Ha ha, so late with the posting
Dear Musashi,
But I'm still current with my word count. I don't quite think I'm going to finish the plot by the time I hit 50K but eh, whatever. I'm sure they'll be mad scrambles of some sort trying to finish the damn thing.
Alrighty. Where are we with the story now?
Phoenix is cursing like a drunken sailor and Osseus is trying to tell her that it’s not helping. Yes, they’re separated from the group. Yes, they’re surrounded by loyal Excess from all sides. And yes, they’ve lost all contact with the others and have no idea how they’re faring. But swearing is not helping any of those matters at all, and it’s quite distracting.
Osseus learns for the first time what it’s like to kill another person. Another Excess. It doesn’t bother him as much as he feels it should. He kills one, and then another. And that, coupled with Phoenix Burning anything that comes close, is the reason why none of the Excess have approached them in a while.
They’re planning something, Osseus knows this. But they don’t have any Sirius with them, so he figures their chances are good. The one that appears to be in charge is Alchemist, and he’s just a Domination Class Orion. A Domination Class Orion with any sized Excess army doesn’t stand a chance against two Seraphim Class Sirius.
At least, that’s what Osseus would like to believe. However, he’s also aware of the fact that Alchemist is the leader of his own Legion, and that he’s always been successful in all of his Operations. Which means that something about him does something right. Which means that Osseus needs to be careful.
"How long can you hold up?" Osseus asks Phoenix in a low voice.
Phoenix shoots him a look of withering scorn. One that clearly says, "What, are you stupid or something?" Because of course there's never been a limitation found to how long she can use her Excess. Osseus rolls his eyes. "Right. Sorry."
His eyes flick back to where Alchemist is positioned, and to all the other Excess around them. There aren't that many, it's not a terrible amount. And the whitecoats haven't come yet, so as long as they can move to a different place quickly they don't risk too much in
being caught.
"Where the hell is Link?" Phoenix demands.
"I don't know. They must have caught her already." It worries him, but not too much. At the rate they're going there's only a nine percent chance that anyone will be able to escape now. Those aren't horrible odds, not with the life that they live. But still. Things are going to be very difficult from here on out.
"Alright, here's what I'm going to do." He phrases this very delicately, because he's not sure whether or not Phoenix's obstinacy of not listening to orders is going to shine through even at such an important time. "I am going to break the bones of those two nearest the wall. At that time, if we had some kind of flame blocking the others from reaching us it would be very much appreciated. And if that wall should happen to be Burned through that would be great too."
Phoenix glares at him. "Osseus, you really are stupid. Just do it already."
Osseus nods, deciding to chew Phoenix out for her blatant bipolarism at a later date. He flexes out his hand and reaches for the bones of the two Excess at the wall. He crushes them in an instant, and Phoenix creates a wall of fire around them. She runs over to Burn the wall and lets out a shout.
"What?" Osseus demands.
"It's solid granite!" Phoenix yells back. Not impossible to Burn, Osseus knows, but more difficult.
He realizes an instant too late on what has happened. And just as he realizes this he hears a shattering sound. He whirls around, but someone has approached him before he can figure out what has happened. A plastic bag is wrapped around his right hand. Before this seeming nonsensical sensation can start to make any sense, the plastic bag is transformed into a Limiter. He shouts, and reaches out with his free hand, only to have it covered and quickly transformed. With his hands bound he has little he can do, and it all happens so fast that by the time he finally realizes that he's incredibly fucked a fist has landed squarely onto his jaw and sent him flying.
Alchemist. Transmutation. It's impressive, not just the tactics and the timing, but what Alchemist could do. Until now Osseus had no idea the Domination Class Orion was able to transform things from one material into another, like a plastic bag into a Limiter. Most transmutation powers have to be made from the same ingredients.
And furthermore, until this moment he had no idea that Alchemist could use his power on other Excess. Because that's how he got through the wall of fire- he transmutated the flames into glass, then shattered the wall.
It's very impressive, and Osseus kicks himself for underestimating his opponent.
He hasn't given up entirely though, Phoenix is still there. But he doesn’t really expect her to act rationally.
She comes flying towards Alchemist with arm raised to touch him. But he’s fast- too fast. He dodges her and manages to touch her back, transforming her clothes into one large Limiter.
Phoenix snarls at him. Then she looks at Osseus. Osseus knows what she is acting, and he nods his head once.
Phoenix Shifts to Fire, and she burns her way towards freedom. Out of kindness towards him, she takes some of the Excess with her
into her flame, the screams following her departure. She burns her way through another wall, and leaves.
Osseus is alright with this. He wants Phoenix at least, to have a chance at freedom. He’ll get his to, eventually.
He stands up rigidly, Alchemist and the remaining Excess. Distantly he hears telltale signs of the whitecoats approaching. It’s
over, for him. He’s lost his chance this time. They’re going to bring him to Iso, back to the Ward. He accepts this.
But that doesn’t mean he’s going without a fight.
Phoenix runs, and she never wants to stop running. She wants to keep on running and running until there’s no where left to run to, until she reaches a place where there’s no one else but her and she doesn’t have to run anymore.
She’s aware somehow, that she’s the only one left. It hurts, because that doesn’t make things very promising for her. But she’s going to keep on running.
Where did things go wrong? She asks herself. Is it because we were doomed from the start, like Link said? Was there never a chance in the first place? Or did we do something wrong?
It only matters because she gets a feeling of foreboding that she’s going to fail here. And if she fails here, that means that she’ll have to try again at a later date.
That’s the only thing that really reassures her. That gives her the confidence to keep on running. If she gets caught today, she’ll only try again at a later date. And she’ll keep on trying, she’ll try every chance again until she’s free. Until she free or dead, which in the Facility, amounts to the same thing.
She’s very methodical about things. She brings out Excess that the whitecoats were only dimly aware that she had. She starts Burning objects in her path, walls, chairs, poles, anything she can touch. Only she makes sure they don’t Burn right away. She has it so if anyone comes after her it’ll start Burning, and will latch on and Burn her followers. They didn’t know she could do that, not to that extent. She herself was only dimly aware of the fact that she could do this, but she doesn’t have time to dwell on this either.
Phoenix simply runs, runs and Burns and runs and Burns, and when she Burns her way through a door she finds herself outside. It’s enough to make her heart leap into her throat. She can see the fence in the distance- the last fence. All she has to do is get past that fence, and she’ll step into freedom.
That’s all she wants.
Because it’s the closest she’s ever come she doesn’t want to take any chances. She Shifts to Fire, and burns her way through the yard. No one can stop her this way. Not even if the whitecoats hit her with their Guns. She just needs to keep on burning and burning, and soon she’ll burn her way out of hell.
She gasps, chokes, and her heart breaks in two. She abruptly returns to flesh, smoke rising from her body and ash dripping down like sweat. She’s still gagging for air, and if she could cry, she would be.
The yard is wide, and empty. She thinks it’s funny that there aren’t any other guards here. That there’s no one left. Just him. Just him.
He stands over there as she chokes, running out of air. He stands there watching her choke.
“Why?” She manages to gasp out, manages to waste precious air enough to say it. Why can’t you let me leave? Is what she wants to say.
He understands. “I don’t want you to leave, aein. I want you by my side.”
She’s crazy now, from the lack of air. Crazy enough to think that if he wanted to come with her that would be fine just as long as he let him escape. She forgets that he’s one of the things that she wants to run from in this Facility.
But Asphyx wouldn’t have escaped anyway. He’s loyal to the whitecoats. Phoenix wants to sob. He doesn’t want to leave, and because he’s selfish, he won’t let her leave either.
Looking back on it, she doesn’t know where she got the air enough to say it. And she thinks that she must have been crazy from lack of oxygen to say what she did but it doesn’t matter anyway. Somehow, she manages to gasp just before she passes out, “If you really loved me, you’d let me go.”
Asphyx stands there, watching her crumpled like a flower in the yard. He stands there for a long time. “The others were all captured, you know.” He remarks to her unconscious body. “You were the last one. And you were close too, they wouldn’t have been able to get you if you’d made it out of the yard.”
He scoops down and picks her up. “No one was killed either, that should make you happy.” As he stands he looks down at her in his arm and his face softens. “You’re wrong, aein. I do love you. That’s why I can’t let you go out there. Where dumb futurity speaks calm. The outside world is a lot harsher than the one in here.”
He carries her back inside the Ward, carrying her to Isolation. He doesn’t regret for a second what he has done. And only fleetingly, does he wonder what it would have been like to escape with her. But it’s just a small thought, one that leaves before it can fully form in his mind.
Erk. I forgot what the poem was. I'll tell y'all later.
Oh yeah. And the whole part where Lin and Rhodon and Dopple get stopped? Not writing it. Just assume that they get captured. I really needed to get out of the arc and I have to get through my plot.
Phoenixeiros
But I'm still current with my word count. I don't quite think I'm going to finish the plot by the time I hit 50K but eh, whatever. I'm sure they'll be mad scrambles of some sort trying to finish the damn thing.
Alrighty. Where are we with the story now?
Phoenix is cursing like a drunken sailor and Osseus is trying to tell her that it’s not helping. Yes, they’re separated from the group. Yes, they’re surrounded by loyal Excess from all sides. And yes, they’ve lost all contact with the others and have no idea how they’re faring. But swearing is not helping any of those matters at all, and it’s quite distracting.
Osseus learns for the first time what it’s like to kill another person. Another Excess. It doesn’t bother him as much as he feels it should. He kills one, and then another. And that, coupled with Phoenix Burning anything that comes close, is the reason why none of the Excess have approached them in a while.
They’re planning something, Osseus knows this. But they don’t have any Sirius with them, so he figures their chances are good. The one that appears to be in charge is Alchemist, and he’s just a Domination Class Orion. A Domination Class Orion with any sized Excess army doesn’t stand a chance against two Seraphim Class Sirius.
At least, that’s what Osseus would like to believe. However, he’s also aware of the fact that Alchemist is the leader of his own Legion, and that he’s always been successful in all of his Operations. Which means that something about him does something right. Which means that Osseus needs to be careful.
"How long can you hold up?" Osseus asks Phoenix in a low voice.
Phoenix shoots him a look of withering scorn. One that clearly says, "What, are you stupid or something?" Because of course there's never been a limitation found to how long she can use her Excess. Osseus rolls his eyes. "Right. Sorry."
His eyes flick back to where Alchemist is positioned, and to all the other Excess around them. There aren't that many, it's not a terrible amount. And the whitecoats haven't come yet, so as long as they can move to a different place quickly they don't risk too much in
being caught.
"Where the hell is Link?" Phoenix demands.
"I don't know. They must have caught her already." It worries him, but not too much. At the rate they're going there's only a nine percent chance that anyone will be able to escape now. Those aren't horrible odds, not with the life that they live. But still. Things are going to be very difficult from here on out.
"Alright, here's what I'm going to do." He phrases this very delicately, because he's not sure whether or not Phoenix's obstinacy of not listening to orders is going to shine through even at such an important time. "I am going to break the bones of those two nearest the wall. At that time, if we had some kind of flame blocking the others from reaching us it would be very much appreciated. And if that wall should happen to be Burned through that would be great too."
Phoenix glares at him. "Osseus, you really are stupid. Just do it already."
Osseus nods, deciding to chew Phoenix out for her blatant bipolarism at a later date. He flexes out his hand and reaches for the bones of the two Excess at the wall. He crushes them in an instant, and Phoenix creates a wall of fire around them. She runs over to Burn the wall and lets out a shout.
"What?" Osseus demands.
"It's solid granite!" Phoenix yells back. Not impossible to Burn, Osseus knows, but more difficult.
He realizes an instant too late on what has happened. And just as he realizes this he hears a shattering sound. He whirls around, but someone has approached him before he can figure out what has happened. A plastic bag is wrapped around his right hand. Before this seeming nonsensical sensation can start to make any sense, the plastic bag is transformed into a Limiter. He shouts, and reaches out with his free hand, only to have it covered and quickly transformed. With his hands bound he has little he can do, and it all happens so fast that by the time he finally realizes that he's incredibly fucked a fist has landed squarely onto his jaw and sent him flying.
Alchemist. Transmutation. It's impressive, not just the tactics and the timing, but what Alchemist could do. Until now Osseus had no idea the Domination Class Orion was able to transform things from one material into another, like a plastic bag into a Limiter. Most transmutation powers have to be made from the same ingredients.
And furthermore, until this moment he had no idea that Alchemist could use his power on other Excess. Because that's how he got through the wall of fire- he transmutated the flames into glass, then shattered the wall.
It's very impressive, and Osseus kicks himself for underestimating his opponent.
He hasn't given up entirely though, Phoenix is still there. But he doesn’t really expect her to act rationally.
She comes flying towards Alchemist with arm raised to touch him. But he’s fast- too fast. He dodges her and manages to touch her back, transforming her clothes into one large Limiter.
Phoenix snarls at him. Then she looks at Osseus. Osseus knows what she is acting, and he nods his head once.
Phoenix Shifts to Fire, and she burns her way towards freedom. Out of kindness towards him, she takes some of the Excess with her
into her flame, the screams following her departure. She burns her way through another wall, and leaves.
Osseus is alright with this. He wants Phoenix at least, to have a chance at freedom. He’ll get his to, eventually.
He stands up rigidly, Alchemist and the remaining Excess. Distantly he hears telltale signs of the whitecoats approaching. It’s
over, for him. He’s lost his chance this time. They’re going to bring him to Iso, back to the Ward. He accepts this.
But that doesn’t mean he’s going without a fight.
Phoenix runs, and she never wants to stop running. She wants to keep on running and running until there’s no where left to run to, until she reaches a place where there’s no one else but her and she doesn’t have to run anymore.
She’s aware somehow, that she’s the only one left. It hurts, because that doesn’t make things very promising for her. But she’s going to keep on running.
Where did things go wrong? She asks herself. Is it because we were doomed from the start, like Link said? Was there never a chance in the first place? Or did we do something wrong?
It only matters because she gets a feeling of foreboding that she’s going to fail here. And if she fails here, that means that she’ll have to try again at a later date.
That’s the only thing that really reassures her. That gives her the confidence to keep on running. If she gets caught today, she’ll only try again at a later date. And she’ll keep on trying, she’ll try every chance again until she’s free. Until she free or dead, which in the Facility, amounts to the same thing.
She’s very methodical about things. She brings out Excess that the whitecoats were only dimly aware that she had. She starts Burning objects in her path, walls, chairs, poles, anything she can touch. Only she makes sure they don’t Burn right away. She has it so if anyone comes after her it’ll start Burning, and will latch on and Burn her followers. They didn’t know she could do that, not to that extent. She herself was only dimly aware of the fact that she could do this, but she doesn’t have time to dwell on this either.
Phoenix simply runs, runs and Burns and runs and Burns, and when she Burns her way through a door she finds herself outside. It’s enough to make her heart leap into her throat. She can see the fence in the distance- the last fence. All she has to do is get past that fence, and she’ll step into freedom.
That’s all she wants.
Because it’s the closest she’s ever come she doesn’t want to take any chances. She Shifts to Fire, and burns her way through the yard. No one can stop her this way. Not even if the whitecoats hit her with their Guns. She just needs to keep on burning and burning, and soon she’ll burn her way out of hell.
She gasps, chokes, and her heart breaks in two. She abruptly returns to flesh, smoke rising from her body and ash dripping down like sweat. She’s still gagging for air, and if she could cry, she would be.
The yard is wide, and empty. She thinks it’s funny that there aren’t any other guards here. That there’s no one left. Just him. Just him.
He stands over there as she chokes, running out of air. He stands there watching her choke.
“Why?” She manages to gasp out, manages to waste precious air enough to say it. Why can’t you let me leave? Is what she wants to say.
He understands. “I don’t want you to leave, aein. I want you by my side.”
She’s crazy now, from the lack of air. Crazy enough to think that if he wanted to come with her that would be fine just as long as he let him escape. She forgets that he’s one of the things that she wants to run from in this Facility.
But Asphyx wouldn’t have escaped anyway. He’s loyal to the whitecoats. Phoenix wants to sob. He doesn’t want to leave, and because he’s selfish, he won’t let her leave either.
Looking back on it, she doesn’t know where she got the air enough to say it. And she thinks that she must have been crazy from lack of oxygen to say what she did but it doesn’t matter anyway. Somehow, she manages to gasp just before she passes out, “If you really loved me, you’d let me go.”
Asphyx stands there, watching her crumpled like a flower in the yard. He stands there for a long time. “The others were all captured, you know.” He remarks to her unconscious body. “You were the last one. And you were close too, they wouldn’t have been able to get you if you’d made it out of the yard.”
He scoops down and picks her up. “No one was killed either, that should make you happy.” As he stands he looks down at her in his arm and his face softens. “You’re wrong, aein. I do love you. That’s why I can’t let you go out there. Where dumb futurity speaks calm. The outside world is a lot harsher than the one in here.”
He carries her back inside the Ward, carrying her to Isolation. He doesn’t regret for a second what he has done. And only fleetingly, does he wonder what it would have been like to escape with her. But it’s just a small thought, one that leaves before it can fully form in his mind.
Erk. I forgot what the poem was. I'll tell y'all later.
Oh yeah. And the whole part where Lin and Rhodon and Dopple get stopped? Not writing it. Just assume that they get captured. I really needed to get out of the arc and I have to get through my plot.
Phoenixeiros