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we_bring_hell) wrote2020-10-16 04:21 pm
we_bring_hell) wrote2020-10-16 04:21 pm
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Harrow knows every inch of the Ninth; knows it better than anyone else, for is she not the one who climbed the Anastasian Monument?
Perhaps that is how she found this door.
Squinting in the brutal light and slightly heavier gravity, Harrow Nova runs through her rapier forms. She is small, hardly the typical necro suitcase of the Ninth, but she is lithe and fast and ruthless. She is slim but muscular in cast-off dusty blacks; her abbreviated, pinned back robe flares behind her like raven wings.
She's been wielding the black blade for seven years, but the chain in her offhand is new and she has to integrate it into her repertoire. The chain is pure black Drearburh steel, every link a death's head, the weighted end a carved butterfly of pelvis in lead-filled bone. It is heavy--she is not--and once it gains momentum it moves like a living thing, an unforgiving dance partner.
She will master it. She will supplant the cavalier primary. She will accompany the Reverend Daughter to the First House.
Perhaps that is how she found this door.
Squinting in the brutal light and slightly heavier gravity, Harrow Nova runs through her rapier forms. She is small, hardly the typical necro suitcase of the Ninth, but she is lithe and fast and ruthless. She is slim but muscular in cast-off dusty blacks; her abbreviated, pinned back robe flares behind her like raven wings.
She's been wielding the black blade for seven years, but the chain in her offhand is new and she has to integrate it into her repertoire. The chain is pure black Drearburh steel, every link a death's head, the weighted end a carved butterfly of pelvis in lead-filled bone. It is heavy--she is not--and once it gains momentum it moves like a living thing, an unforgiving dance partner.
She will master it. She will supplant the cavalier primary. She will accompany the Reverend Daughter to the First House.
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And then the sound changes.
It is not a monotonous bone-rattling hum, but a melody that wicks the energy from the blade as soon as it forms, pulling it toward Lan Wangji. The black cloud wraps around him like a shield, an embrace; within seconds it blots him entirely from view.
Lan Zhan. Hold on.
The music arcs higher to a piercing clarion call, grabbing hold of this living being who should not be wandering the world of ghosts.
When it cuts out, and the smoke abruptly collapses into nothing, Lan Wangji is gone.
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Her face knots in fury as she heads for the heart of the mind she's invaded. Enough fucking around.
(No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed)
Kia hua ko te pai.