Hmm. I'm thinking Sailor Venus
>..- . ... -... .. .- -.
>
>
>she put on a hard, graphite mask.
% Can't say I care for the lack of capitalization
>
>
>. - .----. ...
>It is the year 2004. Globalization has united
>humanity under the banner of the British Empire.
>World peace has finally been attained.
we named it, Crystal London. Long Live the Queen.
I can't help picturing the Scouts as the Authority with Makoto Sparks
uttering 'God Save the Queen', as she takes a drag on her cig. ^_^
>the face of the Virgin mary
Mary
as the madonna of
>the birds.
>
>
>- .... .
>The aetherfeld carries Western Civilization to the
>corners of the world, and the white man's burden
>is alleviated by automata.
>-... .-. --- - .... . .-. ...
>
>
> [... long live the gentleman! long live
> the queen ...]
>
>she turned off the closed-circuit television.
>
>joseph carpenter, the voice of fate. she couldn't
>bear to see his face.
>
>
>-.-. --- .--. .. . -..
>But what is the price of utopia, that has been
>sacrificed in the name of unity?
>--. .... --- ... -
>
>
>upon the burnt, hairless flesh of her scalp, she
>pressed a hand. it seemed surreal that in the years
>that had lapsed she no longer cared for the loss --
>Vanity had died in the arms of fear, somewhere
>along the way.
>
>she mused upon it no more. when had Vanity
>mattered, but in the dying throes of youth? she
>had no more use for it now, and her eyeless
>sockets could issue no more tears. only
>Vengeance could move her.
>
>tonight, a day would begin that would last a year,
>followed by a dawn the likes of which the world
>had never seen.
>
>she could afford no errors.
>
>
>. -. / - .... .
>Indeed, who would speak out against the age of
>reason? If they spoke, would you listen? Would
>you really want to know?
>.. .... . .-.. .-..
>
>
>setting a black wig over her head, she examined
>the facade she had created in the mirror:
>
>masked, a thin, well-shaped girl of indeterminate
>age, in a skin-tight bodysuit of black latex.
>almost like bondage gear.
>
>over the top, she donned a school uniform of a
>style popular in 1920's japan -- a sort of cross
>between a kimono and a dress. the pattern on the
>cloth was chrysanthemums repeated against a
>pale yellow background.
>
>she fastened the laces of her leg boots.
>
>in the cavernous depths of the abandoned
>underground, a toy monkey atop a music box
>clapped its cymbals together.
>
>
>- --. .- .. -.
>A mask is only an image created in the likeness
>of an original.
>. ... / .. -
>
>
>it was friday, and the pa system in the streets
>announced the curfew to be effective after a brief
>claxon. the shadows of the fingermen were long
>against the brick walls of the alley.
>
>evey hammond tried to stifle a cry. the fist
>pressed her against the wall, gripped tightly
>about a handful of her blouse. the man smiled
>toothily, and breathed in her face.
>
>
>-. --- -
>But sometimes an image becomes symbol ...
>-- -.--
>
>
>"you're dressed for the occasion," he said. "a
>Virgin? i give it to you that you've got the face
>for it, but i very much doubt you could sell it for
>anything. what do you say? a bit of fun, free of
>charge for an old bobby, or a night in the
>slammer?"
>
>tears dripped from her chin as she reluctantly
>nodded.
>
>"there's a girl," he said, smiling. he reached down
>between her legs. she closed her eyes to the
>world.
>
>
>.-. .- .. .-.
>And in the wilderness that is the prison of the
>world, even empty symbols without cohesion
>may with sufficient belief grow strong and
>prosper ...
>-.. .- -.. -.--
>
>
>the pressure on her breast eased. there was the
>thunk of something soft hitting the ground beside
>her feet. she reopened her eyes.
>
>the blood of the fingerman pooled on the
>cobblestone, pouring from where a knife pierced
>the side of his temple. his companions were
>staring wide-eyed at something down the alley.
>evey turned her head.
>
>
>.. .- .. -. -
>In 1991, Minako Aino, alias Sailor V, was
>arrested by the Special Operations Division of
>the Royal British Library and charged as a traitor
>to the Empire ...
>--. .- - .-. .. -.-. -.- .----. ...
>
>
>"Good evening, boys," said a masked girl,
>holding a pair of throwing knives by their tips in
>a gloved hand.
>
>her clothing seemed to be foreign -- maybe from
>east asia. evey wasn't sure she could place the
>accent, but from the exotic apparel, she surmised
>that the girl might be a prostitute. one that
>catered to more exotic tastes perhaps?
>
>"you bitch," said one of the fingermen, pulling
>out his gun.
>
>
>-.. .- -.--
>She was subjected to torture and experimentation
>at a laboratory in Wiltshire.
>The purpose: to extract and mass-produce her
>transformation mechanism.
>. ... / - .... .
>
>
>"I don't think you'll be needing that where you're
>going," she said.
>
>the man fired a shot. the arm of the masked girl
>was a blur -- in mid-air, the bullet collided with a
>chain extending from her sleeve, sending sparks
>across the ground. the bladed pendulum at the
>end of the chain flew upwards.
>
>the masked girl moved her arm again. this time,
>she swung the chain toward the man, wrapping it
>around his right hand.
>
>he dropped the pistol.
>
>
>-.. .- -.-- / --- -.
>Irrevocably altered by her captors'
>administrations, Minako Aino ceased to exist.
>With her death, the idea known as [codename:v]
>came into being ...
>-- .... .. -.-. ....
>
>
>a fingerman standing to her right prepared to pull
>his trigger. pulling on the chain, she threw the
>bound man into her would-be killer, slitting his
>throat with the knife in her other hand as he
>passed. the bladed pendulum sank into the
>gunman's heart.
>
>with a hard yank to the chain, she forced the
>pendulum free from the two corpses and back
>into her hand.
>
>the remaining man shot at her, but deflecting the
>bullet with a knife, she sent the pendulum
>through his jugular.
>
>
>- .... .
>Tonight, there shall be a revolution against the
>order of the world. The battlefield lies within
>your own mind ...
>--. .- .-. .-.. .. .- -- . -. -
>
>
>cleaning her instruments with a black kerchief,
>the masked girl approached evey, who sat
>huddled against a wall.
>
>"who are you?" asked evey, unable to shake the
>fear from her voice.
>
>
>-- .- ...
>The enemy is everything you've ever learned.
>The cost of losing is nothing less than your
>identity ...
>-... .-.. --- .-- -.
>
>
>"Just a herald of the revolution," said the masked
>girl. "And mine is a revolution to end all
>revolutions."
>
>
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>[ o a sailormoon / vertigo crossover
>[ o by fallacies
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>
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