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 Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:23 am
They had been more successful than Oenthe could have even begun to dream. Fourteen officers and corrupts taken captive, every single one both a potential font of information and a perfect way to vent rage. Unluckily for them, Penthesilea had a whole hell of a lot of rage.
It had been a year since she had been taken, and oh, she was still angry. Her scars ached sometimes, and she was reminded of that hellhole every time she looked in the mirror. So, yes, she was pissed. Yes, she was going to pay back some of what had been done to her.
She sauntered into one of the cells, shutting the door behind her and leaning back on the bars. She knew the corrupt contained within - a tragic story sure, but also, in Penthe's idle assessment, pretty damn dedicated to the Negaverse. Stockholm Syndrome bullshit, or something.
"Ain't you the unluckiest lady on the planet," she said idly, sounding more amused than anything.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:34 am
Can't breathe let me out can't -
Amphitrite's laughter was hoarse in the cell; she merely glanced at the woman and then back at the ceiling again with a roll of her eyes. Even if it'd been quite some time now, there was no mistaking her, markings and ******** off, Penthe.
"Quite the contrary, darling. That'll be you once my superiors get wind of your little stunt - they're not like you people, you know." She closed her eyes, willing herself to maintain her thinly veiled composure, the smile on her face nearly radiant. But artificial, much like a flickering fluorescent light. "We don't forget our own. This'll be a debt repaid in blood."
I'm more valuable now. They can't. They won't leave me here. They can't. Cinnabar, Umber, Alkaid, Laurelite - they won't forget me they won't forget me they won't -
You don't need them anyway.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:47 am
Penthe walked closer, and there was something distinctly predatory in her gait.
"Let 'em come," she said, and then she grabbed Amphi's chin, hard enough that it would likely leave bruises. "Let 'em come, every single ********' one." There was a slightly mad edge in her eyes. "The more'a your damn fool officers show up t'try an' save y'all, the more I can knock the ******** down."
That she utterly believed she could stand before whatever rescue the Negaverse mounted and win was clear in her tone, in the grin on her face. "An' when they do come for ya? You'll be a pretty little wreck, Sea Princess." Anphi really hadn't done anything to her personally, was all things considered a victim, exactly the person a better woman than Penthesilea might try to save.
Penthesilea was not in the business of saving people.
"D'you even remember what th'Negaverse did to you, while you were a prisoner?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:55 am
The grasp hurt - there was no way it wouldn't - what hurt more was that Amphitrite was utterly incapable of doing anything about it. The tightness in her chest that lingered here constantly tightened, as though it were ready to cave in on itself. Her hands curled into fists, quietly straining hard enough at her restraints to bruise, wanting nothing more than to be able to lash out, to regain some degree of agency.
"You people can't do anything - you especially can't do anything - and you've got the scars to prove it, darling, " she hissed out. She remembered being a prisoner. She remembered sobbing and begging and pleading as her hopes of rescue slowly ebbed away and left nothing more than a desire for death.
"I remember - and it must feel so good darling, right? Being on the other end? Do you want to break my fingers like they did? - it's too bad for you you can't just go ahead and fondle my starseed - look at you. That'd probably get you off."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 9:19 pm
It was cold and wrong of Penthe, to be enjoying this so very viscerally. Yes, she was delighting infinitely in being the one in power, rather than the weakened, broken victim on the floor. She brought her knee up to drive it into Amphitrite's gut, still holding onto her face.
"I ain't the one tied up, cher," she said, "which means right now, I'm the one with all the power."
She gripped just a little tighter. "Not your fingers, no. But maybe once you've given up everythin' useful you can, I'll come back here an' break your pretty little jaw. 'Cause you'll talk, 'cause you're weak."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 11:54 pm
It wasn't the blow to the gut that really got Amphitrite, who although she had gone a long time now since truly feeling it was no stranger to pain - even as she jerked and hissed, she refused to give Penthe any more than that. (Really, the corrupt wished she could've avoided reacting at all; even that was more than any of the order deserved.) Nor was it the threat to break her jaw, because bones could heal, and hers had before.
More than anything it was the words. The fleeting mention of the power that was now out of her hands. But more of all -
Weak.
Not weak not weak I worked too hard for this I'm not I'm not -- !
There was not much she could do. So Amphitrite did what she could; she spat at the eternal senshi's face, all while straining at her restraints hard enough to bruise her own flesh. "I won't, " she snarled with every ounce of vitriol she had. "It doesn't matter what you do. Go ahead. Whatever you try, I've known worse - and I'm stronger than any of you ******** ever thought I was!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 12:15 am
Penthe started laughing. She finally let go of Amphi's face, reaching up to wipe off the spit and taking a few steps back.
"Ohh, yes, you will," she said, "an' you'll even start talkin' about s**t you think ain't relevant, an' s**t that ain't even true, but that you think we wanna hear, 'cause that's what happens when you break somebody down. An' you'll break. You did before, you will again."
She started pacing back and forth, considering possible angles of attack. For once, she knew her words were probably having more of an effect than physical violence; she doubted the Negaverse was gentle. So fine, she'd shake Amphitrite up a little, let someone else beat her and ask her questions.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 12:28 am
Amphitrite settled back against the fold-out bed with her eyes directed back at the ceiling, and her breathing was shallow, every toned muscle tensed. Even now, like this, here she was - bound and powerless and who was to say whether or not she would still be weak when everything else was stripped away -
"I won't."
Laugh all you want. She hadn't gotten any retribution for the spit on the eternal's face. Look at her pacing. She doesn't even know what to do with me. Let her come. Amphitrite tried to think rationally, to find kernels of strength to cling to, even here,
"That was not me. That was the girl you left to die." You as in the order, or you as in Penthe, she knew either would rankle. Let it. "I am someone new. You people have nothing on me anymore."
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 12:37 am
Penthesilea could have - perhaps should have - felt some grief or guilt over what had happened to Amphitrite. There but for the grace of the protection of her planet went her, after all. But with Amphitrite spitting and snarling and all but shrieking her loyalty to the Negaverse, she couldn't feel anything,
Really, maybe her ability to feel empathy at all was just a little broken lately.
She stopped her pacing, smiled a smile that was the opposite of reassuring or friendly, and raised her hands over her head, wrists crossed. The casting gesture for her Eternal attack was dramatic and overblown, but the effect, that was worth it.
"Penthesilea Song of War," she declared, and the glowing red broadsword formed between her fingers, and she drove it into the floor.
And then she was no longer in the cell with Amphitrite - but Amphitrite would also find herself somewhere else, and far more vulnerable.Quote: Sailor Penthesilea raises her hands above her head, hands closed into fists and wrists crossed, and they glow red. She turns and begins to say the name of her attack, bringing her hands down, and upon the last word, stops, and a large broadsword made of red energy appears in her hands. She stabs it into the ground, and a barrier of red energy flies up at a radius of five feet. Everyone inside - allies, enemies, and Penthesilea included - is caught up in a vision of a war long past - any one that occurred earlier than 1000 AD - and any injuries experienced in the vision are reflected on their real bodies in lessened form (slashes become scratches, blunt or penetrating wounds are bruises, et cetera; there's a lot of room for player creativity in how the injuries translate and what the affected characters see!). Objectively the visions last for thirty seconds, but subjectively they can run for quite some time, and during the entire time frame, those experiencing the vision cannot move or react to the outside world - however, they are protected by Penthesilea's barrier. Penthesilea can use this attack twice per battle.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 5:10 pm
She was aware, at least, that Penthe was casting magic and there was nothing she could do to stop it. What she didn't know was what that magic entailed, what it might do, what damage it might lay upon her. She glowed like fire - perhaps it'd burn? Would the sword render flesh from bone?
Then, abruptly, Amphitrite realized that she was somewhere else entirely. There was screaming and roaring from every direction as men in ancient armor grappled with each other, jabbing each other with weapons of varying degrees of wickedness.
One of them made a grab for her hair - but the key difference was here, the corrupt found with an audible cackle of delight, however strange it was, she was no longer bound by any silk, her movements no longer confined, and it left her more than free to swing around and slug the guy straight in the gut before sweeping him off his feet with a kick.
Even then, thoughts were racing in her head - what was this? Did her magic work here? What exactly had Penthe done?
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 9:11 pm
Penthe was barely paying attention to the fight she'd been dropped into - she scooped up a sword off a corpse and dove in, hacking and slashing and paying little attention to what was being done to her.
When she crashed back into her own body, still in the cell, she was covered in scratch marks, the remains of slashes that should have killed her in the hallucinatory battle.
She strode forward and twisted her fingers in Amphi's hair, yanking hard.
"Have fun?" She asked. "Wanna go again?"frayedflower IT'S FINE HALLUCINATION MAGIC IS A b***h look at me glossing over it myself
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:34 pm
Amphitrite had her own set of scratches and bruising, but although Penthe wouldn't know it - the initially unsettled look had nothing to do with the eternal's magic. Not in the slightest. Of all the things in the world that haunted her, death was no longer among them. She would fight for her life, of course - but it was more out of value for her borrowed time than for fear of losing it, for the own worth she knew her life held.
What did disturb her was that when the corrupt came back, she was bound again. She was helpless again. The complete opposite of the way she'd felt in that false battle, powerful and strong, pained but relishing in the satisfaction of taking down warriors who thought she looked like an easy prize. Now, her wrists and ankles strained harder at the silk, an almost wild look in her eyes as she glared at Penthe, hating her more for giving her a taste of false freedom than anything else.
"Go ahead. Bring it, b***h, " she hissed at her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 12:43 am
Penthe laughed, and shook Amphi's head around by the hair, then let her go. It was strange, how invigorated she felt after using her magic. Maybe because she just loved being immersed in a wild battle that much.
"Nah." She said. "You ain't worth it. But maybe I'll come back an' we'll play again, huh?" She teased, already starting to walk off. "Man," she breathed, "it really is nice t'be on the other end'a this. You oughta try it sometime. You know, if your precious Negaverse decides t'come an' collect your pathetic a** 'fore you rot in here."
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