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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Mirror Images...

[Assorted - World Building - NR]
Mirror | rorriM
Flora | aunaF


She smiles like she always does.

Her beaming face like a beacon of hope for the sick. Her presence sweeping a crossed the sick bay like an angel's soothing grace, her pink curls pinned back from her face to frame rose-pink eyes.

Dancing through the halls with blankets in one hand and a tray of hello in the other, her feet tap out a pattern of excitement. For her the idea of death is far off. To this pink colored joy there is no such thing.

Tapping her way to a bed next to a small window, she twirls to a stop. Her pink eyes sparkle with joy and love, "Hi, hi!" A tiny form shifts in the bed, their toes barely reaching halfway down the adult sized furniture, hospital sheets crinkling with their tiny movements. "Food time~!"

Large blue eyes that are hazy from sleep blink open. A weary smile is given when the haze clears and those blue eyes focus, "... H...hi..." The voice is so tiny it might as well have been a wispy breeze rather than a child's voice. But the pink haired lady just beams huge, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She places the blankets over the child who's body is too tired to even shiver to help produce body heat. And then, with the tray on her lap, she starts to spoon feed the child. It takes several minutes to get through even the smallest of bites.


The child far too weak to being forced to eat food again. But the sick bay can't keep them here forever so Flora has taken it upon herself to nurse them back to tip top shape.

Its as the child finishes that she feels her skin tingle. Something isn't right. At first she thinks its the calm child gazing at her, but the her heart clenches and she knows that's not it.


No only one thing can make her feel like this.

With her dazzling smile she stands and ruffles the child's hair, "Be back." She walks to the window, her pink gaze widening before lowering her head and touching that reflective surface inside her. Pink eyes become a sour yellow color as the smile slips from her face. "You've got to be kidding me."

Pink curls whip around as the yellow eyed girl turns and storms from the sick bay, face set in an unamused expression. Soon she reaches the sterile area's double doors and throws them open and plays with her earring. A crackle is heard before the com-link comes online.

"Fauna here," Her tone is a no nonsense one as she slips on her gloves, her body zinging with energy. "We have a breech by the Fourth Division Sick Bay. I'll need back up." Her flats touch the gravel road of the mid range division, sparking sensations through her at a rapid pace, feedback to her brain causing her to immediately go into what Daddy calls "hunter mode".

In the distance she can smell it, like a loaning stench of death and hatred. Her nose will guide her there.


Closing her eyes she feels her body move, like a graceful dance a crosses a stage. It doesn't take long before she comes to a lazy walk. Yellow eyes open as a playful smile slips into play.

"I can smell you."

A growl comes from her right and her eyes open in time for her to bring her arms up to block the flying tail. It stings slightly as hard armor slams into her more plush skin. But she's tougher than any human.

She's an Eight after all.

So she gives the monster before her the brightest and kindest smile, "Wraths like you should know better than to hunt in my city." It roars at her as if it understands and she just laughs as its claws come rushing at her.
She catches them, holding the creature in place. It snarls at her, but she's an A rank strength and defense for a reason. Their natural strengths are equal.

"Looks like we're stuck, huh?"

If she wanted to she could go all out on this thing, almost like a huge russet lizard. Its claws are bigger than she is. If it decides to use its brain it could try actually snapping its jaws at her. Its teeth are more of fangs, she can see the venom sacks from here.

The Wrath's forked tongue flicks out at her as if its deciding if biting her is worth the while. Neither of the opponents want to waste energy. As a matter of fact they would both prefer to stay as they are until the other gives. One starving, the other has to get back to a child, both working on a timed schedule.

Fauna sighs through her nose. Minutes have ticked by. But suddenly her nose picks up a scent, one that's familiar. Her lips pull into a playful smile as she shoves the lizard back. Their jaws come snapping at the same time.

A flash of red blurs past yellow eyes. The Wrath howls in pain, its head snapping to the side with a force so strong that it knocks a tooth free. Then angry crimson eyes turn onto the pink haired female, "You couldn't wait, could you?"

Fauna giggles, "Hello, Thorn." She clasps her hands together behind her back and rocks on her heels. "I was sure Daddy would find you in time... So? Shall we?"

Thorn sighs, anger melting away as cold logic finally settles in Rose no longer fighting for control as the Wrath shifts its weight to face the two of them. "Yes." One word is all that needs to be spoken between the two Eights. Together they make a perfect A rank Eight, its why they are often fighting side by side.

Fauna defends the two, her dancing footwork steady and solid while Thorn flows like a raging river and strikes like a swarm of bees. It doesn't take long for the two to drive the Wrath back to the wall surrounding their city. The creature is injured and tired, it makes it over the wall as Fauna holds up her hand for a high five. Thorn leaves her hanging for a moment before touching finger tips with the other, palm touching being something that makes strange feelings bubble up in the Soul and causes the Heart to struggle and become agitated.

Pink eyes beam, "Good Thorn, Flora happy!" The pink eyed, pink haired girl bounces and crimson eyes close before opening to being a crystal red. "Oh. Hi, hi. Mmm..." Flora remembers the child waiting for her and jumps away from Rose. "Hi, bye. Flora help child. Flora go." Rose nods, her blank gaze softening slightly to show acceptance and happiness.

So Flora runs off, her grin huge as she passes by those who are scared. Her very presence calming them and her heart sours.

She smiles like she always does.

Inviting others to join in the joy and hope she brings them. Her feet dancing to a tune of happiness that only she can hear.

She smiles like an angel who has come to save you from suffering, because, in the end, she only wants one thing. She wants someone to smile at her with their soul and heart just like she tries to do for them.

She smiles like she always does in hope to return joy to those without hope.

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