OOM:Remember When I was an Amazon?
Aug. 28th, 2011 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aeons_crackshotAnnabelle is making a valiant attempt at organization, if only for distraction's sake. Connor's been gone and, well, she misses him a LOT.
Her closet had turned up with weird stuff in it again, but it is at least stuff she's mostly familiar with this time. She's going through the pile when she sees a familiar pair of worn bamboo canes. "Heh. I haven't thought of these in years," she says with a chuckle.
Once upon a time, the Æon Society found a culture that appeared to be based on the Amazons from ancient mythology. As you might expect, Annabelle got on with the female warriors quite well indeed.
She starts moving through the motions her body still remembers of one of their sword dances, the short bamboo sticks serving in place of swords.
Her closet had turned up with weird stuff in it again, but it is at least stuff she's mostly familiar with this time. She's going through the pile when she sees a familiar pair of worn bamboo canes. "Heh. I haven't thought of these in years," she says with a chuckle.
Once upon a time, the Æon Society found a culture that appeared to be based on the Amazons from ancient mythology. As you might expect, Annabelle got on with the female warriors quite well indeed.
She starts moving through the motions her body still remembers of one of their sword dances, the short bamboo sticks serving in place of swords.
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Date: 2011-09-02 09:42 pm (UTC)For a little while, it's almost like she's never had what modern doctors would call post-traumatic stress disorder and her own time christened "shell shock".
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Date: 2011-09-03 07:32 am (UTC)Here, now, together, they're safe.
Safe.
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Date: 2011-09-03 08:02 am (UTC)But....she can believe that it's true, for these precious moments. The moments when their hearts beat as one, their very selves mingle in ways human language has not yet invented the proper words to describe.
She's floating somewhere between asleep and awake, adrift in the sea of their selves. The feel of his body close like this is very nice though, nice enough for the embers of desire to begin, ever so slightly, to stir.
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Date: 2011-09-03 05:31 pm (UTC)Teasing, praise, excitement, and flattery all together. Already?
Of course, it's also clear how he feels pretty much the same, desire stirring.
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Date: 2011-09-03 05:51 pm (UTC)Besides, I haven't had the chance to spoil you for DAYS.
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Date: 2011-09-03 08:15 pm (UTC)Kissing is good. Warm, soft, sweet lips meet his eagerly.
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:25 am (UTC)...
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You'll have to tell me about the amazon thing... Now that his brain is recovered, well, he's curious too.
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:31 am (UTC)....
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It takes a bit for her brain to recover. How I ended up there in the first place, or the dance? Or both, of course.
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-04 06:00 am (UTC)People had gone missing, and I was the only one free to go and do some searching in the jungle. she says with a rueful chuckle.
Probably a good thing, in hindsight. It could have been Tallon who ran into them instead of me! While Tallon mellowed quite a bit over the years, he never DID entirely approve of women being warriors and explorers. (On the other hand, considering he grew up during an era where slavery was perfectly legal in certain parts of the United States....he was surprisingly liberal.)
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Date: 2011-09-07 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-07 09:36 pm (UTC)Mental conversations are definitely a plus. Especially since you can share video, sort of.
A jungle: dank, hot, and humid. Oh, and eerily silent. "Oh, this isn't foreboding at all." memory!Annabelle mutters sarcastically to no one.
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Date: 2011-09-09 10:28 pm (UTC)Connor draws her closer, and 'listens'.
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Date: 2011-09-09 10:44 pm (UTC)Annabelle steps forward between two especially large tree trunks, and the world seems to tilt sideways for a moment. She throws her arm forward instinctively to try and catch her balance, and her hand hits a rock face that definitely wasn't there a second ago.
Annabelle sighs, and looks around. Yup, it's not the same jungle she was in a second ago. Fucking pocket dimensions.
Grumbling, she starts following what looks like a trail crudely hacked through the brush.....
After much swearing, swatting of insects, and a surprise close encounter with a viper that was dangling from a limb, she reaches what looks like a camp. A very empty camp.
"Ah shit. Wonder what the hell ate them?" No, she's not assuming they've all just stepped out for a potty break or a spot of tea. Call it paranoia if you like, but it's kept her alive so far!
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Date: 2011-09-09 10:45 pm (UTC)If the people were not eaten already, they are being munched currently.
Om nom nom.
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Date: 2011-09-09 11:06 pm (UTC)Most people would take this opportunity to run the hell the other way. Annabelle....is not most people.
It doesn't take all that long to get close enough to catch a glimpse of the beast. It looks like something out of H.P. Lovecraft's fever dreams, an eyeless horror whose form wavers at the edges. Plant-life around it smokes and withers as its monstrous form passes over it. Up in the trees, warrior women are shouting at the thing, dodging it's attacks and watching their spears and arrows clatter off of it without leaving a mark.
To Annabelle's experienced eyes, it's clear that the women KNOW they can't kill this thing. If she had to hazard a guess, this is a suicide mission to draw this thing away from their tribe....
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Date: 2011-09-09 11:33 pm (UTC)Well, memory-movie-Annabelle is, at least.
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Date: 2011-09-09 11:40 pm (UTC)Despite the grumbling from her teammates, she DOES learn from her mistakes. Ending up in the mouth of a T-Rex was quite enough to teach her the folly of small scale armament on something that big.
Think, Memory!Annabelle, think! Wait, she's almost sure there was a crate or two of dynamite back at the camp.
Oh dear. There is a PLAN afoot....
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Date: 2011-09-10 12:55 am (UTC)He knew it.
Connor sighs and draws his girlfriend even closer.
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Date: 2011-09-10 12:59 am (UTC)What? What's so bad about killing big nasty things with explosives?
It was a perfectly sensible plan! Her idea of sensible is.....unique. Or maybe just deranged.
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Date: 2011-09-10 01:35 am (UTC)Right.
Connor ponders for a moment if he really wants to know what Annabelle did...
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Date: 2011-09-10 01:43 am (UTC)Besides, there's no guarantee she wouldn't have been on the menu next.
Annabelle's plan involved: making a crude spear, attaching a bunch of dynamite and a lit fuse to it, throwing said McGyver'd contraption so that it got stuck inside the monster's mouth, and hoping like hell it didn't get spat out before the KABOOM.
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Date: 2011-09-10 03:04 am (UTC)And close too, to not miss.
Right?
(He worries. It's a boyfriend thing.)
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Date: 2011-09-10 03:12 am (UTC)The thing's head EXPLODES shortly after Annabelle makes her shot. There is a veritable shower of ick, as you might imagine. Ewwwww. On the other hand, Memory!Annabelle is repressing the urge to do a victory dance.
Poor Connor. It must be hard being Annabelle's boyfriend.
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