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Post by Mashimoro Song on Dec 8, 2014 16:23:21 GMT -8
[attr="class","afet"] words: 824 & tags: open and thus... it begins CLANG!
A vision of steel on steel flashed in his mind. No.. not a vision. A memory.
CLANG!
Another.. just the moment of impact. A bright flash. The sudden fade into nothing. It seemed like only the connection between steel was playing out.
CLANG! CHSSSSSS!
This time was different.. he could see the steel dragging down the side. No.. not steel. It was brighter, much brighter. Almost golden. Wait.. golden sword. It was him.. he was seeing his sword. His strange, unusual sword, that seemed to burn with the blazing light of the sun itself. As the realization dawned on him, the hilt came into view.. followed by his gloved hand, and finally his arm. He was seeing his own memory from a 3rd person point of view. Was this a dream too? No.. no it wasn't. He already had a dream. THAT was still clearly in his mind. This was a memory.. a playback. He was watching himself.
His final moments...
Song's eyes shot open and he stared up into the nothingness above. The black sky pelted with more stars than he thought possible. Like so many grains, there were stars everywhere, yet still far enough apart to see the blackness around them. As his eyes traveled down the horizon he found that everywhere he looked was a starry sky, even though clearly he was on something solid. Something hard against his back, built almost for him. Song thought of pushing himself up, but instead thought differently. There was a reason why he was here. And he remembered it. What his mind was playing. His own death. After months on the run, acting like an outlaw in his own state, he finally met his end. The hero had fallen before the town could be saved.
He failed.
Song closed his eyes, trying to see how it happened. What happened. He saw the fight again, the fight against the Clown himself. The final assault on the Palace. The fight against the leader of Chaos. He had him. He knew he did. He remember standing over the clown, his sword practically igniting in fiery passion. He only had to plunge it down on that stupid smiling face.... and then he remembered it.. the scream from Sailor Moon. Some girl who had been fighting since her family was attacked. The reincarnation of an ancient princess, a guardian of the Millennium. There was another.. a young woman no older than he was.. wearing a fuku of deep golden hues. She had Moon by the throat. She and Moon turned to Song. He could see the surprise from Moon's eyes. This girl came out of nowhere. She seemed like one of the other Senshi.. only something was clearly off about her. Song had paused for a moment, but that was all that was needed. He turned back to a bright flash as a crooked dagger pierced him.
Song's hand shot up to his left eye and cupped it. Here.. it was here. But there was no mark, no scar. His eyelid and eye moved freely. He remembered clutching his eye, falling over as the clown fought for and grabbed his sword. The blast of energy. The weak swordplay followed by the loss of it. He remembered that clown's words:
"Luckily she's prettier.. nothing missed by killing you."
He never understood it, but he never had the chance to. He felt the pain, much sharper and clearer than before, a sudden burning in his chest. The feeling of betrayal.. the fading world.
Song died. He never saw the mission to the end. He had no idea if Sailor Moon was victorious, or if the Senshi had fallen that day. The Knights had all but been wiped out already, so if the Senshi couldn't do it.. he couldn't think of the next words. He had been taught never to give up, never show weakness, and never lose. Every defeat was the absolute worse thing that could happen, and it was required to lead to a victory following it. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Not for him.
He took a deep breath.. which was odd for being dead, and finally became aware of voices. Including one that sounded like it had shouted and vanished. Was he really dead? If he wasn't, then he still had a job to do. If he was.. well.. he didn't know what to do then. Either way, the General couldn't stay where he was. Why do we fall? To get back up.. that was the old saying, right? Defeat is only the precursor to victory. He pushed himself up and looked around, before noticing himself. He was back in his tattered, worn uniform. The Crystal Tokyo military uniform. Laying on the table was a single note and a rose. No gun, no sword.. nothing. He picked up the note and looked around. There was something alien, but oddly familiar about where he was.
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Post by Mirabelle Blare on Dec 8, 2014 16:32:57 GMT -8
Mirabelle shot straight up from her prone sleeping position, the dream she had just experienced was far too livid for her young mind to grasp. One moment she was in Claremont, crossing the street and mindlessly listening to her iPod, then came the sound of a car horn blaring followed headlights in her eyes and tires screeching on pavement only to end up here...which exactly was here anyway? Laid out on a stone slab like a bed of roses, she had to come find that this odd place seemed neither fantasy nor real.
Slipping off the slab onto the stone floor of the bowl, the clicking sound of her heels forcing her attention to look down at her attire. The WAY to short miniskirt was tugged and pulled on but no success was found to lower it even the slightest inch. Miri, as those who knew her best, came to find a note and a rose (I dont know the color) in her hand and gripped it tightly some. She recalled the dream she had and the reasons behind the note rose, but the one main question still remained in her mind.
WHY HER AND WHY HERE?
She noticed another person was standing up within the same vicinity as her. He was wearing some type of uniform, a police officer perhaps? "H-hello?" Her voice squeaked at Mashimoro.
(Moving over here to have someone to post with)
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Post by Mashimoro Song on Dec 10, 2014 8:34:57 GMT -8
[attr="class","afet"] and thus... it begins The soldier was reading his note, and had to keep himself from showing any movement. It was all.. impossible to believe, especially the idea of anything on the gas giant Jupiter. But at the same time, he felt it HAD to be true. Barely a year ago he didn't believe in any of this magic crap to begin with.. but now.. well... he had already proved to himself just by continuing to exist. Well, no.. not continuing. More like having been existing. He wasn't exactly alive. The interesting point he saw however, was the part about different worlds. This was clearly not the same idea as the different planets, he was referring to an alternate time. How else does one explain the apparent knowledge of events that never took place? Makoto.. what he would have given to be with her. He very nearly was, in fact. At least one night when they let their guards down... but no. Nothing came of it. She was ripped from him just like everyone else. There was no daughter to speak of. There was no future. Mashimoro put the rose down and started to grab the edges of the paper, to crumble it.. but he stopped. There was something important. Something that needed to be found. A future saved? Or a past rectified. Something was pressing onto him the importance of his next action. A slight burning in his left eyes also added to the need to stay open-minded. It was at that point that Song finally took notice of the people around him.. and one person in particular. One who had turned to him in a nervous greeting. She was dressed strangely, but clearly a civilian, and she seemed scared a bit. The soldier turned to her, folding the letter and putting it in his uniform. "Hello, m'am... you alright?" [newclass=.afet] height:100px;overflow:hidden; transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass][newclass=.afet:hover]height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.vfre]z-index:1;position:relative;height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.heno:hover]opacity:0;[/newclass][newclass=.heno]z-index:10;position:relative;transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass] |
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Post by Mirabelle Blare on Dec 11, 2014 10:12:29 GMT -8
Mirabelle let out a small sigh, grateful that this person seemed generally uninterested in harming her. At least, she hoped that this person had no interest in harming others. When Mashimoro turned toward her, Miri was able to get a much better look at the man. He was clearly an authoritative figure of some type. The uniform he wore, by her best guesstimation, was military of some kind. She couldn't tell what branch he belonged to she guessed it was Navy? Maybe Airforce. Either way, a man in uniform such as was hopefully a person she could trust.
"I-I don't really know." She rubbed her shoulders, walking towards Mashimoro slowly. She looked around the bowl, noticing the many bodies on the stone slabs, the odd astral markings along the rim and the start night sky. "I think I'm okay, but I don't understand what this place is, do you?"
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Post by Mashimoro Song on Dec 11, 2014 14:40:25 GMT -8
[attr="class","afet"] words: 000 & tags: open and thus... it begins The words from the firey colored girl made him stop and consider the obvious. Where exactly where they? There was only one of two choices. Afterlife, or somewhere in the mortal plane. Which if he was incapacitated and kept alive, would mean the center of Clown's Chaos empire. "That, that is a very good question." he answered, picking up the rose and also putting it in his pocket. He glanced around at the other people around them, very few were stirring, and none were recognized. But the majority did look like civilians. He turned to the girl, unsure of how to answer. If they were dead, would she take it well? Would she panic? He couldn't take that chance. He figured it would be safest to go with the captured theory and hope for the best. "Perhaps this is some location under the Palace, though I don't recognize it. Still, after their attack, who knows what they may have done with it. The question I have is, why you? Why these people? I had no idea the Clown was kidnapping civilians." he said, shaking his head. Hopefully that would be a better explanation.. and for someone who probably just got caught in the line of fire between him and Clown's forces, it would be a better alternative to saying that she was probably killed in the assault on the Palace. "What's your name?" [newclass=.afet] height:100px;overflow:hidden; transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass][newclass=.afet:hover]height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.vfre]z-index:1;position:relative;height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.heno:hover]opacity:0;[/newclass][newclass=.heno]z-index:10;position:relative;transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass] |
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Post by Mirabelle Blare on Dec 12, 2014 0:28:02 GMT -8
The aura produced within Bowl was errily still but stagnant at the same time. The stary night sky seemed endless no matter what direction one looked towards. In the bowl itself, Mirabelle took the time to study some of the astrological runes carefully painted along the ledge, recognizing some but uncertain of others. Her thoughts were interrupted by Song's talk of an attack and Clowns taking prisoners and a Palace of some type. "Wait-I don't understand-" Her voice was to soft at this given moment to be over heard. What sort life or better yet, death, did this man face before losing his life? Yes, she was a 'Civilian' in Song's term of phrase but remembering what Rei hd told in her dream, to join with her sisters to battle for a new beginning, a new world.
She recalled her dream more vividly now. She spoke with a raven haired woman, the name escaped her but she recalled her face. Miri recalled her saying: to aide the Sailor in the desert or the new Sailor Moon who would be her successor. It was a choice she would be allowed to make. But who was this person and where would she fine these Sailor Moons? She took this opportunity to read the note she awoke with and glanced at the red/orange rose in her other hand. reading through the note, she came across a word called, "Elysium." She only whispered the word sotly, but loud enough to be heard.
Miri looked at Mashimoro in shock, like a dear caught in the headlights of car, when he asked for her name. She wasn't certain if Mashimoro could be trusted with her actual name but at the same time, if she just used her alter ego name, he may not be willing to trust her from this point further. What wasshe going to do? Could she really trust this soldier/officer enough with such an important secret?
"It's Mirabelle."
She swallowed hard at the decision to trust Mashimoro with her name. Miri only hoped that she would not regret the decicion later on. She moved to stand next to Song. "It's nice to meet you." She gave a weary smile at the man. "And you are?"
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Post by Mashimoro Song on Dec 12, 2014 9:16:05 GMT -8
[attr="class","afet"] words: 000 & tags: open and thus... it begins Mashimoro was taken slightly aback by having her suddenly step so close, but it wasn't too much of a bother. If anything, the fact that he could see her clearly was much better. She was certainly a civilian, no armor, no weapons, dressed in common clothes (despite the unusual style), and she seemed uncertain of where she was. Which was good, because neither did he. "I am Lieutenant Mashimoro Song, Palace Division. Back when where was a Palace Division, I mean. And yes, I'm the General's son, let's get that out of the way first. And no, he didn't survive. It was just me and a handful of survivors from the Palace. We've been fighting as a resistance ever since. I'm not sure when you got here.. but we finally had assaulted Chaos's main location. Thats when I was pulled here." he said, talking purely for the sake of getting his own thoughts out. He shook his head and turned to the girl. "I'm sorry, you've probably already known that part. It's just habit these days." [newclass=.afet] height:100px;overflow:hidden; transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass][newclass=.afet:hover]height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.vfre]z-index:1;position:relative;height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.heno:hover]opacity:0;[/newclass][newclass=.heno]z-index:10;position:relative;transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass] |
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Post by Mirabelle Blare on Dec 14, 2014 21:40:55 GMT -8
Miri just listened to the Lieutenant as he went on about who and what from where he was. This man clearly thought she was from his country and easily understood what he was rambling on about. Mirabelle didn't want to be rude to Mashimoro, so she waited patiently for him to finish before embarrassing him by stating she was clueless about the information he relayed to her.
"It sounds as though you were someone very important but if I may ask, um, what country did this all of this take place in? I watched the news when it's not boring or reporting about some gang person shooting an innocent school kid on the street or another car chase or even when the President interrupts everyone's lives to give some boring speech." She was starting to ramble a bit herself. "What country are you from, Lieutenant? City perhaps? And what's this CHAOS you talked about? I'm from Claremont, California. Is this CHAOS a new terrorist organization like Al Khaida or Hezbolah? OH! There was this report on the news and, well they got it from Social Media, they stated that a relief aid worker was to murdered unless the nations of the world met their demands. Isn't that awful?" Mirabelle was going on about just random nonsense while Mashimoro's topic seems more factual than fiction.
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Post by Mashimoro Song on Dec 15, 2014 11:19:14 GMT -8
[attr="class","afet"] words: 000 & tags: open and thus... it begins The soldier was stunned, to say the least. It never occured to him that because this place WASN'T under the Palace (he did know all of the secret places on the first floor.. if it wasn't there, then it didn't exist) that it could be outside of Crystal Tokyo.. or even Earth. He stammered for a moment before regaining his composure. "C-Crystal Tokyo. The largest of the 6 city-states of Earth... I haven't heard of this Claremont or California location.. and the idea of presidental rule hasn't really been around for a thousand years." A thought crossed his mind. It seemed outright impossible, but at this point, anything could happen. And right now, the soldier was finding it very difficult to figure out where he was and why he was here. Was this the afterlife? Possibly. "From what you remember.. what year is it to you?" [newclass=.afet] height:100px;overflow:hidden; transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass][newclass=.afet:hover]height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.vfre]z-index:1;position:relative;height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.heno:hover]opacity:0;[/newclass][newclass=.heno]z-index:10;position:relative;transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass] |
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Post by Mirabelle Blare on Dec 16, 2014 22:49:51 GMT -8
Mirabelle...blinked. Crystal Tokyo? What the hell was a Crystal Tokyo?! A Tokyo made completely out of some kind of crystal? Where was this man from? Or better yet, when was he from? Was he from some future era or just some kind of nutcase? Mirabelle settled for the latter of the two. It was slowly becoming clear that what Mirabelle was experiencing wasn't some kind of crazy dream after eating a bad pizza and soda, no this was REAL! "Can...can you tell more about your world? Was there a terrible war? Did the earth flood with water over all landmasses? Tell me!" Miri needed to sit down, her head was beginning to spin some. Mashimoro clearly would have noticed that she began to appear wobbly on her legs.
"The year?" Maybe meeting her was just as mind boggling to him as it was to her. "Its, 2014. Why? what year would it be for you?"
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Post by Mashimoro Song on Dec 17, 2014 10:42:56 GMT -8
[attr="class","afet"] words: 000 & tags: open and thus... it begins For the first time in a long, long time, Mashimoro was absolutely speechless. He stood with his mouth agape, trying to process the information he was just given. It seemed nearly impossible. It should have been nearly impossible. Time only travels in one direction, thats where acceptance of what happens comes from. Not even Chaos should have the ability to travel through time, or at least Clown didn't, and he knew for a fact that niether himself nor Sailor Moon did. It was one thing to have a ghost from the past address a letter to him, a ghost could probably transfer between dimension, or something like that. Living breathing humans could not. "In-in my time," he could not believed he was about to talk about this. "My year is 3274. Far into the future for you... before..." Mashimoro was clearly having trouble believing in this whole thing, and he really couldn't say anything without it sounding crazy. "How... how did you come to be here? Ignoring what this place is... what happened to you? What can you remember?" [newclass=.afet] height:100px;overflow:hidden; transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass][newclass=.afet:hover]height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.vfre]z-index:1;position:relative;height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.heno:hover]opacity:0;[/newclass][newclass=.heno]z-index:10;position:relative;transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass] |
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Post by Mirabelle Blare on Dec 18, 2014 9:47:43 GMT -8
He was from the FUTURE?! How was that possible?! Mirabelle was confused before but after hearing the fact that Mashimoro was 1200+ years in the future from her, it was just...overwhelming. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, so many thoughts races through her mind. If somehow Miri survived this ordeal, she could go back home with the knowledge and....No! It didn't make sense! None of this made any sense! "Last thing I remember? Um...." Mirabelle looked upon the bodies that were sprawled out before the two of them. "Okay, I can tell you but, do you think we could leave this...graveyard? I'm really uncomfortable staying any longer here than necessary."
Mirabelle rubbed her shoulders again in uneasiness. Still seeing all the different bodies on the many stone slabs made her cringe terribly and the yearning to go home and be with her family grew stronger every moment. She missed them so much. Her mother and father. How she yearned to just be held by them both like when she was a little girl. The answer to Song's question didn't leave her mind, she was just slow on her response. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't forget about your question. It's a bit...embarrassing honestly but..." Mirabelle bit her lip. "I...was hit by a car crossing the street."
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Post by Mashimoro Song on Dec 18, 2014 11:19:21 GMT -8
[attr="class","afet"] words: 000 & tags: open and thus... it begins mashimoro had to be reminded that he was still standing next to his own slab, and the word graveyard was pretty fitting, despite the fact that these people would probably also awaken sometime in the future. The future. Geeze. Song nodded to the girl and they both began walking out of this particular portion of the Cauldron. Compared to the life of a soldier, being run over by a car would be laughable and ironic, but one of those things you wish would never happen. The fact that she was hit by a car.. not necessary uncommon in his time either, but it left more questions than answers. "It may comfort you to know we still have cars where I'm from.. and they still hit people when someone isn't paying attention. But it does make me wonder what is the commonality we share that brought us to this place. What was your life like? Anything.. like.. magic?" [newclass=.afet] height:100px;overflow:hidden; transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass][newclass=.afet:hover]height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.vfre]z-index:1;position:relative;height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.heno:hover]opacity:0;[/newclass][newclass=.heno]z-index:10;position:relative;transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass] |
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Post by Mirabelle Blare on Dec 20, 2014 10:09:26 GMT -8
Mirabelle traveled with Mashimoro to the ledge of the bowl, the rim where the stair casing (I THINK? Correct me if I'm wrong) that led down to the stage where a pair of mirrors faced one another.
"My life?" Mirabelle blinked at Mashimoro in confusion. "I-I don't know, simple?" All of this was new to Mirabelle, the idea of or even the possibility of 'Magic' other than the nerdy card game or something performed by a Las Vegas show seemed impossible to her. But yet, here she was, wearing some WAY to short miniskirt, the dream of where Raye mentioned about a Sailor Moon person and fourth months to win a battle.
Battle?![/] Her mind came to realize. She had[/] to fight for a cause she knew nothing about? Why was she brought here?! "That's not really comforting, Mashimoro. I'm just a simple teenager, trying to survive High School one minute and the next, I lost my life to end up....here." She animated her words as she spoke. "I know nothing really of magic and to be honest...I just want to go home." She shivered again, the idea of death truly bothered the red head. A moment of silence past by before Miri decided to ask,
"Mashimoro, do you know who or what a Sailor Moon is?"
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Post by Mashimoro Song on Dec 22, 2014 9:04:41 GMT -8
[attr="class","afet"] words: 000 & tags: open and thus... it begins Mashimoro listened to her tell her story, walking with her and trying his hardest to connect the dots. There didn't seem like much. He didn't know an awful lot about the time before the crystal freeze, only that the only reason why their technology wasn't vastly different was because of the thousand years or so of a complete standstill, followed by a dependency on Serenity. Speaking of which... "There it is." The soldier stopped Mirabelle, turning her towards him. He nodded, and gestered to where he put the note in his own pocket. "Sailor Moon was the Lunar warrior of Love and Justice, as well as Queen of the Lunar Kingdom, located somewhere in the Sea of Tranquility on the Moon. She was supposed to be the most powerful Senshi of the inner planets. Towards the end for me, it was my job to see to her protection, as well as the other Senshi, Mercury, Venus, Mars, and Jupiter, and to free my world from the forces that threaten it." he said, remembering some of the conversations he had. "But I'm not making much sense to you, am I?" [newclass=.afet] height:100px;overflow:hidden; transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass][newclass=.afet:hover]height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.vfre]z-index:1;position:relative;height:150px;[/newclass][newclass=.heno:hover]opacity:0;[/newclass][newclass=.heno]z-index:10;position:relative;transition: .5s; -webkit-transition: .5s; -moz-transition: .5s; -o-transition: .5s; -ms-transition: .5s; [/newclass] |
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