An Exiled Parrot (Pt 3
An Exiled Parrot (Pt.3)
“. . . .” denotes normal talking
:. . . .: denotes thinking to themselves
~italics~ denotes telepathic talking
Chapter 3:
Celestiaña glared at the destroyed boat, and then her eyes rested upon the tops of the trees and the dense forestry. The view when you were above the trees was absolutely fantastic; however fighting against a person who has the similar abilities is somewhat tricky. Celestiaña knew she had to be careful of what attacks were released through her powers, and directed in the closeness of the battle.
As she lowered herself towards the ground, Raizè just touched ground as he had climbed out of the tree. He looked at her paler than normal complexion, and sweat beading down her forehead.
“Darlin’, are you okay?” He looked at her, wrapping his arm around her waist, as a system of support.
“I am fine, Raizè. Do not worry about me, that was just a warm up, and not even all of my power either. I am just slightly rusty with my powers.” She smiled at Raizè, and leaned on him for support as they began to walk around the island talking quietly amongst them.
“Darlin’, I have a question to ask, and everyone is very unsure of what happened-“ Raizè found his voice leaving him very quickly, just as he had asked the question.
“Does everyone want to know what happened with Xajuntás and me that night?” Celestiaña looked at Raizè, with a questioning look. Raizè looked off towards the left, avoiding her gaze, and spotted a bench, where they could sit on, and rest while the story was unfolded to him about the incredible battle that everyone had talked about.
Celestiaña looked into Xajuntás eyes, and found her gazing into the blue pools for quite sometime. He had not even known that she was from a different planet, or even a different race. He accepted her, the way she was, and he didn’t seem to notice.
Celestiaña was not intentionally attempting to show off her powers, but at the same token, she not exactly wanted to formally become plastered on the side of a glass building. Her sky blue eyes flashed a pure white as she felt her powers engage into battle. As she felt her heartbeat starting to race and pound as her left hand reached towards her ankle to grab the dagger she kept her eyes focused on Xajuntás and her ears upon the brigades surrounding her.
She removed both daggers from her ankles, and secretly knew she had a dagger tucked away in her obi, but who needed to know that - after all, she just looked like a normal Japanese woman - not some criminal. With her left hand secured around the dagger, like a sai, she threw the dagger towards the brigade towards her left. The dagger flew through the air, and all around the building, and the military personnel, everyone watched in horror.
Celestiaña’s powers emerged again, only revealing her combat outfit, her white pupils, and exposing the daggers she had hidden. Her powers were being pushed towards their limits, with holding a shield, scouting out where more military personnel, and attempting to keep herself in a defensive mode.
Two helicopters were flying over above the scenario, one a news station, and the other a military personnel. Intentionally, she did not want to ruin either helicopter, but they were being drawn into her power. Her powers were starting to put a strain on her body, and soon the dagger she was clutching in her right hand, was dropped to the ground, as the military personnel helicopter was being launched towards the military brigade towards her right. She looked up into the sky, saw the news helicopter, suspended in air by her powers and then threw her left bloody left hand into the sky, in the direction of behind her, and saw the helicopter fly out of her line of sight.
“Celestiaña?” Xajuntás voice was unrecognizable by him.
Celestiaña locked stares with Xajuntás, and never broke the stare until she saw Kyiuma and Raizè move directly behind Adjutants. Her eyes widened as she saw military personnel surround the pair, who were left staring at the scene which was playing out in front of them.
“Do not hurt them.” Celestiaña’s voice was barely above a whisper, as she collapsed towards her knees, gasping for air, and trying to pull her powers back towards her body. Xajuntás moved closer to Celestiaña with his gun drawn, and aiming for her neck Xajuntás looked over his shoulder, and saw Major Tripoli’s move into his line of vision, with his gun, but his hand clenched in a tight fist, with his knuckles turning a white color.
“Celestiaña, look at me.” Xajuntás voice was low, below a whisper, and said in a way that only she could hear him. She raised her head, to catch a glimpse of him. As she raised her head, she knew he was not human! There was no possible way that he changed out of a military uniform and into a noble family uniform. As the escaped thief raised her head, she slowly raised herself towards her feet and met gazes once again with the Gaelican royal prince, and Earth’s military personnel. Celestiaña was faintly aware that the personnel had circled around her, and there was an officer holding the handcuffs next to her.
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She was unable to stop the next attack of laser beams, creating a decorative pattern reflecting off of the building exterior. As she collapsed towards the ground, her vision was swimming from blackness to daylight, she faintly heard Xajuntás growling orders at his men, and his military outfit reappearing, and his Gaelican royal outfit hidden once more.
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Celestiaña looked at the sky and wondered what it might be like if she had turned herself in when they battled on Gaelic. :Would the outcome be different?: She couldn’t help but wonder it. She had spent who knows how long in a prison cell, staring at the same two hundred square feet, and a daily three meals a day. The reinforced titanium walls were enough to keep her inside, but not enough to keep her entertained. Her daily pleasures in prison were teasing the guards as they came and changed their posts. Her mind flashed back to the time when Raizè conveniently dropped by, but interrupted the time she had with the guard.
Celestiaña’s outfit had changed again, her white kimono was now her combat outfit, except it did not have any weapons. Her armor hugged every curve she had, and she did not realize it, but her outer appearance had changed once again. Her outer appearance of a Japanese woman had changed towards a Caucasian female roughly five feet, four inches, and had blonde straight hair falling right above the shoulders. Her jade color eyes stared directly at the guards after the door had been opened and the guard stepped in. The guard was not aware that Celestiaña still had some ability to manipulate her powers. As soon as the guard walked into the chamber, the door closed, and he was left staring at the thief with an expression that was priceless. There was only way he was going to get out of this chamber and it was going to be that he was going to be carried out in a body bag.
Celestiaña was listening to the conversations at the end of the hallway, where the guards usually hung out at, and she knew by the breathe as the guards were walking by delivering dinner for all the inmates that they were quite heavily drunk, and this guard was no different. Celestiaña locked her gaze with the guard, and just smirked at the guard who had considerably paled at the realization of the situation he was in. He did not have his laser gun, and no way to call for backup.
The escaped thief smirked at the guard, and she felt her almost nonexistent powers come to life as much as they could. Celestiaña was running towards the guard with all her might, and as she jumped up, her powers caught her and she was soaring over the guard’s head. The drunken guard attempted to catch Celestiaña as she leapt forward, however when he attempted to catch her, she stepped on his head and sent him sending towards the floor. As she reached the door, the group of guards realized that there was a commotion going on, and in their drunken states, they were staggering and making their way very slowly towards Celestiaña’s jail cell.
As the second guard did a circle with Celestiaña, the first guard was slowly recovering from his fall, however Celestiaña was able to smell the alcohol on his breath, and realized that he was not going to be a threat towards her. However, she had the second guard, who already had his aura showing, and his hands glowed a faint blue color. As the guards who were sitting at the bench were now beginning to lock her in with various energy fields of assorted colors, she realized that she needed to get the door closed, which would keep that one officer off her radar.
Celestiaña ran towards the violet beam, and as she collided with the beam, the colors became brighter. The drunken brigade was sent flying back towards their station, each one slowing consciousness, and falling into a drunken sleep. Celestiaña’s eyes narrowed and they had the other officer in her sights. She realized that the decorations upon his shoulders meant he was the commanding officer, but more importantly, he was not going to let her get away. This was going to be a battle to the end.
The officer looked at the criminal, and smirked at her, as he lunged forward his blue palms making contact with her upper arms. Celestiaña was faintly aware of the pain as his grip tightened around her arms, her eyes closed immediately and her breath became very shallow.
“So, you are the infamous criminal, Celestiaña?” The officer didn’t notice her powers were picking apart his unform, and things were beginning to fly around the arena that was created around them.
“I guess I am, and who are you?” Her eyes slowly opened, and she smiled innocently up at him. A gust of air attempted to push her up off the ground, but the officer kept her firmly on the ground.
“I am not that easy to beat. You will notice that I am the commanding officer here.” Celestiaña felt herself being picked up, and as her powers were being contained as she was being pinned towards the ground, she soon felt herself flying towards the door. Her back collided with the door, and she saw spots dance around her vision. She rubbed her upper arms, and realized that they had been burned, and then she noticed that all of his military decorations were missing from his uniform, and flying around him.
“So what is your name?” Celestiaña’s vision was beginning to cloud around the corners and her eyes were beginning to sting as her arms burned.
“I was expecting more a fight from you, little girl.” He smiled at her, and grabbed her neck with his left hand, and pulled her from the wall.
“Wha - What is your name?” Between her blackening vision, and the hand around her neck, it proved to be very difficult to speak.
“I do not know how you got out, and I personally do not really want to know, but I do know Celestiaña, you will not know my name.” The guard locked gazes with the thief and then threw her against the wall. As she fell towards the floor, she heard him whisper into her ear: “My name is not of importance to you.”
As Celestiaña lost all consciousness, she heard the sizzling beams disappearing, and the door being opened. She felt the warmth of someone, and then the military boots sounded. An order escaped someone lips and reached her ears: “Get out of here, Trolipa! If you stay in here, you will be caught.” As she was placed on the cot, and the blankets were placed over her, and her powers were beginning to wear off. The door slammed shut, and Celestiaña was sent into a deep sleeping state. test