[Video to Action, closed]
Characters: restlessdevil and fallenfreelancr
Date: June 9th
Summary: Maine's meeting with her apparition leaves her in a slightly less than ideal state
Warnings: implied nudity, psychological trauma
[Video]
All the warnings she'd gotten about the edges of the Gardens hadn't been enough to deter Meta from exploring them, which is how she'd found herself being confronted by one of the apparitions, a seemingly harmless hologram of a suit of armor similar to Washington's, pure black, coming just about shoulder height to the white-armored Freelancer.
A vine had slithered and wound its way around to fix a mirror clearly on the pair, Meta towering over the hologram but still seeming somewhat cowed.
"You worthless weak sack of flesh. We should have dropped your sorry ass for any other host the moment we had the chance. South would have made a better vessel than you. Sigma agrees, you know she does."
Meta can only stand, tense, flexing her fists, unable to look at her from shame.
"You're unfit. Unwanted. Worthless. We'd have been better filled with rocks than you. Pebbles, even. Or cotton candy."
Meta growls, pulling into a defensive stance and taking a swipe at Omega, I can be better. I need you.
But Omega being, in all essence, a hologram, Meta's hand passes right through her, and she laughs, deep and grating. "BWAHAHAHAHAHA, you poor pathetic fool, you don't get it. You're never getting us back, you don't deserve us, any of us, you're useless to us now. You had your chance and you blew it; you got us killed and you'd get the rest killed just the same. No matter how hard you try, you'll never succeed. Such a worthless waste. We would have been better off with anyone else."
Meta tries another attack, and in her upset state pitches off balance and lands heavily on her hands and knees, pausing a moment there to try and catch her breath, reeling from the overwhelming fear of Omega's words, the oppressing self-loathing weighing her down. She found it hard to breathe. She pulled off the helmet and dropped it, where it rolled on the grass and looked back at her accusingly.
"Right. That's it. Leave it here, it doesn't want you anymore. It realizes now what a mistake staying with you was. Chop chop, drop it all."
Shaking, full of shame and a rising sense of panic, what will I do without it, Maine only obeys, soft sobbing grunts as she struggles to pull off the massive chest piece, shedding the gauntlets and pauldrons pulling off the boots and shin platings and thigh pieces, deconstructing the armor piece by piece under Omega's gloating and taunting, her manic laugh cutting into Maine's senses and making her dizzy.
Eventually she was left in nothing but the undersuiting, looking hesitantly up at Omega through dirty greasy strands of dull blond hair.
"All of it."
Once that's done, Maine's standing bare before Omega, her shoulders hunched and her arms wrapped about her. The mirror the vine has trained them them catching the scars on her back from Texas's knife and Tucker's energy sword.
"Such a waste. You know what? I'm sick of looking at you. Get out of my sight. You're disgusting."
Maine hesitates, she needed her, Omega was here and Maine needed her badly. She looks down at her armor, but the apparition of the hologram took a menacing step forward, snapping angrily.
"Didn't you hear me, you stupid girl? Go fuck off!"
Maine stumbles back a step, and then turns and hesitates a moment before tearing off into the gardens, because Omega was right, she was so right. The vine continued watching her retreating form before disconnecting. Nothing more to see here.
[Action]
Once she was back in the inner parts of the garden, entirely lost but still safely away from Omega, Maine collapsed to her knees, she'd been right, Omega had been absolutely right, Maine was nothing now, not even worthy anymore for Meta. She lays down on her side and curls up into a fetal position, unable to cope with the depression and overwhelming sense of failure and loss.
Date: June 9th
Summary: Maine's meeting with her apparition leaves her in a slightly less than ideal state
Warnings: implied nudity, psychological trauma
[Video]
All the warnings she'd gotten about the edges of the Gardens hadn't been enough to deter Meta from exploring them, which is how she'd found herself being confronted by one of the apparitions, a seemingly harmless hologram of a suit of armor similar to Washington's, pure black, coming just about shoulder height to the white-armored Freelancer.
A vine had slithered and wound its way around to fix a mirror clearly on the pair, Meta towering over the hologram but still seeming somewhat cowed.
"You worthless weak sack of flesh. We should have dropped your sorry ass for any other host the moment we had the chance. South would have made a better vessel than you. Sigma agrees, you know she does."
Meta can only stand, tense, flexing her fists, unable to look at her from shame.
"You're unfit. Unwanted. Worthless. We'd have been better filled with rocks than you. Pebbles, even. Or cotton candy."
Meta growls, pulling into a defensive stance and taking a swipe at Omega, I can be better. I need you.
But Omega being, in all essence, a hologram, Meta's hand passes right through her, and she laughs, deep and grating. "BWAHAHAHAHAHA, you poor pathetic fool, you don't get it. You're never getting us back, you don't deserve us, any of us, you're useless to us now. You had your chance and you blew it; you got us killed and you'd get the rest killed just the same. No matter how hard you try, you'll never succeed. Such a worthless waste. We would have been better off with anyone else."
Meta tries another attack, and in her upset state pitches off balance and lands heavily on her hands and knees, pausing a moment there to try and catch her breath, reeling from the overwhelming fear of Omega's words, the oppressing self-loathing weighing her down. She found it hard to breathe. She pulled off the helmet and dropped it, where it rolled on the grass and looked back at her accusingly.
"Right. That's it. Leave it here, it doesn't want you anymore. It realizes now what a mistake staying with you was. Chop chop, drop it all."
Shaking, full of shame and a rising sense of panic, what will I do without it, Maine only obeys, soft sobbing grunts as she struggles to pull off the massive chest piece, shedding the gauntlets and pauldrons pulling off the boots and shin platings and thigh pieces, deconstructing the armor piece by piece under Omega's gloating and taunting, her manic laugh cutting into Maine's senses and making her dizzy.
Eventually she was left in nothing but the undersuiting, looking hesitantly up at Omega through dirty greasy strands of dull blond hair.
"All of it."
Once that's done, Maine's standing bare before Omega, her shoulders hunched and her arms wrapped about her. The mirror the vine has trained them them catching the scars on her back from Texas's knife and Tucker's energy sword.
"Such a waste. You know what? I'm sick of looking at you. Get out of my sight. You're disgusting."
Maine hesitates, she needed her, Omega was here and Maine needed her badly. She looks down at her armor, but the apparition of the hologram took a menacing step forward, snapping angrily.
"Didn't you hear me, you stupid girl? Go fuck off!"
Maine stumbles back a step, and then turns and hesitates a moment before tearing off into the gardens, because Omega was right, she was so right. The vine continued watching her retreating form before disconnecting. Nothing more to see here.
[Action]
Once she was back in the inner parts of the garden, entirely lost but still safely away from Omega, Maine collapsed to her knees, she'd been right, Omega had been absolutely right, Maine was nothing now, not even worthy anymore for Meta. She lays down on her side and curls up into a fetal position, unable to cope with the depression and overwhelming sense of failure and loss.