OK, I'll admit that my descriptions of the objects isn't exactly up to snuff. I was trying (and apparently failing) for physical descriptions.
I DO have notes on all the significant objects, as well as the story in general. Depending how things go, I'll either post them after the story finishes , or I'll add then as notes to the wiki-fied story.
Next segment...
“…” – Normal Speech
- Radio communications
… […] - Foreign language [Translation]
… – Device Speech
~ … ~ - Thoughts
… – Spell casting
**21**
“Here you go Dear.” A.C. said, placing the quickly made necklace around Deimos’ neck.
The blue-clad Guardian Senshi looked at the blue gem fitted in the wing-shaped ear-stud that the inventor had made the centrepiece of the jewellery, then looked up as the cyborg slid the ring containing the matching stone for hers’ and Phobos’ red gem filled necklace onto her right ring finger. The three of them paused as something happened over their link.
“Mistress?” Phobos asked uncertainly. The red-clad twin watched as A.C. spent an instant considering, then held out her hands as platforms for them to land on.
“Last chance Dears.” The raven-haired lady knight-(sorta-)senshi said softly.
“And miss this?” Deimos said full of bravado. “Not on your life Attim-sama.”
A.C. gave the two of them a sultry smile, before raising them and kissing the gems.
Which glowed, bring pleased smiles to all three of them. A.C. cocked an elegant eyebrow at her two companions, who grinned back and said:
“Materialise!”
A massive tingle went through the cyber-senshi’s body as Phobos and Deimos glowed briefly. Fading, the cyberneticist could see little change besides the near-standard neck and belt bands of Robes. No wrist or ankle bands however. Maybe because they could already fly?
“How are you feeling?” A.C. asked.
“Like I could really kick ass Attim-sama.” Deioms grinned. She really wanted to get back at whoever took a shot at her sister.
“I do feel much stronger Mistress.” Phobos confirmed, pirouetting to make sure she could still move normally and letting her Mistress examine her more thoroughly. Even if the near miss had splatted her with shrapnel, her fuku had taken all but some of the impact. Now Enrobed she’d not be as bruised by a similar event, and she gave thanks to the Lady that her Mistress was such a fast healer.
“Your back ribbons look different.” The raven-hared cyborg noted. “Slightly longer, definitely more substantial.”
“Yours too Attim-sama.” Deimos noted.
“Humm…” The Belkan Senshi concentrated, and her rear ribbons went straight. A.C. spent a very quick twenty seconds testing the limits of control and capabilities, trying to match the source material.
“Not as good as hoped, but not bad. You’ll get some defensive capabilities, which will help. Right, next.”
Eingehende. [Incoming.] Laevatein warned.
“After dealing with our guests.” A.C. finished.
***
Purple-12 was extremely tense, gripping his staff like it was the only thing stopping him drifting away. Thus when the call came to open fire, the slight recoil came as a shock. Although, given what he was seeing, not as much as it might have been.
The Scarlet Angel DANCED through the storm of fire with almost sensual ease, gracefully pirouetting and arching her lusciously formed fuku-clad body around spell bolts of every description. Her fire-wreathed blade traced artful patterns in trails of flame as she gently seemed to deflect those few bolts that she could not avoid.
It was then that one of the Martian Angel’s fairy-like companions seemed to appear over her shoulder. Purple-12 watched as a golden ring seemed to appear before the companion in red, spinning and expanding to the fairy’s size, then the red-fuku’d fairy seemed to throw herself into a flying kick through it. At least, that would be what he would describe later, since as she passed through it she became a blazing meteor and shot past his line, smashing into the Silver Sentinel behind them. The explosion threw him forward and into the wall, out of line with the others.
Thus he could see the other of the senshi’s companions braced against the far wall as though she was using it as a springboard, wielding some sort of blue crystal arrow/lance thing at least five times her size. He briefly saw green traceries flowing from the tip when she vanished, leaving a bright white line zigzagging through the rest of his troop with what looked to be slowly dissipating shockwaves before black holes exploded into being in his colleagues sucking them in and vanishing.
“Well then.” A voice purred by his ear as his head was grasped gently but firmly and turned to face the seductive emerald eyes of the lady cyber-knight. “What’s a nice young mage doing in a dungeon like this?”
“Oooh! He’s a cute one, Attim-sama!” The blue-fuku’d fairy squealed in delight as she floated into view.
“And he shows promise of form.” The red-fuku’d fairy added more calmly, doing the same. “Although he does not seem very bright Mistress.”
“Ah, he’s just stunned by Attim-sama’s beauty.” The blue-clad fairy dismissed. “Of course,” she struck a seductive pose, “we aren’t helping.”
“True.” The red-fuku’d fairy agreed.
“Ladies.” The virtual Senshi of Mars purred with amusement. “Much as I would like to become more closely acquainted…”
SNAP.
“…we have bigger things to deal with.” She dropped the body, its neck at a most inappropriate angle.
“You can be so rough on the cute ones Attim-sama.” Deimos pouted.
A.C. just grabbed the staff and collapsed it into its card-like storage form before putting it away and flying off.
As you can see Rob, I did pay attention to your snippet. Unfortunately, A.C. has decided to stop holding back now. How much her holding back has affected things is debatable. Her no longer doing so, not so much.
I DO have notes on all the significant objects, as well as the story in general. Depending how things go, I'll either post them after the story finishes , or I'll add then as notes to the wiki-fied story.
Next segment...
“…” – Normal Speech
- Radio communications
… […] - Foreign language [Translation]
… – Device Speech
~ … ~ - Thoughts
… – Spell casting
**21**
“Here you go Dear.” A.C. said, placing the quickly made necklace around Deimos’ neck.
The blue-clad Guardian Senshi looked at the blue gem fitted in the wing-shaped ear-stud that the inventor had made the centrepiece of the jewellery, then looked up as the cyborg slid the ring containing the matching stone for hers’ and Phobos’ red gem filled necklace onto her right ring finger. The three of them paused as something happened over their link.
“Mistress?” Phobos asked uncertainly. The red-clad twin watched as A.C. spent an instant considering, then held out her hands as platforms for them to land on.
“Last chance Dears.” The raven-haired lady knight-(sorta-)senshi said softly.
“And miss this?” Deimos said full of bravado. “Not on your life Attim-sama.”
A.C. gave the two of them a sultry smile, before raising them and kissing the gems.
Which glowed, bring pleased smiles to all three of them. A.C. cocked an elegant eyebrow at her two companions, who grinned back and said:
“Materialise!”
A massive tingle went through the cyber-senshi’s body as Phobos and Deimos glowed briefly. Fading, the cyberneticist could see little change besides the near-standard neck and belt bands of Robes. No wrist or ankle bands however. Maybe because they could already fly?
“How are you feeling?” A.C. asked.
“Like I could really kick ass Attim-sama.” Deioms grinned. She really wanted to get back at whoever took a shot at her sister.
“I do feel much stronger Mistress.” Phobos confirmed, pirouetting to make sure she could still move normally and letting her Mistress examine her more thoroughly. Even if the near miss had splatted her with shrapnel, her fuku had taken all but some of the impact. Now Enrobed she’d not be as bruised by a similar event, and she gave thanks to the Lady that her Mistress was such a fast healer.
“Your back ribbons look different.” The raven-hared cyborg noted. “Slightly longer, definitely more substantial.”
“Yours too Attim-sama.” Deimos noted.
“Humm…” The Belkan Senshi concentrated, and her rear ribbons went straight. A.C. spent a very quick twenty seconds testing the limits of control and capabilities, trying to match the source material.
“Not as good as hoped, but not bad. You’ll get some defensive capabilities, which will help. Right, next.”
Eingehende. [Incoming.] Laevatein warned.
“After dealing with our guests.” A.C. finished.
***
Purple-12 was extremely tense, gripping his staff like it was the only thing stopping him drifting away. Thus when the call came to open fire, the slight recoil came as a shock. Although, given what he was seeing, not as much as it might have been.
The Scarlet Angel DANCED through the storm of fire with almost sensual ease, gracefully pirouetting and arching her lusciously formed fuku-clad body around spell bolts of every description. Her fire-wreathed blade traced artful patterns in trails of flame as she gently seemed to deflect those few bolts that she could not avoid.
It was then that one of the Martian Angel’s fairy-like companions seemed to appear over her shoulder. Purple-12 watched as a golden ring seemed to appear before the companion in red, spinning and expanding to the fairy’s size, then the red-fuku’d fairy seemed to throw herself into a flying kick through it. At least, that would be what he would describe later, since as she passed through it she became a blazing meteor and shot past his line, smashing into the Silver Sentinel behind them. The explosion threw him forward and into the wall, out of line with the others.
Thus he could see the other of the senshi’s companions braced against the far wall as though she was using it as a springboard, wielding some sort of blue crystal arrow/lance thing at least five times her size. He briefly saw green traceries flowing from the tip when she vanished, leaving a bright white line zigzagging through the rest of his troop with what looked to be slowly dissipating shockwaves before black holes exploded into being in his colleagues sucking them in and vanishing.
“Well then.” A voice purred by his ear as his head was grasped gently but firmly and turned to face the seductive emerald eyes of the lady cyber-knight. “What’s a nice young mage doing in a dungeon like this?”
“Oooh! He’s a cute one, Attim-sama!” The blue-fuku’d fairy squealed in delight as she floated into view.
“And he shows promise of form.” The red-fuku’d fairy added more calmly, doing the same. “Although he does not seem very bright Mistress.”
“Ah, he’s just stunned by Attim-sama’s beauty.” The blue-clad fairy dismissed. “Of course,” she struck a seductive pose, “we aren’t helping.”
“True.” The red-fuku’d fairy agreed.
“Ladies.” The virtual Senshi of Mars purred with amusement. “Much as I would like to become more closely acquainted…”
SNAP.
“…we have bigger things to deal with.” She dropped the body, its neck at a most inappropriate angle.
“You can be so rough on the cute ones Attim-sama.” Deimos pouted.
A.C. just grabbed the staff and collapsed it into its card-like storage form before putting it away and flying off.
As you can see Rob, I did pay attention to your snippet. Unfortunately, A.C. has decided to stop holding back now. How much her holding back has affected things is debatable. Her no longer doing so, not so much.