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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:36 pm
The voice while soft, was still heard loud and clear by the senshi. Her eyes intent as she registered the words. She had a feeling, a hunch... but no one had really ever said it out in plain text to her. She had always been told she had done 'horrible things' done things that were unforgivable... no one really ever said WHAT.
Apparently, what she had done had something to do with this blood moon court. Something she did that they had to tie up loose ends to. She wished to pry for more information, but she would wait for now. Sooner or later someone would tell her.
She had been sent after Ares once before, and nearly killed from that endeavor, so Lyra knew she would need some serious training before she would ever so as put a dent in the other eternal.
She chose to give a bow, words that followed also being spoken softly to not interrupt... whatever was happening. Even if, as she quickly looked out of the corner of her eye, she wanted to swat the youma away from Ilmenite. Her protective nature burning fiercly, she swallowed it down and chose to believe in their General Queen and Ilmenites abilities. "It will not be the latter." Lyra would die first before going back to what she was. Seeing what they did had only aided this resolve. She would guard those she loved... even if this guarding meant taking on the Blood Moon Court.
Though she would try her best NOT to make her death hasty... she would train.
In the back of her mind, as she leaned back up from the bow, she made a mental note. Linarite again... this Linarite must have been well loved to leave such a blow on so many.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:37 pm
Through the midst of everything that was happening, Paragonite had wandered away from Scheelite, making her way through the crowd, admiring the youma city as others had. The outburst from Captain Wolframite had brought her attention to him momentarily, but it had soon been forgotten after Tanzanite had gone after him. She'd taken to wandering until Scheelite had spoke up about sticking together. Given what exactly this place represented, it wasn't a bad suggestion.
She'd hung out more to the back of the group, lending herself to slowly take in the things Tanzanite had said about this place. It was a lot of information for anyone to have dropped on their laps like this.
When the General Queen returned, there was talk of training. Of the Blood Moon Court. Serendite spoke up, and then...
What was that?
Para's head snapped around as Ilmenite was attacked, the lieutenant backed up a step, even though she was no where close to what had happened. Her eyes widened as the scene unfolded.
And then.
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She didn't know what to think. She looked from where Ilmenite and the youma, then to Tanzanite and back to the Captain.
What the hell?
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:46 pm
He had jerked when he saw everyone turn to see a shadowy form curl around Ilmentite, and he took one step to help when they were told to stay back. Curious and concerned, he followed orders simply because this was Tanzanite's place to reign, he was a lower officer, and he had caused her enough trouble as it was. Fighting her on this would only damage him more.
Grim, he headed slowly to the seats of the arena and sat down, on edge and gripping his hands as he watched. It wasn't something he wanted to bear witness too and though he and Ilmentite did not get along, he didn't want to see him in pain either. As a reminder, he thought of a time when Tanzanite had walked over and shoved her arm into the chest of a bleeding lieutenant during an Elysion battle, and he jerked at the memory. Pale, he wondered if she would do the same. Even though this boy hadn't been injured in battle and was given the mercy of a quick death, he had upset a youma and seemed, from the looks of it, to be…dying…
The very thought made him cover his mouth, and he looked over at Tanzanite to see if she would go over in time. She stood, eyes and body froze, and watched. There was no crease on her brow that said she was worried or concern, and looking back, he watched as the captain's body stilled.
Wolframite closed his eyes, swallowing hard. Why did she let that happen?
I'm not human.
No. Tanzanite was still part Aree. Despite not being human, he felt that she had to be made of some part of her. She acted like Aree still. Didn't that mean anything.
However much you might wish it so, I'm not…
He closed his eyes. It wasn't true. He couldn't believe that the person he knew was gone, and it just felt as if she had given up on trying. She had to care. If not..........
His eyes jerked open when he heard coughing. The youma was forming again, playing with the lighter, and Wolframite removed his hand to breathe out in relief. Part of him wanted to make a comment why this was another reason not to smoke, but he never was the clown type. He made himself a fool enough for one day.
Breathing hard, he ran a hand threw his hair and took a moment to collect before he could think on other matters. Linarite? He looked over to the senshi in question. "What happened to Linarite?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:51 pm
Another noise sounded out in the immense emptiness of the Rift even as Ilmenite went to his knees, the sound of palms slapping together over and over again in a rather mocking expression of mirth. "Oh good. You caught yourself a pet." It was impossible to tell if the voice was addressing the Captain or the youma, and from the stretching shadow of the arch, General Obsidian strode forth.
His hair fell in ragged, limp strands down to his shoulders, and his face was a mess, a mixture of dirt and dried blood swallowing his normally pale features. Claws and fangs had torn through his uniform--and the skin underneath--leaving the General looking battered, bruised, and generally unwell. Despite that, his eyes were bright, roving over the boy and his newly acquired beast.
"You'll probably have cancer now, but if you live long enough to experience the long-term effects, I'll be surprised. I'm sure your new friend wouldn't think twice about feasting on your throat in the middle of the night. Tricky, tricky, tricky youma. You never know what they plan on doing until they've got your head in their jaws! And by then, it's too late." He was laughing hard enough that he was having to wipe tears away from the corners of his eyes, shook his head as though this was the funniest thing he'd seen in a long time.
"I must say though, I've never seen one force itself upon someone orally. Guess that's just a talent I lack." His tongue slipped past his bare teeth to waggle itself lewdly from side to side before he laughed again, leaning his back against the arch with folded arms so he could watch the cluster of Negaversers with glittering eyes. "Just wait until it dies on you. That's when the real fun begins. Days and days of it..."
General Obsidian knew that all too well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:58 pm
An arena for training? Useful. Interesting, even. Better then trial by fire with Senshi, though getting here might be a problem. Was the castle stocked, or would she need to bring her own medical supplies for arena training? She supposed she’d find out in time.
Mica’s attention shifted to Ilmenite, the ingrate; Captain ingrate, a thought that nearly made her scowl. She didn’t like him, so while she didn’t want to see a fellow soldier die, it was no great hardship to her to obey the General-Queen’s orders to wait. And die he did. Wait, no, he wasn’t dead yet. He was getting better, actually.
The words of the newcomer – a General Mica was less familiar with – the ingrate had gotten himself a youma. Didn’t look like a pleasant process, but it seemed fitting, especially considering the youma's form.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:18 pm
“Have you ever tried telling Ilmenite anything, Lieutenant? ” Tanzanite said as she watched with quiet fascination. Her smile gave away what she meant by those words, though her attention was clearly focused on Ilmenite's life or death struggle. It was a strange new ritual, one which she had experienced - and lost - in her own long, drawn out battle. The confusion of those around her was expected; she had been as caught off guard by the youma's sudden desire to choose Ilmenite as the Captain had been.
She was not, however, caught off guard by the sudden reappearance of the long-missing General Obsidian. Only a week ago, when she'd roamed those halls on her own, she had found him here. How the General had ended up in the Rift – or more impressively, how he had survived – would perhaps forever remain a mystery to most of them.
Tanzanite stood, and to Wolfamite she whispered only a quiet, solemn, “General Linarite is dead.”
No emotion.
No flash of pain or sadness.
It was a simple statement, and the General-Queen stepped forward to stand quietly beside the unkempt General. One clawed hand rested upon his shoulder and squeezed it gently, before the black nails combed gently through his tangled hair. There were no words that she could say to change what had happened to him, or soothe the hollow ache she was certain he must have still felt. There was no comfort she could offer Obsidian that she had not already. The door was open now, and the world outside awaited him, but nothing could undo what had already been done.
Months in the darkness, before the city had been brought back to life. Months with youma that had no reason to trust him, seeing only a starseed and a source of energy. Sharp cliffs and unstable crystals that fell when the ancient energies holding them up slowly ran dry. Tanzanite had seen the Rift in that hellish state only briefly, but Obsidian had been there for months.
Months, without even his own youma to keep him company. It was a wonder he was alive at all.
“Before the door was opened, your youma came to you somewhat... randomly. When you are promoted, your energy signature becomes strong enough for them to sense, even here. Those most eager to escape this place were the first to latch onto those energy signatures, to use them as a way out. However, they cannot survive outside of this place for long without that bond. Those who found their way out, also found themselves attached to those Captains.
Permanently, more or less.”
Tanzanite's tone conveyed that there would be dire consequences for those who fell into the less category. If that weren't enough, Obsidian's crazed laughter should have easily driven the point home.
“Now, things are more... complicated. There is enough energy here to keep them satiated, and you no longer have to hope the one that finds you just happens to fit. They don't need to escape. There are thousands of youma here, but finding the right one will be different for each of you. Finding one that is willing to bond will be a challenge on its own. They are as different as humans, in that regard. Some of you will have to fight. Some of you won't. Some of you will lose. Some of you will die.”
She spoke these things as though they were simple facts. Life in the Negaverse had never been easy, and none of them should have expected that to change anytime soon. They were the underdogs, the rebel force. A small but organized band of warriors, fighting for a cause far greater than any individual's life.
Tanzanite knelt next to Ilmenite, a smile gracing her features. “You're alright,” she said with a quiet laugh, no question in her tone. She could sense the difference in the youma now, the bond between it and its chosen Captain. Resting a hand on his back, she spoke in a quiet tone.
“Ilmenite, I would like you to help General Obsidian. He has been down here a long time, and he will need someone to help him get...”
Tanzanite paused. How exactly to describe it. Uncrazy? Less batshit insane? She frowned, but her voice was steady as she contiuned, “-reacquainted with the world outside. I think you'll do each other a world of good.”
After all, Ilmenite was just bold enough to not be overwhelmed by Obsidian's personality in the way so many were. Obsidian was just... well, Obsidian enough to keep Ever in line.
If nothing else, they'd kill each other and be done with it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:29 pm
Torbenite was a person who had many duties highly different in range from what the Negaverse usually did. In short, where others sought for one purpose only, he sought for many. In very short terms, he goofed off.
So when Serandite closed her grip on his shoulder, he felt his blood run slightly cold. Training. With Serandite, who was, by all means, his superior, though often that border was tested on very fine lines when he was "busy in his other purposes". There was no escaping the reality now, and the even grimmer reality that awaited him.
The others spoke strange words, long stories with only familiar names. A dead Linarite. Reclaiming a world. A lost kingdom. The thought of fighting things - no, facing the bleak reality - made him slightly sick: he chanced a look around at the shadows flickering around them, bare outlines of creatures, and did not feel any better.
This was what the Negaverse was, when he had so long ago made a simple wish, to be powerful, to be different. To realise that life he had long neglected was calling them back home.
It was not fear that grasped him this time, but a strange feeling of loss. Was it his fault somehow that things had happened they way they did? Were they still losing? Would one day he look at another group in front of him and talk about a General Queen Tanzanite, or would he be lost before then? In the end, despite all bravado, he was just scared.
"Training." He managed those words out, deflating visibly. The look he gave to the pink-haired General as he turned around slightly was something along the lines of 'Please don't go TOO crazy.' What he really wanted to say was 'Training... and then?', but the words died in his throat. There were too many questions to ask, it was still better to hide.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:31 pm
Ilmenite's response was another cough, not quite in Tanz's face, still working to catch his breath -- but she was right. He was fine, other than a little bit of a scare, and even that had faded out. The youma had spoken to him, had explained at least to some degree, had claimed him thoroughly as its own. Now, as it turned the lighter over and over in its hand, wearing a grin that matched his own, the movements were something stolen out of his head. A little flick to open the lid. A snap of fingers to kindle the spark. And close it again.
Starting to smile again himself, Ilmenite tipped his head in to whisper something low to the General Queen. He hoped it would make her laugh.
Slowly, he pushed himself up to stand, wobbling just a little as he did. Oxygen was returning to his bloodstream, adrenaline still pounding through him, and it definitely left the poor Captain unsteady on his feet. Not the best impression to give Obsidian, not the best way to prove himself in the General's eyes, and it probably didn't help that he hunted out Zinkenite in the crowd before he stepped up to the man again.
"Um. That was kind of embarrassing, wasn't it." Just enough behind it to make his voice carry out into the crowd. Ilmenite grinned again, and held his hand out to catch his lighter as the youma tossed it over.
"First impressions, and all that. Nice to meet you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:33 pm
Hematite mumbled something disparaging under his breath, crossing his armored arms in front of him while he stared at Obsidian making a fool of himself. He'd had a lot of apprehensive or stoic expressions on the little field trip so far, but this was the first time he'd started showing complete and total annoyance. He recognized that a*****e.
It had certainly been a while. Hematite would have preferred to wait even longer. Forever, even.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:43 pm
His eyelids lowered a fraction as the General Queen herself came near, and the weight of her hand upon his bony shoulder was familiar somehow--comforting. Her nails caught upon the snarls within his hair, undoubtedly sending twinges of pain through his scalp, but he hardly looked like he noticed. So she'd finally become a monster in her own right--one of them. Less human, and yet, somehow all the more beautiful for it. It was a pleasant realization, even if he had no desire to become anything like her.
His eyes continued to bore into the Captain, curious, intrigued, amused. "What, sucking on something that doesn't belong to you? I've seen worse. You'd better teach me well, Captain, or they'll just find pieces of you one day. Maybe." His tone was light, and he grinned even as he nodded in acknowledgement. Nice to meet him... That was new.
Very briefly, his eyes locked with Hematite's, and if anything, the redhead's grin grew wider. He was mouthing something. It was hard to make out exactly what he was saying, but--yes, there it was--'I missed you Hermy.'
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:57 pm
Alkaid watched what played before the gathered group of soldiers with a distant interested - she still knew none of this applied to her and she was beginning to feel a little like a record keeper, sitting by and watching so she could repeat all of this to anyone that asked her later. Like Hematite.
She had a bad time feeling sorry for the Captain as he writhed and choked, not when she saw the cigarette he had been holding in his hand. The scene was unsettling though, and rightfully so. The idea of anything invading her body was terrifying, but especially when that thing might be a youma that could choke her from the inside out. What would happen if one of those things decided her starseed looked tasty?
Not for the first time, she made a mental note never to visit this place alone.
Then someone else was on the scene, a someone else she had met briefly before, back in the first weeks of her arrival in the negaverse. He had seemed unstable and angry then and, while he seemed a little less angry now, it looked like he had traded that off for being a whole lot more crazy. All she could do was watch as he antagonized and insulted the other soldier, though surprise lit her face when his eyes were turned up to the shifting General at her side.
What in the world was he saying?
Knowing there was no point in asking the unstable, red-headed General she looked up questioningly at her own instead. Her brows rose in silent question, but even she could see the irritation in plain view. This was no happy reunion, though the details behind it were lost on her - she was no where close to knowing his entire life story, or even his Negaverse one for that matter.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:08 pm
Tanzanite's head fell back, and a loud, cackling laughter escaped her throat. It sounded more like the cries of the Black Phoenix than any human laughter, and it echoed off of the stone with a strange resonance. Even more hilarious to her was the way in which the Captain introduced himself, and the way in which Obsidian responded.
It was moments like these in which people might be reminded that she was, on occasion, a rather unstable individual.
She glanced between Obsidian and Hematite, and fractured memories rose to the surface. Whatever the General-Queen was laughing at, she only found it all the more hilarious when she looked from one General to the other, and burst out into another round of laughter. If Tanzanite were capable of producing tears anymore, she might have been crying. As it were, her laughter died out into a soft, fading, “Haaaaaa.”
Tanzanite finally managed composure after a moment, striding off in the direction of the main tower once again, “Settle down, gentlemen,” she said, suddenly in surprisingly high spirits, “We're not done yet.”
As she walked, she draped an arm over Alkaid's shoulder, as though to insist that Alkaid walk by her side. "You'll be lucky if you don't have to patch up both of them by the time they're done. I don't think Castor and I have half the history those two do."
((Gonna put this on pause since it's getting late! Feel free to RP walking through the city, talking, etc! You can assume what is around them based on the illustration! It will take a while for them to ICly get up into the main tower, so don't feel like you have to stop RPing. Just putting the overall progress on hold til tomorrow!))
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:16 pm
He wasn’t prepared for it. The pull on his stomach only made Alexander pause with apprehension, brows drawn together quizzically as he tried to make sense of it. Then he was gone -- the scenery around him shifted, and with it his clothes. No longer was he Alexander: he was now Lt Ajoite, one of the Negaverse’s freshest faces.
Ajoite didn’t waste time. Immediately his hands rose and flicked his hood up before he shoved his hands in his pockets. Nothing to see here, he wasn’t important. It was from the fabricated safety of his makeshift cover that he took in the room. Dark floor, crystalized walls -- where the hell was he?
His attention was called away as Tanzanite spoke, the lieutenant unable to contain a visible jolt as he saw her for the very first time. What the hell?! What was she? The wings, arm, horns -- he did his best to not meet her gaze, standing as still as possible as to not attract her attention. Standing still was certainly how to avoid being seen by a T-Rex; that would work here right? He hoped so, swallowing around the lump in his throat.
Wait, why the hell was nobody else freaking out over her? Her pleasant expression was unsettling to him, moreso than the sheer lack of fear the others seemed to have. He glanced aside at them as they stepped forward, one by one and announced their intentions aloud to no one and everyone to follow her.
The doors themselves... Ajoite took a deep breath. This wasn’t what he was expecting when he was recruited to the Negaverse. This was a lot more than he counted on or ever dreamed of, even when held by the eldritch throes of nightmares.
They began to move. He wasn’t going to be left behind -- he had no idea who this “Queen Beryl” was outside of being someone important. Right now, his best interest in surviving was to stick with the group. A few members of the group reminded him of people he knew a year ago when he still attended Hillworth. But it couldn’t have been them. There was no way in hell --
His thoughts shifted as he entered the door, his breath creating a puff of white misty air before the cold snatched it away. The person who moved to the front -- General Scheelite? Ajoite was reminded strongly of a kid he knew at Hillworth. Denny? No, Demy. The kid reminded him of that particular Guitar Hero junkie, from the guitar to the loud colors. But it couldn’t be him. The kid was too soft to be here in this... right?
Ajoite couldn’t suppress the chill that shook his shoulders as they walked, the hallway narrowing until the walls forced them to walk one by one. The shifting figures in the murky gloom only inspired him to quicken his pace. He was not used to this. The uncertainty, the dread; these were the things his nightmares were made of. It was unsettling to discover that they could have been true.
General-Queen Tanzanite’s story did not have a great of an impact on him as it did on others. The others were fighting for far longer than he had. He, who had been nothing but a silent spectator to their bloody battle. He knew bits and pieces -- most of the reason and cause of the Negaverse was lost on him.
The ambiance of the youma sharply put things into perspective for him. He picked up the pace, nearly crashing into the person in front of him. The others may be familiar with facing or interacting with the creatures. Ajoite was not one of those.
He drew an involuntary quick breath as the Nega-City was revealed. He tilted his head back to gaze up, trying to take in the chilly city. This... this was their home? A nostalgic grin twitched at his lips as he took the city in, his eyes flickering from moving shadow to shadow to tower to building. He used to dream of something like this; a hidden city crawling with creatures, begging to be explored. This place... He shook his head quietly. Now wasn’t the time to chase after silly dreams. Besides, he was still fresh meat; to explore now would be nothing short of stupid.
The outburst from Wolframite startled Ajoite as he turned to watch, taking an involuntary step back as the demon-woman reacted. Tanzanite? He remembered who she was now. Quickly he made a note to stay on her good side.
He passed the time by idly examining the city from where the group stood, making sure to stay within the loose group. He felt watched; no, he was sure he was being watched. The lieutenant didn’t want to focus for too long on the shadows. Was there a way to get rid of their attention? It didn’t look like it. Part of him hoped that they couldn’t smell or detect fear as futile of a wish it was.
As Tanzanite returned to the group, Ajoite felt some reassurance at her presence. Even that was mixed at best -- he was still unsure of her. The uncertainty did not stop him from hurrying, from jumping at the sound of something behind him snapping at his heels.
Their destination made Ajoite stop short, a fluttering panic rising within him. They were supposed to fight those... those things in the darkness? The youma? s**t, s**t, s**t! He wasn’t ready. The most he had done was steal energy and revel in the fact that upon joining the Negaverse he was stronger. Quieter. It was easier to pilfer and steal things with his other form as he saw it. But...
Ajoite took a long, shakey breath and held it before letting it out. Focus, he told himself. What was the demo- no, Tanzanite - what was she saying? Serandite? He stared at the pink-haired Negaverser, eyes narrowed. He... he met her, didn’t he? Long ago, he ran into her. The somewhat familiar face was a plus. Would she be lenient on him because of that? Or harder?
His hands tightened within the pocket of his hoodie as the long-lost General appeared. This... He was in over his head. He just hoped he could make it out again in one piece. He looked around, unsure of himself. Escape was certainly an option, but not an ideal one given exactly what lurked out there. Stay? Helplessly his eyes roved back towards the arena. He really, really hoped they weren't expecting them to use the arena right now, especially considering the fact that he had no idea how to use his weapon. What would he do, throw the tether ball at his opponent and hoped they chased it? He was more likely to hit himself at this point.
Right now, his best option was to stand by idly and hope he wasn't seen at all.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 11:02 pm
Zanazziite had followed deeper into the Rift, listening to Tanzanite's words as they traveled. It was a chilling story and it made her glad she was on the right side. What had started as a simple crusade to rid Destiny City of animal abusers had evolved into so much more. It was hard to think that just a year ago she had been a normal girl, spending all her time at the animal shelter with no friends. She glanced to Painite and then to Tanzanite, she still didn't have many friends, but the ones she had were the best she could ask for.
When the city came into view she gasped, it was giant and gorgeous in its own dark way. She was mesmerized and she missed the outbreak of foul language which she was grateful for when she heard about it later. The idea of a city of youma was amazing to her. She almost wanted to ask if she could move in and spend all her time here. Half the time she did better with youma than she did with other officers.
Once Tanzanite came back and led them to the arena Zan's eyes didn't get any smaller. They were supposed to fight youma? She looked at the General-Queen with a lost expression. How was she supposed to hurt a youma? That would be like kicking a puppy. Wrapping her arms around herself she watched as Ilemenite struggled with a youma that became his own. Well, he hadn't hurt the youma, if anything the youma had hurt him and she didn't mind that so much. She'd let a youma test her if that's what it took to become bonded to it. Not that she had enough power to survive such a bond yet, but one day.
Turning away from the sight she searched the shadows stopping on a mismatched pair of eyes. One blood red the other bright yellow. The eyes were attached to a large youma, she couldn't quite make out the beast's shape since he was in the shadows, but there wasn't any harm in approaching him was there? She knew Tanzanite had warned them, but a large part of her believed that warning was for everyone else. A youma had never attacked or hurt her, the thought didn't even cross her mind.
Foolishly fearless she strode forwards towards the beast, a hand outstretched. "Hey there," She used the soft, calming voice she used with all youma. They seemed to be partial to it, or at least the ones outside the Rift were. The youma inside were different. They didn't recognize her gift, if they even knew it existed. They saw Lieutenant Zanazziite as they saw every other officer, excluding Tanzanite.
There wasn't even time for the shock to show on Zanazziite's face the creature was so fast. It had her pinned to the ground, and all she could do was scream and throw her arm up to protect her face. The youma's sharp teeth bit into her flesh and she screamed again, the blood flowing down her arm. Even with the youma's teeth digging into her flesh she didn't fight it, she didn't kick or punch, she just laid there keeping herself alive the best she could without hurting the creature. She didn't want to die, but she refused to hurt the youma because she was too arrogant to think it wouldn't attack her.
"Tanzanite!" As much as she hated to sound like a scared little girl screaming for help, she had to. Her arm was burning, blood dripping onto her face, splattering across the lenses of her glasses. She was sure that the Youma Queen was the only that could control the Rift youma without harming them. Her screams had caught the attention of another Lieutenant and she was approaching, Frisbee in hand. The blunette's eyes went wide and she screamed again, but this time in defense of the youma. "NO! Don't hurt him!" It wasn't the youma's fault, he shouldn't be punished for her own stupidity.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 11:22 pm
Chromite had been baking, when wasn't she baking, when she'd felt the tug in the pit of her stomach. Hoping that the house wouldn't burn down while she was gone she'd powered up and waited all but a second before she was physically before the door again with all of her fellow officers. As much as she really wanted her parents and room to be more than just burnt embers when she returned, duty was duty and she would not ignore it. The same ideal held tight when she was offered the choice to follow and follow she most certainly would. Beryl would always be the Queen, no question from the young Lieutenant on that, but the General-Queen had led her to battle more than once. Had saved all of them time and time again. She would follow her straight to hell if told to and she would do it proudly.
So it was that her shoulders were straight and a genuine smile of awe was worn on her face when she walked through into the darkness. It surprised her that there were in fact more people among the group that she'd never seen, let alone heard of. More surprising was how well they'd managed to slip up next to someone and find a friend. It demonstrated so clearly that they were a family, and not one to ever scoff at. As the shadows crawled and inked across the crystal Chromite had reached out to trail her index finger along the path of the most vivid shapes when it became painfully obvious that they were looking at people and not shadows. Trapped souls. When Illmenite mentioned Hell, it dawned on her that she'd been correct in assuming she'd follow Tanzanite to the depths of it. Since that was where they were going, apparently. As questions poured from all corners of the group, the General-Queen's the heaviest of all, her head spun and her smile faded drastically. She was about to open her mouth to claim that they were not in fact corrupt at all, when General Zinkenite spoke. She liked his answer more so she kept her mouth shut tight and just followed. That was her role when her superior officers were in full force anyhow.
As they came to the end of the story the short girl was a seething ball of anger and rebellion. She'd heard and seen what the senshi were and what they were capable of in the name of the Moon Kingdom but to have this kind of physical proof. To have heard the facts and seen them backed so concretely... It made her wish that she could show this that Page she'd spoken to. More than that she wished she could bring that wretched pink-haired Chibimoon here. Let her see and taste what her mommy-dearest had done to Earth before getting destroyed by the direct results of it.
Chromite's smile was back. This time one of longing and joy.
Even as Captain Illmenite looked as though he'd just been possessed by his own filthy habit the smile didn't fade, though her brows furrowed in concern. She'd only seen him once, at the arcade party, but she liked the way he smiled like everything was so easy if you just let it happen. As he got better, she felt better, and looked forward to the day when she'd have the power to be considered worthy by a youma. A path that it appeared was going to start right now in these very halls.
Then the voice broke through the rest of the din and her heart skipped a beat. A large beat. Tanzanite was her General-Queen, Beryl was her Queen, but there was only one man that was responsible for who she was and why she was in the Rift at this very moment. There was only one person that was hands-on accountable for her being in the Negaverse- "Obsidian". Her General, whether he wanted her to be connected to him or not. He'd vanished after he'd changed her and brought her over and though she'd never said it she had been worried. Incredibly worried. As far as she could tell it wasn't an every day thing that a General of the Negaverse just up and vanished. Even Linarite had died, according to General-Queen Tanzanite. Furrowing her brow and her smile fallen completely she pushed her way to the fore-front and watched Illmenite and Obsidian intently.
There was no lack of jealousy playing across her face.
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