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 Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 6:39 pm
The mist nearly glowed as it wound its way between the trees of the sleeping camp, the soft light of morning turning everything pale and cold. Ida stared out at it pensively as she stood before the Oasis, listening to the soft noises of people bustling around inside. Morning rounds would be starting up soon, breakfast delivered to the patients waiting inside. Today, she would not be among them, a thought that dug at her a little, but it couldn't be helped.
The dark circles under her eyes and the paleness to her face spoke of the nightmares and sickness that plagued her periodically. There was only one cure for it and that was the reason she had arranged to take the day off. It was time to return to Ida and replenish her connection with her beloved asteroid. Already, she anticipated the asteroid's gentle, radiant warmth chasing away the morning chill. Soon... but first, her guest and helper.
Ida swept the woods as she twiddled the strap of her bag between her fingers. Sheikh had said herbs, so she'd brought something smaller than the duffle sized things she'd used with Herger and the apples. There were strips of cloth as well, to pad between them, or rip into strings to tie bunches. Herbs and things were not as common as the other food that was brought in, it would be pleasant to add them to cooking and healing work as they best suited. There was a few of the duffle bags, though... if they were going to Ida, she might as well make the trip productive and gather more produce.
A sigh cracked her jaws and Ida felt tears stand in her eyes before she blinked them away. Tiredness this early was not a good sign, but she'd tough it out. The replenishing of energy would go a long way when they got to Ida.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 7:12 am
Every time I'm in this form, I feel like I'm losing touch with myself.
Transforming inside of the camp posed a risk, surely, but with how nestled back into the woods they were, he doubted anyone would feel his bright and shiny signature on their early morning stroll. And what did the Negaverse care about finding them, anyway? They already owned the city, and all the other cities. Stamping them out now was just being a sore winner.
With the lightshow ended and Sheikh now standing in place of Slade, the redheadstarted toward the Oasis where the pair agreed to meet. Orah was easy enough to spot, even at this distance - dark hair and tanned skin stood out among the sallow, emaciated heroin chic that the camp popularized. She joined in on the emaciated and tired look surely, but at least natural skin tone kept her looking almost normal. Out of self-consciousness (and he always felt the glow was a little attention-grabbing), Sheikh tugged the collar of his fuku up to obscure more of the grandiose pentagram sprawled over his chest. Sure, it looks neat when a light explosion shoots out of the center and ******** up an officer, but it seems kinda rude to 'flash' someone in conversation. 'Hey Orah, I'm talking to you. Stop staring at my chest.' Yeah, I don't think that'd go over well.
When in conversation range, Sheikh greeted Orah with an exhausted jubilance. "You look like s**t, Princess!" He jested. His smile hinted that he knew the same comment applied to himself. The hollowed eyes, the gaunt countenance, and the ever-burning vigilance in his gaze seemed ubiquitous among other members of the camp. Maybe it was.
"Here, let me fix your hair, at least." Sheikh beckoned for her to come closer, then dropped behind her to brush her lengthy hair out. Fingers hardly compared to bristles, but he made do. "Did you bring decent shoes, like I asked? Sheikh is a mess of cliffs, really. That's probably why there's nothing much growing there but wild herbs. A couple of them I recognize right off, like echinacea and chamomile and feverfew. Some of the other ones I'm not so sure about, but you've always been my go-to for plant things." With practiced hands, Sheikh separated and wove together her hair, forming a long french braid while he talked. "But, I mean, unless you want to fall to your doom, it's probably better to swap out of senshi boots and into something more practical. I'm sure there's more good stuff in the city, but I don't think the planet has regenerated enough for that magic to work. There's some kinda symbol on the ground, with this weird water on top of it... And, I mean, you can see the city's reflection in the water but there's nothing around you. But, I'm rambling. I guess you just get to talking about anything you damn well please when most of your audience is dead ears."
Finished with the braid, he clapped Orah on the shoulders. "Looking like a superstar now. Ready to go?"
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 8:28 pm
Orah looked up as someone called to her, their enthusiastic summary of her appearance pulling her lips into a tired smile.
"Sheikh." She laughed as she turned. "Its nice to know you're not afraid to be honest with me."
It was good to see the purified senshi and the princess moved as he waved her closer, obediently presenting him her back so he could fuss with her hair. Slate had always liked braiding and it was something that had carried over to Slade. It felt nice to have fingers run through her hair and her shoulders lowered as she relaxed, her eyes-half lidded as she stood quietly for it. A night of poor, restless sleep broken by nightmares did not make for manageable hair in the morning and she'd simply found it too much effort to force it into more than a messy braid. It was no hardship to allow Sheikh to fix it for her (and truthfully, the attention was a guilty pleasure).
"All I have is sneakers, I'm afraid. I don't usually go hiking, to need sturdier shoes, and there hasn't been time to send out a request for something my size. Will they work okay?" She said as she waved at her feet and the well-worn pair she sported. "I brought my field guide too, so if there is something I don't remember right off, we can look it up."
He rambled about the city and his planet, but it only coaxed a smile from her and Orah set a hand on top of one on her shoulder as she half turned to look back at him.
"I don't mind if you ramble, so don't worry on my account. I actually like hearing it. Planets and wonders are endlessly fascinating to me. And thank you for the braid, Sheikh. I'm ready to go when you are. I didn't pack anything in the way of lunch, but I've got a pair of water bottles for while we're on Sheikh. There is enough produce we should be able to make a meal of it once we get to Ida." She squeezed his hand companionably before she reached into her pocket to pull out her pain and lift it over her head.
"Ida Eternal Power, Make-up!"
The familiar purple glow swept up around her like wind blow petals and they coalesced into the fabric and flowers of her fuku. Her aura sang with eternal power as she stood in boots and ribbons before him. It was, perhaps, not necessary to power up for the first jaunt, but it seemed like the thing to do.
"Lets go." Ida said cheerful as she bent to grab the straps of the bag and sling it over her shoulder.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 3:22 pm
The flower power gig worked well with her, and Sheikh was pretty certain he saw every part of Orah/Ida that he ever wanted to see, absent details. Not that he objected - from what he understood of his past self (and Orah's insistence that he came on strong), he must've found her attractive. Really, it was too bad he couldn't see more than the silhouette.
"I guess we'll know if sneakers cut it when you do or don't fall off a cliff." He spared her a smile, tired as it was. "I hope you don't mind stairs. Makes me wish we could borrow Eikthyrnir from Hvergelmir so we wouldn't have to jump so much." For a moment, he wondered if all the effort spent to reach the herbs was worthwhile. Medicinally they proved useful, but what was a sprig of basil to a dismemberment?
"Without further ado, Princess..." Sheikh started while he withdrew his phone. For ease of use, the homeworld app was dragged to the front screen. "We'll be off!" His hand in hers, he touched the app and the pair vanished to the world around them.
Morning sun melted away to the familiar perpetual dusk that assailed his home planet. The stars shone faintly in the darker stripes of dusk while the horizon maintained deep oranges and golds that rendered it a beauteous sight frozen over his perilous planet. For the miles out that they could witness, each jagged cliff face sported painted fingers from the dawn-dusk. Down below, thin streams wove between the bases of each jagged affair to deliver what water it could to each smattering of wild herb. Some streams wove up the cliffs as well, ducking into small holes weathered away by their presence. Sometimes grass trailed up the less treacherous slopes, dotted with bushes and trees on their way to the highest point. Not one trunk among all trees he'd seen maintained a straight ascent; each one bore the telltale curve of plant life coming outward then upward for a chance at the sun that never came.
And perhaps, that was why their leaves housed several departures from normal earth trees.
Certain plant life in Sheikh - trees included - gathered their needs in a system different from earth's. It was what Sheikh surmised when he saw entirely transparent leaves with some kind of coalescing, bioluminescent material on the inside. Initially they looked like fireflies with the way they buzzed about, until he realized each point of light was contained entirely within the leaf. And when he touched the trunks themselves, they lit with a strange orange glow that climbed through the divots in the bark. It seemed that bushes often grew around these trees, as if forming a symbiotic relationship with them. But lacking botanical experience, Sheikh wasn't certain if they worked with each other, or if the bushes proved parasitic in nature.
The pair stood atop one of the rare plateaus, with a large disc-shaped depression beneath their feet. Sheikh determined that the bulk of the material was a hard carbon derivative, not unlike onyx, with the same bioluminescent gold tracing out a large pentagram that fit within the entirety of the disc. Washed over it was some kind of heavy water of gunmetal color that came to their ankles, and shifted only begrudgingly with any movements they made. As he looked down at the surface, the vague sprawls of the city reflected back at him - and Sheikh surmised that it showed the Cathedral District, as he named it. He wondered if Ida could see it, too.
"Welcome to Sheikh," he announced, still holding her hand. "Just remember not to watch where you're going if you want a fun time down a mountain. Or, you know, if getting speared sounds pretty attractive. And I don't mean in the sexy way." Finally he relinquished her grip.
Wading through the bizarre water was, luckily, not difficult. The first steps out left him standing atop the surface, where the tension held great enough to support his weight. Doubtless Ida would experience the same phenomenon. "Most of the herbs you'll find are around the streams, so I guess the best place to start would be at the bottom. Oh, and about those streams... They flow backward. And I don't mean like how the Nile river flows north or anything. These things literally flow up the cliffs. I haven't figured it out yet. Maybe some magical thing, maybe some weird physics disaster. I dunno. I think it's a bit of both. Magic-induced physics disaster or something."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 8:16 pm
The world around them changed and darkened. When Ida looked up, it was into a strange, foreign sky. Everything was the color of late sunset, orange and gold melding with violet and indigo. His world was harsher than her own sun-drenched meadows, but it was beautiful in its own way. It could have been barren rock and she could have found beauty in it.
The second thing she noticed, beyond the wash of colors, was the dragging about her ankles. Ida shifted as she gripped Sheikh's hand for support, stepping back uncertainly. It was... unnerving to step out of the 'water' to stand on top of it, the surface much like a waterbed in her mind. And even more strange... the reflection of a city that didn't exist. The senshi bent to study it closer with curious eyes before her companion released her hand and gave her an impish comment about 'spears'. Ida snorted as she straightened up, her lips curling in a crooked smile.
"I'll be careful." She said as she followed him to the edge of the strange pool and thankfully stepped out onto solid rock. Powering down was a simple matter and Orah kicked off her shows before her pen came out again and she powered up. Crouching, the young woman settled to sit on the ground with a sigh and started unlacking her knee high boots.
"That's strange, how they flow against gravity... or does the gravity here play tricks on you? I'd be curious to find out how it does that... its fascinating." She said as she tugged one boot off and set on the other. "Magic is probably a good explanation... a lot of what goes on on our planets is magic fueled. How else could the plants pollinate themselves and buildings become more repaired as time goes on?"
With her boots off, Ida laced herself into her worn sneakers, wiggling her toes inside of her striped stockings as she climbed back to her feet. It felt weird to be powered up and not in heeled boots or bare feet.
"Have you been to the bottom before?" Ida brushed off the back of her skirts as she looked to him to lead the way.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 6:37 am
"I'm pretty sure it's no trick. Things flow up here." A glance was spared in Ida's direction when she powered down for boot acquisition. He found it oddly comforting to watch one of their own partake in something as benign as tying shoes. "I'm pretty sure the gravity is kinda ******** up, too. There's this valley way out toward the east, past the mountain range there. That place is all kinds of messed up - nothing grows there, and there's whole chunks of land that are just floating in the air. And if you throw a rock, there's no telling what kind of weird gravitational pattern it'll take or even if it touches the ground. I think a lot of it has to do with too much magic? I'm not sure. I'm guessing that if I ever wanted to find out, that answer's locked away in the city." He sighed when he half-turned to regard the giant disc. It only mocked him with a visage of the city; he wondered if the real one was wiped off the face of this planet, and all that remained were these large tiles to act as memorials.
"One time, I recalled a part of that valley. There were these two guards there, and the past Sheikh, obviously. They all seemed kinda worried, and were talking like whatever methods they had for 'containment' were growing ineffectual. And they were worried that Sheikh's connection wasn't good enough or something. It was... really bizarre. So much of it still doesn't make sense." Was there too much magic here? Did the planet explode in spots? Who knows. I sure as s**t don't and I'm supposed to know. "Sorry, kind of a big tangent. Anyway, to answer your question, I've been to the bottom before - and just about everywhere except for the city. That part's still off-limits to me for some reason.
"When you start trying to descend, sometimes you can find these weird orange balls forming a line down the mountain. You'll wanna use these. If you're lucky, the magic in them's been restored enough that you can actually make use of them. They form these like... tunnel tubes? They remind me of children's slides. But as you shoot down them, a whole lot of magic builds up beneath your feet and forms this cloud that makes for an easy landing. Beats the s**t out of trying to rappel down. There's other weird turrets that I figure are newer versions, but I've never found a functioning one. Seems to me that the planet is reactivating itself based on the oldest items first. Sorry, I could talk about this s**t for years."
Sheikh stepped toward the edge of the cliff, where he swallowed his fear and leaned out to look for telltale signs of orange light. None were immediately visible to him, but a host of herbs sprouted near the stream that crawled up the mountain. They emerged from deep cracks between jagged stones, and edged out from the very cusps of the water itself. He stepped carefully, cautious to wedge his feet against solid rock, before he began the slow descent toward these small pockets of supplies. "If you want to find an easier way down, I think there's one of those orange things to the left," he called back to her. "Walking near them should be enough to activate them. You'll see this translucent, kinda static-looking orange hole open up perpendicular to the ground. Just be aware that some of them don't go all the way to the bottom, but those usually let out on a plateau anyway. Or you can stick with me and tell me what the hell I'm picking."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 9:06 pm
Pacing to the edge, Ida glanced over it with lifted eyebrows, searching for some of the orange lights he had talked about. She'd never heard of magic like that, or gravity that pushed away from the planet. It was endlessly interesting. She found herself really glad she'd decided to make this a dual trip and had the opportunity to explore a planet other than her own. She so rarely got to do that these days, with travel being so draining.
"Past memories are fascinating things, especially if you can piece together what was going on. So often they're just snippets of things with no context." Ida mused as she crouched down to look over, her knees together and heels under herself. She smiled as she glanced up at her friend, her head tilted to the side. "I really don't mind if you want to ramble. I like to listen to it, truthfully, and it helps pass the time."
Mmm... falling here shouldn't be a big problem for her, now that she thought about it. Beyond her impressive jump range as a senshi, she did have wings now. As decorative as they were most of the time, they did have the ability to slow a fall... one of their small benefits. It left her more worried about Sheikh than about herself. A careful eye on him, without getting pushy about it, wouldn't be amiss.
"I'll be careful going down. Its quite possible that's how your planet is renewing itself... I wish we knew how to speed up the process. I'm not a huge fan of the idea of abandoning Earth to flee to our worlds, but it would be useful to have other places that were livable too... if just for supplies and knowing we'd brought something back to life. I like the thought of that, more." She said as she turned to lower herself over the edge, seeking out toe holds before she trusted her weight off of the cliff top. Shifting, she shoved her bag around to her back so it wouldn't foul up her hands while she lowered herself to the next foot hold.
This wasn't too bad... She just had to stick close to Sheikh and try for the same holds as he did. Piece of cake, right?
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 12:37 pm
"I don't think this is how it's renewing itself. You know when you mentioned past memories earlier? I've had a few where I could see the streams - they were a lot larger then - but they still flowed backward. And then they somehow flowed into the roots of the trees, and would trickle out of the leaves so the plants were always dripping. There were a lot more herbs back then, and they usually existed beneath the umbrella of the tree. Then there were all the shrubs too, which somehow still stuck around. Or came back to life, I guess, since everything looked dead as hell and worse when I first came back here. I'm guessing that being part of the Negaverse really did some damage to this place." Sheikh took a pause from his lengthy explanation to embark on the hiking process, measuring his steps before entrusting his weight. The cliff surface proved formidable despite numerous climbs - he would be unwise to consider himself an expert of the surface.
A slab fell away beneath his foot, crumbling as it struck other jutting rocks. Sheikh's foot remained dangling in the air a moment before he found a second foothold. "Even if we do get these places livable, we're still losing the war. The moment we have to stay on our respective rocks is the moment the Negaverse wins. If we're that lucky." He looked up toward Ida, who wasn't terribly far behind.
"I don't like going here, you know. Not because all I ever do here is bury bodies, I mean that sucks pretty hard, but there's something more to it than that. And I don't know if it's because I 'betrayed' my planet by awakening corrupted, but... I don't know. It's like I'm copping out of the war by being here. Giving up." Focus shifted to climbing downward, and Sheikh spidered out a few careful feet. He found a narrow ledge of two feet that sported some grass that just recently grew back. "I know we all have to do it. Go back to our worlds, I mean. You do, I do, Hvergelmir does, pretty much everyone transcended does. But what if one of us is off to our planet, and then the Negaverse strikes? Or the place catches fire? Or something happens, and we're just not there to prevent it? It's like having your back turned, and letting the enemy have an opening." Sheikh sighed.
Crouching, he sighed a sprig of basil just beneath the ledge where he lingered. "By the way, there's a few plants here." Carefully he plucked it, and gestured toward Ida to come retrieve it.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 4:01 pm
Ida paused and leaned forward to press her forehead against the rocks, closing her eyes for a long moment.
What he said was true... as much as everyone tried to pretend they weren't, living and fighting as though there was hope of a better future, they were losing. Bit by bit, the Negaverse tore away pieces of them, drove them a little further into hiding and took away their lives. They struggled and scraped to get by, to regain some small bit of normality in camp, but it was only a cover to hide the growing hopelessness. As much as she ignored the state of the war by burying herself in the work at the hospital, she couldn't not see it when the bodies passed under her hands. Living and injured, or no longer in pain.
The senshi took a deep breath and let it out as she straightened up, her face settling into lines of determination. Losing or not, hopeless or not, Ida was determined to never give into Chaos and Metallia. She had come to terms a long time ago she would die fighting this war. What mattered is what she accomplished before she did. Never stop fighting.
As she continued down after Shiekh, his worry about the state of his planet struck a chord in her and her heart squeezed painfully. She nearly missed her foothold as she hurried after him down the cliff face, scraping her fingertips as she dug them into the stone for purchase. The last few feet, she gave up entirely on climbing down and pushed away from the wall, dropping to land with her knees bent to take the impact.
"Sheikh..." Ida said as she shook out her hands, stepping over to sink into a crouch beside him. Reaching, she cupped his cheeks in her hands with a light touch, her eyes warm. "Its not your fault your planet is like this. All this, it happened a very long time ago, like it did to all the planets. You being corrupted didn't make things worse... I can't believe that. You have done so much for this place since you came back to us... you've seen it slowly waking up as proof."
She brushed his skin lightly with her thumbs, offering a sympathetic smile.
"I feel the same way about going to Ida... It hurts to call it a waste, but its a whole day I lose. There is never enough time to take care of everything at the hospital and people complain I never sleep as it is. Taking time to spend a few hours on Ida and then being unable to do anything the rest of the day because I'm so tired feels incredibly frustrating. How many people could I have saved if I had been at the hospital and not lazing around in the sunshine? How much time did we lose because I didn't use my crystal that day to speed their healing?" She shrugged, leaning forward to bump their foreheads together where the symbols of their planets glowed with a smile. "Nothing we can do about it, though. At least trips like these, with something we can bring back, makes it feel more worthwhile."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 8:41 am
Damn, all I have to do is complain about having to go to my planet and she's pawing all over my face? Didn't realize it was that easy.
The past of a thousand years remained stories told among old memories. What befell the planet, whether in direct correlation with his actions or not, was no longer a question of responsibility. It wasn't about fault, or making up for the past, or any number of misconceptions the current senshi populace possessed. Sheikh recognized that quickly enough. His servitude to the Negaverse rerouted his power from planetary to chaos, and now that role transferred back to a great, decayed rock among the stars. That decay meant little more to him than a task - a task that bestowed power with careful and meticulous treatment.
All their planets were dead civilizations, lineage left to wonder at or salvage from.
In truth, he knew that the planet rejuvenated slowly with his every visit. What was once desolation now stood as a quietly rebuilding environment. The cliffs now sported their streams, the heavy water returned to the strange pads on the plateaus, and foliage sprang up from cracks and crevices. Nonverbal instructions were passed along a chain of memories, like old scraps of clue to drag him toward some storybook solution. And when he followed, when he learned of burial rites from the last Sheikh's remembrances, the planet flourished further. And once he committed his own personal trials to this lonely planet, it offered further power.
Not much, but it was enough.
You can sleep on Ida, he thought about saying. Take some people there to pick your crops, take a nap in the grass, and tell them to wake you when they're done. The words never made it to lips.
When his fiancée died, he could still laugh. He could still feel contented. He could still feel the sun's warmth on his skin. And he hated himself for it.
Just like he hated himself for his interest in others, and how it rose and fell in ties. This planet is a charnel house. The dead don't have eyes to see. Who's going to tell?
So he leaned in to kiss her.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 9:04 pm
Of the things she had expected him to do after her reassurances, kissing her had not been among them. No one ever kissed her, any more. It had been... years, since anyone had wanted to. Ida made a soft noise as her eyes widened and her fingers slid across his skin, bumping over the ridges of scar tissue his brother had left behind.
This hadn't been what she expected, but... it wasn't unwanted either. Her poor Shiekh... brought to life in the Negaverse, leaving them and everything else, losing the one he loved just when he had found the courage to fight again... She ached for the pain he felt and the want to soothe it. Some might consider her simply a vessel for purification, but she couldn't help feeling responsibility for the people she brought over. You couldn't just burn them clean and then flutter off to let them figure things out on their own...
And more than that... there was a loneliness to the way he sought her out now, a sense of need that echoed something inside of her. For all the people around her, for all her friends and adoptive family... she so often felt isolated and lonely too. No one seemed to see the woman behind the skilled hands and crystal any more. She hadn't been just Orah for... years now. Always, Ida. Always responsibility and duty. Everyone else had... families and significant others and small lives they had rebuilt. All she had was her hospital and most of the time she wondered if someone else could do her job better than she could anyway.
It was because he needed something from her in that moment that she let him kiss her rather than pull away. It was her own need that made her kiss him back.
Her fingers slid back from his face, parting the red strands of his hair and smoothing over his scalp to cup the curve of his skull. His kiss was warm and firm, the scent of incense and... something else, teased at her nose. She knew that scent well, even faint as it was... The corpses he trafficked in, ferrying to his planet for burial. Death clung to him with stubborn fingers, but what was to say it didn't cling to her as well? Disinfectant was a far cry from the flower smell that used to surround her.Strickenized Assumed some things ~ I can edit if need be <3
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 7:07 am
A ledge seemed like a poor place for this, but Sheikh didn't exactly open its doors to the city contained within. Ida didn't seem to mind; she followed his lead just as readily. Had she welcomed it, then?
Why wouldn't she, he reminded himself. She spends all day locked inside, taking care of all the people that will die before she does. She stopped living a while back. Now she's stuck on survival out of obligation. What if this could give her a reason to think life was worthwhile? Doesn't that outweigh the guilt that I could enjoy a walk in the woods as I work, while she can't? That I have these hours to waste because the dead aren't in a rush?
Orah helped to purify me. Isn't this another form of giving back?
He pressed the kiss, and palms to shoulders urged her to lie back. The grasses allowed for enough cushion here; there were so few areas around that lacked bodies and offered some measure of comfort. He could opt for the bedding of a fresh grave, but they both knew the stench of death too well for that.
In joining the resistance, he learned exactly how many pleasures in life proved entirely extraneous. He learned what comforts were superfluous, and which cultural behaviors amounted to nothing more than empty gestures. And perhaps sex had no place among the resistance, who were already doomed to their fate.
But connection did.
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