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 Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 9:45 am
The red hair slides gently through her hand before Ate pulls it close to her face. Sharp green eyes look back at her smiling as she performs the act and the Corrupt Senshi can’t help but look at those freckles painting the strangers nose and cheeks. She breaths her in and then…she’s gone.
Gone again like always, not a hint or a whisper of her left, just gone. It was like the dream was fighting against being understood, every possible question Harley had to offer was alluded and for the seventh time that month she awoke with the same questions on her lips. “Who was she?”It was started to get silly. Here was a woman who had questionable hobbies at the best of times, had seen things that should haunt her and rightly so. But this fantasy of a girl was what she dreamed off! It was neither a friend she knew in her “normal” life nor an agent she had met since awaking. She couldn’t even think of picturing her in the crowd at a roller derby match. Nothing, there was nothing to draw from, the memory just wasn’t there to be found.
And yet she dreamed of her, god how she dreamed of her. Laughing sweetly, the way she frown when serious - if Harley didn’t know better she could imagine it was lost family she was dreaming off the way her heart tugged when she woke, as if it had just finished punching her in the gut. For those first few seconds after waking she couldn’t breathe and then the feeling was gone just like the dream, just like her.
Pushing herself up it took a second to think of where she was again as she shivered in the cold, ah yes, another stinking motel. The blanket was thread bare and the curtain, well the scrap of cloth used as a curtain, had come loose again and was letting in the moonlight – probably the reason why she woke in the first place. This wasn’t exactly how Harley had pictured herself living after corruption; things were starting to get serious for the derby girl. With this glamor in place she had lost her job, the flat had been taken from her - her world had ended overnight or at least the civilian part did. Her new found powered side was more than enjoying the perks of chaos but it did not help the weak and it did not help you flirt with the “normal” world. You were on your own, and rightly so…it didn’t mean Harley had to like it.
The problem was now that she was awake she knew it would be a waste of time trying to sleep again. Maybe she could tire herself out to near exhaustion and not end up dreaming again if she went out…for a little while at least. Pulling on her jumper and pants Harley pocketed her henshi pen before stepping out of the door. She needed to be far enough away before changing due to…the ridiculous amount of activity around the building. There was a reason why this motel was so cheap and Harley could guess that it might have had something to do with midnight callers going back and forth between rooms in the night…well the place was called Sleazy-Eazy after all. She locked the gate behind her and sprinted off into the night.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:31 pm
Despite the ever mounting doubt, the sense of floating adrift in a sea of turbulent chaos. Second thoughts about second chances. Rampant worries and a consistent, unwavering surety that she was well and truly lost in this world. There was still one task left undone, one mission still unfinished. A promise. The Senshi of Tumbleweeds had made it habit to frequent the park before she'd met a certain rockabilly bombshell, and maintained that habit religiously after. Ate, the White moon rebel, acid beauty, friend. The park had been their meeting place, their sanctuary, and the scene of a heartbreaking parting. But Navi held onto hope. Kept it bundled up and clenched tight within. There was a promise to keep, and she would do as she'd said she would. Whatever it took to spark some familiarity in the woman who's attire had changed from white to black. Not of the Dark Mirror Court, but consumed by the corrupting forces of the Negaverse. Once upon a time allies, no more. That crumbling alliance was nothing, meant nothing. She had wasted no tears at the separation. Life went on, heavy and confusing and all consuming. On and on, day after day. Little changed, certainly not habit. Evening found the Dark Mirror eternal in the park. Breath a wisping cloud on the air as heels tapped against frozen concrete. A leisurely gate, unhurried, unstressed, unchanged. It had been almost a year, or over. Navi had lost track of the time, had stopped counting the days since the last time she'd seen Ate's pretty face.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 5:42 am
Harley was no longer the homeless girl of Destiny City as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop in her blackened finery, her hair twisting in the wind as she dropped from the sky before running back up a wall or down an alleyway. She had no destination, no goal. Just the feel of her feet pounding the pavement was enough to calm her mind and get her thoughts back on track. She didn’t care for dreams that told her nothing, didn’t see a point in trying to recall a name for a face she didn’t know. She had stopped herself reacting now when she thought she saw her in the streets, all red hair and cute freckles. If it was an ex-girlfriend or an ex-colleague in the moon court she had no business with them anymore, she just wished her subconscious mind would catch up and remember that. The past wasn’t worth s**t to her now, only the future. Her future.
Pulling up short Ate clung onto the railings that circled the top of the public library its rusted metal decorated with barbed wire after a string of “vandalism” attempts and break-ins. It was nothing that she couldn’t hop over or cut down, why, if she felt particularly mischievous she could even cover it in grime and filth to pad the razors and allow for safe passage. Yet tonight she was in no mood to fuel the government’s anti-terrorists laws, for a person boarding on psychotic Ate was able to keep a clear mind about these things and knew it was only a matter of one mistake making it difficult for her family to operate successfully. She could bide her time.
Right now though she pushed out a hand into empty space, closed her eyes and read the energy pulses that rang out from the city. She could taste the sickening effects of a Youma out to the west and her pulse raced as she caught a whiff of a pure starseed bursting from the same direction before disappearing into the night. Whoever it was would be gone long before she could even attempt to look so with a sigh she forced her mind out to look in the other directions, maybe she would get lucky? Maybe there would be a prime target waiting to be caught, or a starry Senshi waiting to be put down? Maybe she could find some evening entertainments or a reason to have more nightmares. Anything to stop the dreams that cursed her-THERE! A large blip on her inner radar that screamed energy. Powerful energy – her type of energy, her equal. It sang a different tune than that of an Order Senshi and even another corrupted had a note sour than this one but it rang out none the less and Ate’s mind was abuzz with questions. She had yet to meet a mirror Senshi although they were often spoken about in hushed circles of the rift; her time in the negaverse had told her of such a bargaining between factions – no matter how thin that agreement now lay.
Taking hold of the railings she swung her body over and down onto the fire escape, her legs making quick work of the descending stairs as she raced towards the energy signal. She couldn’t help but feel a little excited. Other than a potential starseed meeting new allies was at the top of her list having never felt more at home within the confines of the negaverse. She had met so many people in such a short amount of time, many she could now call friends, something she never had in Order, or so she was told by infamous Lyssa who reminded her of the way and means the white moon court had kept Ate against her will.
Hitting grass Ate came to a sudden stop her eyes darting to the west where the impressive memorial fountain stood before turning into the fringe of Destiny City woods, a sadly inapt name for a bunch of trees that peppered the landscape. Closing her eyes again she turned left towards it and brought forth her hand as if meaning to touch something. She let the gentle hum of power wash over her and was currently basked in it tangy warmth, her voice echoing out seconds later.
“I know your there stranger…surely introductions should be made unless, you want me to get the wrong impression?”
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 11:26 am
It wasn't unusual for Navi to feel the prickling presence of powered auras in the night, certainly not surrounding the park. It was a hot bed for activity, always had been, and that was one reason she continued to search there. The other, more obvious reason was this was the scene of their last heartbreaking meeting. Where Ate had told Navi of her plans to corrupt, and what it would mean. It had struck like a blade in her heart, twisting painfully, like she should bleed out at the woman walked away from her. Out of her life, or so they feared. She felt them now, those powers in the night, and she kept her attention on those moving beacons as she walked quietly through the cold night air. One was drawing closer, rapidly, and though she knew they were Eternal, it was not a signature she knew. Not Chaonis, nor any of her Dark Mirror family. Curiously she slipped into shadow before the corrupted reached her. Back to a tree, ginger curls catching on frozen bark, she waited and she listened. And then she almost dropped to her knees as that voice called out to her, achingly familiar, and hazel eyes went wide. Breath sucked in sharply, and only the press of a hastily raised hand kept her from making a sound as she rolled her head back, chest heaving, pulse thundering in her ears. It was over a minute before she had managed to gather enough control over her emotions to step out from behind that tree. Head up, she strode forward across the frozen grass, and pale eyes took in that beautiful face. It was her, finally, after searching for so long. "I've been looking for you, Ate." Voice was soft as she spoke, eyes searching the woman's features for any flicker of recognition. Some sign that she had managed to linger in any small way within her friend's stolen memories. "For so long."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:09 am
Although Ate knew someone was there it still didn’t deflect the reaction she had when someone popped out from behind a tree. Years of doing this job had taught her reflexes well and it only caused a second of slight alarm coursing though her body before she pulled herself taunt, her arms and hands tensing as she weighed up the stranger before her, because after all that was all she was . Her mind filtered out the facts she knew about the Dark Mirror court, although she had yet to encounter one the meetings she had attended, especially recently, spoke of an alliance fractured and in discord. She didn’t allow the tension to dissolve from her body and she held no smile for this newcomer.
“Is that a threat sweetheart? Or should I be honored to have taken up so much of your time?” Not allowing herself to relax she glared openly at the girl. Knowing what she did now Ate was more hostile than ever towards people she didn’t know only allowing those of her own kind to get through her defenses. Everyone else was someone to hurt, someone against Metallia. Like this girl.
“My reputation obviously precedes me but I like to know who my admirers are, it makes it easier to keep tabs on them you see. So pretty please, who the ******** are you.”
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