Post by Cassiopeia Reyes-Hart on Mar 12, 2009 23:51:29 GMT -5
Cassiopeia led the small contingent of Mages that Clara had sent her with, shrugging deeper into the fur-lined coat she was wearing to keep out the desolate chill. They'd been ordered to demolish a U.E. weapons testing site which was, unfortunately, in the middle of nowhere deep in Siberia. To say that it was cold was a vast understatement.
Cassi did her best to ignore the discomfort, trying to focus on the mission at hand. Ignoring the vat of confused torment roiling just below the surface of the calm that Clara fought to keep intact. Ignoring the dark circles under her eyes. The fact that she had visibly lost weight, from barely being able to force herself to eat. Instead she did her best to concentrate on the amount of guards passing through the courtyard that she and her team were to secure. Her silver eyes swirled restlessly, watching their patrol patterns in high-speed reverse.
C'mon baby, I know a way to keep us both warm while we wait.
Cassi let out a low growl, her rapier sliding from it's sheath with a screech and pointing back to where Max had just started to step forward.
"Save it, perv," she snapped impatiently. This caused his face to color somewhat in embarrassment, especially as some of the others snickered at his expense.
"Frigid bitch," he snapped under his breath. Cassi just rolled her eyes and went back to concentrating on their objective.
"Alright," she called, straightening. "They patrol in twos and threes, every fifteen minutes. We'll have our next opening in less than five. Prepare yourselves."
The others did as they were told. Moments later they were storming the testing site. Various magic powers slung this way and that, destroying vehicles and buildings alike. Cassiopeia twisted and turned through the snowbanks, her humming rapier slashing out in a deadly display.
Max suddenly came up on her left side, expression confused. "Hey. Who's that chick in the red?"
Cassi turned, and then gaped somewhat stupidly as her adopted mother came striding across the courtyard as bold as you please, seemingly oblivious to the chaos going on around her, head held high and movements determined. Max glanced at Cassi's dumbfounded expression, then back to Josetta. He took a step forward.
"Hey, who the hell are--,"
Josetta cracked him in the face with the basket hilt of her rapier, her stride never faltering. Max crumpled to the ground yet again, out cold.
Cassi stumbled back slightly, unsure just what to do, or what Josetta meant to do. Had she come to kill her for her betrayal? In some ways, it might actually be a relief. Yet instead of attack her, Jo just came to a stop in front of her, blue eye earnest and sad.
Both of them were now ignoring and largely ignored by everyone else around them.
Cassi slowly lifted her rapier--the one that this same woman had gifted her with on her birthday, which now seemed like an ancient lifetime ago. "Just walk away, Jo," the blond forced out, tone cold yet trembling with the emotion she was fighting to keep buried. "Don't make me do this."
Josetta's determined stare never wavered. "Cassi, second-sight or no, you know you can't beat me. Just put the sword away and come back with me." The redhead took another step forward. "Come home, Princess."
Cassi's sword was still rock steady despite the tears now rolling down her cheeks. She gasped a little at the pain, some of Clara's control slipping free, her silver eyes growing haunted. "I can't," she whimpered. "I . . . I'm too broken, Jo. I-I can't be put back together again. Too jagged and torn. I can't go back." There was a tortured finality in her tone as her stance suddenly changed, going from defensive to offensive. Her silver eyes began to swirl faster. "Not after this."
And then Cassiopeia Reyes-Hart launched herself at her mother, with every intention of forcing the older woman to put her down. Anything to end the pain.
Cassi did her best to ignore the discomfort, trying to focus on the mission at hand. Ignoring the vat of confused torment roiling just below the surface of the calm that Clara fought to keep intact. Ignoring the dark circles under her eyes. The fact that she had visibly lost weight, from barely being able to force herself to eat. Instead she did her best to concentrate on the amount of guards passing through the courtyard that she and her team were to secure. Her silver eyes swirled restlessly, watching their patrol patterns in high-speed reverse.
C'mon baby, I know a way to keep us both warm while we wait.
Cassi let out a low growl, her rapier sliding from it's sheath with a screech and pointing back to where Max had just started to step forward.
"Save it, perv," she snapped impatiently. This caused his face to color somewhat in embarrassment, especially as some of the others snickered at his expense.
"Frigid bitch," he snapped under his breath. Cassi just rolled her eyes and went back to concentrating on their objective.
"Alright," she called, straightening. "They patrol in twos and threes, every fifteen minutes. We'll have our next opening in less than five. Prepare yourselves."
The others did as they were told. Moments later they were storming the testing site. Various magic powers slung this way and that, destroying vehicles and buildings alike. Cassiopeia twisted and turned through the snowbanks, her humming rapier slashing out in a deadly display.
Max suddenly came up on her left side, expression confused. "Hey. Who's that chick in the red?"
Cassi turned, and then gaped somewhat stupidly as her adopted mother came striding across the courtyard as bold as you please, seemingly oblivious to the chaos going on around her, head held high and movements determined. Max glanced at Cassi's dumbfounded expression, then back to Josetta. He took a step forward.
"Hey, who the hell are--,"
Josetta cracked him in the face with the basket hilt of her rapier, her stride never faltering. Max crumpled to the ground yet again, out cold.
Cassi stumbled back slightly, unsure just what to do, or what Josetta meant to do. Had she come to kill her for her betrayal? In some ways, it might actually be a relief. Yet instead of attack her, Jo just came to a stop in front of her, blue eye earnest and sad.
Both of them were now ignoring and largely ignored by everyone else around them.
Cassi slowly lifted her rapier--the one that this same woman had gifted her with on her birthday, which now seemed like an ancient lifetime ago. "Just walk away, Jo," the blond forced out, tone cold yet trembling with the emotion she was fighting to keep buried. "Don't make me do this."
Josetta's determined stare never wavered. "Cassi, second-sight or no, you know you can't beat me. Just put the sword away and come back with me." The redhead took another step forward. "Come home, Princess."
Cassi's sword was still rock steady despite the tears now rolling down her cheeks. She gasped a little at the pain, some of Clara's control slipping free, her silver eyes growing haunted. "I can't," she whimpered. "I . . . I'm too broken, Jo. I-I can't be put back together again. Too jagged and torn. I can't go back." There was a tortured finality in her tone as her stance suddenly changed, going from defensive to offensive. Her silver eyes began to swirl faster. "Not after this."
And then Cassiopeia Reyes-Hart launched herself at her mother, with every intention of forcing the older woman to put her down. Anything to end the pain.
