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tampered2008-08-29 09:55 pm
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When; August 29th, morning
Rating; PG?
Characters; Amelia![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fistsofjustice and Shiki concept_killer
Summary; Upset from recent events, Amelia tries to settle her mind. Shiki comes to haunt her.
Log;
Amelia didn't like for anyone to see her upset. Not this sort of upset. It felt uncharacteristic of her, something foreign and outside of herself, invading the body. With it dominating her body, she felt like someone she wasn't -- or someone that she shouldn't be.
So she left the apartment, heading towards the beach where she'd come for Chrono and Rosette. It was already difficult to tell where the fight had taken place; the beach, according to its ever-flowing nature, had rearranged the space, a combination of wind and water washing away telltale signs in the landscape. She stood there for long moments, trying to discern what had happened where and when. An impossibility.
They'd come here and fought because of her. Because Joshua had chosen to use her as a lure for Chrono. It wasn't personal -- she was just the bait. The damsel in distress used to hurt someone else. It wasn't romantic this time. It wasn't for her station. It wasn't even for Justice. It was just because she was there and because she could be used.
Hadn't she become the sort of person yet who could help rather than be a detriment?
She'd been happy that evening. She'd been distracted by that. Perhaps she should have been more forceful, more demanding. Worked harder. *Made* them see she was someone to be reckoned with, someone who wouldn't sit by and watch others be hurt while she stayed protected. Perhaps there were a lot of things she should have done.
She'd have to work harder. That was the only option. Become better. Become a more powerful force of Justice. Then these things wouldn't happen.
"Visfarank!" Her fists charged with energy, glowing with power, and she began to box the air in front of her, battling an invisible opponent. She would fight and train until she was tired, until the pent-up energy released and dissipated.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Amelia
fistsofjustice and Shiki concept_killerSummary; Upset from recent events, Amelia tries to settle her mind. Shiki comes to haunt her.
Log;
Amelia didn't like for anyone to see her upset. Not this sort of upset. It felt uncharacteristic of her, something foreign and outside of herself, invading the body. With it dominating her body, she felt like someone she wasn't -- or someone that she shouldn't be.
So she left the apartment, heading towards the beach where she'd come for Chrono and Rosette. It was already difficult to tell where the fight had taken place; the beach, according to its ever-flowing nature, had rearranged the space, a combination of wind and water washing away telltale signs in the landscape. She stood there for long moments, trying to discern what had happened where and when. An impossibility.
They'd come here and fought because of her. Because Joshua had chosen to use her as a lure for Chrono. It wasn't personal -- she was just the bait. The damsel in distress used to hurt someone else. It wasn't romantic this time. It wasn't for her station. It wasn't even for Justice. It was just because she was there and because she could be used.
Hadn't she become the sort of person yet who could help rather than be a detriment?
She'd been happy that evening. She'd been distracted by that. Perhaps she should have been more forceful, more demanding. Worked harder. *Made* them see she was someone to be reckoned with, someone who wouldn't sit by and watch others be hurt while she stayed protected. Perhaps there were a lot of things she should have done.
She'd have to work harder. That was the only option. Become better. Become a more powerful force of Justice. Then these things wouldn't happen.
"Visfarank!" Her fists charged with energy, glowing with power, and she began to box the air in front of her, battling an invisible opponent. She would fight and train until she was tired, until the pent-up energy released and dissipated.