Godsent - Jupiter, Saturn, Mars
Title: Godsent
Characters Involved: Jupiter, Saturn, Mars
Word Count: 720
Rating: PG
Summary: And in the end, they find completion. [Platinum-continuity gameverse.]
She was ordinary now, and she hated it.
It had been a long time in coming; for a while, Jupiter had been content. She was free of the strained talk about death and rebirth and pointlessness, of Saturn and Charon and poor crazy Mars - and when it came down to it, she probably missed Mars the most. The girl was psychotic and weak and had no idea what she was talking about ninety percent of the time, but at least she had provided decent company.
Now there was no one to yell at, and no one to yell at her - at least, not in all seriousness. They had been close to recreating the world, and she would have been one of the last ones standing...there was nothing to compete with that out here.
She had gone off to find herself; in the end, she still couldn't say she had liked what she was left with.
He had wanted to see how far it would go.
Success was abstract, the sort of thing that most of them thought would be immeasurable - remaking the world? Most thought it with a laugh. How would you know when to stop? Surely you can't change everyone - and most of them were just along for the ride. Saturn was the exact same way nowadays, but for a different reason entirely; he had grown weary of speeches and promises months ago, and he couldn't help but wonder if the reason he had been kept back when the others went to witness the rebirth of the new world was because he was the second in command, and Cyrus already knew that everything was about to go irreparably wrong.
Maybe Cyrus was clairvoyant; maybe he was some sort of god after all. But at the same time, whenever anything was murmured about a massive disturbance on the top of Mt. Coronet and how something must have been done to appease the cause of it, the connotations that Cyrus had played the role of something else entirely were a bit too heavy-handed for Saturn to ignore.
After days of searching, she finally found her way into the cave.
Mars would be brave for Master Cyrus, yes she would - it didn't matter how long it took, or how difficult the path. He had scaled mountains to save them all; she could handle the caves to find him again.
There were the pillars - so unlike those on Mt. Coronet; these were monoliths, weren't they - and all of them were a sort of countdown, though she didn't see what they were for. Smearing the dust away from one of them revealed a deeply etched 1, 15 and though she stumbled into 2, 16 by chance, by the time she found 3, 30 she was almost too jumpy to continue.
Through the next room was the portal, and through the portal there was nothing; though she could see the area beyond the empty platform she was standing on, the walkway faded before she could reach it.
He was there, and he wasn't there, and it was at that moment that Mars became complete; though she laughed, it was joyless, and she felt nothing at all. She would have no way to know how much time passed before she decided to start walking.
If it was decent, it would catch her, she thought, the heels on her boots the only thing keeping her anchored to anything.
And if not, she would see how far down this rabbit hole went.
He'd told them they were different. Special. Those who would be spared.
It was really nothing new, when it came down to it; the promise was a common one. While the difference laid in how close he had come to keeping that promise, in the end there was abandonment, and behind it all were ticks and beeps and bombs and screams, and then there were the few that stayed behind in the Veilstone Building - the ones that were touched and never spoken about again.
And even if no one mentioned those that had handled the Mesprit, they were always easy to find; they were usually sitting on their beds and rocking, rocking, blank-eyed and blank-hearted, the only ones that Master Cyrus would truly say were perfect in every way.
Characters Involved: Jupiter, Saturn, Mars
Word Count: 720
Rating: PG
Summary: And in the end, they find completion. [Platinum-continuity gameverse.]
She was ordinary now, and she hated it.
It had been a long time in coming; for a while, Jupiter had been content. She was free of the strained talk about death and rebirth and pointlessness, of Saturn and Charon and poor crazy Mars - and when it came down to it, she probably missed Mars the most. The girl was psychotic and weak and had no idea what she was talking about ninety percent of the time, but at least she had provided decent company.
Now there was no one to yell at, and no one to yell at her - at least, not in all seriousness. They had been close to recreating the world, and she would have been one of the last ones standing...there was nothing to compete with that out here.
She had gone off to find herself; in the end, she still couldn't say she had liked what she was left with.
He had wanted to see how far it would go.
Success was abstract, the sort of thing that most of them thought would be immeasurable - remaking the world? Most thought it with a laugh. How would you know when to stop? Surely you can't change everyone - and most of them were just along for the ride. Saturn was the exact same way nowadays, but for a different reason entirely; he had grown weary of speeches and promises months ago, and he couldn't help but wonder if the reason he had been kept back when the others went to witness the rebirth of the new world was because he was the second in command, and Cyrus already knew that everything was about to go irreparably wrong.
Maybe Cyrus was clairvoyant; maybe he was some sort of god after all. But at the same time, whenever anything was murmured about a massive disturbance on the top of Mt. Coronet and how something must have been done to appease the cause of it, the connotations that Cyrus had played the role of something else entirely were a bit too heavy-handed for Saturn to ignore.
After days of searching, she finally found her way into the cave.
Mars would be brave for Master Cyrus, yes she would - it didn't matter how long it took, or how difficult the path. He had scaled mountains to save them all; she could handle the caves to find him again.
There were the pillars - so unlike those on Mt. Coronet; these were monoliths, weren't they - and all of them were a sort of countdown, though she didn't see what they were for. Smearing the dust away from one of them revealed a deeply etched 1, 15 and though she stumbled into 2, 16 by chance, by the time she found 3, 30 she was almost too jumpy to continue.
Through the next room was the portal, and through the portal there was nothing; though she could see the area beyond the empty platform she was standing on, the walkway faded before she could reach it.
He was there, and he wasn't there, and it was at that moment that Mars became complete; though she laughed, it was joyless, and she felt nothing at all. She would have no way to know how much time passed before she decided to start walking.
If it was decent, it would catch her, she thought, the heels on her boots the only thing keeping her anchored to anything.
And if not, she would see how far down this rabbit hole went.
He'd told them they were different. Special. Those who would be spared.
It was really nothing new, when it came down to it; the promise was a common one. While the difference laid in how close he had come to keeping that promise, in the end there was abandonment, and behind it all were ticks and beeps and bombs and screams, and then there were the few that stayed behind in the Veilstone Building - the ones that were touched and never spoken about again.
And even if no one mentioned those that had handled the Mesprit, they were always easy to find; they were usually sitting on their beds and rocking, rocking, blank-eyed and blank-hearted, the only ones that Master Cyrus would truly say were perfect in every way.