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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:18 pm
The battle was over, but the war had just only begun. One by one they found themselves standing back within the cold, dark confines of the Negaverse subspace, their bodies broken and battered from the battle.
And the very moment she found herself back in Negaspace, Tanzanite hit the ground.
Hard.
Her knees hit the stone without so much as a hand outheld to ease the blow, her body toppling forward onto her palms a moment later. Back arched, stomach clenched, and with a horrible sound, the half-youma general proceeded to vomit up the same thick, black ooze that seeped from her wounds.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:24 pm
Captain Scheelite returned to the Negaverse with a pain choked sob as the instant transportation did little to mind the delicate condition he was in. He stumbled, barely managing to catch himself with his guitar and thus at least saving himself from landing face first on the cavern floor.
One battle, one battle in this ongoing war had done this to him. To them. The blonde was muttering something to Tanzanite (along the lines of "please Tanzy...quite hurling, you'll be alright! but you're making me sick...").
The sickness only grew when he looked down at his own body. Hands burned, the flesh twisted and blistered from the stupid move of grabbing a Senshi's attack. The extreme damage to his knee could be caught in glimpses beneath a tattered uniform, but with how often white hot flashes of pain went through it (oh and the fact he couldn't -move- it) he knew it was bad. Really bad.
Then there was the blood..and god knew what else was covering his uniform. He knew some of it had to be his, but not all of it...there was no way he'd still be alive if -all- of it was his. The memories of bashing in Senshi's heads (and chests, and starseeds...) came back to him in one big wave and he once again forced the bile back down his throat.
It wasn't easy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:25 pm
One second.... she was kicking a senshis head in and looking up being greeted by the negaverser she knew not the name of. Just as she opened her mouth to reply, she felt a pull.. out of where they were.
Out of Elysium.
Onto a all too familiar cold, hard floor. Her injured leg buckled, sending her kneeling onto the floor. A palm on the ground,,, she heaved in labored breaths. "Well... im guessing this means no one won." She groaned and looked up to see her fellow peers, in better or worse shape than she was.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:25 pm
Bismuthite stood, but only because he had a hand outstreatched against a dark wall supporting his weight as his head swam. The adrenaline was gone, and now everything was catching up with the Lieutenant. Oh god what a start to one's Negaverse career. Damn. Still, he was proud of himself. He had survived, where so many had fallen. Above all, he had killed without hesitation. Before he had wondered if even he could do that. Use people, yes, but take their life?
Well, in the end he had. As he got his bearings, he pushed off from the wall and turned to face everyone - to see who else returned, and take stock of things - visually compare injuries and whatnot. He did this as he made his way over to Tanzanite. He didn't say anything.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:25 pm
Zanazziite blinked as she found herself back in the subspace. The familiar surroundings made her feel secure enough to dismiss her weapons, so that she could push herself up to her feet. Sliding one of her gloves off she attempted to rub the blood off her chin, her touch becoming gentle when she got near her nose. It was definitely still broken.
Looking around her violet eyes landed on the form of General Tanzanite retching on the floor. "Oh no!" Ignoring her own injuries she hurried to the purple haired girl's side. They had only met once, but she had felt a connection with Arm, and she didn't look in good shape.
Crouching next Tanzanite she reached her hand out to touch her shoulder but stopped herself. Maybe she didn't want to be touched. She leaned down slightly speaking quietly. "General Tanzanite? Can I get you anything?" She didn't ask the stupid question of are you alright? Because obviously the General was not alright.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:26 pm
They had been ejected from Elysion-- ejected as suddenly as they had come. Serandite found herself back into the negaverse subspace, relatively undamaged if one considered her to the rest. But she wasn't without injury-- Mostly bruises and scrapes. She was disoriented for a moment, taking a second to register her familiar surroundings. A sound behind her-- she whirled around to see the first arrival. General Tanzanite. She ran forward, her hands frantically searching her kimono.
She couldnt find a damned handkerchief-- meaning she would have to make one. A ripping sound could be heard, an uneven and jagged square of her kimono sleeve was handed to the vomiting General.
"Here." Perhaps the General wouldnt care for the cloth-- But Hey, it was Serandite. Being Serandite. Like usual. She had no doubt that the rest would be joining them shortly-- or about.. now.
"Hey Schee-- Don't tell me you're going to vomit too!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:28 pm
"Trying hard NOT to, thanks..."
Scheelite shook, glancing around at others as they all popped into existence. He couldn't help but notice that a considerable amount of people simply weren't coming back.
He thought again to the darkened eyes of the officer he had seen lying on the battlefield, body torn apart into two very distinct pieces.
"Ohgodseriouslygoingtohurl."
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:30 pm
He'd had it.. he'd had it right there, he had been so CLOSE to doing something that mattered.
Failure was to the sound track of Tanzinite retching her guts out, strange tar-like ooze spattered the floor with each heave and sent his own stomach turning. He saw Scheelite, and was glad for that, other familiar faces swam and tilted as he thudded to his own knees, painful against the cold floor.
For the first time he wanted to lay down, wanted to just be down and never move again.
He groaned and let himself half fall and half lay down on pressing the burn on his cheek into the cold stone... he didn't dare rest his back against it, as much as it hurt. Just to finally close his eyes for a moment and try not to think how poorly he had done.
So many lives lost... so many taken and it felt like not an inch was gained, by that token it did not feel as though any had been lost either...but still.
"God...." He muttered... "I -had- it..." his eyes were blurry and damp and he realized with a twist of horror that he was crying. God he hated tears.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:30 pm
He had had no sense of the time, and then, as the rays of sunlight came over the horizon, the same light seemed to wrap them all and dissolve them from the very battleground they were set to claim as their own. Elysion was gone. Forever, he didn’t know. If there was senshi still there, they would be back. He still felt they had so much to do and that they should have remained, but when they returned, his mind was changed.
Entering back into the Negaverse, he could see the full scope of the injuries acquired through the fight. Large bleeding wounds, hanging flesh, torn uniforms, and every manner of burn were caught, not to mention the chorus of groans and hard breathing that rose up to the roof. It hadn't been so much as a victory as a taste of a great concern for them. Their numbers were small, and if they fought, they could very well loose their entire army. And then what? Earth would be forever lost.
He wasn't any better off, but he could see a few people around him that made his injuries look like he just pricked his finger. The worst of which had fallen further ahead. "Tanzanite!" He called, his voice panicked and high pitched as he rushed past a few bended, cringing figure and over to the fallen General's side. he could care less who else was there and he forced his way through. Whatever strange force that had kept Tanzanite fighting and on her feet was gone, and now she was nothing but forcing out her own blood in great rolling waves of her barren stomach.
He touched her shoulder, kneeling beside her. They needed a hospital. They needed to go. She needed to go and get help. "We need to take her to the hospital. To get her help." They needed to go now. They wouldn't loose her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:31 pm
Alkaid had just been about to reach down, almost had her hands to the chest of the immobile senshi and then.. she was phased back to the negaverse headquarters.
If she had been anyone else, she would have stomped her foot and released a chain of curses. Alkaid liked propriety too much to do that though, even in her battered condition. Instead, she simply straightened herself and looked around the room to see who was there.. and who wasn't.
She saw the brightly clothed Serandite first and was glad to note that one of her few friends in the negaverse had made it out alright. Then her eyes fell on the general that had taken her under her wing (wing meaning giant youma arm) before the battle began. She took a few concerned steps towards her, enough that she was withing sight if Tanz could actually see anything pats that revolting vomiting. She stopped short though once she realized there were plenty of people (probably more familiar with the workings of a half youma) there to wait on Tanz.
Instead she just stood there, hands laced behind her back in her go-to stance when she was uncomfortable or nervous. Then the adrenaline in her veins began to wear off and she realized that all the injuries she had sustained were a lot worse than she had first imagined.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:33 pm
Luckily for Petalite she didn't drop from any height to land in the subspace. It was just a lateral movement, from sitting on grass to sitting on a hard surface. Thank god that mouthy senshi was finally gone at least. Carefully she tried to push herself up, but pain shot up her spine. If only she could get standing she thought she might be okay to stand, but it was the getting up that was difficult. Her sapphire eyes searched until they landed on a mess of blue hair that suspiciously looked like it was missing chunks. "Linarite!" Right now she needed her cousin, and she wasn't going to yell out to the entire room that her butt was broken.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:35 pm
Another (larger) piece of cloth was thrown at Scheelite.
If he was going to hurl, the message was: Don't do it here.
Serandite's eyes landed on Alkaid in relief-- She surveyed the room frantically, wondering who else was missing. Pleasepleaseplease let them come back. Serandite knew that there would have been loss involved in this battle.. She just.. wanted to believe that the loss had been bigger on the senshi's side.
It seemed.. that the situation had hit home. With the rush fading, the injuries inflicted on each side was much more massive than it seemed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:37 pm
"Zink!"
Zinkenite had made it out, and while his partner lay collapsed on the ground the fact that he had survived was enough for him. Green eyes roved the area, looking for any sign of Paragonite as well. The cloth thrown from Serandite smacked him in the face and the officer grunted with pain as he moved to remove ********, he was so tired. So hurt, so done. Casting his gaze around once more to try and locate his team unsuccessfully, the blonde stumbled his way forward and finally had to give up the hold on his weapon.
The guitar faded away into darkness.
And Scheelite crumpled into a heap next to Zinkenite.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:44 pm
One moment, he had been fighting and the next -- he was back in the negaverse headquarters. He clutched his arm with his other hand, the white fabric torn as red slowly stained the fabric. He had been caught in Pegasus's attack last, and hadn't escaped unscathed. Blood dripped down his arm, whereas other cuts on his body bled as well. It was nothing in comparison to the damage that the other ranks had suffered. Tanzanite, Scheelite, and so much more.
He noted the rest of the injured people, people who had barely escaped from the fight. He would be lying if he said that the disappointment wasn't great. They hadn't lost, but Raite didn't consider it that way. The bitter taste of loss remained, Raite gritting his teeth against the feelings and pain.
"We look like s**t."
Still, Raite dragged himself to a nearby wall, near the remaining officers. He wondered how much people died. He remembered how they littered the battlegrounds with blood, limbs, and bodies. At the time, they had been no concern, but now, it was hard to say.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:47 pm
She should have stayed down, and Tanzanite knew that. It had been only the power of the starseeds she had consumed that had kept her up, kept her body moving like a soldier souped up on psychotropic drugs. Now, her body was rejecting what was left of it, coming down from a starseed high in a painful crash. It vomited up the bits of flesh and bone that she had taken from the fallen Lieutenant, whatever her arm had not used to patch itself.
The Arm, it seemed, fared little better. Chunks were missing from Castor's assault, several spikes having snapped clean off.
“I'm f-” she began to say to Zanazzite, but another wave of nausea cut her sentence short. Black blood and what looked like piece of a rib emptied out onto the dark stone floor. Thankfully, the bone was not hers.
“Thank you, General Serandite,” she said flatly, accepting the piece of cloth and wiping at the corners of her mouth. She slowly tried to push herself up, failed to stand, and settled for slumping into a half-sitting position against the wall. For a brief moment, her black eyes closed, face set in a look of grim determination. It was as though she was trying to grapple with the power that her body was still processing. When she opened them again, the blackness had gone, only tired silver eyes now giving Wolframite an appreciative glance.
Her human hand reached out for Wolframite's, the youma arm seemingly content to drape itself on Zanazziite and lay there, “No hospital,” she wheezed, trying and failing to sit slightly more upright. She sucked in a deep breath, and tried to calm her roiling stoamch. “I'm half youma, Wolframite.” At that, she actually managed a faint smile, patting the back of his hand gently, “They don't make hospital for youma. Just-” she paused, as though speaking was stressful enough, “Check on the others for me. I can't stand.”
Tanzanite leaned her head to one side, searching for the corrupted senshi she had last seen trapped in a coffine, “Alkaid, are you alright? Zinkenite? Scheelite?” Dare she even ask it? "...Linarite?"
She was looking around, counting their numbers.
Indeed, there were fewer.
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