01-25-2016, 09:15 AM
Ururu snuggled up against Hikaru as she thumbed through one of the objects Coruscant had the gall to call a book. Not that she didn’t value the wealth of information that was in it, but it was like calling a glorified computer a library. It just didn’t have the same effect on one’s senses that a real library or tome of pulped wood and leather did. It was however at that moment when her hand stopped working that she knew something wasn’t right.
Big give away, losing all motor function and then convulsions, but then so was a clawing pain suddenly springing up that moved from her left collar bone to the back base of her skull that only got worse. With the world shaking too and lights dimming, poison could be the only possible suspect. Cyanide didn’t fit, neither did the infamous Ami no Kuni Laughing Death; she hadn’t imbibed anything suspect had she?
The world gave a great jolt and for a brief moment she was falling but that had been only out of her seat, which only served to alert Hikaru who’s face went from contentment to something unreadable. It shouldn’t have been. For all of Ururu’s life that face had never been unknown. The connection was there but it was fading fast. Ururu’s mind spun to reach out to others, the other clones that she had in the building who were all but gone. She couldn’t even feel Aiko who was bound by the Black Star Jewelry. It was as if their connection had been severed.
Everyone come back to me!
It was normally a simple command for the Network to carry out though to Ururu’s frantic mind it felt anything but. Worse was the Personas’ currently inhabiting their bodies, they couldn’t eject themselves, couldn’t travel along the chakra pathways to fully recall their nature. Portions of them were going to be torn away any second now; like hacking arms and legs off of children with hot knives so they wouldn’t bleed out, all because they didn’t want to stop holding hands. Something was actively fighting her Network related jutsu and winning but not strong enough to make it a clean break.
And all Ururu could do was twitch on the ground watching the person she loved the most die her final death. Would omnilium even be able to repair her own brain damage if she survived the process? It was an odd thought but the medic-nin in her couldn’t help be contemplate the worse case scenario, being lobotomized and her family wasting away as a result.
The whole world gave another horrific jolt and the seal on her chest sprouted in gloriously green prismatic lights, spreading and the connection flared back to life for however a brief a moment, even as ‘books’ and so ignorantly named ‘bookshelves’ were evaporating into mist. Hikaru’s face was screaming at her but it was only coming out as the quietest whisper. The Genesis Seal’s failsafe had been activated, opening several of her Inner Coil Gates the supply chakra to the network and it couldn’t even do more than delay what Ururu was realizing now was inevitable.
Inevitable in her frozen, writhing state.
The world was flickering in an out as something tried to cut through Ururu’s heart and shake her apart. Another great rumble and the agony the held her motionless flared as if everything in her body had just fallen asleep and was trying to wake up.
All she could do was stare into those turquoise eyes, willing Hikaru to realize what was happening. She had to know, they had come up with this plan together. Well Hikaru had entertained her and acted as a sounding board but she knew, better than any other persona.
Tears overwhelming blurring her vision but Ururu didn’t care, if one thing was going to happen today, she would at least save her love. Her will pushed at one thought and one thought only… ‘Black Star’!
Hikaru’s eyes widened, Ururu couldn’t hear sound any more anyways but her eyes did carry more than sound, it seemed, her lover and confidant knew what the look of her creator was asking of her. To take the Jewelry that Ururu had saved for an event for this. All of them had called Ururu paranoid, mostly in a joking manner but they were all too aware how paranoia had saved their collective asses before. In a moment all four clones had dug into Ururu’s backpack, grabbing the black chakra crystals that had been crafted in case they came up against an enemy able to severe dimensional connections.
The word gave one last almighty shudder and Everyone was gone. All Ururu could remember seeing was the fear in Hikaru’s face. Fear that was the realization that they’d never see each other again. It was a look she’d never be able to forget.
The sensation of falling returned but Ururu barely cared enough to brace herself, instead she hit the ground with the arch of her back and the wind being knocked out of her in a moan that was more emotional than physical. She curled into a ball of hurt gasping between breaths and tears that threatened to overwhelm her. Everything was gone, her senses, her awareness, all that was left was raw nerves and growing roar in her mind where the Network had been.
Had she been banished? Five sets of eyes and no one had seen someone sneak up on Ururu and so casually cut through the Network with jagged slices? She could remember nothing out of place. One moment… and this!
Rage flooded into her with that thought, quick to fill the gap where love had been seconds or minutes ago. Someone had taken her family from her. Her Hikaru from her. Someone was going to die painfully. Soon.
That feeling, the burning anger pulsed with an all-consuming energy. It put feeling back into her limbs and numbed most of what she felt long enough to realize what was going on around her. A rumbling exhale came out her as a growl when a blue form took center stage. From thin air it appeared, followed by a number of other people bursting forth from incandescent azure flame.
Ururu’s spindly limbs touched the ground testing it; the polished marble floor felt worn, but also hewn. Masonry then rather than mechanically worked. Bronze Age technology perhaps. The womanly fountain figure was much larger than any normal human, the representation was simplistic but had a quality that was far more symmetrical than most humans. A shrine perhaps to a spirit, or a temple to a god? Either from a dominant religion of the area, well-funded by nobility as its main driving force or–
No there would be time for studying what civilization made this place later, after she found an eviscerated the person who had banished her from the arms of Hikaru. And now that she was starting to get a clearer view of the world around her she had a good idea who. After all Ururu had been around long enough to have her estimations of situations often come back accurate, the fact he had just named himself their chooser put that final mark on his tomb.
Pushing herself up fully Ururu glared at the Spirit with that tomboyish face and body, assessing him. He had the look of kindly grandfather sort of appearance but held himself like a warrior of some kind. The short concise speech was too precise as well. It reminded her of the very first words she had heard when she had appeared in the Nexus. Which point of fact gave her a measure of Omniverse in general. It was full of powerful assholes who just randomly abducted people with no care of the fucking consequences!
So he wanted them to save him? He was trading his hell to give her her’s.
What right did he have?
“Why the fuck should I save you when you just took me away from my family, from my Hikaru? Maybe even killed them!” Ururu growled out her question, her words working its way into a full on yell. Her whole body enunciated what she was saying, sending her duster flaring with both physical strength and barely restrained chakra, her mind too wrapped up in her loss to notice something was fighting against her very nature as a ninja.
Big give away, losing all motor function and then convulsions, but then so was a clawing pain suddenly springing up that moved from her left collar bone to the back base of her skull that only got worse. With the world shaking too and lights dimming, poison could be the only possible suspect. Cyanide didn’t fit, neither did the infamous Ami no Kuni Laughing Death; she hadn’t imbibed anything suspect had she?
The world gave a great jolt and for a brief moment she was falling but that had been only out of her seat, which only served to alert Hikaru who’s face went from contentment to something unreadable. It shouldn’t have been. For all of Ururu’s life that face had never been unknown. The connection was there but it was fading fast. Ururu’s mind spun to reach out to others, the other clones that she had in the building who were all but gone. She couldn’t even feel Aiko who was bound by the Black Star Jewelry. It was as if their connection had been severed.
Everyone come back to me!
It was normally a simple command for the Network to carry out though to Ururu’s frantic mind it felt anything but. Worse was the Personas’ currently inhabiting their bodies, they couldn’t eject themselves, couldn’t travel along the chakra pathways to fully recall their nature. Portions of them were going to be torn away any second now; like hacking arms and legs off of children with hot knives so they wouldn’t bleed out, all because they didn’t want to stop holding hands. Something was actively fighting her Network related jutsu and winning but not strong enough to make it a clean break.
And all Ururu could do was twitch on the ground watching the person she loved the most die her final death. Would omnilium even be able to repair her own brain damage if she survived the process? It was an odd thought but the medic-nin in her couldn’t help be contemplate the worse case scenario, being lobotomized and her family wasting away as a result.
The whole world gave another horrific jolt and the seal on her chest sprouted in gloriously green prismatic lights, spreading and the connection flared back to life for however a brief a moment, even as ‘books’ and so ignorantly named ‘bookshelves’ were evaporating into mist. Hikaru’s face was screaming at her but it was only coming out as the quietest whisper. The Genesis Seal’s failsafe had been activated, opening several of her Inner Coil Gates the supply chakra to the network and it couldn’t even do more than delay what Ururu was realizing now was inevitable.
Inevitable in her frozen, writhing state.
The world was flickering in an out as something tried to cut through Ururu’s heart and shake her apart. Another great rumble and the agony the held her motionless flared as if everything in her body had just fallen asleep and was trying to wake up.
All she could do was stare into those turquoise eyes, willing Hikaru to realize what was happening. She had to know, they had come up with this plan together. Well Hikaru had entertained her and acted as a sounding board but she knew, better than any other persona.
Tears overwhelming blurring her vision but Ururu didn’t care, if one thing was going to happen today, she would at least save her love. Her will pushed at one thought and one thought only… ‘Black Star’!
Hikaru’s eyes widened, Ururu couldn’t hear sound any more anyways but her eyes did carry more than sound, it seemed, her lover and confidant knew what the look of her creator was asking of her. To take the Jewelry that Ururu had saved for an event for this. All of them had called Ururu paranoid, mostly in a joking manner but they were all too aware how paranoia had saved their collective asses before. In a moment all four clones had dug into Ururu’s backpack, grabbing the black chakra crystals that had been crafted in case they came up against an enemy able to severe dimensional connections.
The word gave one last almighty shudder and Everyone was gone. All Ururu could remember seeing was the fear in Hikaru’s face. Fear that was the realization that they’d never see each other again. It was a look she’d never be able to forget.
-[ALONE]-
The sensation of falling returned but Ururu barely cared enough to brace herself, instead she hit the ground with the arch of her back and the wind being knocked out of her in a moan that was more emotional than physical. She curled into a ball of hurt gasping between breaths and tears that threatened to overwhelm her. Everything was gone, her senses, her awareness, all that was left was raw nerves and growing roar in her mind where the Network had been.
Had she been banished? Five sets of eyes and no one had seen someone sneak up on Ururu and so casually cut through the Network with jagged slices? She could remember nothing out of place. One moment… and this!
Rage flooded into her with that thought, quick to fill the gap where love had been seconds or minutes ago. Someone had taken her family from her. Her Hikaru from her. Someone was going to die painfully. Soon.
That feeling, the burning anger pulsed with an all-consuming energy. It put feeling back into her limbs and numbed most of what she felt long enough to realize what was going on around her. A rumbling exhale came out her as a growl when a blue form took center stage. From thin air it appeared, followed by a number of other people bursting forth from incandescent azure flame.
Ururu’s spindly limbs touched the ground testing it; the polished marble floor felt worn, but also hewn. Masonry then rather than mechanically worked. Bronze Age technology perhaps. The womanly fountain figure was much larger than any normal human, the representation was simplistic but had a quality that was far more symmetrical than most humans. A shrine perhaps to a spirit, or a temple to a god? Either from a dominant religion of the area, well-funded by nobility as its main driving force or–
No there would be time for studying what civilization made this place later, after she found an eviscerated the person who had banished her from the arms of Hikaru. And now that she was starting to get a clearer view of the world around her she had a good idea who. After all Ururu had been around long enough to have her estimations of situations often come back accurate, the fact he had just named himself their chooser put that final mark on his tomb.
Pushing herself up fully Ururu glared at the Spirit with that tomboyish face and body, assessing him. He had the look of kindly grandfather sort of appearance but held himself like a warrior of some kind. The short concise speech was too precise as well. It reminded her of the very first words she had heard when she had appeared in the Nexus. Which point of fact gave her a measure of Omniverse in general. It was full of powerful assholes who just randomly abducted people with no care of the fucking consequences!
So he wanted them to save him? He was trading his hell to give her her’s.
What right did he have?
“Why the fuck should I save you when you just took me away from my family, from my Hikaru? Maybe even killed them!” Ururu growled out her question, her words working its way into a full on yell. Her whole body enunciated what she was saying, sending her duster flaring with both physical strength and barely restrained chakra, her mind too wrapped up in her loss to notice something was fighting against her very nature as a ninja.