Interlude | Arriving to Death City
[This interlude of sorts describes War's arrival to Death City, as well as her reasoning behind why she was brought there, etc. Also known as the third-person sample in War's application.]
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War looked at the dry piece of bread on the table in front of her, which the waitress of the Happy Porker café had tried to pass as a cheese sandwich. She poked it with a perfectly manicured finger-- yep, it was just as hard as it looked-- and decided to leave it alone. She wasn’t hungry, anyway; being on the verge of starting the Apocalypse did that to a Horseperson.
She felt excited, almost jittery. It was finally happening: Armageddon was just around the corner and War felt almost like a child on Christmas day, or as if she were celebrating her birthday, even though Horsepeople of the Apocalypse didn’t really have birthdays. But this was something she had waited her entire existence for, her ultimate goal in life-- if it could even be called a life-- and it was so close to happening, she could almost touch it…
Then, all of a sudden, she felt something she had never felt before, in her very long life: a wave of nausea so strong she had to clutch the table in front of her to steady herself, but it was just not enough, not nearly enough to stop her body from swaying and her eyes from closing--
-- and War woke up with a jolt, on the floor of a darkened room. It wasn’t a place she had ever been at before, and it was completely different from the disgusting café she had been at just moments ago; she didn’t know where she was, but she knew one thing: she had been brought there against her will.
Things just didn’t happen like that. It was one thing to snap your fingers and have a civil war explode around you, or to launch nuclear missiles with something as simple as a loving caress to a panel of instruments you most definitely did not have the security codes for. No, it was something different altogether. There was only one way War could have been thrown in so abruptly into a completely different place: the AntiChrist was the one responsible for it.
But why? Why did he do such a thing? Just as that thought came to mind, three large screens flickered to life and War listened with rapt attention, a slow, knife-like smile forming on her lips as the information sunk in. This was a test, it had to be: that was the only explanation behind her sudden appearance in this strange place. He must have wanted to test her abilities before the Apocalypse took place. She wasn’t happy about the ‘loss of powers’ this Spirit Albarn man spoke of-- saying she was furious about it would have been a severe understatement-- but she wouldn’t let it stop her: she had always enjoyed a challenge, after all
A war, huh? And this Shibusen institute expected her to help them? Oh, she most gladly would… just not in the way they wanted her to.
Slowly, War walked to the exit of the Kishin chamber, already plotting how to make Death City’s squabble with the Witches much, much worse.
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War looked at the dry piece of bread on the table in front of her, which the waitress of the Happy Porker café had tried to pass as a cheese sandwich. She poked it with a perfectly manicured finger-- yep, it was just as hard as it looked-- and decided to leave it alone. She wasn’t hungry, anyway; being on the verge of starting the Apocalypse did that to a Horseperson.
She felt excited, almost jittery. It was finally happening: Armageddon was just around the corner and War felt almost like a child on Christmas day, or as if she were celebrating her birthday, even though Horsepeople of the Apocalypse didn’t really have birthdays. But this was something she had waited her entire existence for, her ultimate goal in life-- if it could even be called a life-- and it was so close to happening, she could almost touch it…
Then, all of a sudden, she felt something she had never felt before, in her very long life: a wave of nausea so strong she had to clutch the table in front of her to steady herself, but it was just not enough, not nearly enough to stop her body from swaying and her eyes from closing--
-- and War woke up with a jolt, on the floor of a darkened room. It wasn’t a place she had ever been at before, and it was completely different from the disgusting café she had been at just moments ago; she didn’t know where she was, but she knew one thing: she had been brought there against her will.
Things just didn’t happen like that. It was one thing to snap your fingers and have a civil war explode around you, or to launch nuclear missiles with something as simple as a loving caress to a panel of instruments you most definitely did not have the security codes for. No, it was something different altogether. There was only one way War could have been thrown in so abruptly into a completely different place: the AntiChrist was the one responsible for it.
But why? Why did he do such a thing? Just as that thought came to mind, three large screens flickered to life and War listened with rapt attention, a slow, knife-like smile forming on her lips as the information sunk in. This was a test, it had to be: that was the only explanation behind her sudden appearance in this strange place. He must have wanted to test her abilities before the Apocalypse took place. She wasn’t happy about the ‘loss of powers’ this Spirit Albarn man spoke of-- saying she was furious about it would have been a severe understatement-- but she wouldn’t let it stop her: she had always enjoyed a challenge, after all
A war, huh? And this Shibusen institute expected her to help them? Oh, she most gladly would… just not in the way they wanted her to.
Slowly, War walked to the exit of the Kishin chamber, already plotting how to make Death City’s squabble with the Witches much, much worse.