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 Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 6:54 pm
Andronicus had mostly avoided the agents who'd've torn her down or tried to kill her with the chair they were strapped to, keeping to the quieter agents to talk to and take guard duty over. Begrundingly, 'course. She thought it was all a terrible plan, but it wasn't hers and the 'leaders' of Order thought it time to teach Chaos a lesson and--
It was a load of s**t to be honest, and a chance for some of them to beat the living s**t out the agents.
She rounded a corner and happened upon a rather curious captain. One she remembered, but not from this present time.
From the future. The Dystopian one.
"Captain... Zircon, right?" she said, stepping just inside the cell to look at the aviator dressed agent curious. She wondered if Zircon remembered her, and her, ah, 'betrayal.'AMItotic Let me know if you need anything changed!
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 8:32 pm
Zircon had stopped trying to count the days. It was fruitless.
She called to Ashanite sometimes, to break the silence, but it seemed the longer they were held captive, the greater the captors patrolled. As little as she felt threatened by the people keeping her locked away, she would not seek to endanger the one person she'd spoken to on a regular basis, or risk outing that she had established communication with another captive. If she were found out, they could be separated, and then she would truly be stuck in solitude.
The captain's mind bristled at the sound of footsteps, but her body was running low on energy, only lifting her head as a sign that she'd noticed the presence at all. She stared quietly at the Knight before her, and though it was too low a light to accurately distinguish colors Zircon called to mind a series of distinctive blues, as well as a particularly damning symbol. The woman's rank, she couldn't tell, but that was of no surprise--she felt half-blind without the ability to sense auras. But she did know a name, as much as she wished she didn't.
"So you know my name, then," Zircon responded coldly, her lips set in a frown. It wouldn't do for her to let on what she knew or saw of this woman from the false future--none of it was likely true. It was entirely possible that she'd learned this information from another captor, or that she'd heard of her somewhere else, not that they shared the same fever dream where Andronicus had sucker punched her in the mouth. Of the many images she'd seen, that had been one of the...less pleasant ones. Her jaw almost twinged in sympathy for her faux self.
All the same, Zircon would have to press for more information if she wanted to know the truth of this strange specter. "Who told you who I was?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 1:32 am
As could as she remembered, by the books still probably. Andronicus regarded her for a moment, passing across the cell in the silence. It was a curious thing, being in the room with an officer of the Negaverse. In her memories of the future, she shared many a room with officers. She'd been on their 'side' of course.
Here, she wasn't. She was on the 'opposing' side. She'd rather walk the middle, which was neither here nor there.
"Word gets around. People talk. There's a whole mess hall of senshi and knights talking about all you guys. I think there's a map too." Mostly true. She had no idea if there was a map, and certainly hadn't set down anywhere with a group of people talking together, but hey! Zircon didn't need to know that.
"Whacha do to end up in a place like this, Zircon? Adhere a little too... strictly to the Negaverse's mandates?" she asked, referencing a specific point in time when her fist had connected with Zircon's face.
She was still proud of that punch, to be honest.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 5:00 pm
"A mess hall? Are we back in grade school?" Zircon scrunched her brows and made a face, pulling her mouth into a thin line. The map was an interesting tidbit of information, if irrelevant while she was still bound and in chains. If she did manage to get herself free, though, it would be something worth looking for, if only to know who else might be in captivity and who to prioritize freeing first.
"I was hoping you could tell me that, actually," she added, tilting her head. "I'm not even sure who captured me, or what their motives were, other than they brought me here and there's a number of Knights watching guard, yourself included."
She measured the Uranus Knight with a weighted stare, narrowing her eyes. The woman was far too smug about something, and it was beginning to irritate Zircon. "I'm sorry, was there something you were wanting to say here? I'm not getting the point of this." In the back of her mind, something wounded in Zircon hissed Traitor, but that was a bit of the pot calling the kettle black.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 8:47 pm
"Would you rather I'd said cafeteria? Then we would be in grade school." Andronicus could see why she'd punched Zircon; it wasn't hard to see how tempting that sort of task was with the captain. She crossed her arms and shrugged.
"Dunno. Wasn't me, though the murmurings are to... give you guys a taste of your own medicine? I think they took offense to the last several times you've kidnapped people." Not that it made Order look any better or saintly. If anything it made them look worse and really affirmed that 'alien/terrorist' vision in the officers' minds. Andronicus thought they'd meant well - an eye for an eye - but there was a point at which she thought the 'good guys' had to take the higher road.
She really wasn't sure who the good guys were anymore, though.
"How's your nose?" she asked, head copying Zircon's tilt. She wondered if she remembered the punch. Not that Andro would replicate it here; Zircon may be the 'enemy', but she didn't deserve it. Yet.
Traitor, traitor, traitor.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 1:46 pm
"I've received plenty of my own medicine," Zircon retorted sharply, looking away from the squire with an upwards tilt of her nose. "In the Negaverse, we call that training. It's something you should look into, really, it does wonders."
The captain knew that this woman was trying to get a rise in her, but it didn't stop her from going red in the face when Andronicus mentioned the sucker punch she'd earned in the false future. Anger frothed up before she could choke it down, and she leaned forward against her bonds, her voice an irate hiss. "I don't know, how does it feel to be part of a futile resistance that is doomed to fail?"
Zircon's eyes widened, biting her lip as if it might hold back the words that had flown free from her lips. But it was too late, she was committed, and she might as well go for the throat now that she'd let slip that she knew, she remembered. "If you remember that farce of a future, then you must know how it ends. All of your struggling, and for nothing? Hardly seems worth your little tantrum."
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 3:37 pm
Her fist collided with Zircon's face, striking her left cheek with super human strength. Her knuckles split with the force, and she clenched her jaw. Zircon knew nothing, not one thing of what Andronicus lost in that future. She lost everything - her teammates, her sister, an entire part of herself. This smart a** b***h follower of the Negaverse who never even got anywhere thought herself so high and mighty. " Says the officer who never graced the ranks of the generals. I wonder how that feels, to know you'll never amount to anything except a General-Sovereign's pet," she snapped back, just as vicious. The squire clenched her fist, shaking blood from it, and glared hard at Zircon. Two could play at this game, b***h. And at the moment, Andronicus had a distinct advantage.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 9:43 am
Zircon had no time to react--she took the full force of the punch, her head pounded by a heavy ringing to the tune of deja vu. She coughed, and she thought she saw blood, perhaps small kernels of a tooth tumble to the ground. It was everything for the captain not to let out a whimper to temper the pain, but she nevertheless winced away, taking in the sharp burning feeling of where her teeth had sliced into the inside of her cheeks.
You missed my nose, she wanted to taunt, but all that came up was more coughing, more blood. For the first time since she'd been captured, Zircon began to quiver and shake. She truly had no control here, did she?
"Better a pet than roadkill," she murmured lowly, shielding her left side as she curled away from Andronicus. For all of her talk, she was feeling so incredibly small. "Better to live than to die."
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 1:11 am
"I lived, for five ******** years I lived under the grasp of Chaos, and do you know what my crowning moment of that entire span of time?" Andronicus snarled, stepping forward and grabbing Zircon's chin with her bloodied hand. She wrenched the woman's face to hers. Oh, she'd done a lovely job, though she'd missed her nose.
Ah well, you can only roll a 20 once on the same move.
"Punching you in the goddamn face and decapitating some of your best agents with my poleaxe." A poleaxe she missed dearly, to be frank, but not that she was going to tell Zircon that. No, Zircon needed nothing but a good fist to her face again.
"But please, if you want to be bloodier, feel free to boast about the 'glory' of the Negaverse and all that jazz. Your nose is far too pristine for my tastes." It surprised her how damn vicious she was being; generally Andronicus went with the flow, but this chick just... pissed her off... on a level that transcended time.
Or something.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 10:51 pm
Zircon's face throbbed and her head spun, even as Andronicus wrenched it up to a face-to-face meeting. She hadn't expected the knight to get so thoroughly violent, and had certainly paid the price, but the display was...curious, one with with Zircon herself could almost sympathize with.
"I suppose I should be flattered, then?" Zircon coughed out a laugh that tasted like blood, and she ran her tongue over the newly jagged edge of a chipped tooth. Something in her heart seized up over the thought of losing a piece of herself that would never grow back, but her brain cackled and howled, knowing full well that she'd never been perfect, only less imperfect than she was now, than she would continue to be until she crumbled into dust. It was folly to assume she'd ever been whole, that she'd ever been worth preservation.
"Pristine?" At that, she laughed bitterly, as if the knight might have somehow been in on the fight she was having with herself. "You're not the first person to make me a rag doll for your frustrations, Andronicus," she said, and the name rolled off of her tongue like a familiar song, to her distaste. Something flickered in her eyes, and she thought for a moment she could feel the brush of silks on her face or the heat of a desert sun.
So much for keeping secrets. When she spoke again, it was softer, and dropped the haughty pretense she'd been trying to hold. "We both know there's no glory to be found in the Negaverse. But there is survival, and I intend to live."
Her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head to spit the taste of copper from her mouth. She would not be made to feel vulnerable in the face of this traitor. "But by all means, don't let me stop you from beating a bound captive. I'm sure it make you feel pristine and orderly."
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 3:53 am
Andronicus pursed her lips, staring down at the bound captain. Something nagged at her, like a reminder of something important. The name rolled off Zircon's tongue with a familiarity that she knew of, of a time forgotten and marred by darkness. She looked longer at her, releasing her hold of her chin, and when she spoke of survival and no glory in the Negaverse, something clicked.
Oh.
Oh it was her.
The squire of Uranus let out a heavy sigh, her anger rushing from her limbs almost as fast as it had set on. Andronicus saw a flash of sand and cloth, and looked at Zircon with a sad expression.
"Then live..." she paused, her face turning pleading for a moment. "Zoji La, live." The name was whispered, yet it echoed off the cell walls. A sister of sand, lost to time. She hadn't realized it in the future, even when they were standing just about the same distance. Andronicus had been too jaded, too lost in her own darkness and that of Chaos to see, but she could now.
How it made her soul ache.
The squire of Uranus clenched her fists and collected herself, returning anger to her face. "I think we both know I'm nothing but 'pristine and orderly'," she replied, her expression ugly. She was just as broken and marred as Zircon.
Glory came to no one, especially not traitors.
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