Hugh/Rosalyn/Mynd/Moorev: Rosalyn's story
Again, I'm separating these. This is Rosalyn's story
Need to remind everyone that the Rosalyn arc is well behind from the player arc. This takes place right around when you were finishing with Dune.
Rosalyn cursed in her mind. Things had been going so well. They had gotten to Earth, landed without a problem, and were almost at Stadred's estate.
But now, here she was, splayed out on the grass behind the house, held down by telekinetic hands. Above circled three gryphons and a phoenix, and all four were slowly losing altitude.
”Hold on, Ros,” Romyth's voice buzzed in her ears. Her two reploid companions were on the other side of the house, looking for a front way in. Of course, knocking never occurred to them.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Rosalyn kicked herself mentally as the phoenix landed and flashed, revealing a pretty young woman in her late teens.
{Yes indeed,} an older woman's voice filled Rosalyn's mind, {This was a very foolish plan. Now relax, and this won't hurt.} Rosalyn felt the mind begin to push, and she began to recall everything she had said or done in the past year.
Rosalyn gritted her teeth, Reading my mind, huh? Are you prepared to slog through 60 years of hell? she thought at the invader.
Suddenly, Rosalyn wasn't on her back anymore. She was standing in a wide green field on top of a cliff above a deep blue ocean. In front of her stood a old woman with white hair, dressed in brown and gold armor with a gold dragon rampant on the chest piece. Looking at her, Rosalyn felt the press of ages. The woman was far older than the mere 80 that Rosalyn had lived.
“Eon,” she stated simply. The woman nodded.
“Well, you're no assassin. But you're too late to get their assistance. Stadred and Nicole are dead, my dear.”
“That's not possible,” Rosalyn blurted out.
Eon simply raised an eyebrow, “They were human, like anyone else. They can die. Hmm,” she paced around Rosalyn, examining her, “Well, I'll do you the courtesy of not reading your mind to find out the rest of your story, but what I saw intrigues me. Perhaps you should try the front door, and we can discuss this over tea. Besides, your friends seem to be about to make a scene if you don't get up soon. So- ups-a-daisy!”
Rosalyn bolted upright as she suddenly awoke on the field. Nightflame and Romyth were standing on the other side of a line formed by her would-be captors. They had their armor up, completely covering their bodies, and their plasma staves were ignited. The four young clan members- three female, one male, had swords drawn, and armor out.
As Rosalyn sat up, the woman in phoenix-style armor relaxed, “Well, Eon says we should give you tea, “ she said over her shoulder, “If you two,” she said, nodding her head and Nightflame and Romyth, “don't have any arguments.”
Rosalyn spent the rest of the day explaining everything to the O'Conner and Reymer family. They were still in mourning, and the majority of the family was in attendance on Stadred's estate. They listened to it all, from her arrival on to the world, to the Mothership, to the latest plan to end the Games, to the loss of the Authors powers. Surprisingly, they believed it all.
“I was hoping Stadred and Nicole would help,” Rosalyn was finishing her long story. It was dark now, and crickets were chirping outside. “But since he's- well, we'll move on and try to find the Guardians.”
A young man, 13, by the pimples on his face, snorted, “Forget that, we'll help!”
{Don't be foolish Caleb,} Eon spoke up, {This isn't a story or a game. This is real fighting like you haven't seen. Besides, you said your ship can hold ten, correct? How many Guardians are there?}
“Nine,” Rosalyn replied, “Flame and Romy don't need food or oxygen. I planned on forgoing two of the Guardians if Stadred and Nicole came,” Rosalyn looked at Nightflame and Romyth, and started to get to her feet, “But we should get going. We don't have much time, and another long journey to even get back to the right quadrant.”
{I'll be joining you} Eon said simply. The entire family looked in shock at the sword on Alice's back. Alice herself swiveled to get a look at the pommel.
{Don't look at me like that,} Eon said before anyone could voice an objection, {I'm a private citizen, and she needs me more than you do, Alice. I don't take up any room or resources. And once you've won, I can return to the family.}
Rosalyn shook her head, “I'd love your help Eon, but everyone who I'll be bringing already has a weapon, and I'm somewhat useless without my die.”
{Yes dear,} Eon said dismissively, {But you forget what I am. If you let me, I can control your body. I may not have a die, per say, but I am quite a proficient swords woman.}
Rosalyn pursed her lips and thought for a moment, I'd be a fool not to accept, but- “Alright,” she said, “But on two conditions. One: I'm in command. You help by fighting through me when I say so, and you stop when I say so. Even if you think a command is foolish, you will obey it immediately, and discuss only after the fact. And two: No giving up or changing sides, even if we come up against the Party. You're with me to the end.”
The combined family didn't take her statement very well.
“Now see here-”
“Eon, you don't have to listen to her-”
“No, that's not how it's going to happen. Here's what's going to happen, you little-”
“Are you insane-”
{Quiet please,} Eon's mind voice quietly- but forcefully- cut the arguments short, {Her proposal is perfectly reasonable. Ask the family members who have served in the military. You'll notice they were quiet. Very well, my dear, I agree. I am ready to go now,} Alice meekly reached up and unclasped the sword from her back, holding Eon out to Rosalyn, {I can leave whenever you're ready.}
Need to remind everyone that the Rosalyn arc is well behind from the player arc. This takes place right around when you were finishing with Dune.
Rosalyn cursed in her mind. Things had been going so well. They had gotten to Earth, landed without a problem, and were almost at Stadred's estate.
But now, here she was, splayed out on the grass behind the house, held down by telekinetic hands. Above circled three gryphons and a phoenix, and all four were slowly losing altitude.
”Hold on, Ros,” Romyth's voice buzzed in her ears. Her two reploid companions were on the other side of the house, looking for a front way in. Of course, knocking never occurred to them.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Rosalyn kicked herself mentally as the phoenix landed and flashed, revealing a pretty young woman in her late teens.
{Yes indeed,} an older woman's voice filled Rosalyn's mind, {This was a very foolish plan. Now relax, and this won't hurt.} Rosalyn felt the mind begin to push, and she began to recall everything she had said or done in the past year.
Rosalyn gritted her teeth, Reading my mind, huh? Are you prepared to slog through 60 years of hell? she thought at the invader.
Suddenly, Rosalyn wasn't on her back anymore. She was standing in a wide green field on top of a cliff above a deep blue ocean. In front of her stood a old woman with white hair, dressed in brown and gold armor with a gold dragon rampant on the chest piece. Looking at her, Rosalyn felt the press of ages. The woman was far older than the mere 80 that Rosalyn had lived.
“Eon,” she stated simply. The woman nodded.
“Well, you're no assassin. But you're too late to get their assistance. Stadred and Nicole are dead, my dear.”
“That's not possible,” Rosalyn blurted out.
Eon simply raised an eyebrow, “They were human, like anyone else. They can die. Hmm,” she paced around Rosalyn, examining her, “Well, I'll do you the courtesy of not reading your mind to find out the rest of your story, but what I saw intrigues me. Perhaps you should try the front door, and we can discuss this over tea. Besides, your friends seem to be about to make a scene if you don't get up soon. So- ups-a-daisy!”
Rosalyn bolted upright as she suddenly awoke on the field. Nightflame and Romyth were standing on the other side of a line formed by her would-be captors. They had their armor up, completely covering their bodies, and their plasma staves were ignited. The four young clan members- three female, one male, had swords drawn, and armor out.
As Rosalyn sat up, the woman in phoenix-style armor relaxed, “Well, Eon says we should give you tea, “ she said over her shoulder, “If you two,” she said, nodding her head and Nightflame and Romyth, “don't have any arguments.”
Rosalyn spent the rest of the day explaining everything to the O'Conner and Reymer family. They were still in mourning, and the majority of the family was in attendance on Stadred's estate. They listened to it all, from her arrival on to the world, to the Mothership, to the latest plan to end the Games, to the loss of the Authors powers. Surprisingly, they believed it all.
“I was hoping Stadred and Nicole would help,” Rosalyn was finishing her long story. It was dark now, and crickets were chirping outside. “But since he's- well, we'll move on and try to find the Guardians.”
A young man, 13, by the pimples on his face, snorted, “Forget that, we'll help!”
{Don't be foolish Caleb,} Eon spoke up, {This isn't a story or a game. This is real fighting like you haven't seen. Besides, you said your ship can hold ten, correct? How many Guardians are there?}
“Nine,” Rosalyn replied, “Flame and Romy don't need food or oxygen. I planned on forgoing two of the Guardians if Stadred and Nicole came,” Rosalyn looked at Nightflame and Romyth, and started to get to her feet, “But we should get going. We don't have much time, and another long journey to even get back to the right quadrant.”
{I'll be joining you} Eon said simply. The entire family looked in shock at the sword on Alice's back. Alice herself swiveled to get a look at the pommel.
{Don't look at me like that,} Eon said before anyone could voice an objection, {I'm a private citizen, and she needs me more than you do, Alice. I don't take up any room or resources. And once you've won, I can return to the family.}
Rosalyn shook her head, “I'd love your help Eon, but everyone who I'll be bringing already has a weapon, and I'm somewhat useless without my die.”
{Yes dear,} Eon said dismissively, {But you forget what I am. If you let me, I can control your body. I may not have a die, per say, but I am quite a proficient swords woman.}
Rosalyn pursed her lips and thought for a moment, I'd be a fool not to accept, but- “Alright,” she said, “But on two conditions. One: I'm in command. You help by fighting through me when I say so, and you stop when I say so. Even if you think a command is foolish, you will obey it immediately, and discuss only after the fact. And two: No giving up or changing sides, even if we come up against the Party. You're with me to the end.”
The combined family didn't take her statement very well.
“Now see here-”
“Eon, you don't have to listen to her-”
“No, that's not how it's going to happen. Here's what's going to happen, you little-”
“Are you insane-”
{Quiet please,} Eon's mind voice quietly- but forcefully- cut the arguments short, {Her proposal is perfectly reasonable. Ask the family members who have served in the military. You'll notice they were quiet. Very well, my dear, I agree. I am ready to go now,} Alice meekly reached up and unclasped the sword from her back, holding Eon out to Rosalyn, {I can leave whenever you're ready.}