Remove these bracelets

[drinkandforget]

Lethe knows better than to wish. She'd wished for nothing more than peace, and her planet finally found it - in the death and nothingness that follow in Galaxia's wake. But for Mnemosyne, she can't deny Mnemosyne anything. When the chance comes to be rid of Galaxia's bracelets and return to their bodies, she is there, hand in hand with her sister, ready to face whatever comes and grasp their future.

It isn’t what she wanted at all. Her skin sags. Her flesh reeks and her hand no longer maintains its grip. Her legs refuse to obey her and she lurches forward entirely without grace. Lethe is horrified to find herself in her body not as she remembers it, but as it is now.

“Our bodies...” Mnemosyne’s voice was slightly raspy as she spoke, as though it was getting caught in her throat somehow. “These are... our old bodies. Lethe..” she hasn’t quite seemed to have noticed it yet -- the smell of decaying flesh, the gobs of hair that have loosened from her head... “We can be whole again...” as she looks to her sister, her smile, usually simple and sweet -- has taken on a more sinister appearance -- her gums are clearly rotting. “Our bodies have returned...!”

(ooc: please let us know if you’d prefer a post order or separate threads, or which/both of the girls)

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[memorials]

It was what she had always wanted, wasn't it? To be whole again... To be reunited with her true form. So then, what was it about this that felt so... off? Was it the simple fact that she had been separated from herself for so long that now this body felt foreign?

This... was what she always wanted, wasn't it?

[drinkandforget]

Her steps are stuttering, slow. Something falls away from her. Can this body even last long? Most terrifying of all, she finds herself thinking of something that's never bothered her so much, not on a war-torn planet and not even in the hot desert.

"Hungry." The word takes on a potency of its own, she doesn't even complete the sentence.

[memorials]

"Yes..." she doesn't even need to think about it. The feeling is just there -- the need to put something in her mouth -- something warm, raw... fleshy. "Lethe... I want... to eat..." she reaches up to press against her cheek -- something feeling as though its running down the side. But when she pulls away, only a gob of skin, dripping away, can be seen on her thinning fingertips. "Feels... strange..."

[drinkandforget]

It does feel strange. It feels as if she's never eaten anything in her life. Strange that a body without any of its systems working should still feel compelled...

The hunger isn't coming from her stomach. She turns her head. Something, somewhere, surely, is the right thing to appease this gnawing lack.

"This way."

can I have Mnemosyne? >D

[waterfell]

Mercury takes in the shape before her, barely recognizable - no, unrecognizable indeed except for the scraps of fabric that still belong to the light dress and its senshi-uniform style collar.

She holds her weapon at the ready as the tattered form of Mnemosyne approaches.

"Stay back."

no never!!!

[memorials]

Her neck turns, the movements more like one jerk after another. Her eyes widen, or perhaps that's the skin giving way around the sockets. "Sailor... senshi..."

And she doesn't grant that one request. It's almost as though she can't even process it before her body starts to move on its own towards Mercury, her arms reaching out.

/SOBS IN CORNER

[waterfell]

It's horrifying. Right in front of her, this... creature is rotting away, falling apart. Even Mercury has to suppress a shudder.

She is well-trained. The weapon does not falter. She slashes her sword against the air, and a blast of energy hurls towards what was once Mnemosyne. How she expects it to stop this insensate body is a mystery perhaps to herself as well.

thats right. the price you'll pay is your brains!!!

[memorials]

Mnemosyne doesn't stop -- she doesn't even react to the attack being sent towards her. Her coherent mind is far too gone to put one and one together in order to dodge or block it -- and so as she ambles forward -- it hits her in her midsection.

That causes the girl to stop for a moment, looking down at the damage inflicted. There is a hole in the side of her body now, in the place the energy tore through her. But there is no pain. No reaction. Only flesh dripping off from this newly formed hole.

She looks up again towards Mercury, her mouth agape in a silent cry as she starts to move towards her target again.

she'll take lethe!

[mooneternal]

What is this... this grotesque scene? The smell burns her nostrils, as she covers her mouth, trying to stop herself from voicing an audible gag. Is that -- someone in the distance? She lowers her hands, a strange feeling starting to form in the pit of her stomach. Something wasn't right about them...

"Who... who's there?!"

reporting for duty! XD

[drinkandforget]

Whoever it is, she isn't moving right. Sightless eyes do nothing to bring her to Usagi; she shuffles closer by a simple sense that the thing she needs is near. Somewhere. Close. She can almost reach it.

As she comes nearer, it's hard to say what she might have been. The hair is thin, sparse and mostly fallen out already. The nose is crushed, depressed. The line of her jaw shows exposed bone.

She's coming closer still.

d... do me a favour and don't report next time...

[mooneternal]

There's a loud gasp as the figure in the distance comes closer into view. The fact that she's alive, looking in such a sad state, with what's obviously happening to her body... it enough for Sailormoon to have to stifle a cry behind her gloved hands again.

"What... what's going on?!" There's the urge to turn around and run... but that collar... this couldn't be -- a sailor senshi?!

I thought you LOVED me, Sailor Moon! Are you saying you don't?!

[drinkandforget]

Following the urge to run would be better. Lethe shambles irresolutely closer, drawn onward like some toy on a jagged string.

There is one thing she wants from Usagi, and it isn't brains.

"Sailor crystal." The words are monotone, guttural.

BOTH. Hit me up!

[thatoldthatkind]

The Doctor is horrified at the site. Partially because, yes, their bodies are falling away. But mostly because he never expected to see something like this in dreams. It's horrible. While he has his own nightmares, he wonders if this realy is a nightmare for them. Maybe it's what they want. Which makes it all the more terrifying.

He raises a hand and simply gulps down the feelings in his throat. "Are you alright? Of course you're not, you're rotting! How can you be alright? There has to be a reason--why are you--what happened?!"

number one!

[drinkandforget]

They never wanted this at all. They'd wanted the bodies denied them, the bodies taken from them, their true bodies - Mnemosyne had. Lethe had wanted the freedom, the removal of Galaxia's bracelets.

This was the condition those bodies were in, the cruel twist of fate to that earnest desire. It's too late for them, isn't it?

Dimly, very dimly, she seems to be aware of what the Doctor is asking. The words come slurred and mashed together by a tongue no longer capable of speaking them correctly.

"Our bodies. These are our bodies." Small wonder she calls them insignificant.

and double trouble!!

[memorials]

"Rot...ting?" Mnemosyne raises her hands in front of her, trying to focus on them, but her vision isn't as good as it was just earlier... "No, it's... it's not like that..." stiffly, she moves forward, arm outstretched, trying to reach for the doctor. "We're weak... we must be weak... some energy... s-something to eat...!" That was what she needed, yes! Of course! They'd certainly be stronger afterwards! Just a little taste...

Ladies ;)

[thatoldthatkind]

His hands shoot straight up and he steps back. There's a weak laugh. "No, no. No. I'm afraid I'm not much of a good meal. Terribly boney, me. No meat at all! Not to mention I've go t the wrong sort of energy. Not compatible. It'd just make you worse!"

The Doctor doesn't want to take a chance on them absorbing Time Lord energy.

Lethe?

[one_one_se7en]

His whole armor tucks around his weapon in a jolt as he aims everywhere. The Spartan's senses flare with the stench.

He's smelled it before.

at your orders!

[drinkandforget]

She doesn't seem to notice. That's the scariest part. Even as she falls apart - she bleeds flesh - Lethe staggers and shambles and stumbles forward. She stretches out her hand, as though beckoning. She's zeroing in on her target.

[one_one_se7en]

The tumble is disturbingly familiar to him. His firearm stays locked over her. The only warning she will get that he would shoot to kill if she steps closer.

But it's not the Flood.

No protuding flesh from any sides. No tentacles in her right arm. No barbed tendrils.

Could it be the virus that Leon once told him about?

both with post order, please? ;;

[repudiate]

[ Ange doesn't retch or wince at the sight of the girls, instead just quietly staring at the two of them. She doesn't look away though - she's telling herself to not look away. She's seen much worse, much worse has happened to her as well, so.. this much is nothing, watching it. Even if she recognizes both of the girls from the dresses.

She doesn't speak up either, though - instead just watching, waiting for the girls to notice her first. ]

you got it!

[memorials]

This smell... what is this delicious, tantalizing smell? Mnemosyne's head turns, perhaps a little more than a normal neck would allow, in order to put herself in the line of this sweet scent. Flesh, isn't it? Untainted, delicious... And for reasons she can no longer comprehend... she wants it.

Jerking towards the young woman, her head still turned in a grotesque manner, Mnemosyne begins to walk towards this new discovery, a moan choking its way up through her throat.

reporting in! XD

[drinkandforget]

Mnemosyne will have to share. Lethe feels the tantalizing nearness of something she wants. Something she needs.

Her body only responds to the very basic command, shambling forward. She does not speak. She does not even stop to notice the pieces of herself falling away.

Er uh.. Lethe for now?

[hero_complexed]

That smell. It's awful. He's heard the term indicating something as smelling like rotting flesh but he's never actually had the misfortune of stumbling across rotting flesh before. All at once he can't breathe and falls forward onto his hands in knees, gagging horribly at the smell and trying desperately to think of something to settle his stomach as it violently protests to the idea of staying in the area.

He can't even remember what he had been doing-he can only vaguely picture that blasted door in his mind. He takes a deep breath, almost afraid to open his mouth as he does and then collapses on to the ground beneath him, trying to will himself to get up and keep moving.

he can totally blast her apart. consider it justice. XD

[drinkandforget]

The stench only grows as Lethe draws near. The ragged grin, no smile but the result of the flesh pulled away from her lips, is as blind as her sightless eyes. But something, she senses something, because she keeps creeping closer, closer to Harry.

She wants something. She wants him. He'd better get up quickly.

Y-yay for the reductor curse? Though He'll use Stupefy

[hero_complexed]

Harry jerks as a sense of danger washes completely over him and he glances around quickly to see what's going on before noticing Lethe drawing close and closer to him. He back up several feet and springs up again, grasping quickly in his robes for his wand and brandishing it with a slightly shaky grip.

"D-Don't come any closer."