Jess Had A Great Sword That She Could Summon (literally Pull It From Her Aether, Out Of Thin Air) Called

1st Sun, 5th AM

Why is it, after all this time, I still hope for peace instead of violence?  That woman said it best, how can i be so naive?

Because I very nearly met the end of a blade, and it wasnt my fault.   I was hoping for peace that day too and it ended with a death.  even With her blood on my hands I know i was not fully to blame

and i know this man was evil i could see it written all over his stupid little face and in his aura   he had no remorse   I know he was sincerely scared of us all but he wasn’t apologetic, not enough to change.  But even despite that, he wasn’t armed.  His goons had fled.  He was no threat.

I fear so often that maybe we’re NOT in the right, not all the time.  How are we any different from that man, from Garlemald, from nemesis, if we’re willing to put a man to the sword with little justice except our own?   why do they think that just because we have such power that we have liberty to exercise it whenever we feel?   I was scared tonight - everyone seemed ready to murder this man.  for what reason??  he loaned money to one of ours and demanded payment back?  and when HE decided payment wasn’t enough, now we execute him?  Uldah has laws for his kind.   it’s not complete anarchy there

I hoped he’d want to live.  he made his choice, and i will not lose sleep tonight over the fact that he was cut down AFTER he tried attacking.  But I fear I will lose sleep knowing I am sleeping so close to people i consider my family because i keep seeing this side of them that is no different than the people i tried to entreat for peace before.

they took control of my mind and had me try to kill Lyta for them.   and I very nearly succeeded.

what will this “family” do to me when i oppose them again?

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Conflux, Pt. 9

Anafenza was still gawking in awed silence when the three women stepped off the lift and onto the main control room of the ship – the “bridge,” the Commander had called it – as the other officers sat at their positions, preparing the ship’s systems to send them home.

Ana had since changed into a similar jumpsuit as the Commander, though it was completely black with no special color.  She’d tried to ask for pink, but that wasn’t an actual color for a uniform.  Still, she had the top off, the arms tied around her waist, and was sporting a pink “sports bra” the Commander had decided to compromise on and allow her to wear.  The badge with her linkpearl pressed to the center was pinned on one of the sleeves around her waist.

She moved along one side of the bridge, stopping behind a Miqo’te man seated there.  “This is Lt. M’Ral, my operations officer.  He’s tying our chronometric sensors to the transporter in hopes that we can send you to your appropriate time periods using the residual aether…”

“He’s a Miqo’te!” Anafenza exclaimed in surprise, smiling wide.

The three others looked at her in surprise.  M’Ral looked slightly confused, then shook his head.  “Er, no.  I’m a Caitian…I’m not sure what a Miqo’te is…”

Anafenza bit her lip and shook her head.  “Sorry…it’s a race on my world.  You look…very similar…”

The man nodded.  “That is alright; I’m not offended.”  He pointed on the screen.  “Right now, there is a large flow of this ‘aether’ that we are still able to detect.  It is branching from a central location along three distinct paths.  We’re working out how to use those paths to transport you to those physical locations…”

A woman in a blue-shouldered uniform stepped forward.  She had a pattern of spots that went from her temples down her neck.  “And we’re using this ship’s chronometric navigational scanners to help transport you to your proper times.”

The Commander nodded. “Ladies, this is Nizeri Sano, my science officer.  And…yeah, that’s the plan we’re developing.  It’s nothing we’ve ever tried or even considered trying before…”

“And if it fails?” Stormy asked.

Sano shook her head.  “We would maintain our lock and pull you back to Rafale.  You’d be stranded here most likely…”  She tapped the panel on the wall, bringing up a new display for the women to look at. It showed the aether trails, ending at three distinct dots.  “Right now our present location, Earth, and your world are equidistant from one another…both in space and in time.  This is a phenomenon that just…should not be possible.  That all three of you would also be existing and have these connections, and wander to these specific locations at the same time is…a once in a lifetime experience.  But…” She tapped the display, and it began to move, showing a passage of time.  “We are drifting out of this sync phase.  The longer we go without executing this plan, the greater the risk of you not making it home.  If we don’t do this by tomorrow night…”

“Then we’re stranded in your universe,” Stormy finished.  Her face fell, her excitement now crashing with a reality of not getting home. Anafenza felt a similar pain in her chest at the thought of not making it home.

The Commander must have noticed this.  She smiled a little, then patted them both on the back.  “Well, if we only have till tomorrow night, let’s go celebrate.  C’mon; we’ll go to Hurricane Hal’s.”

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Absolutely terrifying.

OOC. Color tag, Anafenza.

Rules: Pick four colors you associate with your character. Then use the gif search-function and search for the color. Post one gif for each color. Tag 10 other roleplayers to do this. I can’t do this...but if you like it, then REPOST ! Do not reblog.

PINK (duh)

Grey

Deep Blue

Purple

Conflux, Pt. 7

Anafenza tugged on the small jewel embedded in her horn.  She twisted it and tugged, feeling a small pop in her horn as the pearl came free, chipping away some of the horn as she did so.  She handed is to the Commander, who was pulling out her scanning device – the “tricorder.”

“Alright, that takes care of the two of us.”  The Commander looked up to the other blue woman.  “Your phone; it’s still getting a signal, yeah?  That should help locate and isolate your signal as well.”

“I can do you even better,” Stormy grinned, pulling the slender, black, rectangular device from her pocket. “It’s tied to the medicom system; when it detects my lifesigns are hitting critical levels, it activates the emergency transport beacon to send me to the nearest hospital.”

“It’s tied to a system on Earth in your time with a full reading of your vitals!”  The Commander smiled wide and nodded.  “That’s great!  Let me pair it to my tricorder.”  She began tapping buttons on the device, then paused and looked up.  “Um…do you have a ‘blue tooth?’”

Stormy snickered, tapping the device’s screen before handing it over.  “Bluetooth is enabled; you can pair it to your tricorder?”

The Commander shrugged. “It should be sending the correct signal?  Oh! There we go.  Yes.”  She took the phone and began tapping on the screen, then set the two aside with her badge.  “That takes care of those.  Now how do we fit the linkpearl in?”

“I could…”  Anafenza began, thinking aloud.  “What if I activated it, and then we meld it to your badge, like a materia?”

The other two women looked at her with an expression that told Ana they had no idea what she just said. The auri sighed.  “We attach it to the badge after I activate it.”

Stormy raised her hand, starting to ask “what is a materia-“ when the Commander elbowed her to shut up, then nodded.  “Alright, let’s try that.”

The women gathered around, as the Commander looked at the pearl in one hand, and her comm badge in the other.  The badge was gold and silver, with a thin wire bent around in the shape of an arrow, and two gold strips behind it.  She shrugged, then shoved the pearl between the two gold strips in the center of the badge.

Anafenza and Stormy chuckled a little, and the Commander just looked up and nodded, satisfied with her work.  Her tricorder beeped then, and she picked it up to read off the screen.  “It’s Rafale; they think they have a solution and said to contact when we’re ready to try it.”

The three women all looked at one another.  Stormy spoke first.  “Well…if it doesn’t work…”

The Commander shook her head.  “It has to work.”

“If it doesn’t, alright?” Stormy shook her head.  “I do feel a little bad we didn’t…really get to learn more about each other.  But this was neat.  A very…interesting experience.”

Anafenza nodded in agreement.  “I..am sorry Jessika could not be here to share this with you.  I think she would have enjoyed meeting you both.  I certainly have.”

The Commander sighed and nodded.  “Would love to be able to share this with the scientific community if we make it out of here. Not just proof of parallel universes but even parallels across time as well.  This was incredible.  I just wish the circumstances were better.”  She smiled. “Are we all ready?”

After they all nodded, the Commander took a deep breath.  “Jess, activate your medicom; Ana, your linkpearl.  Then, Jess, take the badge, and charge up.”

Stormy tapped her phone, while Ana took the badge and pressed the pearl in the center.  She felt the small tug of aether as she activated it, connecting it to the lifestream, before handing it to Stormy. The blue woman held it tight, powering up her electricity again, then pressed the badge.  It chirped.

“Rafale, St. Peter. We’re ready!  Go with the plan!”

“We have you Commander. M’Ral tied the navigational chronometric sensors to the transporter system; we were able to trace the link to the tricorder, now we’re switching to the comm channel…”  The woman on the other end gasped.  “Whatever you’re doing over there, I can pick out all three distinct signals for you.  Keep it up: M’Ral, prepare to initiate transport!”

Stormy screamed.  “Whatever it is, hurry up!”

Anafenza looked around; the creeping Nothing was closing in faster.  Even the tree in the center was starting to disappear.  She grit her teeth, her scar suddenly burning.

A gravelly voice came across now.  “Positive lock through the aether interference, initiating quantum transport in five…four…three…”

Anafenza shrieked, the burning was far greater.  She could see the dark aether begin to roll off of her body now, in the same way it was rolling off the tree before.  Her vision blurred, and she felt like she was reaching out in the lifestream, her aether chasing something unseen, searching…

“Two…one…energize!”

Ana screamed over the sound of chimes in the air, and a swirling vortex of lights wrapped itself around each of the three women.  Her vision was consumed with light.

Conflux, Pt. 8

Anafenza awoke with a start again, her body feeling sore like she’d been swimming for malms upstream. She was lying on a bed, just big enough for her body to fit on top of, her tail uncomfortably folded under her and pushed to one side.  An extra pillow was folded and under her neck, helping to support her head so that all the weight wasn’t on her horns.  She was covered by a scratchy, wool blanket, and she could feel clothes covering her body, only adding to the discomfort.  There were bright lights above her, and she could tell she wasn’t in the disappearing cavern anymore.

Did…did it work?

She shifted, trying to move, and groaned a little as her sore muscles screamed in protest.

The rest of the space was sterile white walls and a plain grey carpet.  More of the beds were lined along the wall next to her bed, and over the head of each one on the wall was a dark glass window.  Most were off, but the one over her bed blinked and flashed with white characters and squares of varying shades of blue.  As she pushed herself up to rest on an elbow, one of the blue boxes flashed and turned red with a triangle symbol inside; she looked at it curiously, before turning to look around more.

There was some shuffling, and then a soft voice called out from around a corner.  “Oh!  You’re awake!”  A petite woman stepped around the corner, wearing an outfit similar to the Commander’s except that it was mostly white.  She had the same badge on her chest as Jessica, too.  Her light brown eyes smiled along with her wide lips.  “How do you feel, Ana?”

Anafenza coughed and shook her head, sitting up all the way.  “I know I’ve felt better.  Where am I? How do you know me?”

She smiled again.  “I’m Doctor Dubois; you’re onboard the Rafale.  You came with Jes- Commander St. Peter.”  Her cheeks went a little pink at her near misspeak, but Ana didn’t try to understand the reason for the embarrassment.  “When you materialized on board you collapsed on the transport pad; we brought you here to the sickbay.  It’s sort of a…hospital.”

Anafenza nodded.  “How long…have I been sleeping?”

“You were out for most of the day,” came a familiar voice, and Ana turned her head to see both Jessicas step through a double door that had separated with a whoosh.  Stormy looked like she was still excited beyond belief to be living in this fantasy.  The Commander moved near Dubois, and the two shared a silent look and a smile.  “Thanks, JD.”

The Doctor nodded and stepped back around the corner, leaving Ana and the Jessicas.  The Commander cleared her throat.  “We’re not sure if it had to do with the ‘aether’ in the cavern, or if it is unique to your race, but the scar grew while we were being rescued.”

Anafenza pulled up her top to check underneath, not minding when the two woman glanced away for a moment as she flashed them.  Sure enough, the snaking, ivy-like mass of scales reached up beyond her collarbone now, just resting at the base of her neck.  It wound down further past her waist; a quick check of her legs rewarded her with more of the scales down nearly to her left knee now.  She sighed and shook her head.  “I do not know; it’s nothing to do with my race, I know that. The curse expanded?”

“I don’t know about curse, but it certainly helped,” Stormy chimed in, hopping over and settling down at the foot of the bed.  She put a comforting hand on Ana’s leg and gave her a small squeeze.  “The Commander’s crew says that their transport system was able to find us easier and rescue us because of the beacon you became.  It was like you said; you guided them to us.”

Anafenza smiled.  “I’m…glad it helped.  I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad it helped?”  The three of them laughed a little.

“Now to get you two home,” the Commander remarked, and the other two nodded.  “We have a theory for how, but we’re still finishing the final simulations.  Until then, you’re guests on the Rafale, and I’d like to show you both around.”

Stormy smiled wide and nodded, before suddenly pausing and shaking her head.  “Wait…when do you wipe our memories?  Don’t you have some kind of ‘temporal prime directive?’”

The Commander shrugged. “We’re willing to make an exception to the policy.  Too much has happened, and if I want to remember it, I’m sure both of you would like to as well.  I don’t want to take that away.”

Anafenza nodded. “That would be nice, yeah.”

This Journal is Earning its Keep...

I don’t know if he felt the same way.  I know for me it was...odd?  To just hold a conversation with...some disinterest?  To not focus on his voice and just his words?

And to not act like anything happened, and yet for it to be apparent that it was not ok?  I think I make sense.  I know what I mean, shut up.

Lyta is Lyta.  That she has lovers has always been constant.  I wish I could know what it is about her.  But so does Kahlua.  Anzu.  Sasari.  Wicked white, even Kaoru now, they have someone they are seeing romantically.  Not sure why that bothers me...

What is it about me?  Why am I unlovable?  What do they see about me that I can’t see?  What is it about them that I cannot be?

Is it this scar?  Is Suzume right?  I killed that woman, and now I’m the monster?  And they all see it in me?

The Fiery Moon ( @eightswordsparrow ), the River Knight ( @stormscream ), and a Wizard, looking for some research materials within the Gubal Library.

“It’s weird how there’s such a big section just for romance novels? And. That it’s so close to the historical records?”

Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

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