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we_bring_hellHarrow 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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Date: 2020-10-18 05:23 pm (UTC)"Not ... not yours."
"Harrow -- come back--"
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Date: 2020-10-18 05:26 pm (UTC)The spectre in the hazmat suit steps closer, reloading.
"You're not one of her ghosts. You have no idea what you're meddling in." She snaps the shotgun closed.
"Believe me, they deserve it. I'm exactly what they deserve."
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Date: 2020-10-18 06:14 pm (UTC)He struggles to rise, planting his other hand flat against the ground as he tries to push himself upward.
"I will not let it happen."
(Again, echoes in the air around them. Failure. Again.)
"You do not get to decide."
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Date: 2020-10-18 06:29 pm (UTC)But the sword isn't right; heavy, black, straight, double-edged. She stands over Lan Wangji and raises it.
"I don't relish killing another child of Eden. But what would you do?"
"If you had one shot--one opportunity--to seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment, would you capture it? Or just let it slip?"
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Date: 2020-10-18 07:26 pm (UTC)He stares flatly up at her, gaze clear and unafraid and challenging.
"I would act."
A beat.
"Do what you must."
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Date: 2020-10-18 07:49 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2020-10-18 07:53 pm (UTC)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.