Subject: [FFML] Re: [SM] Shades of Darkness - Chapter 2: Twilight of the Age
From: Michael A Chase
Date: 4/10/2004, 10:12 PM
To: Aaron Nowack
CC: ffml@anifics.com


On 04/07/2004 06:46 PM, Aaron Nowack said:

"Usagi," he breathed, his voice full of emotion, and Usagi could see
tears of relief shining in his eyes.  "Thank God!"

I would expect him to later ask pointedly why she didn't stay holed up
somewhere.

And here waited her two most powerful servants, who knelt a bare 
instant after her arrival.  Metallia smiled at the quick obeisance,
but soon gestured for the two Dragons to rise.  She did not waste
time with any polite words, for there was no need for such with these
two, bound to serve her since before the oldest histories of the
Silver {Millenium : Millennium} had been written.  "Long ago, I
forged two great magics to lay waste to all my foes held dear.  One
of them has been returned to me."  Any ordinary being would have
missed it, but to the other three in the chamber, Sailor Saturn's
slight tightening of her grip on the Silence Glaive was blindingly
obvious.  Metallia, however, continued as though she had not noticed.
"I would have you seek the other."

The other Champion pulled out his small computer.  "Maybe.  It 
depends on how secure their communications are."

Not very, unless Metallia has blocks their access to the Moon Kingdom
computers.

She shifted slightly through time, and the courtyard around her took
on an unreal quality.  Even its ordinary quiet was more silent when 
she did this.  She was now ever so slightly out of phase with the 
timestream - close enough to observe, but not close enough to be
seen. Thus prepared, she waited, and tried to concentrate on the
coming threat.

Since the dragons know they are hunting her, they should have a counter
for this trick ready.

"There is... something here; I can feel it now.  Hidden away, in a
pocket of time." "Can you find it?" Scalae asked. "Time may not be my
domain, but it should be close enough," Loriel said.  "Now, be quiet
while I work."

What's Pluto gots in her pocketses?

The throne room, vast though it was, was not the largest room in 
Beryl's - now Metallia's - palace.  That honor went to the immense 
antechamber that {adjourned : adjoined} it.  At the height of Beryl's
reign, it had served as both an informal, neutral meeting ground and
as a place to hold those who could not fit into the throne room
proper.  During Jadeite's brief reign, it had been rarely used, the
throne room itself being more than large enough to accommodate the
Overlords who served him.

Until one decided to look more closely at the people, that is. It
would be a rather brutal slumber party that would produce the many 
bruises and minor wounds scattered among the crowd, and a very
strange slumber party where those attending would start at every
sudden noise from outside.  And none would wake from any ordinary
slumber party with the shell-shocked expressions that still adorned
{many's : many} faces after the previous day.

Pluto turned to the Fire Dragon, who stood silently watching the 
other Dragon, and pursed her lips.  The Water Dragon would be all but
 dead to the world.  One Dragon... she might be able to handle that.
If she could, it would be a great victory.  Not allowing herself to 
hesitate, Pluto stepped back into the time stream.  "Dead -" Fire
burst into being around Pluto.  "Scream," the Fire Dragon finished
helpfully, and Pluto complied.

Nice to see them cooperating with each other, not. :}b

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