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 Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:41 pm
The weight of his communicator was heavy in his hand. Natron squeezed the stone for a moment, one arm still around Persephone, supporting her. There was a part of him that felt guilty for being the one to do this, to take her away from her family and the rest of their friends - but he was saving her, in the end, wasn't he?
"General-King Zinkenite?" He spoke into the stone. "It's Captain Natron. I have a Senshi who wants to corrupt, and she asked for you by name." He gave an approximate location. Hopefully the wait would be short.Persephone leaned on Natron, staring silently at her hands. Biela's blood was starting to dry, and she took a breath and reached down to wipe it on her fuku, or what was left of it. She'd shredded it all to hell trying to save the girl, and in the end it had been useless.
Just like so much of her time in the White Moon. Uselessness had become a defining trait for her, it seemed. But that was going to end tonight, wasn't it? Tonight she was going to be set free.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 5:02 pm
He appeared, a heartbeat after the call had been made to him. Waiting for it? Perhaps he had, or perhaps not. He spent long hours dedicated to his work in the rift, some purposes and projects more apparent than others to be sure.
He stepped forward, quiet, and somber perhaps and took her in, bloodied hands, leaning against his officer for support. “Captain.” He nodded and then back to her again. “Persephone.”
He reached out a hand and took one of her bloodied ones. “Perhaps I should ask now what happened, is any of this yours?”
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 5:11 pm
Persephone jerked her head up at the feeling of Zinkenite's aura. She gave the General-King a shaky smile. It was a good thing that he was able to answer the call; she would rather have someone familiar bring her over, even if they had only spoken once.
"It's not mine," she said, her voice quiet. "It's another Senshi's. One of your Generals killed her, and I couldn't do anything." There was a slight wobble in her voice, but surprisingly little anger. "I guess you could say that was it for me. I'm really, really tired of being useless."Natorn stepped away, but kept a hand on her shoulder, a little physical support. He knew he had very little role to play here. In the end it was between the General-King and the Senshi.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 5:28 pm
Zinkenite nodded patiently and let go of her hands. “So, that made up your mind?” He asked carefully. “You are certain? You realize that this will hurt, and it is… very hard to change your mind later.” He held out his hand again, though this time he didn’t take her hand in his own, it was open for her to take his.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 5:33 pm
Persephone nodded firmly. "I'm entirely certain, yes. I know it will hurt, I know that I'll...forget things, but I want this." Never mind the idea of going back, that was never going to happen. She never wanted to be afraid and lost and confused again.
She reached out and took the General-King's hand.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 5:51 pm
He took her hand firmly, not so hard as to crush it, though you could feel the power in it. There was no turning back now, he had a good firm grasp on you and he pulled you slightly forward, reaching as though he might touch the bow curving over your chest but it continued, passing through you into your chest. “I think I told you this will hurt, if I didn’t… I have now.” He pushed then, pouring chaos into her star seed, into her very soul. 
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:04 pm
Persephone thought she was prepared for the pain of corruption. After all, nothing could hurt more than having her starseed ripped out, right? It had been agony, but it had been preparation.
She was wrong. There was nothing that could adequately prepare her for the feeling of Chaos flowing into her starseed, her very soul. Corruption hurt like nothing ever had in her entire life.
But it was worth it. When it was over, she felt stronger, better, more.
Chaos had given her wings.
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