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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 4:07 am
Leaving. THey were leaving? After everything they'd done they were leaving? Still growling low in her throat, hands clenched into tight, angry fists, Saiph wasn't sure if she should feel relief or not. Part of her still wanted to hurt them so badly....
Shaking her head, she turned and glanced at Corvus, at Chronos.
"Are they really leaving? Is it a trick?"
If they really were leaving, Saiph wanted free from the barrier. Wanted to check the Tree, see if there might be a living seed left. It wouldn't bring the tree back or its children, but it would help her feel that all their effort hadn't been pointless.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 4:33 am
Chronos wasn't his princess. She was no more his princess than Black Lady. Granted, Chronos wasn't throwing him off buildings or luring him into a false sense of security either. Still, a resistant part of him did not appreciate being ordered around by her. When others began to move, Sailor Taranis remained still, hands clenched to fists in front of him.
Then his eyes fell on the pale white alien jaw bone, picked clean by the mutated arm of the woman who had nearly killed him.
That was what happened when you let them face you one at a time. You got your head bitten off and consumed. The gore that lay beyond the barrier was some of the worst that Taranis had ever seen, and this was a boy who viewed rotten.com as a fun past time. But that was different. Reading about a shark attack was not the same thing as being attacked by a shark. Thinking about seeing dead bodies up close had not prepared him for the massacre of those crumpled aliens forms.
The image burned into his head, and without a word, Taranis retreated toward where the attack-senshi were. "My attack is ranged," he murmured to no one in particular.
Then something strange happened. The big bad Charonite who Taranis had been told to avoid at all costs was... giving up. He watched as the pale lilac hair began to call the retreat, watched as the other Negas joked with each other in a sea of death. His stomach turned. This surprised him too. Was it... empathy? Sympathy? Taranis had never considered himself to have either in spades. Perhaps it was his senshidom opening up yet another door in his chest to let the light in.
"It's a trick. It has to be a trick, don't trust them." This was an area where Taranis excelled: not trusting. "They're probably hoping we will bring down the barrier so that they can attack us as we're leaving when we don't expect it."
Unlike Sailor Saiph, Sailor Taranis didn't give a damn about the tree. It murdered its children. It turned on its family. It was, you know, a ******** tree. Ominous wafting voice in his head or not, Taranis could not mourn for a tree that was suicidal. And homicidal. It was a murder-suicide basically with a group of senshi bystanders. Whatever barrier this was, he could not believe that it was intended to help them in any way.
Sailor Taranis stood tall, eying the retreating Negaversers. He waited to see some sign of communication, some sign that this was not the final act of their plan for the night. His cellphone buzzed in his pocket. It was Dani saying goodnight. He didn't respond; he was too afraid that he might give himself away.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 5:00 pm
The Negaverse, much to the surprise of the encased senshi, did indeed leave as their General-King had ordered. Was it a trap? Were they really leaving? Why would they leave - did they not intend to stick around for the summoned cavalry to show? Or was killing the Tree and the aliens enough to satisfy the bloodthirsty General-King Charonite?
Minutes passed by, feeling like hours. No sign of the Negaverse's return, though several more senshi appeared as time grew on. Expressions of horror crossed each of their faces as they stared at the remains of the aliens, the remains of the giant Tree that had given everything to save the senshi who had been willing to do whatever it took to redeem it.
It took an hour more before the dome began to fade. Enough time for a dozen senshi to arrive to care for those injured from the crash landing, care for those still riding the wave of shock from the scene they'd just been forced to witness. It would take an additional two hours to bring together a group willing to dispose of the remains of the aliens, the carcasses and innards of the five helpless beings still strewn across the grass. It was a solemn occasion. No one said a word as they picked up the pieces, as they removed the large limbs scattered across the ground. They knew better than to leave any evidence of what had happened - the news stations had already been poisoned enough with whispers of terrorism and monsters, none of them needed a reason further to incriminate the senshi. Some senshi went home. Others remained, lingering to stare at the space where a large tree once stood.
One thing was certain, however, among all of them. Not one senshi present would ever forget the events of that day - the day their enemy saved their life. The day that had almost cost them all their lives.
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