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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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There's a moment of triumph, of smug confidence. This wasn't even a hard battle; is that all you have, sailor senshi?!

Then something happens. Something doesn't feel right, and the wound on her arm becomes evident. The wound on her arm...

She feels all the horror of it as her body starts to change.

Although there is a deep freeze beginning to set into her broken, flimsy body... it doesn't stop Mnemosyne from trying to move. It is not about freeing herself, there isn't that much understanding of the situation she's in -- only a burning need to continue forward... to keep moving. Keep trying to attain that one thing...

The smell in the air was beginning to change... no longer sweet and tempting, now becoming something less desirable altogether...

The ice recedes; Mercury's attention is taken up by something else entirely. She wavers on her feet, still coherent enough to wonder: is this other one near her an ally, or competition for the same quarry?

The horror of what she's become hasn't sunk in, yet.

Mnemosyne is moving again before the ice has completely released her. With one jerking step forward, the force is enough to snap off her foot at the ankle. It doesn't stop her though -- from ambling forward on the bone, limping forward, closer towards Mercury...

It sinks in then. She doesn't want to fight Mnemosyne. She doesn't want to kill Mnemosyne.

She wants to rip and rend and tear and feed. She wants to sink the teeth she still has into soft flesh, taste it like the tang of iron on her tongue. She moves unsteadily forward.

She's close enough to attack now, however, as Mnemosyne reaches forward, she unsteadily moves past Mercury's changing form. This one no longer holds any interest for her. Ruined by the same disease, the same virus that has turned Mnemosyne into this... her meat is no longer a thing to be craved. It's tainted. Turned.

Surely there must be something more desirable further ahead.

Narrowly saved, Mercury separates from Mnemosyne, from some instinct that tells her hunting alone in different territory will bring more food and meat to both. Former grace gone, she heaves her way towards a nearby village... and gradually walks the path to waking.

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SHE HAS TO OK. DOCTOR DOCTOR DOCTOR. DATA DATA DATA.

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geez, if it's not hooking it up to a supercomputer, it's eating it. LEAVE HER BRAIN ALONE.

but you've spent all this time tenderizing and marinating it!! we cant let it just go to waste...

HER brain. Not yours! Don't take what doesn't belong to you!

galaxia says i have to :(

wind up hereish? <3