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 Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:09 pm
The task was done... The mission mostly a success. Mostly meaning the only setback was two got away, if they had a choice.. Alkaid nor Bismuthite would have escaped. What was done was done though, six out of eight were captured. Including their main goal, the general. The senshi moved her right hand up and clasped her left arm where the bite scar now remained. The bandage was gone, and the wound almost healed... but like the rest of the BMC she marked, the bite left a nasty scar. It was a reminder of the war they were all in, and the consequences if you let your guard down.
She was one of the guards for Uranophane, the tall mad scientist looking negaverse captain that had a nasty habit of talking a lot. And talking a lot of s**t. It was the senshis break from guard duties, but she chose to make the most of it. Lyra had taken a few items off three of the captains they captured... boots and a eye patch from wolfram, hair clips, sash hair clips and epaulets from dioptase, and gloves and goggles off uphane. Five of the items were placed around the city. In high traffic areas, clearly visible, all spread apart enough to not give a firm clue as to the location of their captives. All intended to throw anyone off the trail.
The only item that remained? Uphanes goggles... which she wore around her neck. Lyra realized that it made her a moving target, she might plant them somewhere else later too. For now though? She was feeling cocky... the BMC had actually DONE something and succeeded.
A familiar coat, something that made her eye twitch even though he was thankfully too far away to see it. General... another of them. Lyra was only a super, but damn if she didn't think she could hold her own when push came to shove. "Good evening, general Zinkenite."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:31 pm
the wind snapped at his coat almost in time with the flicker of his eyes over her, Hair, eyes... ankle where the crescent burn showed just lightly pink through her white stockings... and then the goggles around her neck.
He stood silent for a moment, like some grave yard statue, waiting, watching.
"I see you found some new accessories 'Sailor' Lyra..." He said his tone almost civil, if taught and thin like a saw blade.
He tilted his head slightly and folded his arms. "Just... how many of you did it take to subdue her then... very...VERY brave number's i'm sure..." His tone mocking, cold.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:39 pm
She stayed far back this time, not trusting herself to get in any closer to the general than need be. Her eyes were narrowed... she really grew to not trust the general as much as she used to.. blind trust.
It seemed the trust he built to gain in her was waning... BMC's fault more than likely.
"One, actually. a BASE senshi." Albali had a good shot with the needle, took the captain out all by herself. It took two senshi to cart the woman out of the playground.
"Dont you like it? She gave it rather willingly..." She would let him take that as he would.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:52 pm
A soft chuckle. "...So you found a taste for violence... and... what.... chloroform? Tazers?... or am I to believe you did this all your own."
He tapped his chin looking thoughtful "Oh...yes....I nearly -forgot-" He said in almost a sing song tone. "It wasn't just you and 'a base senshi'... but even with as many as you dragged to the fight, you lost a few didn't you..."
a pause, his voice cool and velvety... familiar in its needling discomfort, normally dragging her over the 'question coals'.
"Poor thing... poor thing." He said sounding far... far too sympathetic despite the dagger in his words.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:05 pm
She replied to his chuckle with one of her own. "We lost none of our soldiers."
A pause. "Awh Zink.. i thought we were only talking about Uranophane. No.. she went down with one on her. Your other agents were more difficult, Ares helped with Tanzanite herself." A pause, a smile. she fiddled with her goggles.
"No..not a love for violence. A love for justice. Feeling like we are doing something for the greater good. Dont feel bad for me..." She tacked on at the end, remembering that all too familiar tone of voice.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:32 pm
"Ah yes...Justice, that's a pretty word isn't it..." He shook his head glancing at the goggles again.
"You have so -many- of you too, quite outnumber us, I'm aware of that..." he tilted his chin up, calm...defiant, almost like a teacher instructing a pupil.
"Isn't it funny... I tried, being as... Violent, and abusive as you people say we are, I tried picking on people stronger than me... just what you did. I tried this... 'justice'... I had no taste for it." He shook his head looking disappointed.
"It was... ashes in my mouth, because you really don't think about it do you... it gets wrapped up in a pretty word like 'justice' like 'salvation' and 'purification'...but in the end... it's still just brutality, theft... humiliation.... BULLYING."
His last word was dark and heavy... quiet... "Small wonder I had no taste for it..."
He took a single step forward. "It is the tool of small minds, the tool for people who can not think for themselves, who hide behind words because they don't know what they REALLY want...because they have no one to protect in this world but -themselves- and those who pet their enormous egos stuffed into their -petty small minded bodies..."
His words were nearly poison under all that velvet tone now, almost acidic, able to eat at skin if you let it.
"Is that all you've become... is that...the best you can cling to, I do pity you... so much. If you're so just... then bring me to your Justice Lyra... after all, I am all things terrible, wicked and cruel."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:50 pm
"Its easier this way." Was her short reply, a little quip. She was sitting there a tiny ball of anger.... her fist clenched and shaking through his speech. In reality, the Lyra she was while in uniform was confused, scared, wanting to run. As she was acting right now was not her, but more a reflection. Taking her inner emotions and converting them over to rage and the dedication she was giving the bloodmoon court as it now stood. She was diving herself so deeply into this plot that she was hiding from how she truly felt.
What she refused to admit.
"If we are such horrible people, then what does that make YOU? You kill senshi and zap humans or hell, even still kill humans. I saw scheelite eat a starseed not too long ago." not to mention eat her own energy, but she would not mention that. "Is it truly wrong to defend yourself." A step closer. "Defend your families." And yet another step before pausing. "TELL me Zink. What puts YOU so much more in the right. All ******** alien invaders bull crap aside."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:02 pm
"Is that the -best- you can do?" He shook his head and sighed. "You poor thing, I thought so much better of you... but the best you can do... is fumble for words and try and make yourself out to be right because 'someone else... is doing the -same- thing."
The words were accompanied by a side to side wave of his hand as though to punctuate each word...
"It is easier...isn't it... hiding behind that, never -answering- the questions, you're not -guilty- so long as someone else is MORE guilty."
"What... family... Lyra, you are nothing more, than a puppet, puppets don't -have- families...all you have are stage props, you can be told to talk... like a good puppet, say you love them, say you care. But the only thing you're -defending- you...little little senshi, you petulant toy... is yourself. If you want to cast stones...don't hide behind -children-... don't pluck starseeds and then weep before breaking a neck and calling yourself -vindicated-... don't even bother... because until you're willing to listen to something other than your own -pathetic- attempts to justify, and your own mantra of vilifications, I haven't a word to say to you..." He moved closer till he could bend and speak in her ear.
"...Where is your justice senshi... wicked is whispering in your ear..." He murmured, his voice low and his breath warm against her cheek and the curve of her ear, he hadn't even teleported... just walked, one... step... at... a... time....
Till he could bend that scant inch, to nearly brush his cheek to hers.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 6:22 pm
A question answered with another question.
No answer given, just more questions...accusations... mind probing. With all the mind probing zinkenite did, it was a wonder HE was not a alien using HER as the human experiment. The guinea pig.
"Shut up."
Is what she said as he approached, time slowing down... his steps taken so slowly she could almost feel time itself stop. She wished for the world to rewind itself, why had she met him again. Why had he plagued her so much. Her mind was turning into putty, and he was planting idea's within them at a rapidly growing pace. Her eyes started to well with tears... little beads forming at the corners of her eyes.
"Shut up Shut up SHUT UP."
She didn't care anymore, didnt want to be there. Didnt want to breath... she felt his close proximity and yet all she could do? Try and think of his to hide. crouching down she rather quickly sat down and placed her head between her knees. Looking down at the ground she wrapped her arms around her legs and rocked back and forth.
Not the best thing to do around a negaverser....hell a GENERAL. She just did not care anymore.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 6:37 pm
"You can block my words out Lyra... but can you block your own? Are you still so sure you're in the right?" He stood for a moment, over her, lording over her in a position of power rather than familiarly. A position of justice over the damned before he stooped to continue his 'conversation'
"Shhh... don't cry... you knew what you were doing all along...right? You walked right in and let them tug you like the puppet you always wanted to be...."
He even went so far as to brush an oh too gentle hand over her cheek where he could find it the way her face was pressed into her knees.
He could kill her, right then, right there but there was information he needed more...and she was breaking.
"Did it feel good to hurt them, did you feel powerful... strong? Tell me about it Lyra... how did your justice feel when you saw them drugged and dragged away, how did it feel when you made them BLEED." He dragged out the word like velvet, poisonous velvet over thorns.
"How are they fairing Lyra... tell me that... tell me how the people -I- want to protect from TERRORISM and probable TORTURE are fairing under your oh so perfect justice."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:53 pm
When the hand brushed by her face, her own hand came up so fast and swatted the other away. Reflex mostly... but she did NOT want him touching her. "Shut up.." She repeated once more sounding more like a broken record than anything else.
She really didnt want to deal with this s**t at the moment. Why cant she teleport like they can? She could get away so much easier if she could. Run away and not look back.
"...Go away Zink." She growled, well more of a raspy sigh, back at him as she still looked down at the pavement though her knee's.
"Does it FEEL good to annoy the s**t out of me? I dont understand you zink. You have had so many opportunities to kill me." She looked up now, eyes red. "And yet you dont? I have seen so many of you kill so many senshi. Like i have seen senshi kill so many of you. And yet you call us the terrorists?"
Looking down and flopped her chin onto her knee's now and stared into the distance. "I just dont get you. And... to be frank?"
"its hard to know what is right and what is wrong."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:00 pm
"Do you need Killed Lyra?" He replied, a question with a question, always that... never an answer. The answers were always up to her and that game might never end.
"Would it make you feel better if I stooped to the actions you use to condemn us, that you use as excuses to continue your honorable tactics like kidnapping and torture? I won't do that for you Lyra... the day it becomes easy you are beyond hope or reason."
He sat down beside her, patient, but needful. He needed the information if only she would give him some scrap of it.
"Where are they Lyra... I can still save them... you don't need their death's on your hands... unless you've gotten a taste for it. Civilians... your first kill in Elision... are they Next Lyra? Is it easier when they can't fight back?"
He was making huge assumptions but she hadn't denied anything yet about how they were being treated, that told him as much as anything else had, maybe more. The simple act of not denying... a terrible terrible truth.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:22 pm
"Do YOU think i need killed, Zink?" She fired back at him rather half heartedly, playing his own mind games right back at him. She was not feeling rather giving with information at the moment.
Plus, its not like she KNEW a whole lot.
The civilians part made her mentally twitch, and rather visibly too... Only pegasus was there for it... and zink, she was certain, had guessed it. Only pegasus knew for certain though... She never gave zink a yes or a no. Years ago Lyra killed a civilian. While not her fault, to this day she still wondered if that was the start of it all. The start of her doubt.
"What then, Zink? Use me for what i know and THEN show me how much alike the two sides are? Really smooth...."
"Frankly?" She said- looking out. A smile...or sneer.... on her face. "I have no clue where they keep her." Her, rather broad answer... at least one answer, someone IS still alive. But who?
"I hear she screams really loudly too." Now she was just pressing his buttons... but if he wanted information? No way in hell was she giving it outright. She knows better, was trained better. But she was told she could mess with their heads a little. So why the hell not?
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:32 pm
"It could be arranged... but frankly... you have yet to establish that you're worth my time." He said leaning in ever so slightly. "If you're just a puppet, who reaches out to pluck rather inefectually at the strings of others then no... you're just another Doll and no real danger to anyone but yourself, no value to anyone who lacks the motivation to move you to do what they want."
He lifted a hand and his fingers twitched, spider-like and slim as he mocked the motions of manipulating a marionette. "Dance their dance... sing their songs, and all you can do is wish you pulled the strings."
He tilted his head the other way and let his hand drop. "Do you dream about it Lyra... do you have sweet dreams of their cries... or is it nightmares of them that haunt you. The anger in your words makes me think you aren't sure yet. Maybe you wake up in cold sweats and shaking, torn between wanting to dig your hand into soft flesh that can't fight back... JUST because you can... and the knowledge that you're doing it for no greater reason than a blood lust you can't quite deny."
He reached a hand and flipped at her long fringes of hair almost casual.
"Or maybe... you wake up screaming, because you know that you'll be tugged and twitched once again, hurting someone, watching them be hurt and being unable to cut the cords, unable to be -brave- enough or sure enough of anything to answer, to speak out... just a doll, afraid to admit that that's all she is."
His eyes narrowed to cat like slits
"Are you a Doll Lyra... all dressed up and no where to go till they tell you? Or are you still answering those questions... CAN you answer them if they don't put the words in your pretty little painted mouth."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:56 pm
"Do you really see me as only a stupid friggin puppet? Zink i have a damn mind of my own, i did not BRAND myself just so i could be a puppet." She said as her mind mentally wandered towards her ankle, where the brand mark stood. Some of that old spark back, she scooted away from the general and narrowed her eyes.
"You realize just egging me on like this is just making me want to punch you even more, dumpster diving consequences or not."
A pause. A stare.
"You want a answer? I will give you a answer. An answer for an answer?"
She paused, eying him momentarily. She should not do this, but she would.
"No i did not enjoy killing that negaverser. Why did i do it? Even now i cant even tell you. I dont know why i did. I was fighting him, and it just..happened. Would i take it back if i could?"
"...I probably would."
She refused to even admit that one to herself even before now.
"Another answer? Yes those dreams haunt me. Oh hell do they haunt me, the faces and the cries that occur repeatedly over night time and time again. The crying noises i heard and hear will always haunt me. I do not torture them. I try and talk with them when they can speak, try and see what is going on. I only guard. I do not take pleasure in hurting people, zink."
"Even if Ares, and the blood moon court tells me differently....."
"I still see you all as human."
Still not an exact answer, the only thing he had gotten from this was two things. Someone is alive.. and they are in bad condition.
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