel tired now as the girl once again cut close to her neck. Her thigh and arms were bleeding heavily, one even looked serious as the pain no longer took heed of Ate’s head and instead drove her body down. Kicking out she caught the girl below the waist, the air knocked from her lungs as she double over. Taking her chance she grabbed the girls wrist with both hands and started to twist. She begged for a snapping sound as the girls shrieks became hysterical, her free hand raining down on Ate’s hair and faces as she tugged and pulled for release.
This was going no where fast, and the old man could see it.
“Stop messing about Luciana! Kill her and be done with it!” He had hoped they might at least keep her till next month but at this rate the ritual was in dire need of saving. The kidnapped woman was losing blood fast and the words of transition hadn’t even been uttered. The memory of his grandchildren playing before him flashed through his mind as his wife brought lemonade and cookies. So happy, so perfect, so idelic. He wouldn’t let it end. Not now, not tonight. Of course Venice had to come and ruin the party.
“Be done with this s**t head! Tox-ic Cycl-one Bla-st!" Turning her hand Ate brought every scrap of grime, muck and pollution into the room as she let go of the blade and jumped back. Forming a circle with her hands she allowed it to gather into a ball before her, willing there to be more pollution than there actually was. Her powers would make no difference here. It did however make the two captures sit up and take notice. After all the closest they had come to any real magic were reports of terrorist attacks plaguing the city. Not that that would be admitted to of course. The sludge ball flew towards the girl who now banished the blade in her hand. She was snarling like a dog with a chew toy as she battered out with her hand catching the unstable mess with her forearm. It crumbled pathetically as all three of them watched it scatter on the floor. A smug look appearing on the elder’s face as the other started to laugh at the remenents of the attack, no longer watching Ate but instead giggle at the waste of power before her. It was the last sound she would ever make. Ate’s fist was on her before she even had chance to look up, a combo of right and left jabs peppered down on her until a lucky strike caught her just below the jaw line. It sent her thin neck snapping back.
There was a moment, a mere glance of confusion as the girl looked at Ate for a second. It was almost like she didn’t know what had just happened. Why was a girl sweating and shaking perfusily in font of her, why were her eyes wide as saucers. Why was it so cold. Her eyes weren’t filled with vengeance now, just…emptiness. With a disjointed sway the girl fell back, her neck resting at a funny broken angle.
Silence.
Not even the whimpering of the captured woman penetrated Ate’s ears. She was just staring at the body in front of her. Because that was what it was now. A body. The girl was dead and it was all because of her. And it had been so dam easy. She didn’t feel upset, or angry even the shock at how it felt on her fist didn’t even register. Its not like she hadn’t seen a dead body, but a dead body by her hand. It felt strange. She just felt elated. She had just beaten her, beaten her to death. The better fighter had won and the loser had to pay the ultimate price. It was satisfying to know.
“NOO! LUCIANA!” The rush of fabric distracted the Sailor as the man appeared beside her, his hands suddenly cradling the broken girls neck as her tested for a pulse. It was obvious she was gone, her stare was eternal now. She would never see again…and Venice had done that. She felt a pinch of power, almost pride strike at her. Was this what the Negaverse creeps felt after attacking people? Uhh she didn’t want to think about that. This was different. She had killed someone because they needed to be killed not because she got her jollies from it. This was different.
“She’s gone old man! But don’t worry I can send you right on after her!” Ate fell back into a defensive pose as she watched the cultist wipe tears from his eyes. As if this moment out of everything else he had seen and heard had been nothing compared to this. “y-you killed her….you killed her.”
Oh great a soppy murder, she really couldn’t be doing with this right now, she was on a roll. “Yeah, yeah. Am the bad person here. You torture a woman to an inch of her life and I get one lucky hit on said torturer and am the evil one!? Yep! I have no problems beating the snot out of you as well!”
Stepping forward the man flinch, pushing the dead body towards Ate as if setting up some sort of barrier between him and her. She couldn’t understand it, one minute he was cocky murder and now he was a crying old man? This was starting to become a giant mind ******** are you doing? Are you scared now? Are you scared of me NOW?” His small gulp of fear was all the answer she needed. All the gusto had suddenly gone from him. He was now looking panicked.
“P..please. Please don’t. You cant kill me, you can’t. I can help you, you know? I know the secrets to eternal life…please, jail me don’t kill me please…I have family…”
Pausing Ate let that last bit sink in. Here was a man weeping before her and stating his reason to live. Pathetic excuses. For what he had just done to countless people and would probably do to countless more if freed there was no appropriate jail sentence. Even if he wasn't prepared to fight her back she could take one for the team.
“Family? Don’t you think she has family!? Don’t you! Why should you live and she die when her family are just as important! WHY!!” Her eyes were ablaze with fury as she pointed a finger towards the unconscious body of the chained victim. She had fallen into an unrestful coma watching the fight happen, a comforting sound echoing in her ears as she heard the girls neck breaking. She was nearly free. She would be home soon.
Ate on the other hand was far from wanting to leave. Every step she took the man moved away, his chest hurting his breath coming out in ragged sweeps as he fought to gain ground.
“Please…am dying, am dying. I just, I n-needed to, I needed to” – “SHUT UP!” A hand came flying though the air slapping him across the face as he shrieked in pain. His skin papery soft and weak under her hand as it split and bleed onto the floor. Ate couldn’t deny it, what ever the man had he was obviously in a bad way. Now she saw him for the skeleton he really was, nothing more than sagging skin and bone.
It didn’t stop her.
She took more steps towards him planning to kick and punch him into oblivion before catching her foot on the cooling poker from minutes early. Staring at its crisp sharp edges covered in muck and blood she was going to ignore it when her mind took a wicked twist and grinned.
“You like to torture people don’t you? Finding them and making them pay for what ever reason you sick ******** think of.” Picking it up she never once lifted her eyes from the man's face as she tested it in her palm. “You like to torture them and kill them. I would ask how many, I would ask how you got away with it for so long.” She stopped playing with the stick and stared hard into his eyes. “But you see I just don’t care. I don't care how you did it because your reasons mean s**t to me. I don’t care if you got off on it, or it helped you find your eternal life. I just care about making sure you never get that chance again. Because people like you make me sick. You prey on the weak and the helpless. Now you could say that am doing the same with you right now.” She flipped the poker dangerous close to his nose, the smell of mental and rust catching his senses. Panic was truly overwhelming as he tried to look for any way out, any weapon. Anything. But nothing came to hand. He just had to sit, sit and shuffle back till the wall blocked him off and Ate would catch up. “And your right, except am going to make an exception. You may not be a challenge to me but its going to be worth. Every. Single. Moment. Give my regards to Luciana.”
She made the final movement as she stepped over him, both hands on the poker as she brought it down with force she never knew she could have.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 10:21 am
[BAT] Look at the SIZE of that thing!
Ate & Tsui
Trying to push what she had just done from her mind Ate goes patrolling again but if anything, even though she wishes to make herself feel guilty about what happened she is instead secretly proud. But tonight she gets to share that feeling over somebody else. [Read it here]
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 10:24 am
[BAT] All Shades of Black and Blue
Atë x Remarque
Venice gets to meet up unknowingly with her civilian gym partner in another sort of challenge, this time fighting against one another as Ate and Remarque. [Read it here]
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 10:32 am
[PRP]The Tainted Glass is always Greener
Chaonis & Atë
In a list bid to gain some perspective Ate visits the only Sailor that actually made sense in this crazy word...sadly they were busy so she went to the next best thing and grab a certain Eternal Senshi's attention. [Read it here]
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 10:34 am
[SOLO] Space Exploration: The journey
Word Count: 694
The time had finally come.
Since being woken Venice had never taken the option to visit her supposed home planet, the charge and source of her powers. She knew its name of course, her title so surprising given to her all those months ago. Ate. When she spoke it in her mind it was friendly and reassuring. This was her name, just as much as Venice was. It was apart of her, a big part. She never wanted this role to define her but after 18 months of doing nothing but fight the Negaverse she was more likely to be found as Super Sailor Ate than her mild mannered civilian self…if one could call Venice such a thing. She didn’t mind though. She loved the feeling of power coursing its way through her body, adored the might she could wield and brooded fondly over the fights she ended up in. If it wasn’t for her sheer lack of morals and rejection of the law she would have been the perfect soldier. Instead she revelled in the challenges brought to her by her opponents, be they Youma or Human, evil or good, she didn’t care. As long as they fought and fought well.
But as her mind wandered over her past encounters she couldn’t help the thrill or excitement of the more bloody battles coming to mind. The fights with higher risks and deadly consequences. Those were her favourite. The possibility of being the last battle, the adrenaline she got from those were explosive. And there was no point in pretending that a fight was going to be the ‘last battle’ she had. If she was pretending it just wasn’t good enough. But to know that if she continued she or them would end up dead? Well the chills down her spine at the thought spoke volumes.
It was weird, she didn’t feel like she had a death wish, fighting just made her feel like she had purpose. Even if the more she did it the further she slipped into darkness. She had always been drawn to danger with it being apart of her life for a long time. Her father fighting in the army, her love for roller derby and her annoying need to break things and then to (shoddily) fix them again. She could sit for hours trying to figure out her inner most workings but she no longer had the time. Plus she had already tried and got no where. She had even roped in other senshi to try and help and if anything she was now even more confused. Some had banished her a traitor already, others were willing fro her to fall further from grace. She was a dam good senshi but she couldn’t help but feel rejected. Her whole personality was against this justice fuelled role she had taken on. And normally she could live with that, she wasn’t evil…or she didn’t think she was at one time. But being a senshi had shown her a new part of herself that she shouldn’t like, but instead she loved. She didn’t belong here, not on this side anyway.
But she wasn’t about to give up with out a fair fight. After all that was what she loved.
There was more thing she could do and that was to take a trip to her proverbial home planet. Maybe something there would inspire her to open her heart once again to the Order and be healed of her taint. Even if her taint was a natural blemish to start with. She needed to do something because right now, unless she changed her ways, she was on a fast track to becoming a crazed lunatic running amok in DeeCee. A crazed loon with magical powers mind you.
The Negaverse had never looked so good right now. And in a way, that scared her more than anything.
Pulling the familiar henshin pen from her pocket she called forth her powers and allowed the green sparkles and delicate silk to transform her into her alter ego. Her cell phone already in her palm she looked down at the button that gleamed wildly at her. Beckoning her, calling to her to come home. She was more than happy to oblige with this as she closed her eyes and pressed it down.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 9:18 am
[Solo] Space Exploration: The Dreaming
Word count: 1231
The sun’s rays were barely reaching this place now. An hour ago it had blazed brightly enough to crave a shield from its painful flame. Not that there was anyone left to do such a task or care. No, the only thing that stirred in this dead place was the resistant swamps bubbling sluggishly at its own existence as the light died from the horizon and cast the area into night. The air shimmed with a force that was fragile from centuries of misuse and solar winds, the weak spots glowed forbiddingly as the power diluted back into ether. Its time was coming to an end.
But not without one last visitor…
Waking to find the touch of soil and grit beneath her fingers Ate struggled to regain her memory from that morning. She had travelled. Travelled so fast and so swift that it had taken her breath away. And she remembered light. No. Not juts light but stars, thousands of them. Blurring past her until she felt herself melting into the tunnel of bright white. It was with a bang that she had fallen back to earth…or at least what she thought was earth. For she had travelled millions of miles from the place she called home to a world that once would have shared the same title long ago.
After a few minutes her mind finally registered that she had landed on her back and was looking up towards the twirling stars. The ground was still warm but the chill of night had crept up along her arms and with it brought a shiver of fright. Where she had been moments before was not cold or dark but light and warm, with a bed in one corner and a desk in the other. Here she could only feel an open expanse above her head and a incredible sense that she could fall into the sky with nothing to stop her. If her life wasn’t the s**t rollercoaster that it was she would have never believed any of this. She would have just closed her eyes and dreamed of that special channel she received illegally. But this was no page 3 model before her. This was her planet, her namesake, her home.
And it was a right dump.
Forcing herself to accept the inevitable she had reached for her core muscles and pulled herself into a sitting position. Head swimming with nausea she took a deep breath before squinting her eyes at all that lay before her and nearly shat herself stupid in the process. Having taken in the immediate ‘safe’ area she turned to gaze into the open abyss that was something of a ********. The massive wound opened threateningly beside her and shrieking with panic she pushed herself away from its edge, her feet forcing itself into the soil as she grabbed anything for leverage. She had never seen such a tear in the earth like this and it seemed to go on for miles and miles. Had this been the effect of a meteorite? Or the war? It seemed impossible that magic could do such a thing but here was a ******** canyon of epic proportions. If this was the effect of Chaos power then they were all screwed!
Mumbling something about a giant laser beam Ate gathered her wits and stood up too look further into the pit. It was only on walking closer that she face planted into a solid force before her. He hands reached out and she realised although only meters away there was a glass shield separating herself from the chasm. Placing her face against the cold solid surface she looked out and into the hole which only caused her stomach to drop further and she back away again hoping her lunch wasn’t making an unwelcomed return. She could handle rooftops and jumping down manholes but something of that size was enough to get the hardened girl shaking in her heels. What had happened here?
Ate knew her home planet was indeed a comet curtsey of Wikipedia but how it had got to this point was lost to the ages. If she had the ability to find out it would have been unsettling to know that Ate was indeed a planet in ages gone by but destroyed by self greed and corruption. The civilisation that had managed to survive and had built a powered city upon its remains within reinforced domes. The city had grown to be a hub of activity once trade had started and it regained some of the glory it once held. Until the next war started of course and then the light was truly snubbed out from this world.
Ate found herself within one of these domes that scattered the surface. Hers was one of three grouped together, smaller compared to the one that sat to the right with its hull cracked and splintering with tiny debris floating out into the atmosphere. She realised with tiny regent that there would be no way she could leave these glass prisons. There was no atmosphere out there and last time she checked she enjoyed oxygen. The further she looked the more she could see broken domes and ruined landscape. Chaos had seriously done a number on this place, if anything she felt a small niggle of anger but quickly pushed it away. She had come here for some answers, maybe even a vision as she had heard others had experienced. But the thought that she could gain anything from this place except dust weighed heavy on her mind. She doubted there was anything of value left here. It was a graveyard without memories or bodies to fill it and somehow that suited Ate’s feelings. Maybe it was better to see this place as a ruined corpse because then she would have nothing to miss. Gathering her wits she went in search for anything, anything that might give her an answer. She glanced upon pieces of machinery that groaned and cracked under her touch, flooring that creaked and gave way as she traced her way back and forth. There was a single ramp leading down towards steel doors, carved with fantastic swirls and letter unreadable to Ate’s mind. No matter what she did though, including banging, swearing and nearly making out with it caused the doors to open. She was truly stuck in this rapidly boring dome.
“Com’on planet! Show me something! Tell me anything! Who am I for example? WHO!...” She smacked the door with her palm in frustration as the room echoed back her words. This was a great ******** waste of time! She should be awe struck; she should be fighting back the tears. Instead she was having an argument with a structure that looked like it could snap at any minute. Eyes closed she rested her head against the steel, it cooling properties working their magic on her skin as she breathed in. What was she truly expecting though? For someone to make her life all better? For a piece of cloth to remind her that she was truly a white court senshi and she was loyal to the crown? That these thoughts and doubts were all Venice and not Ate the Sailor Senshi?
“Hmph…I guess I’ll never know….”
Falling to the floor she leaned back on the markings, closed her eyes and tried to dream.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 4:01 am
[Solo] Space Exploration: The Story
Word count: 1418
It wasn’t a vision of past planet Ate that played out before her but an unknown personal memory to the Senshi, shrouded in holes and gaps it was hard to tell what was real and pure in this foggy dream. There was fire, she could remember that at least but the rest was a blur. The heat from the flames felt so real she swore she felt blisters developing on her exposed skin, felt the tingle and eventual pain as it snaked its way across skin and nerves and then finally into tendons and bone. It was hard to pinpoint anything, although the screaming seemed to slice through the haze clear enough. Horrified screams that cut off abruptly or lingered out into dying whispers. Some she was sure came from her own vocal cords but there were sounds of all ages coming from around her, howls and yells of pain and urgency that never seemed to be answered. It just continued. She eventually found her feet, her vision shifting from horizontal to vertical in staggered movements until she felt steady enough to stand. Leaning on the wall she yelp and sprung back as it scorched her bare skin red raw. The whole place was like an oven, everything was melting and burning. The smoke was so thick she couldn’t see more than 5 meters in front of her and her chest constricted in protest at the poisons that leaked down her throat. She could hear sharp cursing from afar before realising it was herself, her own voice sounding different in this strange environment. She didn’t feel right, Ate could muster that much from this strange experience, this wasn’t her, not as she was now. She felt almost taller, thinner even and although the smell of burning hair tinged her nose she could make out that it ran far past her waist in long silky strands. The dream was still rushing by in fragments as the girl she inhabited tried to run from the room, dodging burning furniture or worse the recently deceased. She could feel the panic pulsing inside her from the girl’s thoughts, the skin painful and bleeding as pulled herself through cave-ins and broken windows. There were more people here, the fire still raging but not as fierce but still sickeningly close.
Her name was called, no not her name but this person she dreamed off, it was so familiar but in a tongue she couldn’t reproduce. Even when she woke she wouldn’t be able to recall it but it would sing out in her mind, a frantic voice full of relief and panic as it loomed in closer. Ate could only tense in her own panic as the owner of the shout came into view and her world shifted again. His face, for surly its voice had sounded male, was covered by what Ate could only think of as a modern day plague mask. Tubes and wiring seemed to sprout from the right side where an injury had taken place and a black liquid ran steadily from it. The long beak was attached to a heavy set tube that ran back into the body suit he was wearing, tattered robs still singed and burning in some areas covered his arms and hug limply at his side. He was shouting again, more frantic this time but Ate’s world had swam back into darkness and the event scattered like the clay bricks exploding around them.
It must have been days, weeks even from what Ate could sense in the fragmented drips of time. She knew she had slept, heard voices, seen things but nothing returned to that moment of the fire. No one explained it, no one even mentioned it. Unable to piece the timeline together she couldn’t tell if what she saw next happened before or after the fire. These visions were even less clear, laughter and smiles, tears and mourning, all mingled into one endless dream. It was like she was watching TV through a misted lens, sometimes things were perfect and then it shifted unexpectedly and she was once again staring at fog. How long would this continue till she truly woke? She felt like years had passed but in the here and now she had been sleeping for only a few hours, the dust gently settling over her as she watched a broken record of time in her minds eye.
The first indication that she felt the heat again was after a scene of equal fear. She was no longer in the body of anyone but instead floated above a city square, its ruined buildings peppering its sides as smog and ash rained down around her. The streets were filled with rows and rows of people. Some dressed head to toe in body suits and heavy set gas masks, others in simpler clothes risking their health by covering their mouths with the edges of their robes. A tall woman in richer clothing and a mask that was clear but covered her whole face called out to the crowds for calm. She stood upon a hastily erected stage and spoke with open arms, her knight’s mere centimetres away as they protected their charge. There was talk of food, or a lack thereof and the crowd surged forward with the mention of further rationing and limited water supplies. Fierce shouting started at the back and quickly spread forward feeding the fury of the crowd, the desperation in their voices. The knights ordered for quiet, the woman beseeched them for peace but the flames of fear had already started and the crowd were already upon the stage ripping it apart. The panic fuelled their anger, fighting broke out, people were trampled under foot and screams echoed through the square. Ate watched as a figure appeared, an attack shouted and the smoke and debris that filled the square began to shift and spin. A cyclone of proportions Ate had never seen before swept through the crowds, forcing them to seek cover, picking the lighter ones up and tossing them against building like rag dolls. The female speaker was quickly led away by her knights as the Senshi below carried on her attacks, the crowd crying their desperation for her to stop as bodies fell silently down and failed to move again. It was with pure horror that Ate watched the Senshi continue this onslaught, as if the riot was the perfect excuse for the Sailor scout to start culling the people before her. She didn’t understand! Was this what Sailor scouts on her planet were used for? A weapon against her people instead of for them? She couldn’t even ponder the question before the scene was dragged away and into oblivion, the cold feel of solid ground becoming more real as she began to awake. Her eyes fluttered open, stringing against the dust upon them before she coughed and brought herself back into reality. Was that it? Was that what her planet had to show her? After centuries of silence its senshi had returned and that was what it had to show her? The destruction of a mysterious girl in an explosion and her own ancestor killing people for wanting more food? Was that her legacy? Were those the feet she had to follow?
Turning herself over she stretched the stiffness from her limbs, her cloths a mottled gray from the dirt that had landed on her and fell off in sheets as she moved. Her eyes watered with pain as she rubbed them into focus, her vision taking in the dome she had fallen asleep in. Where ever she had dreamed off was not here but somewhere much larger. She hadn’t seen anything but it stood to reason there may have been a dome housing a city in the past, a city that was wiped from existence when Chaos arrived. She thought she would again feel anger at this but instead she couldn’t bring herself to hate. By all means from what she saw in these vision these people were as bad a chaos and yet they were meant to be apart of the white court! She couldn’t wrap her head round it. She knew from experience not everyone who was apart of this court was your typical ‘good’ guy but they held an undeniable belief in protecting their people, their planet and their princess. What had seen here redeemed none of that. If anything they were destroying each other.
Just who the hell was she?
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 3:12 am
[Solo] Space Exploration: The End
Word count: 2436
Living those dreams had shook Ate, yes she had wanted to see something, be told and reassured that everything she was living through on earth was normal for her but nothing she had witnessed had calmed her down. If anything it had just heightened how ******** up she was and the asteroid she came from. This had been a waste of time, time she didn't have and her fingers closed into fists at the anger that surged through her. A total ******** waste of time. Her eyes burnt with the dust that had settled upon then and with a half hearted wipe she removed the worst before pulling herself up from the crooked position she had lay in and leaned back upon the broken machinery. The dust was chocking but it lay forgotten on her tongue as she thought back over her dreams. So this was what her home world had to offer, to tell her? Fragments of fires and poverty, murder and death? Yeah good going Planet Ate, real helpful.
Stretching she began tugging at her fuku, her skin itching like the fire stilled burned upon her body as she fumbled for her phone. Her time here was well and truly spent and all her mind could focused on was the huge amounts of chain smoking and wine drinking she had prepared for the next few days. Anything to block this whole experience out. If her own world could not save her, who or what the hell would? Taking a few seconds to finally pull the device out from a well hidden pocket the option to press the button to return to earth sang out to her. If it wasn't for the random blinking light reflected in her screen she would have been home before lunch time. As it was she squinted trying to work out the source before peering up, a smashed light half way up the ceiling flickering slowly into life, buzzing with the last few seconds of existence before the noise began
and the door to the hatch opened.
If Ate wasn't use to smelling thousand year old stale air she was about to get a crash course in it. The whole dome shuddered with the change in pressure as the door open, its clogs screeching in protest as it slid gingerly open, the gush of fermented oxygen rushing in and making Ate gag in response. "Uhh...uhh ********, it smells worse than me in the morning..." Her half attempt at a joke got her smiling for all of two seconds while the tingle of fear ran up her spine. She had seen this movie, there was an alien in the next room, she was going to be having babies aliens any minute now. The blinking light fizzled out with an unceremonious pop and the dome stopped its creaking, the glass ceasing its need to expand in a horrible way that made Ate want to go home, like, right now.
But if a door could open after a thousand years with her showing up she wasn't about to let it go un-searched. Breathing deeply she started to walk, head light and her feet made of lead she found herself going underneath the metal gateway, its rust and broken wires hanging down like cobwebs in her face. She prayed the electricity was off now and she wasn't about to get electrocuted, that would just be the perfect ending to this day. Walking though she found herself in a smaller dome, not even half the size of the one she had arrived in after teleporting here. The centre was raised high on a platform, a metal stage with stairs dotted around that lead to the top. A huge globe of glass hung from broken tubes and metal scaffolding above the centre, its perfect circle un-cracked even when all around it seemed smashed and irreparable. A metal chair which should have hovered centuries ago inside lay broken and rusting at the bottom, a mound of dust piled high around it. Ate didn't even want to think why an impenetrable glass ball had dust that size inside it.
Unless something alive had been in there.
She quickly averted her eyes before her mind could start thinking up horror stories distracting herself by viewing the circular wall that surrounded the bottom of the doom. It was made from a thick dark silver that twinkled in response to her presence. Double her height it rose up before ending and transforming into the glass the structure was made from. She lay a hand on it expecting it to do nothing but creak and was alarmed to see if flare at her touch, like a ripple of waves across the whole surface it travelled around the dome before rejoining at her finger tips. It swam like a living force, moving into shapes and moulds before her eyes until it settled into place. A crackling of static sounded before it gave out and the image in front of her became solid. She stared trying to believe her eyes, this couldn't be happening, everything was destroyed, there should be nothing left. Yet before her the image shone proudly, a planet from afar, huge and perfect floating in space. The silver crackled again like a bad signal before forming a new picture beside the first one which seemed to have solidified. Ate's finger traced the planet which felt like cold steel even though she had just seen it move. Her eyes flickered to the next, this one showing lands and cities rising up into the sky. Small gatherings of people, working, talking, happy. And above it all was an luminous image of a princess high above, her Senshi and Knights at her side. The world was beautiful full of tress and plants, waterfalls and mountains. It was gorgeous and the image once again grew hard and solid for Ate to poke at. But the movement didn't stop all together. Once again beside this picture that had still the silver next to it rippled and took on more shapes, it was leading her around the dome in one giant steel tapestry and Ate could do no more than allow herself to follow it.
Chasing an unknown path she studied the next image that started to form and then the next. The dream of fire had been real as the cities burnt in one of them, no explanation of how it started as damage to the wall stopped the pictures from forming, but the planet had been broken and terrified faces screamed and ran through the picture before they froze into deathly silence. The next showed a spaceship that she could only imagine being seen in video games, it was surrounded by stars and planets, the people watching back at their home being slowly destroyed. What ever had happened here had demolished everything, there was no planet to return too so the ship sat there surrounded in space a small movement in the corner displaying symbols she didn't recognised but growing in length. It must have been the passing of time as the stars and planets moved around the ship until it was a continuous blur, the only indication it was finally going to stop was when the star stilled once more. How many years had they been stuck on that ship? The few thousand people that had managed to escape from the planets hell fire? It must have been centuries.
The return landing happened on one of the larger pieces of the planet, no indication of why they chose that time to return only that they did with hundreds of more people behind them. The construction of the domes started to raise where cities and towns had once been, tunnels built and maintained and finally huge machines pumping out black smog. People returned, worked, laughed and loved. They had returned home. The images darkened, soon there were etchings of people starving, dead animals, writhing crops. They all showed a civilisation in pain. The shocking images of crowds dying under a dark cloud inside the doom was displayed time and time again while others tried to escape outside perished in an instance. Gas masks shaped like long beaks appeared on the people, their bodies now traced with wires and tanks upon them. Ate tried to piece everything together as the images hardened. The planet was destroyed, they escape & survived and finally return to a world inhabitable. The slow creation of domes, the building of machines. Was that it? Could no-one survive here without gas masks due to their machines? Was the whole world polluted now? And outside of the dome being a death sentence too they had to remain, chocking on their man made poison. Could they not just leave again?
There were deep curves in the silver here, where metal had fallen and broken deep into the wall cutting the attempt at forming images off but Ate after bending and weaving around it could see the princess figure carved once again, her head bent down low next to a Senshi in a grand room. It could only show that a deep discussion had taking place and when the next picture could finally be displayed it showed the Senshi casting outwards to the black cloud high above them. With wispy lines etched into the silver the power began to drag the diseased fog towards the figure. Ate stopped, realisation hitting her. They were using the Senshi to control the pollution, she was gathering it, destroying it or in some cases attempting to churn it out into space. The crowds surrounding the Senshi moved with their hands up cheering as the cloud disappeared, some with gas masks removed others hugging a nearby person. They had finally found a solution to their problem. But the image moved again, showing the Senshi stopping her magic and the black cloud returned even stronger and darker, the people choked, they died. It would never end.
The last image was bathed in light as if the fog of pollution had opened up outside and allowed space light to filter through. It was the room she was standing in, the glass globe suspended and inside was sitting a Senshi. Her stature displayed a small child, her hands and feet in chains as she held out her hands to invisible people, beautiful gems lined her face like eternal tears that would never leave, just like she was destined to stay forever. The image grew solid, remaining carved on the silver as the others vanished down the wall. The static fizzed again, attempting to complete what could have been a running commentary on this whole show. Just a few words in a language Ate couldn't recognise but felt their meaning somewhere hidden inside..
"षगोטי ורपिम ν μωφεכול רवि, स्थान לν μωφεכול רवि, स्थान ध्दנפלו וספצ "
“For the good of us all, let the young suffer by our hand, least we forget who we are and what we have done." She could feel her own tears falling now, mimicking the girl in the image that failed to disappear, taunting her with its anguish at her inescapable destiny. Was she one of these girls? Had she been strapped up and forced to toil day in and day out for the good of people, suffering until she died?
Of course she had.
Being the Senshi of this planet wasn't about protecting the people from chaos, it was about protecting them against themselves. What ever had happened it was clear the destruction of the planet was caused by them, they had done this. And in doing so had claimed the life of every Senshi that had been born thereafter. Every one. She couldn't comprehend such a thing but it was there, in black and white, or silver as the case was. Staring back at her with eternal eyes. “How could you do this? Couldn't you find somewhere else?” She whispered to the room as if the mystery voice would speak up again. But she already knew the answer. Pride would have played a part in it, embarrassment was another and of course power. Without the planet Ate the Senshi wouldn't have been reborn, the magic would have ended with the last Senshi to escape finding herself unable to draw from the planet. Maybe they never even tried. But someone, one day, had tried and found that the power was still there, broken and scattered yes, but it was still alive. They just had to return and kick-start it. Like a horrible Frankenstein monster they would remain on their dead asteroid, devoid of life through stubborn pride and pump it with wires and life until it fought back. Until they produced so much poison they couldn't survive. And of course leaving wasn't a choice, they had to remain, they couldn't be shunned by their own planet, it was unheard off. It was pathetic.
Ate stopped crying as her mind worked over the facts, over the bits she could work out. She hated every moment of it.
“So were monsters? Is that what your telling me? Because we were so stubborn in returning we sacrificed thousands of people to live off this heap of s**t? To keep our kingdom? Because god forbid we ever loose that honour? Is that it? IS IT! WELL ******** YOU! ******** YOU! ******** YOUUUUU!” She screamed into the dome, her words bouncing off and hitting her ears back in a teasing sing song. She couldn't block her ears from the noise as it grew louder and louder, her hands covering them to stop the sound from getting in but it wouldn't stop, it was if her voice had shifted something in the structure and the dome began to crack. Her mind was stunned to see the globe drop, bouncing once and then smashing into a thousand pieces, the shards scattering the room like raindrops. Her body moved with instinct and ducked behind a turned over metal contraption, her hands and arms peppered with cuts as the shielded her body from the blast. The whole room roared with grinding steel as things began to drop from the ceiling, dust spat up in mini clouds as tubes landed around her. She needed no second bidding to escape from here. She pulled out her phone, fingers trembling as she saw the hull crack and a huge shard of glass begin to fall from the dome, the building shook beneath her, the air was ripped from her throat and her world went black as the magic took hold and travelled her home.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 4:54 am
[SOLO] The Dire Maiden
Ate/Lyssa
The time for change has finally come [read it here]
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 6:06 am
[SOLO] Acceptance: Part 1
Word count: 1519
Stringing the lanterns up Harley stared into the paper thin casing and watched as the tea lights flickered slowly. The shadows and light played with each other until the flame grew stronger and encompassed the wall in a hazy light, her room cast in a warm glow. She had no idea whay she had decided to buy Chinese lanterns to hang up in her apartment, she thought they would look cool, give her something to talk about when she invited friends over but...now they just seemed out of place. Like her. Sighing she pinned the last one on the hook ad stood back, the long line of hanging lanterns going from wall to wall and back again in a zig-zag. At least they did make the room look pretty but she would be ******** if one tipped over, maybe she shouldnt be hanging up death traps that were little more the kindling for the flame but she didn't really care. She didnt care about much these days.
It wasnt that she wasnt happy, she was, she had finally found herself though years of serching and she knew that was such a stupid thing to say, like someone who had been traveling and "found themselves". But for her it was true. She never thought she would define herself by the powers she had, the ability to change into a Senshi, a corrupted one no less. Yet it seemed all she did now was think about her alter ego, how she watched people to gauge their energy levels, how she found herself biting her lower lip when she thought of the star seeds nestle inside their flimsy bodies. At first she had felt repulsed. When did she become like this? Weighing people, no not people, meat bags up for there usefulness to her cause. She considered the hole in her chest, the one where her starseed should be and blamed it all on that. Nobody wants to admit they are a sadistic psychopath so to blame it on her corruption seemed like such an easy way out.
But that wasnt true.
Since childhood she had been an outcast, fighting and bullying those she could. When she was a teenager she had turned to drink and drugs, sex and more fighting, like she lived for the thrill it brought her. And now as an adult she lived for that moment when their eyes glazed over and she truly had them. She had won. Her corruption didnt do ths too her, it had allowed her who she wanted to be. And she loved it.
Buut this. Hanging up lanterns in an apartment she could barely afford while she worked for less than minimum wage in a diner. No she didnt want this, she hated this. It wasnt her. Not anymore. It was so....so.
Pathetic...
She had the powers to take peoples lives, to twist them and abuse them until they would nothing more to her than dog s**t, to pollute parks and cites until people suffocated in their own waste begging for help. The mere thought sent chills down her spine. Yet here she was, trying to make ends meet and hold out on paying the rent for a week longer, just a little longer. To keep hold of friendships, to have just one person to text when she saw a cat on the internet farting and hope they would text her back so she could pretend to be normal.
Your pathetic...
She would never be normal. She never had been and she never would. No she didnt care for this life anymore, she hated it and she wanted out.
As her thoughts raged on she missed Lyssa slipping under the window, the kittens eyes blinking erratically as she watched the lantern swinging, her paw raising up as if she could grab at them from this height. She was filthy as usual, covered in god knows what but still her mouth was curled up at the sides as if happiness was only a mud puddle away.
"YoU deCOR is LAuGHing AT yoU MaiDen, THeY See YOU thinKINg AnD your AurA dancES for THem. WHy ARE you SAd?" Lyssa mewed slightly as she said it, her body soon pressed up against Harley's legs as she worked figure of eights around her. Rolling her eyes Harley bent down to Lyssa, her hand snatching the cuff of her neck so she could pick her up, the cat dangling in front of her purring madly as she swung. Sneering Harley shook her slightly, getting her to pay attention as Lyssa tried to swing back and forth.
"I am not sad Lyssa, I am thinking that I hate this ******** place. That I hate my ******** shitty a** job and my so call shitty friends But what I especially hate is your ******** voice interrupting my thoughts with your stupid babble evey five minutes! I would tell you to piss off but your too deranged to even know what i mean! But no, you come here and you speak your ******** cryptic s**t at me and expect me to know what the hell you want? Well I dont want to ******** DO IT ANYMORE!"
Screaming she threw the cat down, her voice hoarse and neck red from the pressure of her out pour that she covered her face in her hands to stop herself from shaking. She hadnt even seen where Lyssa fell until she felt the fmilar touch on her legs, her tail curling around her calf. And with the simple gesture Harley burst into tears. She wasnt someone to do that, she couldnt remember the last time she had been upset enough to cry. Yet the kitten had come straight back to her after being flung away and Harley couldnt take it any more. Slumping down to the floor she grabbed Lyssa into a gentle bear hug her head nestling into the filthy fur so that her skin vibrated with her purrs.
"Why....why do you keep on coming back to me...I hate you, I hate you so much and yet you wont leave me, why...?"
Lyssa continued to purr until Harley lifted her face to look at her, the guardians eyes hooded in blissful happiness that it tore at Harely anew.
"BeacUSE yoU Are MIne MaidEN, and I aM youRS and WE are MeaNT to BE. THe GOddeSS wonT alloW us TO parT that EasiLy, NOT wheN therE is SO much yet TO do."
Again Harley had no idea what the kitten was going on about, but it was probably the most conscious sentence she had ever said to her, stroking her head she dropped her voice to a whisper, her eyes still streaming tears.
"And why does Metallia want us to stay together? She doesnt speak to you Lyssa, your insane, she would not care for you or me...she is beyond us. We are just...nothing but tools."
With a start Lyssa shook her head, her eyes closed tightly as she swung herself to the point that she nearly fell out of Harleys arms. Holding her she waited until the moment had passed unsure if it was another fit or spasm the kitten was so frequently having.
"No! ShE DoeS cARE foR uS! NO cARe is...NOt A WORd, she...NeeDS us. STrongER thaN cArE. I wiLL ShoW you...I WILl LeT you See!"
Pulling out of her grasp she wiggled down to the floor she began scratching at the floor in barely contained excitment.
"ShE tolD me YOU wouLd WAvER, THaT i woULD neeD to SHOw you! WE NEED to Go to THe DARk PLACE, wheRE dreAMS arE piCKEd anD thE chILdreN staY chiLdren FOreVer!"
Harley shook her head she could feel the standard headache Lyssa brought with her threatened to awaken as she wiped her tears away, a feeling of shame inveloping her as she thought on her moment of weakness. She had no idea where children stayed children forever but the dark place, Lyssa had called the Rift that before she was sure of it.
"The Rift? You know I am not welcome there, those shadows...they would tear me apart if I step in there."
"But I muST shoW you! DO nOT feAR, I wiLL protECT you!"
Harley doubted that but the kitten seem to be unable to stop her excitement of this prospect and...well, she had just thrown her across the room, she couldn't really say no to the cat after doing that to her.
"Fine...but you are to stay beside me, every step of the way ok?"
Lyssa stoop scratching long enough to watch Ate transform , her smile creeping back over her face as she watched her bonded one release her power and become what she was meant to be. With a ponce she landed back into Ate outstretched arms as she ready herself to transport, the deep purring once again next to her chest before they were pulled out from the very air, Lyssa words echoing around the empty room.
"ForEVer MaidEN. ForeVer and EVer"
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 9:30 am
[SOLO] Acceptance: Part 2
Word count: 2133 Teleporting to the rift was no easy feat, not only was it a place that didn’t welcome the likes of her kind but the amount of energy it took to enter this realm could wipe a normal person out for days. Ate was no acceptation and only her strength of body and mind kept her up on her feet when they materialized out of thin air. Lyssa was slung round her neck like a furry scarf, her tail flapping up and down as she blinked out the confusing change of scenery before the dark atmosphere started to cloud her thoughts.
The rift had a peculiar effect on Lyssa. While at home she was normally the poster girl of insanity the rift sort of leveled her out. Her words were not nearly as confusing and her actions not quite as frantic as they were on the earth plane and Ate could only summarize that when Lyssa was corrupted they had overdosed the poor creature with so much chaotic energy they had left her damaged. Without having the rift to synchronize with she was left the very image of crazy back in Destiny City. Not that that fact made up for the many infuriating times Ate had to deal with her but it at least soften the blow of the erratic conversations back home.
“Ahh….the SinGIng is louder here, I can HEAr my thoughts again…” The kitten purred as Ate lowed her to the rift floor. Ate could never get over how massive this place was, not even if she had 50 follows could she hope to scope out this place and all its secrets, she just had to deal with not knowing a thing about this place. Lyssa on the other hand seem incredibly knowledgeable on the rift although she failed to let Ate know anything useful, apparently the fairies in her head would get angry if she knew too much and Ate, like so many other times, didn’t press her on the matter.
“Am glad your enjoying yourself , this place gives me the creeps” And it really did, she felt as out of place here as she did back at home but at least this place was a little more interesting than her flat. “I hate the way I feel like am being watched all the time…seriously it creeps. Me. Out…”
Lyssa nodded solemnly as she padded along the broken floor, her nose twitching now and then as she picked up a new and exciting scent. “That is because you ArE hateD here MaideN…”
“Oh well that totally makes me feel ******** better.”
“YoU DiD terrible things remember, you RejectED the goddesses teachings, just like these cursed souls, dammed to walk in the darkness… she has blessed you with allowing your rebirth. You should rejoice.”
Lyssa became incredibly religious when she entered the rift, like it was some huge sacred ground and in a way Ate guessed she was right, there wasn’t anywhere closer to Metalia than here.
“Hey I didn’t do anything, it was that stupid bint Aleria…or akira, or what ever my past self was called. I didn’t piss off Metallia she did.”
Ate had lost all her memories of her Ordered life including any trips she had taken to her planet, sometimes she felt slighted that she couldn’t return but then again every time she thought of the place a burning hatred ignited in the pit of her stomach so it was probably a good idea that she couldn’t. Either way Lyssa hissed in response, her claws springing out as she caught her leg in a nasty unprovoked attack.
“HIIIISSSS!! YOU SHALL NOT SAY HER NAME! YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THE HONOUR!”
Clutching her ankle Ate stared at Lyssa as the low moaning sound of anger escaped between bared teeth. Lyssa had never so much as striked someone on purpose, even during a fight, and here she had drawn blood over nothing more than a name. Ate felt the rage spike at the back of her mind, a twitch running though her fingers as she pictured herself backhanding the cat across the rift. In an unusual act of calm Ate unfurled the fist she was making and breathed in deep.
“Why. Did. You. Just. ******** . Scratch. Me.”
Her voice was sharp and bitter, her self-control wavering as Lyssa continued to hiss in disgust.
“You, have not eaRNed the honour! None of TheSE doGs have! And yet they yap her NamE like they HavE a right! She is the Goddess, the one true being and the reason for our existence and they act like they are doing her a favor! She could end us all and yet she pity's us, she gives us purpose and hope! All she asks is for your small minds to even contemplate what she is doing for us and even that you can not fathom out!"
The torrent of vicious words hit Ate harder than any scratch. She knew who Metalia was, knew that she had this immense power and the whole reason for energy gathering and destroying her enemies was for some final act that none of them could see and even dream off. It could be the end of life as they knew it, it could be a land of fairy cakes and unicorn bunnies, although Ate doubted that was the case. But Lyssa was right, she couldn't even comprehend what Metalia was and maybe that was where she was going wrong. Even with all the gifts she had received from her, the boost in magic, the allowance to be who she wanted to be, had she ever thanked her maker? Not Howlite but the one that bless her with the power she had now? To tell the truth she didnt even think she performed lip service for her supposed Queen and quite suddenly she felt ashamed.
"I...I...Your right...I don know what she wants from me, I dont even know how to speak to her, or listen. I...don't know what to do."
Lyssa retracted her nails, a look of sorrow flashing across her face as she saw the defeated look Ate wore. She knew this place helped her think clearer, knew it had some sort of effect on her mannerism but she hated to see her charge looking so lost. She padded back over to her, a tentative pat of a paw on her shoe as she spoke aloud.
"I will show you Maiden. This is why I bought you remember? I see you struggle with what you do, what you want to do, because you are still caged by the outside world. You do not belong to that world now, you never did and you need to let go...completely. I will help you find you way." She turned tail and began trotting across the expanse tht was the rift, Ate hurrying behind as she focused on the fluffy orange tail rather the screaming echo that happened all around her. She wasn't scared, dam it had been a long time since she had be truly scared. This felt more like trespassing on a place she didnt belong, scared ground that she didnt deserve to be on and the things that inhabited this place were well aware of that fact. She had only been in the rift a few times, and those times she had the pleasure of being escorted around by a general who knew how to keep the youmas and shadows away. Now there was no protection from that and yes she could blast them all into smithereens, she was on their turf now and she was the outcast.
God she hadnt felt this alone since...since...before she had awoken? Eyebrows deepening into a frown she tried to picture herself as a Order senshi, how she fought against the allies she had today. Was she happy on that side? Did she have friends and a team? Did they miss her?
"No."
She shuddered, the voice hitting her full force as she stumbled to a stop, her heels catching on rocks and upturned dead earth. Lyssa was still a distance away and still moving oblivious to the voice that had shouted out.
"Who's there.....Agent announce yourself now! Dont make me punch you in the throat!" She screamed out to the void, nothing shifting or moving but the constant wind that seemed to always flow though this place. The silence was damming and with a quickened heart she started again on Lyssa's path, the feline a mere orange dot in the distance. With a burst of speed she ran, dodging broken ruins and what looked like even worse off bones, the size and shape not always distinctly human all the while her mind racing with thoughts
"Maybe am not cut out to be a on the Negaverse? Maybe am just a sick freak who likes to kill and beat people up. I dont even have that many friends here, or allies, s**t the only reason they dont attack me too is because they know am on their team, nothing more. Am I just here because I can do this without a guilty conscious, thats why i left Order? Because the caldron didnt realize what they were bringing Ate back into, me, a ******** freak, a psychopath. Am better of just letting this place consume me before i go on some sort of massacre because am such a stupid ******** frea-"
"Yes..."
"Uhh...Who's THERE!" Lyssa was long gone now having slipped between two crumbling building leaning against each other, the brick and mortar falling down like a filthy waterfall. She was alone and yet....she could hear a voice, it could be a number of things. A General teasing her, a shadow of vengeance stalking this glorified graveyard...it could even be...no. Ate didnt even think the other possibility of Metalia speaking to her was right, this was a benevolent being, she would never speak to anyone directly unless chosen, even Lyssa had said that, but who the ******** was.
"Am not ******** JOKING! Either face me now or ******** OFF!" She was screaming again her voice turning hoarse towards the end of her sentence, her hands curled up into fists as she shouted out her hate to anyone who was listening, She was tired being played with, tired with have to struggle on, tired of having to play this game she was just
so
goddam
tired.
"Then renounce your human ways Maiden, they bring you nothing but anguish. Let Metalia fully into your heart and you can turly begin to heal, to be better than you once were."
Lyssa had reappeared while Ate had been staring off at anything she fought was moving, her mind playing tricks on her as noises and flashing lights would periodically flash in the distance. She stopped looking to peer down at the kitten, her face once again full of pity and sorrow.
"All you have to do....is let go."
"How? How can i let go? Where will i live, what would i do for a job, for food. Lyssa you forget because you a cat but I can't live on the streets like a filthy hobo. I have friends and hobbies I have...I cant just let go."
Walking around her Lyssa wrapped her tail around her legs until Ate took the hint and picked her up so they could talk at eye level, the guardians eyes wide and black as her iris challenged the limit light of this place.
"And what do you have to show for it? You are homeless, you have no job, you can't feed yourself. Your friends will help but only for a day or too...do you not wish to be no longer a burden. Do you not wish to be above these trifle mortal fancies. The Goddess....she will provide for you. You just have to give everything you are to her, everything and more and even then she may not choose you. But you must let go Maiden, you are not off that world, you never were and if you stay you will be trapped with their mortal rules and laws will bide you until you die. Dont let me loose you again, become something more, embrace the Goddess."
Ate watched the kitten mouth move with the words she would have found difficult to say back on earth, she saw the intelligence and wisdom in her eyes. She saw the serene calm that emanated from her aura. She was perfectly at peace here in the rift and if...someone like Lyssa who did not belong back home, that she can find an escape, can find acceptance and be...healed. Maybe Ate can too.
"Show me...show me how."
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