I can't help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
"Red Ranger... I'll see that you pay for this, if it's the last thing I ever do!" That had been Ecliptor's voice.
Astronema hadn't been dead. She had, however, been drained of energy from one reflected shot of her own amplified power. It was bad enough that she couldn't even move her eyes to show Ecliptor she was alive when he rushed to her. But somehow, perhaps through willpower alone, she at least remained conscious.
Which meant that she saw, through barely-cracked eyelids, her mentor and father-figure turn to dust. Even as the powder rained down from Ecliptor's attempt to shield her, the power that had done it had grabbed at her mind. But before it could pull...
Astronema woke up.
She was laying just the same as on the Dark Fortress, only now she was on a strange, small bed rather than on a metal floor. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, amazed that she could even do so yet, and mentally felt around in her rather extensive energy reserves. She'd never been out of energy like that before in her entire life, not even during training.
But now, it was almost back to normal... already? Just what had that blast been made out of, besides something that would apparently try to 'correct' her nature? The Queen of Darkness sat up slowly with a creak of armor, and surveyed the dark cavern of the Bay.
She opened her mouth to call for Ecliptor... and then closed it in silence.
Ah, yes. The dust.
A sweep of her power gathered all the fine golden powder that had traveled with her into her cupped palms. The sorceress sat for a while, ignoring the white box in her lap, just gazing down at that dust. Some time passed. She didn't know how long; didn't care.
Eventually, she closed her hands around the dust in a protective gesture. When she opened them again, it was all gone. De-summoned to whatever void things went to when she stored them; safe.
Now, to see about this place. With an absent gesture, Astronema de-summoned the box she'd awoken with, as well. She would examine it later. The sorceress climbed out of the pod-bed, and her boots sank into liquid. Astronema's expression twisted with disgust before smoothing into cold arrogance as she lifted her chin. A flash of purple energy and she'd teleported from beside the pod to solid ground. Another flash, and her staff was in her gloved hand.
She ignored the slow crumbling of the cybernetic implant on the side of her face; that was dust she didn't care about.
When the hologram was triggered, Astronema stared coldly at it for a moment before turning to the magazine stand and plucking a map from it to look over. She continued to act like she wasn't listening to the device, but every word was cataloged, even as she studied the map.
"...So," Astronema finally spoke, for the very first time on this world. "It seems I've finally gone mad."
Huh, said her casual tone, that took longer than I expected.
[ OOC: current appearance is from the end of PRiS. ]
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
"Red Ranger... I'll see that you pay for this, if it's the last thing I ever do!" That had been Ecliptor's voice.
Astronema hadn't been dead. She had, however, been drained of energy from one reflected shot of her own amplified power. It was bad enough that she couldn't even move her eyes to show Ecliptor she was alive when he rushed to her. But somehow, perhaps through willpower alone, she at least remained conscious.
Which meant that she saw, through barely-cracked eyelids, her mentor and father-figure turn to dust. Even as the powder rained down from Ecliptor's attempt to shield her, the power that had done it had grabbed at her mind. But before it could pull...
Astronema woke up.
She was laying just the same as on the Dark Fortress, only now she was on a strange, small bed rather than on a metal floor. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, amazed that she could even do so yet, and mentally felt around in her rather extensive energy reserves. She'd never been out of energy like that before in her entire life, not even during training.
But now, it was almost back to normal... already? Just what had that blast been made out of, besides something that would apparently try to 'correct' her nature? The Queen of Darkness sat up slowly with a creak of armor, and surveyed the dark cavern of the Bay.
She opened her mouth to call for Ecliptor... and then closed it in silence.
Ah, yes. The dust.
A sweep of her power gathered all the fine golden powder that had traveled with her into her cupped palms. The sorceress sat for a while, ignoring the white box in her lap, just gazing down at that dust. Some time passed. She didn't know how long; didn't care.
Eventually, she closed her hands around the dust in a protective gesture. When she opened them again, it was all gone. De-summoned to whatever void things went to when she stored them; safe.
Now, to see about this place. With an absent gesture, Astronema de-summoned the box she'd awoken with, as well. She would examine it later. The sorceress climbed out of the pod-bed, and her boots sank into liquid. Astronema's expression twisted with disgust before smoothing into cold arrogance as she lifted her chin. A flash of purple energy and she'd teleported from beside the pod to solid ground. Another flash, and her staff was in her gloved hand.
She ignored the slow crumbling of the cybernetic implant on the side of her face; that was dust she didn't care about.
When the hologram was triggered, Astronema stared coldly at it for a moment before turning to the magazine stand and plucking a map from it to look over. She continued to act like she wasn't listening to the device, but every word was cataloged, even as she studied the map.
"...So," Astronema finally spoke, for the very first time on this world. "It seems I've finally gone mad."
Huh, said her casual tone, that took longer than I expected.
[ OOC: current appearance is from the end of PRiS. ]
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