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shifted_logs2010-09-02 07:56 pm
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001: Singing in the Rain When the Bad Dreams Come [Open]
Characters: Leela of the Sevateem and Romana II
Location: Outside the Twin's Shop
Time: After her Death
Summary: Leela has faced death on a number of occasions, but she's never dealt with resurrection before.
Warnings: Backdated character death?
A true warrior did not fear death. A true warrior anticipated it whenever they went into battle. They made their peace with whatever gods they wished to pray to and they faced their foes with a steady heart and a weapon in their hand.
That was how it should be. That was how it had always been.
But not on the Plane. Nothing on the Plane was right or just.
On the Plane, death crept up slowly and silently, like a shadow within a shadow or the ghosts that had featured in the childhood stories of the Sevateem.
Leela - who had survived more battles than she could count - had died in silence, but she had not returned to life in the same way. She had screamed and shouted and brandished her knife at a foe that had not been there in the first place. Then she raised a hand to her throat. The blood was gone. The open wound - a raw red mouth that had shrieked when she could not - had sealed itself shut.
Was this a game to those that controlled the Plane? Where they playing with all of their prisoners? How many people had she killed with a swift knife to the neck or a backhanded slash to the throat? It was not fair. She was not angry about dying in the same way, but she was angry about dying without hearing the footsteps of her killer and without attempting - at the very least! - to take them with her.
She exited the shop with a bloodless knife in her hand and fire in her unseeing eyes.
"I swear," she growled, "I avenge this ... this murder. You have given me back my life and I will use every moment of it to make you pay."
She wished that she knew who she was talking to.
Location: Outside the Twin's Shop
Time: After her Death
Summary: Leela has faced death on a number of occasions, but she's never dealt with resurrection before.
Warnings: Backdated character death?
A true warrior did not fear death. A true warrior anticipated it whenever they went into battle. They made their peace with whatever gods they wished to pray to and they faced their foes with a steady heart and a weapon in their hand.
That was how it should be. That was how it had always been.
But not on the Plane. Nothing on the Plane was right or just.
On the Plane, death crept up slowly and silently, like a shadow within a shadow or the ghosts that had featured in the childhood stories of the Sevateem.
Leela - who had survived more battles than she could count - had died in silence, but she had not returned to life in the same way. She had screamed and shouted and brandished her knife at a foe that had not been there in the first place. Then she raised a hand to her throat. The blood was gone. The open wound - a raw red mouth that had shrieked when she could not - had sealed itself shut.
Was this a game to those that controlled the Plane? Where they playing with all of their prisoners? How many people had she killed with a swift knife to the neck or a backhanded slash to the throat? It was not fair. She was not angry about dying in the same way, but she was angry about dying without hearing the footsteps of her killer and without attempting - at the very least! - to take them with her.
She exited the shop with a bloodless knife in her hand and fire in her unseeing eyes.
"I swear," she growled, "I avenge this ... this murder. You have given me back my life and I will use every moment of it to make you pay."
She wished that she knew who she was talking to.
no subject
But now, of all times? How could she appear now?
"Romana?"
It sounded like a question, but it was not. Leela knew her presence - the feel of her nearby - as well as she knew her voice.
"You are here? This is not some trick of the machine's?"