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genessia2015-04-03 12:20 am
deadlysakura) wrote in genessia2015-04-03 12:20 am
Entry tags:
LOG - shared memory
WHO: Zoisite and anyone
WHAT: Zoisite's memory
WHERE: The Bay, Nova City
WHEN: March 31st
WARNINGS: Mild violence
He'd had him! He'd had Tuxedo Mask within his grasp, he was almost history but then-out of nowhere, that beam slicing across his hand! And his prey, gone!
"We may have a problem, Kunzite..." The look on his mentor's face was not a pleased one, Zoisite's heart sinking as he gave the bad news. I had him, I let him get away and he still has the Rainbow Crystals!
"You had one job to do, and you let him escape?" He flinched, almost like a puppy that had been kicked. Disappointing Kunzite was a fate on par with death, he felt like an idiot for being so careless. A mumbled apology, then a quick grab for what remained of his confidence.
"We can still get him! As long as the Sailor Guardians remain trapped in the dome!"
And that was their second wind. Victory was close, the Guardians struggling and whimpering in pain, Tuxedo Mask finally showing his pathetic face, about to hand over the Rainbow Crystals-
"CRESCENT BEAM!"
That voice! Before either of them could react, the beam sliced across Kunzite's hands, no!! Zoisite cried out, more horrified that his lover was hurt than at the sight of the dome shattering, the Guardians gasping for breath. With a snarl, he pushed himself in front of Kunzite. He'd make those little pests pay for this, you hurt him, nobody hurts Kunzite and lives to tell about it! Nobody!
"Zoisite! Kunzite! Return to me at once!"
Queen Beryl. She sounded angry, demanding, refusing to explain. Defeated, he and Kunzite teleported back to the Dark Kingdom.
We almost had him. We almost had them!
---
The memory fades, leaving a humiliated and angry Zoisite. He'd done his best to forget those feelings while he was here, focusing on a new and better plan, but seeing it unfold before him all over again opened those wounds. He's shaking with anger, anyone who walks by is free to voice concern, mock him or tell him he deserved it.
WHAT: Zoisite's memory
WHERE: The Bay, Nova City
WHEN: March 31st
WARNINGS: Mild violence
He'd had him! He'd had Tuxedo Mask within his grasp, he was almost history but then-out of nowhere, that beam slicing across his hand! And his prey, gone!
"We may have a problem, Kunzite..." The look on his mentor's face was not a pleased one, Zoisite's heart sinking as he gave the bad news. I had him, I let him get away and he still has the Rainbow Crystals!
"You had one job to do, and you let him escape?" He flinched, almost like a puppy that had been kicked. Disappointing Kunzite was a fate on par with death, he felt like an idiot for being so careless. A mumbled apology, then a quick grab for what remained of his confidence.
"We can still get him! As long as the Sailor Guardians remain trapped in the dome!"
And that was their second wind. Victory was close, the Guardians struggling and whimpering in pain, Tuxedo Mask finally showing his pathetic face, about to hand over the Rainbow Crystals-
"CRESCENT BEAM!"
That voice! Before either of them could react, the beam sliced across Kunzite's hands, no!! Zoisite cried out, more horrified that his lover was hurt than at the sight of the dome shattering, the Guardians gasping for breath. With a snarl, he pushed himself in front of Kunzite. He'd make those little pests pay for this, you hurt him, nobody hurts Kunzite and lives to tell about it! Nobody!
"Zoisite! Kunzite! Return to me at once!"
Queen Beryl. She sounded angry, demanding, refusing to explain. Defeated, he and Kunzite teleported back to the Dark Kingdom.
We almost had him. We almost had them!
---
The memory fades, leaving a humiliated and angry Zoisite. He'd done his best to forget those feelings while he was here, focusing on a new and better plan, but seeing it unfold before him all over again opened those wounds. He's shaking with anger, anyone who walks by is free to voice concern, mock him or tell him he deserved it.