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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:45 pm
((A continuation of the BMC Finale!))
There was nothing she could do. For anyone. Scylla choked on the bile that rose in her throat, the loathing that was becoming her constant companion.
One day, she was going to rip out General-Queen Tanzanite's spine, and beat her to death with it. The violence of her own thought shocked her.
She heard Ares screaming the retreat and turned, darting away. She hoped beyond hope that she was leaving everything, and everyone behind. She could hear Castor behind her as well, and almost turned; almost looked. But no.
Instead she tried not to cry as she left Lyra and possibly Nemesis to the not-so-tender arms of the Negaverse. She darted through the rubble, aiming to flee away. Get away.
Go anywhere.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:53 pm
Zanazziite was snapped back into reality by Tanzanite’s yells and the smoke filling the field. She covered her mouth and nose with one arm, trying to keep from breathing it in. Her other hand slipped her crystal down the front of her dress with the feather that was still stuck there; she didn’t want to lose it.
Her eyes were beginning to water, and she was coughing behind her arm, but she heard Tanzanite’s call to go home. She was about to do just that, hitch a ride with an officer who could teleport and go to the subspace to recoup. That was until she managed to catch sight of a whip of black hair running away. Scylla. That senshi had her crystal’s twin, the crystal she still believed was connected to Tanzanite in some way. She couldn’t let her keep it!
Taking off at a run, she hacked and coughed her way after the Eternal Senshi, ignoring the flashes of dark shapes she saw at the corner of her eyes. Her sole focus was on Scylla.
The Lieutenant ran after her, stumbling through the smoke, feeling like her lungs were burning, but she never gave up. When she could breathe enough to speak, and they were out of the smoke cloud, she screamed at the senshi.
"SCYLLA!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:03 pm
A voice screaming her name had Scylla freezing, turning on one of her golden heels. They were still not far from the battlefield, and she was alarmed that it might be someone who needed her help. Instead she saw the woman she'd been fighting with all night. The woman who had taken the other Crystal from the exploded ashes of Tanzanite's former body. Before she'd risen.
The monsters never truly died.
She took a defensive posture, eyes roaming the field. There was no one she could turn to. Not that she needed help, surely, against a Negaverser with an aura so low. A lieutenant, surely. Yet this lieutenant had been driving her mad all night.
And now, she was going to take out her frustrations, on her.
"You want to die that much?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:10 pm
"Dying isn't very high on my to-do list, fortunately." She gave her a slightly psychotic smile. "But killing you? That's right up there with breathing." She didn't know where the angry words were coming from, but she let them out.
Summoning her weapon, she had a tight grip on both antlers. One was still sheared in half, and that worried her slightly, but she couldn't dwell on it. The only thing she could focus on now was the senshi in front of her. If she let her attention wander she'd get herself killed.
She studied the senshi, what kind of magic did this one have? Zan was ready for everything and nothing. After spending the night navigating the BMC warehouse and then fighting with senshi she was really starting to hate magic. Maybe this one would chose not to be a coward and fight with her fists.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:08 am
So this was the way it was. The Negaverse cared about one thing, and that was killing people they viewed as being 'invaders.' Or maybe it was something personal after their brief, tumultuous relationship together. "Dying isn't high on anyone's to-do list." she said finally, wryly. "Least of all mine. Though accidents do happen. Look at your freakazoid new General Queen. Died a monster, came back a monster."
She watched the Negaverser summon her weapon, and felt the shiver of fear that anyone would feel, when faced with an opponent that could kill them. One mistake, one misstep... one miscalculation. One of them could die. Scylla swallowed. "Aww, come on. I won't use my magic if you don't use yours."
All she wanted was to go home. She didn't want to fight. That wouldn't stop her from knocking this little girl out first.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:47 am
Freakazoid?! Zanazziite glared through her cracked glasses, Tanzanite was not a freak. "She's not a monster! You don't know anything about her!" Her anger was mounting, her grip tightening on the handles of her antlers.
The anger was slightly diffused by confusion. She arched a brow, would the senshi actually stick to her word and not use magic? The Lieutenant contemplated for a moment and then decided she'd tentatively trust the senshi. Her hands opened and the antlers disappeared. It wasn't like she couldn't summon them at will if the needed to.
"Let's see who's stronger now." Zanazziite's hands balled into fists. She didn't want to admit it, but she was nervous. She would be a fool not to be. She was a lowly Lieutenant going after a senshi two ranks higher than her. There was a good chance she was going to lose now that it was coming down to fisticuffs.
Surging forwards she ran at Scylla, and striking out with one of her fists she attempted to punch the senshi in the face.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:31 pm
"Oh? Then what did we just see back there? The birth of a would-be god? I'll tell you what, I'll take the time to get to know you lot," Scylla made a circular gesture with one ungloved hand, as though there were multiple people around Zanazzite (which there fortunately weren't,) "when you offer the same courtesy. I'm not the one who chased you out here, after all."
The senshi nodded almost approvingly when the other woman put her antlers away. That was so weird to say. These Negaversers had terribly strange weapons sometimes. She'd heard rumor one of them used a toy horse. What did she do with it?
Two nervous girls stared each other down, both posturing in their own way. At least Zanazzite got to posture with a proper shirt on. Scylla's top half was caked with her own blood, drying. The Negaverser made the first move, and Scylla shifted her posture a little bit, onto the defensive. Zanazzite's punch was going right for her nose- damn taller woman- and Scylla ducked, flinging her body forward. Her head was right at the level to hit her in the stomach, and like an angry bull, the goal was to knock her down.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:46 pm
The senshi's words just made Zanazziite roll her eyes. "Because I'm so sure you'd be willing to sit down and have a cup of tea with me." The sarcasm was thick on her tongue. While she would have never acted in such a way as Claudia Jensen, but Lieutenant Zanazziite wasn't a demure, proper lady. Lieutenant Zanazziite was out for blood.
The Lieutenant's attack was wild and unfocused and she didn't have a chance to move when Scylla came running at her. The air was knocked out of her lungs as the senshi's head rammed into her stomach. It didn't help when her back hit the ground. Gasping she blinked tears of pain from her eyes. It took her a moment to catch her breath and when she did she immediately attacked. A gloved fist went flying at the senshi's stomach, and at the same time she tried to roll them over. She wasn't going to survive long with Scylla on top of her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:41 pm
It was probably useless to say that she would be willing to sit down with her. The Negaverse was determined to believe the worst of everyone on the 'other side.' Maybe it was a mishmash of bad experiences all around. Maybe it was that no one would sit down and think it over. "If it would keep you from destroying the very world you claim to want to save?" It it would keep the last known world from becoming a barren ruin, just like others?
But then talk was over, and words were cheap. Scylla grunted as her head impacted with the other woman's belly, and the two tumbled to the ground together. She grunted in pain as the woman punched her in the belly, and struggled to stay upright, not to get pushed onto her back, fighting and wriggling all the while.
But then she was on her back, and she bucked her hips, clawing and scratching at Zanazzite's face. "Off me, you fat cow!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:46 pm
Zanazziite was beyond listening now, now she just wanted to beat Scylla senseless. Feeling her fist connect with the senshi there was a flare of triumphant, maybe she could win this after all.
The Lieutenant's ego just kept growing as she got Scylla onto her back. When the senshi bucked her hips Zanazziite was nearly knocked off and she reached out grabbing the first thing she could to catch herself. Unfortunately for Scylla it happened to be her hair. She pulled hard, keeping herself on top of the other girl. She didn't have much time to savour her victory because her eyes were being scratched out. Or they would be if she wasn't wearing glasses. While her eyes were protected from the senshi's fingernails, her cheeks weren't and she could feel the bite of her nails raking across her skin.
"Fat cow?! I am not fat! You are a horrible, mean woman!" She did her best to swat Scylla's hands away, slapping her across the face as hard as she could manage when she got an opening.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:36 pm
Scylla squealed as her hair was yanked, a few strands coming free in Zanazzite's tight grip. Her nails were close to the soft skin of Zanazzite's face, and she clawed at the Negaverser, desperate, aiming to tear the flesh, to rend.
"You are!" Scylla snarled, before the impact of the hand across her face shut her up- briefly. "Look at the size of those love handles!" She struggled, arching again, one hand moving to punch Zanazzite in the side and the other grabbing at the limb that had just slapped her, biting. "HEIFER."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:59 pm
Every scratch Scylla made sent another sting of pain across her face. When she got home and looked at her face she'd be mortified by the scratches she found covered her cheeks.
The insults to her weight stung, but Zanazziite did her best to shrug them off. She was a tiny girl, her love handles couldn't be that big. The punch to her side made her groan, and went to slap her again. Unfortunately her arm was stopped in Scylla's grip and then she was...biting her?! The Lieutenant screamed, yanking her arm out of Scylla's mouth.She winced as she felt teeth scrape against her skin, but she wasn't worried about the pain. That senshi had bitten her. She had never even been kissed and now she was being bit, there was something wrong with that.
"I am not a heifer!" She was done playing nice, making a fist she lashed out, punching Scylla right in the nose.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 4:43 pm
Scylla couldn't even scream as her already broken nose was abused once again. Her eyes watered, and she heaved her body upwards in rage, trying to roll them back over again. Her hands balled up into fists, and all of her hesitations, all of her playing, was over.
She growled, twisting, her hands going for any part of Zanazzite she could reach. Hungry hands going for her throat, even as she still tried to get the upper hand, to straddle the other girl, to choke her.
Would it be like the other Negaverser? Would she lose all control and in the end be staring at a girl in chickie slippers? No. Not this time. This time she would be agonizingly careful.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:03 pm
This time when Scylla's body heaved upwards Zanazziite didn't have anything to hold onto and she fell back. Her eyes were wide as she fell, she didn't want to be trapped under the stronger senshi. She didn't have a chance though, Scylla was mad now and Zanazziite was the one she was taking her anger out on.
She felt the hands wrapping around her throat, and she bucked her body trying to throw Scylla off her. She did not want to die, especially not by strangulation. But no matter how hard she bucked and fought she couldn't get the other girl off her.
Zan felt herself getting dizzy, and her breathing was getting harder. No, no she wasn't going to die like this. Her survival instinct kicked in and she summoned just one antler, and it happened to be the broken one. Not thinking about anything but getting free she gripped the antler with both hands, thrusting upwards as hard as she could, aiming to bury the broken jagged end of her antler into Scylla's stomach.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:26 pm
Scylla was breathing hard, ragged, trying to keep the girl under her from breaking loose. "Stop fighting." she gasped, and then, "I'm sorry, I have to." She wouldn't- couldn't- kill her. She had to be careful. So care-
Something slammed into her side, and she felt the cut deeply, followed by the blossom of agony. Her hands clenched, convulsively, and then released. Black curls fell in her face as she looked down; Her eyes were wide with surprise as she stared at...
An antler, in her side. "Filthy liar." she murmured. "See, now, which one of us is the coward." she wasn't sure what to do, now. This was... most unexpected. She was still straddling Zanazzite, and the Negaverser's hand was still on the antlers twisting into her stomach. The pain wanted to make her vomit, the blood dripping from her nose, onto the other woman's uniform.
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