Now without further delay....
[An abysmal darkness encroahes upon the viewer. After a few measures
of Thus Spake Zarathrustra is played, a voice reaches out from the beyond.]
Voice: Turn the lights down low....
Now where... *BAM!* *CRASH!* *CIS!* *TRANS!*
Eh, maybe not that low.
[Lights ease the viewer into the scene. A young, black-haired gentlemen
dressed in jeans and black T-shirt is busy carefully disentangling himself
from a lone drum set careless left in the way. The young man adjusts his
glasses.]
Bastion: <sniffs> Do I smell cheese? <shakes scent from nose>
Hello, and welcome to my Small Landmass Surrounded by
Water that is the Production of the Imagination. Not to be confused with
other more popular and heavily copyrighted landmasses. <toothy grin>
[The view pans out and shows a beautiful backdrop of an island paradise with
palm trees and exotic animals .... and the occasion bikini clad anime babe
(who shall remain nameless, this is a small landmass that is the product
of your imagination after all) frolicking on the pure white sand of the beach.]
Anyway. As I try and seperate myself from this drum set, I've decided to
try my hand once again at a complex and sophisticated, and dare I say, dangerous
procedure I call Meticulously Studying Text. Or MST for short and not to be
confused with imitators. <sly grin>
[Bastion finally removes the remainer of a drum from his leg and walks toward
a lounge chair with a small table conveintly setup with a glass of some unknown
liquid.]
Bastion: Now, doing an MST alone is a lot like other things you do while you're
by yourself. Umm. Scratch that, it basically sucks, so I've employed the use
of two appropriate reviewers (aka hapless minions).
[The view pans across the table to another lounge chair where a long black haired
man wearing all black and a scowl broods.]
Tracer: Stupid Union contracts. Why didn't I sign?
Bastion: Hey, gotta read the fine print.
Tracer: <mumbling> I didn't know you could say slavery in that many words.
Bastion: Anyway <sip> my other guest is none other than the Guard of Time
herself, I'm talking about none other than the absolutely fabulous, and great-
*WHAM!*
[Pluto removes her staff from Bastion' head.]
Pluto: I believe Sailor Pluto will suffice.
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This is the final version of the 'fic - some things were changed due
to suggestions from C&Cers. (Thank you, Matt-san. ^_^) Still yearning for
comments/criticism. :)
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Bastion: I hope you're yearning haven't subsided honey cause here's
some of that fancy comments you've been aching for.
Tracer: Do you ever shut up?
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Disclaimer:
Sailormoon, the Senshi, and all those associated with them are property of
Takeuchi Naoko-sama and Kodansha. Excepts from the song "We Belong" are the
property of Pat Benatar, D. Navarro, and R. Lowen. All are used without
permission. Please don't sue me... I have no money. ^_^;
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<Bastion waves arms in the air swaying to an imaginary beat>
Bastion: <d-minor> o/" Weeeeeee beeeeeelonnngg. Weeeee beeeelong. o/"
Pluto & Tracer: .....
Bastion: Sing with me.
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My strang-- er, I mean wonderful characters are property of me, myself -- oh,
wait, that's not proper grammar. Oh, well... they belong to me. ^_-
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Tracer: It's despotism we original characters live in I tell ya.
Bastion: We are no amused.
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Thanks for reading! ^_^
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Bastion: No, thank you for writing. <wink>
Pluto: You are such the womanizer.
Bastion: And how do you know?
Pluto: <leans over Bastion> I know _everything_.
Bastion: Eep.
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a Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon Fic
CHILDREN of LIGHT and THUNDER
We belong to the light
We belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words
We've both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, we belong
We belong together...
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<Bastion sways arms and ignites his lighter, Pluto stares
unamused and Tracer hides his face in shame>
Bastion: Come on don't be shy!
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Chapter 1: Broken Links
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Log - Entry No. 1
[darkstar - clearance level 5]
2:37 am
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Tracer: Well, look at the time. I think I'm going to turn in.
*WHAM!*
Pluto: I don't think so.
Bastion: Wow, thanks Pluto.
Pluto: Do you think I will permit you to leave me alone with
this weirdo?
Bastion: <grumbling> Let me reiterate myself...
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We arrived in Tokyo three days ago. As I beheld the full moon, I
realized we would never make it back to Halcyon. At least, never make it back
the same. They are all using us for their own selfish purposes, be it
siphoning
energy or otherwise...
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Bastion: Ah, a college student.
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My father contacted me as soon as we reached orbit. He is calling himself
Ulexite now, a trifle tribute to Beryl... or that witch, Metallia. His mental
voice was so gleeful, and at the same time, so guarded. He told me he felt
one step closer to his goal -- whatever that was. He seemed to be trying to
reassure me, but my mind recoiled, and our connection was lost. Perhaps
something in him reminded me too much of myself.
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Bastion: Crazy and a meglomaniac.
Tracer: Works for you.
Bastion: Damn straight.
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I finally realized the true extent of Morrin's lie yesterday. The Senshi
of Jupiter and her Princess were not ten feet from me... I only saw them
from the back, but knew immediately who they were. Starfighter's essence
clung to Sailormoon like a second skin.
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Bastion: Eeewwww.
Tracer: What's so gross about a second skin?
Bastion: No.
Pluto: It's Yaten.
Bastion: Ewwwww.
Tracer: How do you know?
Pluto: It's just a natural reflex in fanboys.
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I was unsettled, and still am...
And as the link grows stronger, my composure is slowly deteriorating.
But in the end, does it really matter? Pluto will realize sooner or
later.... and it will all come crashing down around us.
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Bastion: So are you going to take care of it?
Pluto: I already have.
Bastion: What? So how does it end?
Pluto: As a guardian of time I am not permitted to divulge
such information.
Bastion: Come on, just a little.
Pluto: No.
Bastion: A smidge?
Pluto: No.
Bastion: A fourth of a smidge? A fraction-
*WHAM!*
Tracer: Thank you. ..... Now about what happens
in the end...
*WHAM!*
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3 Days Earlier<<
GONG. GONG. GONG.
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Bastion: AHHHHH!
Tracer: What?
Bastion: Nothing....
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The chime played out its hollow song, fading as the hazy rings of yellow
fire in the sky sank into the horizon. The sky blushed a brilliant azure, and
slowly deepened into a rich purple.
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Bastion: Typical, though the lobster...
Tracer: What?
Bastion: *sigh* Nevermind...
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Halcyon lazily awoke, as the night
blossomed around it.
Somehow this particular world looked better by starlight; each cold metal
structure taking on an eerie life of its own, finding a companion in the
darkness. Halcyon was in its truest state: dark, regal, reserved.
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Tracer: <to Pluto> It's dark.
Pluto: Not quite yet. *WHAM!* Now it is...
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To the denizens of Halcyon, night was forever tangled in their lives.
Night brought Tanith, Jeo, Ipyana, and a dozen other deities to watch and
wander among the stars. Night was reverence. Night was beauty.
Night was...
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Bastion: Dark and eerie and scary, and gloomy and creepy. Where
the Boogie man can come and get you and gobble you up in gulp.
Tracer: Bastion, you've got issues.
Bastion: Hey at least I'm not love sick over some married guy.
Pluto: <looms over Bastion> I hope you are not implying something.
Bastion: Uhh, nothing. Nope nothing at all. <sweatdrop> I mean
why would I, a lowly writer, insult the Guardian of Time who carries
a big, painful stick.
Pluto: Precisely.
Tracer: Talk about issues, geez...
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Fear.
Things had changed. The hierarchy had seen it coming, yet could
do nothing to stop it. Halcyon's people now barred themselves behind closed
windows, locked doors. Tension hung in the air like an angry cloud,
threatening
to rip asunder; and as noticeable as the strange, growing red speck in the
sky.
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Tracer: Nope, I'm sorry folks, but the sky is not on Bastion's forehead.
Bastion: That wasn't funny.
Pluto: *snicker*
Bastion: Hey, quit that...
Pluto: HAHAHAHA!
Bastion: Grrr... Are you out of character or something...
Pluto: Hahhahaa.... sigh. I haven't a laugh like that since Queen
Serenity sat on that whoopee cushion.
Bastion: Definitely out of character....
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Yet not all had hidden themselves within their own personal prisons.
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Tracer: And speaking of which, how did you end up here? I mean it's not
like you have an obligation or anything.
Bastion: Oh she's doing it out of the kindness of her heart.
Tracer: You threatened to send her nude pictures to the fanboys again, huh?
Pluto: Hmpf. Last time I fall for that.
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To the west, a Light was burning. The flame shone from a lofty hill,
the only area on the planet left with natural foliage, deemed sacred long ago
by the Old Texts. The Holy Light of Darcacre -- lit only by pensive pilgrims
or worshipers, and even those scarce since the shunning of the stars; bizarre
that it had been lit by neither. This night, a figure could be made out
beyond the lazy lavender mist; a figure which, at closer look, appeared to be
female.
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Bastion: <drooollll...>
Tracer: Geez, you act you've never seen a woman before?
Bastion: Well, does La Blue Girl count?
Tracer: I think someone needs to learn the art of
rhetorical questions.
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She was a lithe woman, her frame tall and strong, yet at the same
time unusually frail -- as if some part of her was broken, leaving her aura
incomplete. Her stance oozed aloofness, even as her large ice-blue eyes
revealed the startling depth of her emotions. Thick russet hair whipped
around her shoulders, highlighting her quietly elegant features.
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Bastion: <droolll...>
Pluto: Oh, please, you call that elegant?
Bastion: .....
Tracer: Geez, aren't we not the least bit vain.
*WHAM!*
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Her gaze remained fixated on the sky, even as a burst of wind blew
her ebony cloak open, revealing a sleeveless black and blue bodice, and a
scabbard fastened securely at her side. She absentmindedly hugged the coat
around her, frowning. Her thoughts strayed back to the face that had been
appearing more and more in her mind lately; the dark hair with the warm
eyes -- Seiya. So many things about him remained a mystery, but he was
the only one whom she truly considered a friend. But now that the tension
between Halcyon and Seiya's planet had increased...
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Bastion: And hopefully many things about Seiya will remain a mystery...
Tracer: Amen.
Pluto: I don't know, he was cute in a gender changing sort of way...
Bastion: <holds hands to ears> Nah! Nah! Nah! I don't hear anything!
Tracer: <frowning> Thank you, Pluto.
Pluto: My pleasure.
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She blinked suddenly, and flinched, as as a luminescent streak of
gold shot across the sky. Before the wars, the citizens of Halcyon would have
hailed it a shooting star, and eagerly told their tales of the mystical powers of
such an event. It had once been a privilege to see one, and wish upon it. Now,
however, the "shooting star" was more likely a downed sky-fighter, drifted in from
deep space. She sighed bitterly, and thought to herself, <Hope. Where has it gone?
If only my wish could come true, then...>
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Bastion: Geez, the people of Halcyon seem so distant and despondent.
Tracer: They're from a planet called HALYCON for Lord's sake!
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Eilis Koori had never been known as the sentimental type. She never
cried, never reminisced... at least not where anyone could notice. She was
something of an enigma to the general public, but she was their hope. She
was their light, she was... their Senshi. Eilis was, in fact, their only
senshi. The others had either been killed in the wars, or had killed themselves,
or, in the case of her companion, had become utterly distrusted.
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Bastion: Huh, I wonder who that might be? Useless, distrustful ... Hmmm.
Tracer: Their Tux Kamen?
Bastion: Bingo.
*WHAM!* *WHAM!*
Pluto: You have chosen.... unwisely..
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This certain companion of Eilis's, the Tuxedo Kamen of their planet, and
assigned "protector" of the Sailor Senshi...
<Is an arrogant, money-loving, pompous...> Her temper flared at the
thought of him. <Jacinth...>
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Bastion: <imitating Eilis> But damn I'd be crazy to say he wasn't rich
and has bad taste in clothes...
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"What the hell are you doing out here, Eilis? The others were
worried."As the male voice, rather grumpy and tired-sounding, reached her
ears, she groaned inwardly. He always did know the perfect time to make
an appearance. She turned to him and glared.
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Bastion: Isn't appearing at the perfect time what they teach them in Kamen
school?
Pluto: No, it's the swooning and seducing <gets starry eyed> and the loving
with light caresses on the back of your neck-
Bastion: Pluto?
Pluto: <swaying back and forth, in a dreamy state> And soft kisses on
your earlobe, next to the fireplace sipping wine-
Tracer: <crosses arms> Nutcase.
Pluto: <still crooning> Oh, Mam-chan, I spilled wine on my dress!
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Jacinth paused a second, almost for effect, letting her take in his
prominent, almost regal-looking features -- the chiseled nose, mouth, and
dark green eyes that winked out as he blinked exaggeratedly, causing his
long eyelashes to brush against his cheeks. He was slightly over six feet,
the arrogance that clung to him like a second skin the only thing that marred
the perfect features, at least in Eilis's mind. His flame-red hair was only
slightly tousled. She wondered absentmindedly if he had been pulled out
of bed.
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Tracer: Hell, he's a character in Utena, not a Kamen...
Bastion: You're assuming that the male cast in Utena couldn't
be Kamens.
Tracer: Flamboyant, arrogant, gay. Good point.
*WHAM!*
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"The 'others', Jacinth?" she finally responded, pursing her lips, "Who
are you referring to? The aristocrats? Are they worried that I've gone and
left them with nothing but you?"
He gave a halfhearted smirk, but was clearly annoyed. "Now, I'm going
to take that as a compliment..."
"Only you would," she remarked dryly.
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Tracer: I like her style.
Bastion: I'm sure Eilis will appreciate being compared to you.
Tracer: I'm going to take that as a compliment.
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He shrugged, and sidled lazily
next to her, revealing his athletic form beneath the rumpled jacket, catlike
in a way, with a very distinct air of sensuality. He looked to the twinkling
stars above, avoiding her cold stare. After a few moments, she wandered
several paces away, to the highest point of the small mountain. Eilis became
lost once again in the tapestry of the sky, a twinge of pain crossing her
features.
"Something wrong, Kodomo Tsuki?" Jacinth's whisper registered in her
mind after a few seconds, and she wrenched her gaze away from the world above,
and directed it at the man behind her.
"Don't call me that!" she snapped, showing clearly, for the first
time, her unhappiness. He blinked, taken aback.
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Bastion: <imitiating Jacinth> At least it's not Kodomo No Mocho.
Tracer: <imitating Eilis> I hate that show...
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"Sorry. Didn't know it upset you so much.." He smiled grandly, and
reached inside his jacket, retrieving a cerulean flower. "For you... my
dear." He tossed it to her like a projectile, flicking his wrist, and she
caught it easily between thumb and forefinger.
Eilis held the flower up to her nose, and took a long whiff before
tossing it flippantly to the ground, her eyes showing disinterest. "At least
that one wasn't almost dead."
"It's hard to find decent flowers, nowadays," he replied stiffly,
still giving her a smile, now somewhat forced.
She turned away from him, once again looking up at the stars. "Yes...
it's hard to find anything decent nowadays."
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Bastion: <imitating Eilis> Nowadays, it Ranma this, and Ranma that...
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Eilis's voice was flat, and Jacinth pushed back some stray strands
of hair uneasily. He never knew what to expect from her...
"The other planets are dead." He opened his mouth to speak, but she
continued, defiantly now, "Our planet is dying. And no one gives a damn."
Eilis turned to him abruptly, blue eyes blazing. "Even you... you use this to
your advantage. Lending your skills to people for money... a Tuxedo
Kamen-for-hire! You're despicable!"
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Tracer: And you're trying to insult him by?
*WHAM!*
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She was nearly snarling at him now, and his face hardened.
"I didn't come here to be chewed out by you. I'd like to go to sleep,
if her majesty would allow it," Jacinth sneered. He jammed his hand into his
pocket and retrieved a small, black object that looked like a make-up compact.
He thrust it out to her, muscle in his cheek twitching. "I'm getting freakin'
tired of having to follow you around. I'm not fond of being a babysitter! So
why don't you take your little communicator here, and stick it somewhere on
your pretty self so we can just have this conversation while I'm in bed!"
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Bastion: <imitating Jacinth> With a supermodel.
Tracer: <imitating Eilis> Oh, you finally fix that air pump of yours?
Bastion: <imitating Jacinth> Ha. Ha.
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He
threw the compact at her. It thudded heavily at her feet, the sigil of her
home planet, a four-pointed star crossed with a two-sided arrow, appearing
briefly on its top. She glanced at it, then at him, amused and angry at the
same time.
She opened her mouth to speak. "I --"
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Bastion: <imitating Eilis> -like cheese.
Tracer: <turning to Bastion> Explain to me something.
Bastion: What?
Tracer: Are you crazy in a marching to a different beat way or
listening to the voices in your head way?
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Jacinth caught her roughly by the shoulder, head cocked toward the
dense foliage on the other side of the hill, expression suddenly intense. She
sweatdropped, and tried to bat his hand away from her. He reached out again,
quick as lightning, and grabbed her other arm. "Stop it. Don't you hear --"
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Tracer: Dude, if I had reflexes like that, I could do anything!
Bastion: Like what?
Tracer: <evil grin> Groping women.
Pluto: So that's who it was!
Tracer: I swear I thought it was *my* thigh!
*WHAM!*
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There was a loud crash, as the tree directly next to them suddenly
uprooted itself from the ground and made its death-bringing descent upon the
two. Eilis wrenched herself free from Jacinth's grasp, and threw herself to
the side, the impact of the tree merely inches next to her causing a slight
tremor. Jacinth was yelling something unintelligible from the other side of
the tree, and Eilis looked up immediately. He had a peeved expression on his
face, and was gesturing around wildly, obviously mad that she had pushed away
from him. A tiny smile broke through her cold mask, something like relief
coursing through her veins. The smile dropped, however, when she saw the dark
shapes emerging from the bushes.
"Baka! Look behind you!" she shouted, springing to her feet, and
reaching for the knife concealed within her coat.
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Bastion: <imitating Jacinth> Speak for yourself, uncute tomboy!
[Eilis pops from the screen, weapons of mass destruction in hand]
Eilis: Who are you callin' uncute?
Bastion: Ummmm, Tracer. Yeah.
Tracer: I am not uncute, I'm more ruggedly well defined.
Everyone: <deadpan> Whatever..
Tracer: Hey...
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Jacinth dodged the first slash rather clumsily, a look of complete
confusion dancing in his eyes, and Eilis gasped when she saw the flash of
silvery-green. <Poison blades...> She furrowed her brow, and readied to throw
the knife when a hand clamped down over her mouth.
"Mmph!" She bit down hard, and brought the heel of her boot down on
the person's shin. The one behind her shrieked with pain, followed by a long
string of growled curses. The man's ramblings were cut off, however, when she
brandished her knife, and slit him across the stomach. He went instantly
stiff, and fell silently to the ground. She blinked several times, surprised
that
he had been taken out so easily. Bandits occasionally made their way into the
hills to look for unprotected worshippers, but even they were more prepared
than this. Eilis touched the man's wound thoughtfully, and furrowed her brow
as she noticed the cut seemed to be devoid of blood....
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Bastion: <imitating Eilis> Lawyers...
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"Eilis!"
The warning came too late. A small, razor-edged sphere came hurtling
towards her, as Eilis watched with morbid fascination... and cut into her
side. She screamed out, the pain so excrutiating she could hardly think. The
last sound she heard before she lost consciousness was Jacinth's
horror-filled cry.
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Bastion: <imitating Jacinth> My hair!!!! You ruined my hair!!!! You know how
long it took me to get this style!!!! DIE!!!
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"Senshi Darkstar? Eilis?" The voice was impatient, and female, a voice
Eilis would have been glad to go without hearing. She winced involuntarily,
and a little trill of laughter echoed throughout the room. Eilis wondered
dimly why that laugh sounded so forced. "Ah. You're awake."
She cracked an eye open. "Yes, Lady Morrin," she mumbled.
Lady Morrin of the Halcyon hierarchy was a petite woman, nice-looking
in a rather odd way, with long jet-black hair twisted in braids, and dead eyes.
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Bastion: Christina Ricci?
Tracer: <drrooollll>
Pluto: She is the re-encarnate of Hotaru's sister.
Bastion: Why am I not surprised?
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Her eyes were, in fact, the thing that unnerved people the most -- even
Jacinth found the lack of emotion in her eyes disturbing.
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Bastion: Geez, to hear her talk, Jack here would sleep with dead women...
Pluto: Well...
Bastion: Shh, more fic...
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Her position in the court
of Halcyon was quite unnerving as well, as she was the High Magistrate, and
upheld the laws with an iron hand. And there had always been something about
her...
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Bastion: I don't know, the fact she's apart of the living dead would worry
you!?
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"Well, I heard you had quite a scare last night." Morrin laughed
again, then quieted at Eilis's cross stare. "You don't need to take that
expression
with me, Eilis. Of course, I'm very sorry about what happened to you." She
smiled suddenly. "But you're all healed up now. Stitches and everything."
"What was it?" Eilis asked tiredly.
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Bastion: <imitating Morrin> A boy, I think.
Tracer: <imitating Eilis> I shall chrisen him Bally.
Pluto: Guys? Uh, where did you go?
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Morrin blinked. "What was what?"
"The thing that cut into me." She moved slightly, and gestured to her
bandaged side, wincing at the pain that followed. Morrin remained silent, and
Eilis glanced at her. After a few moments, she shrugged.
"I'm not the person to ask."
Eilis nodded, sighing. She was too tired to pry an answer out of the
older woman. Her ice-blue eyes suddenly flashed, as she remembered her
partner. "Jacinth? He's alright, isn't he?"
"Of course he is." Jacinth strolled into the hospital room, smirk
plastered on his face. "Didn't know you cared, Eilis."
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Bastion: <imitating Eilis> If you call that large insurance policy on you as
caring then yes.
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She groaned, and his expression softened. "Hey, you're alright, too...
aren't you?" She laughed at that, and clutched her side again when the pain
hit.
"Yeah.. I'm ok," she answered grudgingly. "Who the hell were those
bastards, anyway?"
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Tracer: Copyright infringement! That bastard is stealing my line!
Bastion: Like whatever Tracer. I'm not going to become some
overzealous writer that will hunt down the writer and force them to
take off their story from every archive they placed it in because I feel
that they are using one line that is familar to yours.
Pluto: Lady Ice ignored you complaints, didn't she?
Bastion: Oh, shush.
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She frowned suddenly. <If those were bandits.... dammit.
How embarrassing. Can't even take care of street trash...>
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Bastion: Now that's compassion.
Tracer: That's my girl!
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"I dunno," he replied softly, eyeing Morrin, who was casually
listening to their conversation. "Forgive my manners... hello, Lady Morrin."
He strode over to her, and brushed his lips against her hand. A coy smile
erupted on her face.
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Bastion: <ducks> Dear Lord! She's gonna blow!
Tracer: <shivers> I didn't need that image.
*WHAM!*
Pluto: I didn't appreciate that pun, either, hentai.
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"Hello... Jacinth-sama." She cocked her hips seductively towards him,
smirking. Eilis sweatdropped. These displays were starting to get sickening.
"Ah..." Jacinth stepped a few paces away from her, smile wavering.
Eilis could hardly keep from snickering. Jacinth wasn't too fond of Morrin's
obvious advances, either.
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Bastion: <imitating Jacinth> Don't take this the wrong way or anything,
but I would rather be with a dead women.
Tracer: <imitating Eilis> I bet.
Bastion: <Jacinth> Shush you!
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"Well." Morrin abruptly turned serious. "I actually have some news for
you. You do know about the current predicament this planet is in?" Eilis
nodded hesitantly, as Jacinth averted his eyes, obviously troubled by her
change of subject. "You, as Senshi, Sailordarkstar, and Protector, Tuxedo
Kamen, have a certain duty to this planet." She rubbed her hands together,
and nodded at the both of them.
Morrin continued, an odd glint in her eye, "The time has finally come
for you to truly fulfill that duty, my dears. This planet is in dire peril, but
we have enough energy to sustain us for many years to come. The other planets in our
solar system, however, are not as lucky. They wish to steal our energy and use
it for themselves..." She made a tsking noise with her tongue. "This,
of course, led to the first Senshi Wars... and the death of several of your
teammates." She held a grim expression on her face for a moment, then perked
up again, looking at Eilis. "But we have you! That is all that's important.
Your father is a very respected man around here --"
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Bastion: Damn, turns moods at the turn of a dime.
Tracer: She's more erractic than a bus full of kindergardeners
fighting over the last Pokemon card on the face of the earth....
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"Even though he's a greedy bastard who abandoned this planet," Jacinth
muttered. Morrin's eyes briefly flashed with irritation, and she put her hands
on her hips, making quite the odd spectacle as she faced off against the much
taller man.
"Please don't interrupt me, Jacinth," she said sweetly, her eyes
quickly becoming a mass of inky darkness.
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Bastion: <imitating Morrin> I'll have you know that punishing is one of my talents...
Tracer: <Jacinth, looking down> Considering I've already met the others...
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Eilis cleared her throat. "I'm sure he's very apologetic right now,
M'lady... but you know about his little problem..."
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Bastion: <Morrin> And what would that be?
Tracer: <Eilis> He's gay.
*WHAM!*
Tracer: Hey, I was imitating her.
Pluto: Arigato, it's habit.
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Morrin paused, as Jacinth sent a bewildered look at Eilis. "Ah yes.
His.. problem." Morrin stepped away from the man, and nodded at him in a
discerning manner. Jacinth blinked, and smiled at her uneasily. "Well.. as I
was saying, Eilis, your father is a highly respected member of our planet,
and he has gone to find a suitable source to replenish our, and every other
planet in our system's, energy. Unfortunately, the job has proved too large for him to
handle numerous times, and he has requested your help."
"A suitable source? What exactly do you mean by that?" Eilis asked
suspiciously, fidgeting beneath the heavy white blankets.
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Bastion: And wondering just where her clothes went...
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Morrin laughed. "Oh, don't be silly, dear. Yes, we will be taking
energy from another planet... but this one is rich with life! It won't hurt
to take just a bit..." She hesitated, and a strange look crossed her face.
"There may be, however, one small problem. The planet is Earth."
Eilis blanched. <Earth... fatheryoustupidbastard...> She trembled
slightly as Jacinth fixed her with a worried gaze. He didn't know.... She bit
hard into her lip, trying to block out the painful memories of her past.
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Tracer: That's copyright enfringement! Aren't you going to do something,
you bastard?
Bastion: Yeah, bite down hard on my lower lip and forget this...
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Morrin smiled uneasily. "Really now, dear, it's not that bad. You
won't have to deal with the Sailor Senshi from that planet... I promise." She
smiled kindly, and took a step towards Eilis.
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Bastion: The people of Halycon smile uneasily quite a bit, don't they?
Pluto: Considering their passive nature...
Bastion: Geez, it's like they're on drugs or something...
Tracer: They are from HALYCON you moron!
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"Stay... stay away from me," she muttered, flinching. Her eyes
suddenly became hard. She noticed Jacinth's warning look, but chose to ignore
it. "Your promises are worth nothing to me, Morrin. Everything you say is
worth nothing to me."
Morrin's mouth formed a little 'o' of surprise, and she froze in her
tracks.
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Tracer: Watch me as I do my '#' of angst!
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"But.." she hesitated, "I don't wish for this planet to die... and it
is my duty as a Sailor Senshi to protect the people living on it..."
"That's correct," Morrin sniffed.
Eilis frowned, thoughts hidden behind her suddenly closed eyes. "..."
<They'll send someone else in your place if you don't go. Do you want that to
happen?> the voice of reason in her head said quickly. <Do you want to start
another War?> "... I'll go," she sighed resignedly, as Morrin nodded and
smiled.
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Bastion: <Hey this is cool.>
Tracer: Hey, get of there.
Pluto: <Huh, roomy.>
Bastion: <Isn't it cool?>
Tracer: Hey!
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"Excellent. Be at launchpad 54H in two hours. You too, Jacinth," she
whispered, turning and winking at him. She briskly walked out of the room.
When Morrin was out of earshot, Jacinth gave Eilis a furious glance,
and whispered, "Are you mad?! What have you turned us into? Energy-sucking
vampires?"
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Tracer: <imitating Eilis> .... With exception to Jacinth, that is.
Bastion: <Morrin> Ah.
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"Well... that's not as bad as a money-sucking leach," she returned
calmly.
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Bastion: At least he doesn't blow.
Tracer: I doubt that. He's a Kamen afterall.
*CRUNCH!*
Pluto: Do I need to repeat myself.
Tracer: <squeaking> No ma'am.
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"You are a bitch." His tone was deadly calm, but the muscle in his
cheek was twitching with abandon. "But then I suppose it's due to your
heritage, isn't it?" Eilis stiffened, as Jacinth looked at her haughtily, as if he
thought he had some advantage over her.
"My _heritage_ is none of your business, you... you stupid jerk!" She
flushed slightly, as she struggled to control her anger enough to compose a
few good retorts.
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Tracer: At least she didn't call him bastard.
Bastion: And if she did?
Tracer: Well, uh, um, none of your business!
Bastion: Speaking of stealing catch phrases...
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"You do realize who lives on Earth, don't you?" Jacinth said, still
calm and collected. "The Guardian of Time... _the_ Guardian of Time..."
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Tracer: Geez, I sure don't see the big deal...
Pluto: I _do_.
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Eilis's anger temporarily vanished. "Yes... the Senshi of Pluto." She
shrugged, and rubbed her bleary eyes tiredly. "You know we have... devices to
prevent her from seeing us..."
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Bastion: Really?
Pluto: Not really, I just like them to think I can't see them.
Tracer: That's just screwed up.
Pluto: Well it's boring otherwise. <pout>
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Jacinth remained silent for a few moments, his dark green eyes
displaying a twinge of sadness, as well as something else. "I hope you know
what you're getting us into..." He cast a long, indecipherable look at her,
then slowly walked back the way in which he had come.
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Tracer: A very dark hole.
Bastion: Man, why do you hate this guy so much?
<sly grin> Oh, I know. I think someone has a crush!
Tracer: Not, ah! It's because, he's uh, he's a Kamen.
Bastion: Yeah right.
Tracer: Argh, how do you know?
Bastion: Pluto didn't hit you with the staff...
Tracer: Bastard...
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Eilis spent many moments staring at the spot where he had disappeared
to, before whispering, "I know more than you ever will... and I hate myself
for it." A lone tear trickled down the side of her face unnoticed, as she fell
back into a restless sleep.
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They had packed light, only bringing the most essential of items, some
food to take with them on their journey, spare clothes, and a few personal
belongings. Eilis brought along her stuffed cat, which Jacinth saw and
scoffed at. However, he was quite embarrassed when she discovered his stuffed
dragon, and ceased to say another word.
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Tracer: See, he's a friggin' fruity!
Bastion: At least his nickname isn't Tracy.
Tracer: Shhhhh! No one's suppose to know that!
Pluto: <snicker> Tracy?
Tracer: Uh, well, long story.
Bastion: <leans over> Which involves women's clothes
and a drunk sailor.
Tracer: _Shut_ _up_!
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They arrived at the door to launchpad 54H just as the night turned its
coldest, and the stars disappeared from view. Rainclouds had crept up on the
sky, and now hung precariously overhead.
"Omen," Jacinth muttered as the two of them were ushered inside the
large gray building, and left standing in utter darkness by the guards.
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[A sudden chorus of barratones begin to sing in latin.]
Bastion: Could someone get these guys out of here? I hate it when
they do this....
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Eilis reached over to the wall and flicked on the light switch,
causing the room to become painfully bright. She blinked a few moments until
she had become used to it, and stared around her in annoyance. It was a plain
room,
with only a receptionist's desk directly in front of them, and two chairs
crammed into the corner. A painting filled with thick, black squiggly lines
hung behind the desk, and Eilis raised an eyebrow at it.
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Bastion & Tracer: blink ... blink...
Tracer: What the hell?
Bastion: That was sudden...
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"Oh, whoops, wrong room." The two guards emerged from behind them,
disconcerted looks on their faces, and directed Eilis and Jacinth into the
door on the other side of the room. This one led into an immense hallway.
"What the hell..." Jacinth said, looking around him in an irritated
way. "Where are we supposed to go?"
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Tracer: To hell.
Bastion: Out with the bitterness and in with the WAFFY...
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"This way," Morrin's voice chirped cheerfully from a side door, and it
whisked aside to reveal the petite woman standing in the doorway. "Sorry,
dears. We were making preparations."
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Bastion: She is really starting to scare me.
Tracer: She's just starting you?
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The two of them followed her into the room, which turned out to be the
hangar, an extremely large area which housed four graceful looking carrier
jets. Men and women buzzed around them like flies, checking and rechecking
that everything was in proper working order.
Morrin turned to them. "Well, I have a few things to discuss with you.
First of all, the time disrupters. Lovely name, isn't it? I came up with it."
She retrieved two small rings from a lackey, and smiled broadly as she
presented them. Eilis and Jacinth smiled back uneasily as they took the rings
from her and slipped them on their fingers.
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Tracer: What is she now? Q?
Bastion: <imitating Jacinth> Shaken not stirred..
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"Any unusual time, space, etcetera, aura that you might exude will
be masked by these devices -- handle them with care. There is no energy
left to teleport you directly to the planet, so our plane will take you into
your father's sphere of influence,
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Tracer: What, like the cone of silence?
Bastion: What?
Tracer: Stop or else I'm going to have to use Pluto's staff...
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and he will send you down to Earth. Tokyo,
I believe, is the exact location."
"Tokyo?" Jacinth repeated, hoping for a reaction from Eilis. He knew
very little of Earth, but he had heard Eilis knew quite a bit. She averted his
eyes from his, remaining silent. He frowned. "What kind of a place is this?"
Morrin stared for a long, hard moment at Eilis, before replying,
"It's a rural area, compared to our fine city. The people are very simple.
You should have no problems -- with Sailor Senshi or otherwise."
She cleared her throat, and continued, "Eilis, your father will send
you detailed instructions of this assignment.. through telepathy, no?
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Bastion: <Morrin> Ara aren?
Tracer: <Jacinth> Now you're really scaring me...
Bastion: <Morrin> Husband no like Morrin.
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You should also keep a log to outline the basics of your mission. Well, your new
identities..." She rummaged through the files on the desk next to her until
she produced the correct ones. "Ah. Here we are. Memorize this... your likes,
dislikes, personality, favorite food..."
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Bastion: <Eilis> But I don't like jimaca root.
Tracer: <Morrin> Tough.
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As Morrin droned on, Eilis's dread
began to grow worse. Especially at the mention of telepathy.
<Invasion of thoughts is more like it...>
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Bastion: <I don't know, I kinda like the leg room...>
Tracer: Will you quit that!
Pluto: <There's even room for a breakfast nook.>
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"...and Earthen money. Here you are. Eilis?" Eilis blinked, and then
quickly grabbed the envelope from Morrin's hand. "Well. Schooling and living
arrangements are up to you, I suppose..."
Eilis and Jacinth stared at her blankly. "Schooling?" they said in
unison.
"Why yes." Morrin laughed lightly. "You're going to..." She paused.
"...work it out with your father." She shrugged, and briskly walked away.
Eilis and Jacinth stood alone in strained silence. Eilis pondered
whether or not she should say something, when a grease-stained mechanic
suddenly appeared before them.
"Hi. Jeo-27's waiting." The man slung their bags over his shoulders,
frowning. "You better not do anything to her." He spun on his heel, marching
purposely toward the small, indigo stained shuttle.
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Tracer: <Jacinth> I swear I wasn't going to do anything to her!
Bastion: <mechanic> No, ya fruitcake, I meant the ship not your
bitchy girlfriend.
Tracer: <Jacinth> Hey I'm not a fruitcake .... and Eilis isn't bitchy,
at least for the other 29 days of the month, nah, make it 13...
[Eilis pops out of screen once again.]
Eilis: You shall die for mocking me!
Tracer: AIIIEEE! I was *whap* doing his *pow* bidding! Ahhh!
*WHAM!*
Bastion: Heh.
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The ramp was already open, beckoning. A little gnome-like robot
rolled around in circles at the top, its tiny voice high-pitched and scratchy.
"W-welcome. Pleazzzz be seated." Its arms elongated, stretching towards
Eilis and Jacinth's belongings.
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Tracer: Thizzz robot annoys me.
Bastion: Good for youzzz..
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"No," Eilis said quickly, reaching out a hand. The robot paused,
unsure of what to do. "I'd like to take my bags in with me."
Jacinth snatched their things away from the mechanic, and strided
up the steps impatiently, throwing his bags behind the metallic helper.
It whizzed away, and Jacinth shrugged at Eilis. "Let's make things easy
on ourselves, shall we?"
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Tracer: <Eilis> Ah, finally contemplating suicide?
Bastion: <Jacinth> You wish. We gotta make room for my
years supply of beautifying face cream...
Tracer: <Eilis> Fruity...
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Eilis hid a smile as the mechanic looked aghast. "Um, sorry. Didn't
mean to mess with the robot."
"His name is Hal!" the mechanic called indignantly, as she started
up the ramp.
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Bastion: Great, you know this flight is doomed...
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Once inside, the inner field locked them in with a final "bzzt", and
the outer doors clamped shut. The lights dimmed to a calming sea-green,
and a hollow voice sang over the intercom.
o/We only ask that you buckle up! We only wish you would use a
o/holder cup!
o/Be nice to Hal, and he'll be nice to you. Prepare for crash if
o/an engine goes moo.
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Bastion: <Hal> I also learned a song,
o/" I'm a little AI paraniod and crazy...o/"
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Eilis raised an eyebrow. The program must have been translated
from one of the outer planetary languages. They always did have a weird
sense of humor.
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Tracer: Hey, may they got it from the planet your from...
Bastion: Shush Tracy...
Pluto: <snicker>
Tracer: Hey, quit...
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She glanced around, and noticed Jacinth had piled her things within
a mesh wire container. Jacinth himself was stretched out along one of the
black couches, yawning.
He noticed her gaze, and immediately frowned. "You'd better sit down,
Eilis. Your little adventure is about to start."
Eilis clutched her stomach, feeling the lurch of the awakening
engines.
"I -- yeah, I will." She stumbled toward the other couch, and slowly sat
down.
She could feel Jacinth's gaze upon her back, but ignored it, too
intent on quelling the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The plane suddenly roared to life, and alien music tinkled over the
interior.
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Bastion: That oddly sounded like a muzak version of one of the
Meaty Cheezy Boys songs...
Pluto: It's freaky how universal they are...
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Behind it all, she could hear the heavy hangar doors hissing open,
and she gulped, realizing this was it. They were leaving, going to... to...
<Tokyo.> she thought fiercely. <No matter how much I dread it --
I will go there. To save this planet... even if it kills me...>
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Tracer: <Eilis> Or Jacinth. Though I'd much prefer it be Jacinth...
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"Usagi-chan!"
Usagi Tsukino looked up from her food-fest reluctantly at the call,
several pastries sticking out of her mouth and staining her lips with a
mixture of blue and red. She brightened considerably when she saw who it was,
and she attempted to swallow all the food at once, nearly choking in the
process.
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Tracer: <Makoto> Don't you know how to use your gag reflex?
Bastion: <Usagi> What would I need that for?
Tracer: <Makoto> Uh, nevermind.
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"Usagi, are you ok?" Makoto Kino looked at her friend with a slightly
amused expression on her face. "I'm glad you like my pastries so much, but you
shouldn't try to eat them all at once."
Usagi sweatdropped. "Ehehe... they're so good though, Mako-chan!"
"Well, don't you want to hear my news?" Usagi nodded eagerly as Makoto
plopped down next to her on the bench.
"Two new students moved into my apartment complex! The woman was very
pretty... and the man..."
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Bastion: <Usagi> Again? What is it this time, they're Senshi from the
Aquamarine Millenium? No wait they're male Senshi, but they don't
change gender and they have these incredible powers that even the
Silver Crystal pales in comparison and they save the day and you all
hit the sack with all at once, right?
Tracer: <Makoto> Uh, not quite.
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"Looked like your senpai?" Usagi grinned gleefully. "Well, well,
well!? What does he look like? Are they related?"
Makoto got a dreamy expression on her face. "Oh, he's so handsome...
very tall.. chiseled features... soulful green eyes.."
Usagi stuck her tongue out at Makoto playfully. "Bet he's not cuter
than my Mamo-chan."
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Pluto: <starry eyes> He certainly is.
Tracer: Uh-oh, here we go again.
Pluto: Oh Mamo-chan! I didn't mean to fall on top of you like,
whatever shall I do?
Bastion: Geez, if anyone needed a cold shower its her...
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Makoto scrunched up her face at Usagi. Her face suddenly turned
thoughtful, as she scratched her head. "There was something stra --" She
shrugged, and grinned again. "Anyway, I only have part of their names.
The woman is Hiroko An'ei, and the man is Kotaro..."
"Well, did they look like a loving, romantic couple?" Usagi asked,
starting on a cup of ice cream.
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Tracer: <Makoto> Uh Usagi, why are you putting the bowl in the
freezer?
Bastion: <Usagi, hefting up the ice cream container> Where else do
you store your ice cream?
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Makoto shook her head, still grinning. "Nope. They were fighting, and
I heard the woman yelling at him that she was going to get the bed."
"That could just mean that they're a non-romantic couple, couldn't
it?" Usagi said reasonably.
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Bastion: <Usagi> I mean look at that martial arts couple...
Tracer: <Makoto> Now that's a different enchilda altogether..
Bastion: <Usagi> Where!?
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"Usagi... the hope destroyer..." Makoto muttered. Usagi giggled, and
continued on her ice cream, while Makoto brought out another tray of goodies.
Usagi's mouth immediately began to water at the smell of this new scrumptious
food.
"Nonono... I'm sure they're just brother and sister..." Usagi eyed the
food as Makoto held it just out of reach teasingly. "Uhm... he's madly in love
with you already, Mako-chan." She nodded furiously as Makoto laughed, and
pushed the tray in Usagi's direction.
"So, when's the wedding, Usagi-chan?" Makoto inquired, abruptly
changing the subject, and laughing at the result: a piece of sushi flying out of her
friend's nose.
Undetectable from either of their sight, a young woman watched, her
face hard, but her eyes undeniably sad. And deep within her was the aching
hope that they would never have to meet....
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Bastion: I hate to tell you this Eilis, but we're only on the first part.
Tracer: Damn straight.
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Bastion: Hey, the fics over.
Tracer: About time. I was wondering when the hurting would stop.
Bastion: What are you talking about? The story was pretty good.
Another fine and revised effort from the Lady of Freezing Water.
Tracer: No you bastard, I meant Pluto and her staff. I hardly find
being nailed over the head as amusing.
Pluto: So what? I found it amusing.
Tracer: Bastard.
*WHAM!*
Tracer: Owwww..
Bastion: You gotta admit, that is pretty darn funny.
Tracer: That's it! I'm on strike! I'm going to fight for my
rights! Original Characters unite and revolt against your
creators! They are enslaving you and supressing you!
Bastion: Hey, Tracy.
Pluto: <snicker>
Tracer: WHAT!
Bastion: <pulls out remote> It's time to say adios.
Tracer: Now wait a minute here.
Bastion: <pushes button, and nothing happens> Huh?
Tracer: Ha! You can't stop me! I will not stop until I get
equality between anime characters and original characters
alike! Where SIs and female characters can co-exist in
peace and that- *POP!*
Pluto: What happened?
Bastion: I didn't have it on 'omnipotent'. So what did you
think of fic Pluto?
Pluto: Well I thought it was quite nice. The idea that there
is no real villain in this story makes it quite appealing and
though some of the plot devices are a bit cliche like the
transfer students, it's used in a tongue in cheek fashion.
Yet, the formatting does need to be worked on, and
some of the little gags are a bit too corny.
Bastion: That's the first and last time you'll hear the
Guardian of Time say corny folks..
Pluto: *Ahem* And that's it. It's very interesting and even
knowing how it ends I shall look forward to more.
Bastion: Are you ever going to tell me how it ends?
Pluto: Sorry, that's for you to find out. Bye.
[Before Bastion can utter another syllable, Pluto vanishes.]
Bastion: Heheheh. Not to worry I still have those nude
photos, she'll be back.
[Suddenly Pluto teleports back in.]
Pluto: I nearly forgot something.
*WHAM!*
Pluto: Thanks for the pictures.
Bastion: <groans> Anytime Pluto.. urk!
Pluto: Heh...
End.
Sorry, Ice, I was busy, I hope you can forgive me!
As for the rest of you I hoped you liked this little
odd venture. As for me, I've got to grab me a bite to
eat, MSTing burns calories ya know.
Pluto is owned by Naoko Takeuchi and in America by DIC
Tracer is owned and copyrighted by Bastion (c)1999.
And Children of Light and Thunder is property of Lady Ice.
Addy!
Bastion