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This story started as a one-shot, but then it started eating and me and now I want to write more... I also really love the stark contrast between the narration and the dialogue. More
Title: Graffiti Trails
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Ami--Graffiti
Genre: Drama
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
The graffiti, to one who could follow its meaning, presented a clear trail, but the guards told her just how right she was.
“Eh, eh,” she said, raising her hands and submitting to a search every few ruins.
“Who’s tats?”
“Far ward.”
“Gang ‘in’t ally.”
“’In’t blood-feud eter.”
She covered up the tattoos covering her arms, something she never would have done if she hadn’t been so far away that the gangs she had known as being in the far north were so far south no one here had heard of them. “Wanna see boss,” she insisted each time she was stopped.
They let her through eventually. She didn’t have any weapons on her, her tattoos weren’t from a rival ward that they knew of.
The graffiti trail grew more elaborate as she went forward. The main color was blue, but there were roses and other pictures she’d never seen before. It smelled more and more like water and less like the tang of radiation she had never noticed before because it so permeated the shattered world.
The ward boss treated with such reverence by its inhabitants was the oldest woman she’d ever seen, white-haired and heavily wrinkled. If there was a chance for her quest succeeding, this was it.
A gutter rat wouldn’t have known how to act around a ward boss, other than to scamper away when kicked, but her gang had taught her well after she’d joined and she’d do them proud. One hand on her heart and one on her temple, she bowed as properly as she knew.
“You’ve come from very far away. Why do you want to see me so much?”
The woman’s voice was smooth and rich, like deep-running water, with too many syllables.
“’Eard boss from b’fore.”
“Before the nuclear disaster? Yes. Yes, I was.”
“’Possed ta tell…” she screwed up her eyes to remember the exact sound of the message she was supposed to deliver. “‘The Senshi reawaken. This is Bunny-of-the-Moon. Send along on her mystic quest your successor to Mercury.’” She opened her eyes and smiled proudly at having recited her message perfectly, even if all she understood of it was that her name, Bunny, was in it.
Old Ami-of-the-Waters studied the strawberry-blonde girl of the post-apocalyptic world, with no idea of the “mystic quest” she was on. “My princess.”
Title: Graffiti Trails
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Ami--Graffiti
Genre: Drama
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
The graffiti, to one who could follow its meaning, presented a clear trail, but the guards told her just how right she was.
“Eh, eh,” she said, raising her hands and submitting to a search every few ruins.
“Who’s tats?”
“Far ward.”
“Gang ‘in’t ally.”
“’In’t blood-feud eter.”
She covered up the tattoos covering her arms, something she never would have done if she hadn’t been so far away that the gangs she had known as being in the far north were so far south no one here had heard of them. “Wanna see boss,” she insisted each time she was stopped.
They let her through eventually. She didn’t have any weapons on her, her tattoos weren’t from a rival ward that they knew of.
The graffiti trail grew more elaborate as she went forward. The main color was blue, but there were roses and other pictures she’d never seen before. It smelled more and more like water and less like the tang of radiation she had never noticed before because it so permeated the shattered world.
The ward boss treated with such reverence by its inhabitants was the oldest woman she’d ever seen, white-haired and heavily wrinkled. If there was a chance for her quest succeeding, this was it.
A gutter rat wouldn’t have known how to act around a ward boss, other than to scamper away when kicked, but her gang had taught her well after she’d joined and she’d do them proud. One hand on her heart and one on her temple, she bowed as properly as she knew.
“You’ve come from very far away. Why do you want to see me so much?”
The woman’s voice was smooth and rich, like deep-running water, with too many syllables.
“’Eard boss from b’fore.”
“Before the nuclear disaster? Yes. Yes, I was.”
“’Possed ta tell…” she screwed up her eyes to remember the exact sound of the message she was supposed to deliver. “‘The Senshi reawaken. This is Bunny-of-the-Moon. Send along on her mystic quest your successor to Mercury.’” She opened her eyes and smiled proudly at having recited her message perfectly, even if all she understood of it was that her name, Bunny, was in it.
Old Ami-of-the-Waters studied the strawberry-blonde girl of the post-apocalyptic world, with no idea of the “mystic quest” she was on. “My princess.”