Seth Nightlord ∞ Augusta Vladika (justaprettygirl) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-07 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | 03, seth nightlord, wash washburne, zoë washburne |
Who: Wash, Zoe & Krsnik 03
What: HEROIC CHARACTER DEATHS
When: Tonight
Where: Outside the Lux
Rating: R
Status: Incomplete
The seemly young girl floated from a building to the other, avoiding the chaos swarming in the streets and glancing from the top of a construction across the Morningstar road, the illuminate golden bar that stood as safe haven. The crowd pushed its way within like animals escaping from a flood. Screams, tears, curses and prayers were indistinguishable to their hearing. Animals. Homo sapiens in the end were overrated and genetically inferior animals. Organic, lower beings with simple processing thoughts and crippled by their emotions.
This was the right place 03 had heard about. The site to guard them from the end and stood against their program. A grin crossed those pixie-like features. Pale lips darkened red-purple and jade green eyes glow red. Not for long. The shadow of a winged creature covered the hysteric population at the gates.
“Heeeey everybody!” 03 called out with Seth's voice full of perky cheer. Some of those who had not noticed her shade spun around to look up. They pointed out at her strange frame, without noticing her features at the distance.
Krsnik 03 would carry out the mission. Would end this world and would remain dormant until the next target approached. Endless cycle that had continued for the last millions of years.
“You shouldn’t have turned back, Terrans,” they joked, copying Seth’s playful demeanor. “God is angry with you and sends you punishment.” The tridents the nanomachines held with their small hands met in a blinding clash. There was a noiseless sound – the sound of flame that burned those gathered below. The chosen targets, 03 felt childish to pick on their faith, those who specifically turned to see. The other would turn inevitably. Herd mentality, 03 knew how their simple thought process worked.
Those hit by the wave screamed in horror, trying to impotently stop the process while their hands, their arms, their legs, their torso and finally their heads dried into salt. They became fragile silent pillars until the strong gush of wind scattered them into the night.