Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Feb 22, 2011 15:39:24 GMT -5
It had been years now that she had been in this world. Cold, dark, grey, dangerous. The difference between day and night had stopped 50 years ago, when the smog in the atmosphere had gone to a level where it eclipsed the sun above. Plants only grew in places where they was artificial sunlight, now one of the high priced items one could get their hands on since it seemed to be the only thing working against the massive amount of depression torturing humans on this planet. A planet that had once been beautiful, Earth.
This godforsaken city, Rewquethin. Made of metal and concrete, an absolute nightmare. She had cursed the day she arrived here, unwillingly best be noted. She was even more murderous when she had arrived here a second time, just when her life was going right in that other world. She had been happy.
But no, he wouldn't let her be happy for long, how could he? Where was the fun in that for him? You'd think of a spurned ex lover, an angered enemy, not one's own father. No, her father had made it his life mission to make his own daughter, his own flesh and blood, as miserable as he possibly could. Well, own flesh and blood could be debatable, he had been human at the time after all. And to think he bred with a Fae, it sounded like a bad joke.
Certainly sounded a bad joke to her.
A woman with long red hair stood in front of what looked like a dusty old mirror, hidden away under a stack of rubble in an old abandoned warehouse. Her dress was odd to say the least, but when one knew this type of hostile environment one would be mad no to wear such protection. Her body was covered from neck to toe in black leather, stitched with reinforcement at crucial places like the internal organs and lower back. The leather fitted and stretched like a second skin, allowing her to move freely. She needed it if she was to fight off what she had been for years. The army, enhanced humanoids. About her waist was a broad belt that held the sheaths of two long daggers, twins resting on either side of her hips. Coming down from the belt were gun holsters strapped to her tights, also supporting a set of twin guns. Loaded as they always were.
But the woman's look on her face was not hateful, tired, worried or frightened this time. No, she looked like a deer caught in headlights as she stared at what seemed like a simple mirror, dusty with cobwebs stretching off the sides. Her almond shaped green eyes were looking at it with marvel and slowly her hand came up to move towards the surface of the mirror.
It rippled when her leather clad fingers graced the surface.
Her face broke into a large grin, a happy grin. She hadn't been thinking these things still existed in these barren times. That they had been destroyed or forgotten decennial ago.
A Shifting Silver, that's what this was, not just any ordinary mirror. An open dimensional portal between time and space, the mirrors spread throughout the times and worlds all connected in an intricate pattern. Tuatha Dé Danann, the people's of Danu's technology. She had heard her mother talk about these when she was still alive, along with the stone, the spear and the cauldron. The were the races Hallows, holy relics one would call them. Ordinary items enhanced with Tuatha Dé technology in gift for their own race or lucky humans, they had originally been made as a peace treaty between humans and the Tuatha Dé, but after the war and her mothers people had all disappeared underground everyone had lost track of them. They had become myths, legends.
Yet there it was, right in front of her. A Shifting Silver. Her one way ticket out of this forsaken place.
Her head whipped around as she heard noises in the building next to her, they had been looking for her.. they were faster this time. She didn't even have to hesitate as she again brought her hand to the surface of the mirror and watched as her hand fully disappeared into the rippling shimmery surface. She gave this world one last look before her entire body disappeared through the mirror.
The ground beneath her feet as she stepped through the mirror was nothing like she had ever seen before. It was black, black as coal, she wouldn't have been able to see if it were not for the small blue lights protruding through the black rock, illuminating the narrow tunnel in a soft blue glow.
But before her is what drew her attention. The other connecting mirror, tears came to her eyes as she saw her mother, in the small cottage they used to live. She saw herself happily bounding around, her face surrounded by a mass of coppery curls. She smiled and stepped towards, ready to join them when the happy image was disturbed by a face appearing she had hoped never to see. Piercing sky blue eyes, more inhuman now then she remembered stared tauntingly at her through the other side of the mirror. She knew those eyes all too well, those long silvery hairs through his youthful face. the man who sired her, the man she wouldn't hesitate sending a bullet through his skull. The man laughed before his fist connected with the mirror, the last thing she saw was the great shattering star it created before the whole mirror shattered together.
She knew this was wrong. Her mother had warn her all those years back, do not get stuck in the mirrors, no one had ever returned from that! She wanted to speed around and flee back through the mirror she came from but saw the same happen to that side, the mirror exploded into a thousands of little pieces. She tried to shield her face with her arms from flying pieces that never touched her.
But that's when the worst happened.
She heard a great tearing sound before she realized there was light coming from underneath her. Looking down she screamed at what she saw, a great tear but there was daylight coming through, and it tore across the entire tunnel!
Next thing she knew she was falling, her long red hair whipping about her face as she fell from the sky, green land coming in fast. It was all so bright she had trouble seeing at what was going around. She wanted to scream but that thought was crushed as she quite literally crashed herself into the earth.
She hadn't felt pain like that in a long time, white, hot pain. She groaned wordlessly, her eyes wide as she doubled over in a fetal position, her hand coming out to fist the green grass in a stranglehold that made the leather on her hands creak as she bit away her scream of pain with all the might she could.
That was the nastiest fall she had had in a long time. And she had had quite a few like that.
Looking to her other side she realised where that pain came from. The arm she landed on was at an odd angle.
Dislocated.
She groaned.
This was going to be painful, she just hoped this place wasn't hostile.
A place she would later know to be Cardiff, United Kingdom. Earth.
[[Ten / any other mod read first for flaws?]]
This godforsaken city, Rewquethin. Made of metal and concrete, an absolute nightmare. She had cursed the day she arrived here, unwillingly best be noted. She was even more murderous when she had arrived here a second time, just when her life was going right in that other world. She had been happy.
But no, he wouldn't let her be happy for long, how could he? Where was the fun in that for him? You'd think of a spurned ex lover, an angered enemy, not one's own father. No, her father had made it his life mission to make his own daughter, his own flesh and blood, as miserable as he possibly could. Well, own flesh and blood could be debatable, he had been human at the time after all. And to think he bred with a Fae, it sounded like a bad joke.
Certainly sounded a bad joke to her.
A woman with long red hair stood in front of what looked like a dusty old mirror, hidden away under a stack of rubble in an old abandoned warehouse. Her dress was odd to say the least, but when one knew this type of hostile environment one would be mad no to wear such protection. Her body was covered from neck to toe in black leather, stitched with reinforcement at crucial places like the internal organs and lower back. The leather fitted and stretched like a second skin, allowing her to move freely. She needed it if she was to fight off what she had been for years. The army, enhanced humanoids. About her waist was a broad belt that held the sheaths of two long daggers, twins resting on either side of her hips. Coming down from the belt were gun holsters strapped to her tights, also supporting a set of twin guns. Loaded as they always were.
But the woman's look on her face was not hateful, tired, worried or frightened this time. No, she looked like a deer caught in headlights as she stared at what seemed like a simple mirror, dusty with cobwebs stretching off the sides. Her almond shaped green eyes were looking at it with marvel and slowly her hand came up to move towards the surface of the mirror.
It rippled when her leather clad fingers graced the surface.
Her face broke into a large grin, a happy grin. She hadn't been thinking these things still existed in these barren times. That they had been destroyed or forgotten decennial ago.
A Shifting Silver, that's what this was, not just any ordinary mirror. An open dimensional portal between time and space, the mirrors spread throughout the times and worlds all connected in an intricate pattern. Tuatha Dé Danann, the people's of Danu's technology. She had heard her mother talk about these when she was still alive, along with the stone, the spear and the cauldron. The were the races Hallows, holy relics one would call them. Ordinary items enhanced with Tuatha Dé technology in gift for their own race or lucky humans, they had originally been made as a peace treaty between humans and the Tuatha Dé, but after the war and her mothers people had all disappeared underground everyone had lost track of them. They had become myths, legends.
Yet there it was, right in front of her. A Shifting Silver. Her one way ticket out of this forsaken place.
Her head whipped around as she heard noises in the building next to her, they had been looking for her.. they were faster this time. She didn't even have to hesitate as she again brought her hand to the surface of the mirror and watched as her hand fully disappeared into the rippling shimmery surface. She gave this world one last look before her entire body disappeared through the mirror.
The ground beneath her feet as she stepped through the mirror was nothing like she had ever seen before. It was black, black as coal, she wouldn't have been able to see if it were not for the small blue lights protruding through the black rock, illuminating the narrow tunnel in a soft blue glow.
But before her is what drew her attention. The other connecting mirror, tears came to her eyes as she saw her mother, in the small cottage they used to live. She saw herself happily bounding around, her face surrounded by a mass of coppery curls. She smiled and stepped towards, ready to join them when the happy image was disturbed by a face appearing she had hoped never to see. Piercing sky blue eyes, more inhuman now then she remembered stared tauntingly at her through the other side of the mirror. She knew those eyes all too well, those long silvery hairs through his youthful face. the man who sired her, the man she wouldn't hesitate sending a bullet through his skull. The man laughed before his fist connected with the mirror, the last thing she saw was the great shattering star it created before the whole mirror shattered together.
She knew this was wrong. Her mother had warn her all those years back, do not get stuck in the mirrors, no one had ever returned from that! She wanted to speed around and flee back through the mirror she came from but saw the same happen to that side, the mirror exploded into a thousands of little pieces. She tried to shield her face with her arms from flying pieces that never touched her.
But that's when the worst happened.
She heard a great tearing sound before she realized there was light coming from underneath her. Looking down she screamed at what she saw, a great tear but there was daylight coming through, and it tore across the entire tunnel!
Next thing she knew she was falling, her long red hair whipping about her face as she fell from the sky, green land coming in fast. It was all so bright she had trouble seeing at what was going around. She wanted to scream but that thought was crushed as she quite literally crashed herself into the earth.
She hadn't felt pain like that in a long time, white, hot pain. She groaned wordlessly, her eyes wide as she doubled over in a fetal position, her hand coming out to fist the green grass in a stranglehold that made the leather on her hands creak as she bit away her scream of pain with all the might she could.
That was the nastiest fall she had had in a long time. And she had had quite a few like that.
Looking to her other side she realised where that pain came from. The arm she landed on was at an odd angle.
Dislocated.
She groaned.
This was going to be painful, she just hoped this place wasn't hostile.
A place she would later know to be Cardiff, United Kingdom. Earth.
[[Ten / any other mod read first for flaws?]]
