The world will cry out 'Save us!'
Who: Jenova (ladymeteor), Martel (martelandmany), and anyone else who likes to poke at crazy alien matter.
What: Rescue, hopefully?
When: "Today" sounds good.
Where: Edge of town.
Summary: Jenova gets punted back into Luceti after a time with the Malnosso. She's not in the best of shape. She is, in fact, many shapes mashed together. Little help here?
Rating: PG-13; but it depends largely if anyone else shows up
Pain.
Waking was an alien concept to Jenova, because in so many years-milennia-eons, it had been unnecessary. Always before as she had 'slept', she had merely lain quiet, dormant, but she had ever been conscious, ever waiting.
But now... now she woke. Light filtered through the darkness of her mind, consciousness took hold, and with it all came the hurt-pain-agony. Taken, taken, stripped, searched, stolen... her thoughts, her words, memories and memories and life and experience. And then the laughter. She remembered that the most.
A sound very like a faint whimper escaped her, the first of its kind, as she attempted to move, to stand, to walk away. This was too close, too open, too dangerous, but just as she had chosen to take true shape, to be one amongst many, to feel, so too had she taken on the burden to suffer.
And what they had done... what they had done...
No. No no no no no no...
She dragged at her limbs, flesh that would not obey. She was not her own form, but many--one arm a loose collection of muscle and sinew, the other blue, fingers clawed. There was a jagged hole hacked deep into her chest, exposing a lack of ribs, a heart that did not beat. She bled, but it was not blood. Corrupted, converted Lifestream, seeping from her wound, thick and viscous and green.
It would not close. It would not close.
Help me...
What: Rescue, hopefully?
When: "Today" sounds good.
Where: Edge of town.
Summary: Jenova gets punted back into Luceti after a time with the Malnosso. She's not in the best of shape. She is, in fact, many shapes mashed together. Little help here?
Rating: PG-13; but it depends largely if anyone else shows up
Pain.
Waking was an alien concept to Jenova, because in so many years-milennia-eons, it had been unnecessary. Always before as she had 'slept', she had merely lain quiet, dormant, but she had ever been conscious, ever waiting.
But now... now she woke. Light filtered through the darkness of her mind, consciousness took hold, and with it all came the hurt-pain-agony. Taken, taken, stripped, searched, stolen... her thoughts, her words, memories and memories and life and experience. And then the laughter. She remembered that the most.
A sound very like a faint whimper escaped her, the first of its kind, as she attempted to move, to stand, to walk away. This was too close, too open, too dangerous, but just as she had chosen to take true shape, to be one amongst many, to feel, so too had she taken on the burden to suffer.
And what they had done... what they had done...
No. No no no no no no...
She dragged at her limbs, flesh that would not obey. She was not her own form, but many--one arm a loose collection of muscle and sinew, the other blue, fingers clawed. There was a jagged hole hacked deep into her chest, exposing a lack of ribs, a heart that did not beat. She bled, but it was not blood. Corrupted, converted Lifestream, seeping from her wound, thick and viscous and green.
It would not close. It would not close.
Help me...