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[Regular] Ghost In The Shell (Charonite, Tanzanite, Beryl)

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candy lamb

PostPosted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 7:57 pm


The Queen of the Dark Kingdom had lain Tanzanite to rest in the same room that Nova had been laid in to rest, though the crystal coffin that held the Lieutenant (sub-Lieutenant -- well, she'd been put back on active duty, hadn't she) wasn't the dark, transluscent black of the one that held Nova's body.

It was tinged a faint, clear red, the red swirling from the open raw meat where Kunzite had cleanly sliced her arm off right from the shoulder joint. It had been a clean cut. A fatal one. The Cavalier had obviously expected her to die, and so she should have --

Charonite stood with a starseed clutched in his hands, cupped between them. It was extraordinarily fragmented and corrupted, black and chipped, and should have been at rest inside the chest cavity of a youma. Tanzanite's eyelids were bruised shadows, closed, inert.

They watched her for a while.

"She will never be the same," said the General-King after a few moments to his queen. "She will never be the ******** -- I'm not going to say she wouldn't want this. But she won't be the same. She'll be alive. And, s**t, I should have promoted her long ago. She makes the grade as a warrior, even if she's a loose goddamn cannon if ever there was one -- she's not going to be..."

Quiet.

"It was nearly you," said General-King Charonite. "She saved you."

Kunzite's target had been obvious.
PostPosted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:39 pm


Were Tanzanite awake, she might have been trembling. Certainly, she would have been on her knees, her neck bent and eyes focused on the stone floor that was somehow both more comforting and yielding than the gaze of either of the Negaverse's leaders. Beneath the gaze of Charonite, only a fool stood in defiance. Beneath Beryl.. only a dead man. Tanzanite had looked into those eyes only moment after taking the hit that would have split Nealite's head clean in two, and had found nothing. There was no gratitude, no sadness, not even the slightest trace of pity.

There was only a darkness, empty and cold as the Negaverse itself. What she had done had not been a favor, it had been a duty, and her cold-hearted queen likely expected no less.

Fortunately for Tanzanite, she was not awake. Hell, she was just barely alive. Her eyes did not flicker with the rapid movements of slumber, but were still and sunken. Her already pale skin was white as a ghost, and to the touch it would have been cold from the loss of blood. With the sole exception of the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, Tanzanite looked like a corpse. Hell, she should have been a corpse. It was only by Beryl's mercy that she was not.

Mercy did not number among the many things for which Queen Beryl was known.

Orestae


Ghouliboo

Feral Cat

PostPosted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:21 pm


"I'm not stupid, Charonite, I am well aware of who that coward was trying to kill," the shorter woman beside the General-King snapped back, her eyes never leaving the body that lay before them, "He has no use for lieutenants, not while you and I are alive, two far more dangerous targets to set his sights on."

She had no remark for the fact she'd nearly been taken down by a simple wave of a sword. It was an irritating notion, being indebted. She was not indebted; it was expected of those who followed her to lay down their lives on her behalf. Expected.

"She's alive. I kept her alive. That in itself should be reward enough for her actions. Actions that shouldn't have to be rewarded. Actions that should be expected."

The pause was brief, and the woman stepped forward towards the crystal.

"But she's worthless to us in this state. And she's proven to have at least half a ******** brain, so it would be pointless not to take advantage of it."

Her head turned at last, her gaze falling on the older man. "It's ridiculous, the number of incompetent children you've enlisted as officers. I can't imagine how many of your lieutenants would have let Kunzite get away with his attack, as opposed to what this girl did." Her hand moved to hover over the encasement, and the crystal began to open as her voice grew quieter, "Though you're right, she won't be the same. She'll be better."
PostPosted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:08 am


"It was Kunzite," he snapped back. "With all due respect, it was Kunzite. What do you want the Lieutenants to do, fling themselves on his sword? I gave the order. They were to retreat. Kunzite could have taken Tanzanite out in his ******** sleep." His fist clenched around the starseed. "The moment you sensed the Captain, your majesty, you should have gotten the ******** out of there. You should have ******** left. You know Kunzite. You know how he operates."

Was Charonite actually blaming her?

"He's a ******** assassin, for ******** sake!"

And now he was staring down at Tanzanite's still, breathless body. But then he had taken Beryl's arm: hand clasped around her wrist, which was an incredible indignity. It was a breach. He never touched her like this. But then, abruptly, he seemed to make the same conclusion, dropped her delicate wrist and transferred the starseed to the other hand. "So be it," he said.

When it touched the empty, raw stump of her arm, the starseed fused over it like candlewax. And then Charonite reached down into Tanzanite's chest, a moment she probably would have treasured in terms of what it meant for her power, but she was unconscious and gone.

And his hand was wrapped around her starseed.

She was twitching, in agony, even asleep. Her entire body was convulsing, lips blue, and every single vein was rising to the surface and outlining itself in deep black-violets. The sealant was leaking out of the stump at her shoulder, and now was growing, shifting, parasitic --

And Tanzanite's eyes flew open, and she was screaming. Charonite's other hand went down over her mouth and held her down.

candy lamb


Orestae

PostPosted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:48 am


In the black abyss of unconsciousness, Tanzanite began to feel herself dying. It was a blessing, in a way, to be aware that her body must be experiencing that terminal moment in which she existed only in her own mind. She was an afterthought made up only of synapses that had not yet stopped firing, memory cells that had not yet received the message that her heart had stopped, her lungs had stilled, and it was time for her to go.

It was a lot like Tanzanite expected death to be; a slow, peaceful drift towards a tiny speck of white light that must have represented Heaven. She should have known right then and there that something was wrong, for by no stretch of even the most optimistic imagination was Tanzanite ever going to Heaven. There were no redeeming factors which would attain her such forgiveness. Absolution. Seventy-two virgins. These things were all so far out of her reach.

She was weightless, bodiless, only a self-aware speck floating in an infinite darkness interrupted only by that white, shining beacon. It grew as she neared it, shining brighter and brighter until it was no longer some distant portal to an impossible sanctuary, but bore down on her with the force of the sun itself. It was too bright. Too hot. Tanzanite could feel herself pulling back against it, but willpower alone was nothing compared to the power that had reached down into her body. Tanzanite could feel her skin burning.

The power with which Charonite took hold of her starseed did not coax her out of sleep. It did not gently rouse her from the verge of death. It sank its claws into her very soul and ripped her away from it. Up and out of the darkness, it pulled her through that burning, open portal into the waking world.

It was a world filled with pain unlike she had ever known, enough so that she was quite certain that it was not the waking world at all. Surely she had died, and this was her Hell. This was her punishment for the lives she had claimed, the lack of regrets, for saving Beryl at the cost of who knew how many lives. Every nerve felt raw, every pore as though it had been torn open and filled with salt. It was as though she had bitten into metal and that sharp, painful vibration resonated through every bone. Tanzanite was screaming before she awoke, and only Charonite's hand over her mouth kept her body from seizing itself right off the crystal slab. It did not keep her back from arching, her legs from thrashing wildly.

The hand in her chest was a violation, but one she had experienced before. It was a perverse thing, corruption of one's starseed, but it paled beside the feeling of what crawled inside her from the bleeding, open gateway at her shoulder. Tanzanite could feel it weaving into her muscles, attaching to bone, pulling at her body. Her clavicle bone snapped with a sickening sound as the blackness slipped into the newly formed space between it. It pulled the two halves together and knitted them up, working its way into her marrow. Her veins felt like strings by which it hauled itself in, getting a feel for the host to whom it was attaching.

And so much screaming.
PostPosted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 2:05 am


"I know how he operates, but this pitiful body you provided for me doesn't."

One eyebrow arched as he touched her - had he forgotten his place? He held a higher position than he formerly had, but she was still the Queen. Not even Kunzite had been so bold when he was Captain, and Endymion's mind had been little more than soup while under her control. Perhaps she was too soft on him. Perhaps Ursula's influence lingered within her. There were several things to perhaps over, and that meant several perhaps too many.

The same hand that had been touched reached out and took hold of his arm, currently buried deep within Tanzanite's chest. "But that will change, in time. She's already giving in to me; it won't be long before I can fully claim this body for my own use."

Her nails were digging into his skin, eyes focused on the convulsing girl with twisted fascination. The starseed that had connected with her arm was forming itself, creating a new attachment onto the young woman who was busy screaming like some terrified banshee into the General-King's hand. She could have coaxed power into him, assisted in his task. Instead, she merely stood there, nails pressing into bare skin as her focus moved back towards his face, finding amusement in attempting to goad a reaction out of her highest officer.

"They were all paltry, the bodies you offered me. I had expected better of you, Charonite. Actually, I should be insulted, my only remaining General-King trying to force the soul of his Queen into a senshi, of all things."

There was a chuckle, and then at long last the hand removed itself from his wrist, shifting down to touch the squirming black form that was extending itself from the lieutenant's arm. Touching it lightly, she urged her own power into it, strengthening it, helping it grow.

"But I will make due with your shortcomings, dear. Seeing as we're... how do they phrase it these days? Involved? Such strange words they use, it's a wonder how this planet hasn't destroyed itself with its stupidity. We'll change that."

Ghouliboo

Feral Cat


candy lamb

PostPosted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:48 pm


"At," said her General-King, with gritted teeth, "your order."

Tanzanite was screaming.

The purple globs were weaving their way down now, constructing oily dark fascia and pale lavender bone. The meat and muscle that layered over that was far chunkier than the relatively slender arm that had been Tanzanite's right before the skin started getting laid down, ballooning, the massive claws extending down past her thigh. She was sweating bullets, jerking epileptically as though at any moment her heart would give out and she would die her true death -- but he held onto her jerking starseed and cracked it with the energy of her promotion. Her reward.

She was going to bite her own tongue. He rammed his fingers into her mouth, swearing under his breath.

It was done after a thousand years. Charonite removed his bloodied fingers from her lips, drew his other from her ribcage. And blood trickled down in tiny rivulets from his Queen's nails in his skin.

"Your captain," he said, gesturing to her -- Tanzanite's eyes were bulging up at the ceiling -- "my queen."
PostPosted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:32 pm


Tanzanite didn't even realize that she was biting down on Charonite's fingers instead of her own tongue. It was an ignorance for which she was grateful, because while some people might say, 'You don't know where those fingers have been,' Tanzanite was Ursula's friend. That meant she did, in fact, know exactly where those fingers had been. She knew far better than she would like to, and oh dear Raptor Jesus Charonite's fingers were in her mouth.

If she hadn't been seizing like an epileptic five year old watching the PokeRap, Tanzanite certainly would have been vomiting. Fortunately, the pain that felt like her bone marrow had been replaced with acid and every inch of skin was being simultaneously exposed to a belt sander occupied every bit of her conscious thought.

It seemed to go on for an eternity as the foreign entity wove its way into her body; bone, sinew, finally ending in an armor-like skin that extended into sharp spikes at the shoulder, long claws at the fingertips. It was a monstrous thing, beautiful only to those who judged beauty by power over physical symmetry. The process left Tanzanite gasping for breath as Charonite withdrew his hands, wide eyes staring at the ceiling with a wild expression. The General-King had been right; nothing was the same. Her hair was wild, her skin a touch paler. Those grey eyes were a tad darker, and she looker around with a gaze so manic and wide that her irises seemed allergic to her eyelids, for the two did not meet at the edges.

She had no intention of sitting up, but that newly formed limb gripped the edge of the crystal slab and pushed her body into a sitting position before Tanzanite knew that it was even moving. The long, sharp fingers flexed on their own accord, spreading with the palm faced away from her as thought to present itself to Tanzanite. What was left when Charonite had finished with her was, once again, two wills fighting for control, but neither was Aree Cadence. The part of that teenage girl that had not yet been consumed by Tanzanite had been shoved out. There was Captain Tanzanite, and there was something much darker.

It was that much darker half which struck out at Charonite, faster than she recalled her original appendage being able to move. Tanzanite had no control over it, but she could somehow feel its intentions. It was going for his throat, trying to sink those sharp claws into the soft pit where his neck met has clavicle. The Captain watched in nothing short of absolute horror as her own arm acted out against the man who had helped grant it life. She tried to pull it back, but the muscles did not respond as they should.

It was Beryl's hand that caught it at the wrist, still several inches from its intended target, and held it fast. Tanzanite felt a shame that was not her own, a sense of submission that came at Beryl's touch. It caused the spikes at her shoulder to quiver silently and lay flat against her neck. The arm flexed and relaxed as Beryl pushed it away, setting it back at Tanzanite's side. It did not move again. The newest Captain was staring at her queen with the wide-eyed gaze usually reserved for a priest and a crucifix. It was a gaze which spoke of amazement, fear, and the level of blind devotion that men based wars upon.

“My Queen,” Tanzanite said, and even her voice seemed darker than before, as though there were a slight echo behind each word. “General-King,” the dark, gnarled arm lifted and placed one spiked fist over her chest, “I...” There were no words. There was no way to place her gratitude into any tangible format which could be presented to the two of them. So she said only what she could, bowing her head low.

Thank you.

Orestae


Ghouliboo

Feral Cat

PostPosted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 8:30 pm


"You will learn how to control the arm."

It sounded more as an order than an assurance, Beryl's eyes moving from the youma limb to meet with the other girl's. There had been a brief glimpse of humor at the arm's initial reaction, that glimpse soon replaced with irritation as she'd been forced to stop the limb from attacking the man beside her. Charonite could have controlled it, he could have stopped it. Beryl, however, preferred to take matters into her own hands.

"You will learn, and you will harness the power it holds and assist in destroying the girl who mutilated you. The girl who tried to take your Queen's life."

She had been wounded in action but rewarded for her loyalty, though those words would forever go unspoken. Charonite had been right; she was a loose cannon. She was a loose cannon, but she was a powerful cannon, and one that Beryl intended to unleash upon the senshi and the cavaliers with vengeance.

No longer was she Lieutenant Tanzanite, weak and dying. Now, she was Captain Tanzanite, a weapon the Queen would soon utilize for her own dark purpose.

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"You will learn," she echoed for a third time, then paused.

One hand moved up and fingertips brushed against her forehead, as though a migraine had suddenly taken residence in her head. Eyes remained closed for a moment as nothing was said, and then returned to stare at the girl sitting before them.

"When you return to being Aree, it will look as though nothing has changed. Kunzite will assume you're dead, but when it's revealed that you're still alive, they'll be searching for a teenager with one arm."

Her mouth remained open as if she had more to say, but she paused a second time, wincing.

Then, tersely: "Charonite."

The name held no venom when spoken, and there was no tone of teasing this time. No, this voice held a flat tone, a tone that gave away irritability and possible...exhaustion?

"I seem to have overexerted myself. Finish up here and then return to me. If she can't manage on her own after that point, she was never suitable to be Captain to begin with." The orders were snapped as one hand returned to her head. Something was wrong, but the proud Queen was far from willing to divulge the fact that the second soul that shared her host's body had begun to fight back. "I have confidence that she'll take advantage of the second chance she's been given."

Without another word she was gone, ostensibly returning to the apartment at Hillworth as Ursula's soul managed to overtake her once more.
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