Belinda finds Tatyana

Date: 6 May 2016, MGChronicle

[05:06:21:17] <Tatyana>  The desolate winds of a once populated city blew the harsh specks of dust of the debris. The skies seemed to be on its route to the equally long night of the Overcity, seemingly fabricated through arcane to give the nocturne dwellers their own space. The empty plaza was decorated on all sides by crumbling buildings, a dead metropolis, far to the corners of the multi-dimensional hub world that nobody steps on, or at least wouldn't, unless they were forced to venture thus far for their own demented wanderlust, or perhaps on their way to attempt a hopeful return to the world of the living, from the more far off places they were put in by force or circumstance, or journeyed to. Regardless of which, there seemed to be clouds gathering upon the enlightened night sky, perhaps, the sign of an incoming storm. Shelters on a place as dead as this were few, and travelers would be forced to stop in their tracks to allow themselves a moment of dry solitude, instead of being the companion to the possible rain.
[05:06:21:20] <Tatyana>  Amongst the rubble, was a body, limp, still and covered in the gray dust. It seem to wear gallant autumn colours matched with gold, muddled by the dirt of the ground. It lay still, presumably dead from the world. A long,  golden cascade would spread across the ground in the place of the silhouette's head, it too in a strange mixture with the grey dust of the gravel.
[05:06:21:21] <Tatyana>  The nearly uniform-like armored cloak would be brilliantly well displayed if not stained by dust, and blood.
[05:06:21:45] <~Belinda> On and on a weary child walked, the ragged robe upon her tiny form caked with grayed ash and dark, burnt blood.  From time to time, she would stumble and fall, taking a few moments to rest before dragging her body upright, only for the cycle to again repeat.  The child occasionally broke the quiet of the evening with a harsh cough, the only other sound of life being her unsteady footfalls.
[05:06:21:57] * Tatyana would lay immobile in the corner of the child's path, her lifeless eyes staring at what should've been the last object of her gaze. Such would be a 6 foot sword, broad, golden and with inlays. It was a very well decorated blade. Her hand was stretched out to reach for her blade, but it fell limp before it could touch the handle.
[05:06:22:01] <Tatyana>  Meanwhile, the sky brought on more and more clouds, the darkness noticeable as the moonlight night sky faded into obscurity, the mantle of a full cloud starting to form over the two bodies that encountered themselves on the piece of abandoned land. It would seem like a normal cluster of thunderous clouds but...something was astray. Nothing a closer look would fix, but alas, the naked eye
[05:06:22:01] <Tatyana> would not perceive such in the darkness. The cold winds blew harsher upon the two, revealing the lifeless face of the young adult that was sprayed sideways upon the floor, the desperate inches left for her finger tips to touch her blade revealing her final struggle.
[05:06:22:12] <~Belinda> A... person? The lost child halted in her tracks, staring at the body of the unknown, fallen warrior.  This was not something she expected to see, rubbing her dull, sleepless orange eyes as if to confirm that the girl was real and not merely some figment born of a tired mind.  But no, the young woman looked quite real.  One shaky foot after the other, the child approached the body, her hands clasped together by her neck, as if in prayer.
[05:06:22:31] <Tatyana> The winds continued to blow with force and harshness, the cold air starting to grow in intensity. The night sky now completely darkened, small droplets would start to fall upon the two bodies. The roaring thunder within the clouds would echo in the distance as the ruins of a city would soon be dampened by the rain.
[05:06:22:33] * Tatyana remained motionless to the prayer. The small gape between her lips would almost make it seem that she was trying to pull a breath, but alas, her body remained motionless and dead.
[05:06:22:58] <~Belinda> The child shivered at the falling rain, the wetness not cleaning her robe so much as making it unpleasant and sticky once more.  Something glowed between her hands, just enough to give off the light of a candle flame. "Whatever happened to you, I pray your soul finds peace in the next life," the girl murmurs, reaching out to touch the fallen woman's forehead.
[05:06:23:11] <Tatyana>   The night was raided further by the storm, the lightning growling with a low tone in the distance as the rain started to increase in intensity. The small flame that the girl created could very easily be snuffed by the incoming rain that poured heavier and heavier upon the two. The lightning roared again in the distance, its sound akin to the steps of titans, coming to gather the body
[05:06:23:11] <Tatyana> of the fallen warrior that lays ungracefully upon the ground. The eyes of the deceased would not move, their body would not react, but when the young girl dared to approach and touch the woman...
[05:06:23:16] * Tatyana would give a static shock upon contact unwillingly. The girl would feel perhaps the tinge of a very slight warmth. A recent death, perhaps.
[05:06:23:36] <~Belinda> The child recoiled at the shock, her flame dying out beneath the downpour. A recent death? Wide-eyed, she rubbed her hands together in the rain to clean some of the grime from them. "If I had been here sooner, then maybe..." The child shook her head.  She would surely have made little difference in this woman's fate.  Still, something caused her to try and check for the woman's wounds, even knowing it must be futile.
[05:06:23:45] <Tatyana>  The thunderous steps sound closer and closer. The impact of the thunder now echoes closely to the area. Whatever it was that the fallen warrior faced, the storm came to mourn the deceased, and pherhaps claim her soul to the next life. As the girl checked for wounds, the rain and grime washed off some the blood and dust from her outfit. There was a dry gash on the side of her head that
[05:06:23:45] <Tatyana> trailed down her clothes. However, it had already dried and turned a stale copper colour, contrasting the notion of her death being recent.
[05:07:00:24] <~Belinda> Curious as the woman's wounds were when contrasted to her apparent warmth, the approaching storm struck fear into the child.  Some part of her recognized the dangers of being out in the open during a thunderstorm, especially one so unnervingly close by and still looming nearer.  She needed to find some measure of shelter from the storm in the ruins, at least until it abated.
[05:07:00:50] <Tatyana>  The ruins of the former bustling modern city had a few surfaces with decent cover around the general plaza. The thunder now hit the very center of the plaza, away from the two, illuminating the area and revealing these small crevices of cover. In the same instant the thunder sounded throughout the area...
[05:07:01:01] * Tatyana inhaled the smallest, most frailest breath she could conjure. Little by little her vision returns and her stretched hand tries to inch very slowly back into the handle of her equally tall sword. Her incredibly tiny movements went by unnoticed, most likely. In the meanwhile, in the darkness of the night, no one would see the thick, black mist seeping into her, contaminating her very
[05:07:01:01] * Tatyana nature, her very thoughts.
[05:07:01:06] <~Belinda> Not noticing the woman's movements, the lost child made a mad dash for the nearest piece of cover as if her life depended on it.  Indeed, it quite possibly did.  Fearfully, she tried to make herself smaller as she huddled beneath her small shelter. She pressed her hands over her ears by reflex, trying to dull the booming thunder into a more bearable rumble as she looked out at the storm.
[05:07:01:14] * Tatyana finally reached for her sword with the newfound strength in her. Life returning to her eyes, she forced herself to stand, stabbing her sword upon the ground as soon as she got on her knees. As the thunder cracked once more, her hulking shadow is cast upon the ruins. She would drag herself towars the thunder, her voice a low groan of someone who did not use their voice for a long time.
[05:07:01:30] <~Belinda> Under her temporary shelter, the child witnessed an apparently miraculous revival.  Still, even when she was now looking upon the first seemingly living person she had seen in weeks, still she was hesitant.  Whether from the storm or from discomfort at the sight of the woman's sword which easily dwarfed her in her entirety, the child remained where she was, huddled under her temporary shelter.
[05:07:01:48] * Tatyana dragged herself into the center of the plaza, exactly where the thunder hit, but alas, it would not hit thrice in the same post. Instead, she lifted up her massive blade and stabbed it upon the ground. As she raised her head to face the storm head on, lightning fell in a circle around her in a random order, until it fell upon her very being, electrifying her entire outfit, its hue
[05:07:01:48] * Tatyana changing into black colours with golden inlays. The storm recoils from the epicenter she created as all charge had disappeared from the clouds. The very clouds dissipate as she thrusts her sword into the air and lightning strikes upward. The moon shines upon her, and her electrified self strikes the ruins with a familiar grace and show of strength, all the while screaming out her rage.
[05:07:02:13] <~Belinda> When the lightning began to fall, the child cowered in the few shadows afforded by the ruins.  No, no, why did even the weather seem to seek her death?  Half deafened and beyond afraid, she still took a fleeting glance at the scene unfolding when it seemed the lightning may have stopped.  Despite the numerous trials she had faced in her wandering, a chill crept into the child's blood as she beheld the swordswoman's wrathful scream.  To be found by this newly arisen berserker would likely mean her death, so she could only stay low and try to watch for the threat of incoming sword strokes.
[05:07:02:36] * Tatyana would stop her own tracks as she looked up at the moon. In a surge of wrath, she raised her sword and cleaved the ground with the ammount of her strength she could muster, leaving a gash in the ground one final time. As the dust settled around her, she would finally come to voice herself at last. "YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME, IVORY HAIRED WITCH" She threatened to the girl in her memories. "YOUR BLOOD WILL WASH MY SWORD."  She continues, the lightning cackling across her very being with a black streak, , her former decorative outfit now covered in dark colours with shades of gold.
[05:07:02:54] <~Belinda> The way the woman handled that sword, the oaths she was roaring, these things struck a familiar chord in the lost child.  Oh no... this was bad!  Whether the woman addressed the oath to a stranger or to one of the pair of white-haired girls the child also knew, she was inclined to think it was the latter.  Either way, there was nothing she could do about it but cower in her hiding place.
[05:07:03:36] * Tatyana would pant heavily after her threats. Her expression of rage had left her exhausted and self-aware of her condition. It would only take a few moments for her grip on her sword to falter, allowing it to stab on the ground once more, until she fell to her knee and sobbed quietly her condition. "How did this happen..." She wails, her short moment of self awareness lived with the mourning of her former being. Her pose of knightly resignation would last as the corrupted lightning surrounded her while she wept.
[05:07:15:11] <~Belinda> For a moment, the child was conflicted.  She weighted the obvious danger and fear against her natural altruism, uncertain what she should do.  Had she been stronger, she would try to help the woman in some way.  But weary and afraid, she did not have such strength to draw upon.  Instead, the child fled into the night, away from the crumbling ruins and the mourning knight shrouded in lightning and shadow.
[05:07:15:35] * Tatyana would lament in isolation her own misfortune and curse. Corrupted by the endless gut of the void she was consumed by when the world she last stood in ended, the knightly magical girl shivered between her sorrowful hiccups, a small part of her cursing her new nature, her last scraps of light fading as each tear of hers clashed with the ground, her formerly gorgeous, golden, autumn resembling outfit riddled with black shades and gold. She knew her condition and she had no way to turn herself back. It was that child's fault. Had she not been there, had she not taken everything from us, we would still be a hero.
[05:07:15:48] <~Belinda> As the lost child stumbled on her way, her mind was filled with worry.  A strange warrior, with a fighting style that appeared somewhat familiar.  One who sought revenge, quite possibly against at least one of her former companions.  The child would have to warn those girls somehow, if ever she could find them again...
[05:07:15:48] * Tatyana raises her head, her once aquamarine eyes now featuring a darker emerald colour, with still swirls of her own darkness permeating her iris in mix betwen an orange and a crimson hue- "You've made me this way, ivory child. And this will be the last thing you see." She stands on her own two legs with a slow movement, like a warrior rising from their recent knighting. "Only then will I find my peace. Such is my new oath." She swears to herself, her hulking sword disappearing in a flash of lightning, her steps beginning in her return to whatever civilization she could find.