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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:16 am
Too late. It was just too late. Too late to catch the rogue senshi, too late to save the elderly, too late to stop Lyra's tears.
Pegasus stood stone-still, face to face with Sailor Lyra, a senshi that, before today she had never met, and after today's events, wished she hadn't met yet. Those bright green eyes that she had admired at first glance had now turned on her, the other redhead shooting death glares her way.
'Why did you do NOTHING?'
The phrase had made the strawberry blonde girl choke, her throat feeling constricted as she stared at the other girl, unable to answer. "I..." she had whispered, barely able to get her voice to be audible, that one syllable almost too much for her. She had stumbled to her feet, tripping back a little at the outburst, shocked into a stupor, especially when she had knelt to comfort the girl, to tell her it wasn't her fault. Yet that accusation came, and Pegasus found she felt unbearably guilty. At least Lyra had tried, had lunged, had grabbed for her -- it wasn't her fault that that orange skirted senshi had shoved her hand into that old woman's chest. But who was to blame for her own blunder? She had just... stood there. Oh, there were dozens of excuses she could use -- she hadn't wanted to hurt Lyra, she was standing for backup and couldn't get there in time, she didn't want to leave Lyra for the police to find all alone. All of them were true... none of them were adequate.
Why did you do nothing?
That's when the apathy started to set in. That coping mechanism she was so familiar with when rejection set in. Her expression blanked. She blanketed her guilt, embarrassment, pain, and tucked it away, blanking her mind. Her voice became little more than a monotone, her eyes distant as she glanced towards the door for a few moments, listening to the sirens before returning her gaze to the other senshi.
"We have to get out of here."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:29 pm
She did not care- at that moment she did jsut not ******** care. The once innocent shy little girl was trapped for the moment, overwhelmed by feelings of hatred and anger. She would figure out later she was being irrational- but she at the moment she didnt care. She had just killed someone, with her own two hands. Killed someone innocent, someone whom did not deserve this at all. She was powerless to stop it- so this sent her on a blind rage. One of the things that clearly said Lyra was pissed beyond imagination was her use of curse words, Sailor Lyra NEVER cursed.
"Why did you do NOTHING?" She repeated. Stalking ever closer towards sailor Pegasus. If her eyes could change colors to show emotion- they would be a bright yellow with red tints. A somewhat feral personality had taken over her. Her newly bloodied hand reached out and grasped the others fuku right below her neck. She wasnt strong enough to lift her off the floor like in those classic movies, but it was clearly a sign of aggression.
"She could have lived. She could had ******** LIVED if you would have stopped that fake senshi. Why did you hesitate? Why did you falter? This is what ******** HAPPENS when you falter in battle. Its kill or BE KILLED." She knew no matter what sailor pegasus did the lady wouldnt have survived, their was a 99% chance that it would have ended up the same result no matter what. That 1% was for just shear dumb luck.
Sirens could be heard in the distance- and grew ever louder as the duo stood in the back near the exit door that Sailor Nea had used previously.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 12:21 am
For a moment Pegasus' eyes grew wide, startled by the grip to her fuku, and she reached up automatically to clutch at Lyra's wrist, panicked for a second, memories of Nealite's hand on her brooch and that cold feeling of her starseed being tugged gripping her. Surprise was etched in her face as she stared at the other scout, and irrationally she wondered if this other senshi was really a senshi, or another one of 'Sailor Nea's minions, her mind jumping to conclusions. How could she have been so stupid? She let her guard down, Sailor Lyra's passion for catching the girl in the orange and black fuku convincing her so easily that she was someone to be trusted. She should have never trusted her!
The seconds felt like hours, but finally the adrenaline ebbed, and Pegasus' blue-green eyes focused on Lyra's, seeing the horror there. No... she wasn't the enemy. She was angry. Hurt. The senshi of dreams felt a pang of sympathy for her. Sighing, she looked away, and when she looked back, her gaze was dispassionate again, giving Lyra a calm yet surprisingly cold look.
"Do you want her to have died in vain?" She murmured under her breath, eying the other redheaded girl, "Fine, blame me, but we have to move, or the police will find us, and we will be jailed. All these people will have died for nothing, and you will have sentenced more of them to death."
Her words were harsh, and she knew it. She would never tell her the real reasons, that although it was sad the older woman had lost her life, she could not have left Lyra open. Part of her always wished she was more like sweet Sailor Flora, the one who could comfort and make anyone feel better. But she wasn't. She wasn't a people person. No matter what she said, Lyra would not feel better. So Pegasus would do the next best thing -- she would make sure Lyra got out of there. Letting go of the other's wrist, she gave the blue-skirted senshi a rough shove towards the exit. She could yell at her all she wanted, as long as they got out of there.
"Move!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 7:44 am
Those words had hit a home run- sinking deep into her soul.
All these people will have died for nothing, and you will have sentenced more of them to death.
Her hostility was soon replaced with sadness, with sorrow, and above all else- guilt. All of this was her fault.
Sailor Lyra's eyes soon lost all signs of anger- and were replaced with what looked like a empty shell. She was bare inside- all thoughts wiped away and emotions gone. She could have been naked streaking in front of the government office and not even realize whats she was doing. her fault, all her fault. All these lives now rested on her own shoulders.
The shove is what brought her back- brought her back from the brink of madness. Something inside her mind had snapped this day, something gross and slimy had started to coat her very soul. Soon she would not remember the feeling, but her unconscious mind would know that she would never be the same after this experience.
She ran out the door- following next to Pegasus as she did. She would let pegasus guide her to their destination- she would probably have them jump off a bridge if given the chance.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:49 pm
Oh no.
Sailor Pegasus watched as the hostility started to ebb, Sailor Lyra's expression fading from one of anger to what looked like guilt. She could feel the hand on her bow loosening, and the teal-skirted senshi dropped her hand from the other girl's wrist as it did so, the shove pushing the two of them further apart. But Pegasus didn't feel any satisfaction, any relief that they could leave, before the police came and arrested them for a crime they didn't commit. She felt terrible. She had achieved what she had set out to do, but at what cost? Staring back into those green eyes, she saw a shell of what had been there before, horrified and empty and guilty, a guilt that was no more hers than it was Pegasus.
She wasn't to reassure her. She looked like she needed it, more than needed it, standing there like that. But there wasn't the time now. Instead, the strawberry blonde girl pursed her lips a bit, pushing back her own guilt and dashing out the door, more confident when she heard the sound of Lyra's heels behind her. The sound of the police bursting through the door on the other side of the building spurred her faster, gave her a little adrenaline, but her rational mind knew they had already escaped. By the time the police had found where they had stood not a few moments before, the two senshi would be long gone.
After a few moments of running, Sailor Pegasus came to a slow stop in a secluded, shadowed alleyway behind some of the larger buildings nearby, panting a little and settling her hands on her knees, eyes closed. When she opened them, they were on the other girl.
"Hey..."
She wasn't good at this.
"You know... it's not your fault... right?"
Pegasus didn't know if that was the right thing to say. She didn't know what Sailor Lyra needed to hear. But the fake sailor senshi had reached her hand into someone else's chest and tore out someone else's starseed. She couldn't imagine what that felt like, or how she herself would have responded. But she did know that, if she had been in Lyra's position, she would have needed someone to tell her that. She only wished that Lyra had been with someone better suited for the job.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:16 pm
The black coat on her soul seemed to falter a little, and not be as dominant. Her eyes nearly once red with rage, soon turned to eyes of sorrow. Colors were such a convenient way to describe how you felt... Red for rage or passion, Green for greed... blue for sorrow- or loneliness. Plus all the rest of the damn rainbow.
At the moment, she felt like a blue. Similar to a smurf. Pained with sorrow and grief- she mindlessly followed the other senshi as she was lead away from the loud sirens and crashing noises.
At least smurfet wasnt the only female smurf anymore.
Once the running stopped- and they were in a secluded area- All hell broke loose. Lyra fell to her knee's, tears streaking down her face as she looked up at pegasus. "I killed her. I ******** KILLED her." Something was majorly wrong- with that one curse word said those whom knew Beth or Lyra would know something was wrong. She never cursed.
"You know... it's not your fault... right?"
What a load of crap that was. Her hand had been around the starseed, she could still remember what it felt like. She couldnt describe it in words... if she had to, all she would say was 'it felt like life itself'.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:00 pm
The more she saw, the more distressed Pegasus felt, watching Lyra kneel in the darkened alleyway, crying as she was. She wasn't use to this. She wasn't use to this emotion, this raw, genuine emotion, especially not over another human being, and it was beginning to crack the ice she had put up to guard herself. Rea had never liked people. That was a well-known fact -- she was not a soft, fluffy person, who had hope and a love for everything. She hadn't been for years, not since... not since she had been a child. People, she had found, were selfish. And so she had packaged her inner self away, put it on a shelf to collect dust, replaced by a colder, safer her. People couldn't sympathize, and had no remorse, so they would get none from her. But Lyra... Lyra was mourning another human being. She was taking a responsibility that wasn't even hers.
Buried, way down deep inside, there was still some warmth. It was rusty from lack of use, but it was there.
Bending down next to the blue-skirted senshi, Sailor Pegasus took a hesitating breath, staring at the crying girl beside her and for a moment she hesitated. But after a few seconds, she reached out to curl her fingers around Lyra's wrist, squeezing just a little roughly and lifting it forcefully, pulling on it so it was stretched out far away from the redhead's body. Any recoil from Lyra was met with an equal amount of strength on her part, balancing it out so her arm was kept stretched.
"Can you get away?"
She knew it would probably be painful for her, not physically but emotionally, to live through it again. Rea prayed she was doing the right thing. Again, she pulled, with more force this time, mimicking through the motions that 'Sailor Nea' had forced Lyra's hand, pressing her palm hard against the ground where the woman would have been. Pegasus glanced up, meeting Lyra's eyes, her grip on the other's wrist loosening.
"She was bigger than you. Stronger than me," she muttered, her own guilt seeping through in her voice, "You did everything you could."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 1:20 pm
If looks could kill... pegasus might be dead right about now- or hurting at least. She was grabbing Lyras wrist.. the same manner the fake senshi had. No matter how hard Lyra pulled away- she started just idely tugging but now she was seriously trying- she couldnt move. She was glaring almost as if the fire in her eyes were reborn, the tears that stained her face giving away that she had once been crying. "Letgo!" Lyra cried, still trying to break free.
"Let...Go!"
She normally did not act this way, this was her way of copeing with had just happened. She did not want to feel this weak again, so helpless. As she sat here squirming to get away... it finally sank in again that she can not get away. She couldnt help it... this demonstration taught her one thing- while she did kill the woman... she was nothing put a puppet, and that sailor nea the puppeteer. Her struggling ceased, her temper subsiding.
Silence came next- as she wiped away her tears... adding a wet stain to the already red ones. This time, she decided it would be better to hide her feelings and just... cry her eyes out later. " I wonder if that's truly the case." One thing she was certain of- one day she will find this sailor nea.. and deal with her on her own terms.
Giving a final look to her new friend (awkward situation or not), Sailor Lyra bent down and gave the girl a firm hug. After all... she had seen the same things Lyra had. "Im sorry, and thank you."
Now it was her turn to run- run until she felt like stopping. With a final look at Pegasus- she leaps into the night.
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