Post by LUCIA RIDGEVIEW on Aug 6, 2014 1:10:30 GMT -6
i have seen the future, brother,
it is murder
it is murder
Lucia isn't like Kimiko, who could explain Time so clearly to others. She isn't even like Harry, giving up what Time she had to others.
What is she, then? A fool who didn't know when to give up? Didn't know when to stop trying to be a hero? Didn't know when to stop trying to understand the uncomprehendable.
She’s alone on Derse, now; using her second life already, waking self assassinated by one of Manticore's people. Her purple pajamas don't do much against the forever nighttime chill of the dark planet. Her timeline's doomed. She knows. She understands Time, after all, and Time is quite resolute about this.
The Furthest Ring seems especially dark tonight.
It keeps going in her head, that sound. She knows what it means. It gives her something to count down to, something Lucia's always hated doing. But there's nothing else to do here, not when she's stranded on a planet and time travel not an option. A Scratch not an option, unfortunately. That had been a mistake.
She's not going out quietly yet, though -- her explosivekind makes quick work of the Palace, bringing walls down and sending black carapacians scattering. There's not a lot of them; a surprising amount of them had actually supported them, the players, and she'd been able to somewhat warn them through the underground information network they had. She'd been impressed, actually, that they'd been able to get it going under the Queen's nose. Little had impressed her since they'd entered the Medium, but the tenacity of the carapacians here had.
She breathes in the air tainted with smoke and the scent of fire on the wind. Another explosive dangles from her fingertips, and after a thought she tosses it at the Royal Wing of the Palace. Oh hey, speaking of the royals, the Queen is here.
The Black Queen stares at her from where she stands, a sword in her ringed hand. Lucia gives her a smile and a wave. Doesn't even try to move.
Maybe the other timelines will have better luck (skill) (people) (not-failures) than they did.
What is she, then? A fool who didn't know when to give up? Didn't know when to stop trying to be a hero? Didn't know when to stop trying to understand the uncomprehendable.
Tick.
She’s alone on Derse, now; using her second life already, waking self assassinated by one of Manticore's people. Her purple pajamas don't do much against the forever nighttime chill of the dark planet. Her timeline's doomed. She knows. She understands Time, after all, and Time is quite resolute about this.
The Furthest Ring seems especially dark tonight.
Tock.
It keeps going in her head, that sound. She knows what it means. It gives her something to count down to, something Lucia's always hated doing. But there's nothing else to do here, not when she's stranded on a planet and time travel not an option. A Scratch not an option, unfortunately. That had been a mistake.
Tick.
She's not going out quietly yet, though -- her explosivekind makes quick work of the Palace, bringing walls down and sending black carapacians scattering. There's not a lot of them; a surprising amount of them had actually supported them, the players, and she'd been able to somewhat warn them through the underground information network they had. She'd been impressed, actually, that they'd been able to get it going under the Queen's nose. Little had impressed her since they'd entered the Medium, but the tenacity of the carapacians here had.
She breathes in the air tainted with smoke and the scent of fire on the wind. Another explosive dangles from her fingertips, and after a thought she tosses it at the Royal Wing of the Palace. Oh hey, speaking of the royals, the Queen is here.
Tock.
The Black Queen stares at her from where she stands, a sword in her ringed hand. Lucia gives her a smile and a wave. Doesn't even try to move.
Tick.
Maybe the other timelines will have better luck (skill) (people) (not-failures) than they did.
Toc --