Yes, yes, I know It's been far to long since my last update.

I've been having problems people, in that writing Guns of the Dark Kingdom has
been prooving impossible.
Every time I write something on it, it comes out increadibly choppy,
incoherant, and hideously non-continuity.
So, for now, Guns of the Dark Kingdom is on Indefinite hiatus.
Which means I will shortly be embarking on Nephrite days, completely skipping
over Godk, though some references will be made to it, notably in the opening.
I'm also starting another yb story, for which a teaser will shortly be posted.
(see the end of the post)

Before I do, some notes on my inspirations:

I've located a number of manga based Sailor Moon pictures of Venus with a very
interesting facet: In some pictures, Mina's eyes are blue, but in others
(notably the sim incarnation pics) her eyes are gold.

Someone posted an interesting spamfic a while back, and it inspired me.� It
shouldn't be hard to guess if you read my teaser.

I've allways loved the idea Sim incarnations of the generals/guardians, and
stories therof.� You didn't think I wouldn't be using that did you?�� I've
also
allways wondered just how the anime versions got that green blood/non human
thing....

And of course, as allways, Continuity? What continuity?







� It was an exceedingly bad day, and it looked like it would be her last as
well.
 One slip was all it took.� One instant of holding back because her enemy was
human and not a monster.
 Mina felt the sword punch through her guts, cold like lightning running
through her and up into her heart, and then staggerd back, collapsing off his
blade in shock.
 It hurt, but not as much as the realization that she was dying.���� It wasn't
fair, really.� She was susposed to win, she was Sailor V, and she was
stronger,
faster than this man, she knew it.�� There was no way she was susposed to be
killed by some maniac with a sword.� There was so much left she wanted to -
no,
needed to do.�� And something else...something she needed to find - someone
she
needed to find.
 Love.� That was what.�� She hadn't found love.��� And now she was dying
and it
wasn't right, she knew it wasn't right that somthing as simple as a swordfight
could kill her, and the darkness was rising up as the killer approached.� She
fought with every weapon she could muster, every ounce of strength and skill
and will to hold back the darkness and it wasn't enough.� she needed more.
Desperately she reached for anything to hold back the darkness and touched
something ancient.
� It was like touching light.�� Something deep within was there, more than
enough power for anything at all, but blocked off, walled away.�� 
 As her conciousness began to fade Mina tore at that barrier within, and it
cracked.


 Petrov was smiling, as he reached down to make shure the girl was dead.� He
may have broken the rules by using the gun, but in a few moments Connor
McCloud
would be dead, and he would be that much closer to the prize.
 It was while he was savoring that dream and checking the girl�s now
non-existant pulse that he first became aware of what would be his emminent
demise, as the girl�s body twitched under his fingers.
 She made a tiny wimpering sound in the back of her throat jerked a little,
and
then her eyes snapped open, no longer blue, but a seathing, furious gold
glaring at him across too little space.
 What looked like a teanaged girl but wasn't grabed him by the throat with one
hand and threw him fourty feet, slamming into a wall with enough force to
break
both shoulder blades and more than a few ribs.�� 
 After falling the half story from where he�d hit the wall to the floor, he
stood, shaking in agony, desperate to get up while a cacophony of voices rang
out around him, screaming something he didn't understand.
 But he did understand the gesture the girl was making, the same one she'd
made
to throw those golden bolts that had destroyed his gun, and dodged as well as
he was able, lurching sideways from where the blast should have been sent.
 The girl didn't throw the bolt.�� Instead, as the golden glow collected
before
her fingers, she grabbed it and squeezed, and the light erupted from her
fingers, forming a sword of energy that hung in the air with a sound like a
silver chime.
 Venus didn't hesitate, flickering across the floor to attack him.�� With both
arms mostly useless, Petrov was little threat, but he was healing fast, and
desperate, and the instincts of the leader of the ancient Senshi were wise
enough not to leave such an opponent living, even if Minako was not.��� 
 She struck his head off with a single blow, and stood gasping as his corps
toppled sideways, a nameless dread building in her as the onrushing darkness
faded from her vision.
All around her something was rising, released from the man, a flood of energy,
pouring into her, memories, thoughts...power...blotting out the only now
returning world, overwealming her with the thoughts of someone she wasn't.�� 
 The only way she had to fight back was with the memories of the person she
was
and fifteen years wasn't enough.� She needed more, and reached for it, where
she knew it would be hiding behind that now cracked barrier and with a final
soundless snap the barriers separating her old self from her new fell
completely away, and all the memories of Venus poured into her mind.
 She was screaming with the pain of it - the lightning that burned into her
was
agony, but that was nothing compared to the assault on her mind.
 And that was completely eclipsed by the agony of what Venus had lost, so long
ago. 
 All about her a reign of violence raged throught the warehouse, as the power
of the quickening and her own pain touched off the power of Venus.�� 
 Cresent Beams erupted from her skin in waves, ripping through steel and
concrete, while the lightning tore the windows asunder and her own voice
tortured the air.
��� Then, finally, agonizingly, it was over, and Minako collapsed to the
floor,
unconciousness coming so swiftly that she missed the first stirings of Connor
Mccloud's return to life.

Sailor V/Highlander
A Youma Blues story
Silver Memory


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world tomorrow is another day like today the skies weep blood because the
sun is god it hurts to be in love with something that isn't there again
today like it wasn't yesterday is a memory of sorrow without joy to the
endless sea between the stars have fallen to earth and burned my hands
holding my dreams back from the empty darkness inside out of control and
screaming your name. 
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