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"I can't believe people can be fooled by charisma alone," PQ muttered as she turned off the television. Retrostacja didn't seem to be paying attention, but sneezed at a time good enough to be a response. The Sentinel had been gathering quite a few followers recently, and it wasn't making the cyborg feel very comfortable.
She would follow the OverSeer without doubt, but her phobia of water overpowered her desire. Sure, she would love to help but the fear of malfunctioning was too much for her to bear.
Nevertheless it broke her heart to see the Faktori brothers geared up in S.I.N. robes when she went in to get a chair repaired. Besides them, all the other big names of Aekea had seemed to take the Overseer's side. The fact that Gino was the demigod's vessel had something to do with it, no doubt. The boy already had enough of an identity crisis, but what can you do about it?
Crawling into bed, PQ called for Retro, who loyally jumped up and curled up along side her. With a sigh, the cyborg let herself slowly drift off into a restless sleep...
She did not know where she was. That was the only thing she knew other than the fact that she felt very bare. Quickly she realized the reasoning behind both issues. One, she was at the bottom of some body of water. And two, she was naked. Quickly, the panic started to flood over her body as if a cold current had pushed through her.
"Be calm, Gaian Princess," a silken voice drifted effortlessly to her. As if this soft but powerful voice had control over PQ, her terror melted away. There were no emotions except for curiosity and sheer awe as she finally saw whose presence she stood in.
The OverSeer looked down at her in his glory, waves of gentle light emanating from him. While she could not see his eyes she knew they would be bright and as kind as his voice. There was no longer any question or shame for her nakedness; she felt as natural as she had in years.
"Your body is unnatural," He said to her in a tone that was almost pity. "Where it should shimmer with sweat it shines and gleams like Gaian buildings. You are one of Aekea's Children. The Gaian Liam told me about your people, and about you Porter."
Her stomach churned at the name, which brought a bubbling laugh out of the OverSeer. "I can tell you miss your Gaian body. In every breath I can sense you searching for something that this body cannot give you. Don't cry Porter," He said after a moment.
It wasn't until then that she realized she was crying. Sobs forced themselves out of her body but were silenced by the water surrounding her. But He was right, she could feel herself missing something deep down in a place she never thought existed.
"If you help me defend the lands you call home, I can give you back your Gaian body," The OverSeer said to her as he knelt down beside her. When had she fallen to her knees? When had she had been too weak to stand? "You can live your life in your true body for as long as you please. I can even give your metallic dog a body to compliment yours. Become one of my Elite and I can grant you a body that can let you feel everything you deserve to."
All she do was nod. Yes, yes, that was what she wanted. She wanted to protect, to serve, to help, to be at his side for all of time, to live...
Jerking away, Porter Quinn sat up with a sharp gasp of air. The cool air rushed down in her throat and goosebumps flushed over her as the blankets fell away from her body. Blinking, she tried to let her eyes adjust to the light flooding the room. "What the..." As soon as she opened her mouth, she knew something was different. Not wrong by any means...in fact, she never felt more right in her life.
It was then that it seemed to all fall into place. She had a mouth to open and speak, eyes to blink, and skin that was sensitive to change in temperatures. Looking down at her hands, she saw that she was no longer metallic. Her skin was slightly more pale than it had been several years ago, but Porter knew that this was the OverSeer's blessing.
Jumping out of bed, the cold rushed over her skin so sharply that she yelped. Quickly this turned into laughter. She let her hands roam all over her naked body from the strands of her hair down to her wiggling toes as the laugh continued. Turning towards her mirror she saw her reflection. Indeed she was human again, without a single scar to remind her of her broken past.
The only thing that caught her off guard was the blue energy emanating from her one eye. But she could feel the OverSeer's power flowing through her. The only explanation was that she was literally brimming and overflowing with the power He gave her. The energy didn't hurt, so she couldn't complain. Blonde curls bounced on her head as she ran back towards her bed.
On the end of her bed sat a medallion, robes, even a spear. Sleeping on top of all of that was a small jelly creature, completely oblivious to it all. Gently scooping Retrostacja in her arms, Porter sat back on her bed. Even from her window she could see the mixture of B.O.O. and S.I.N. flags mixed in between the Aekean ones.
"I'm a Guardian of the Clam," she said, mostly to herself. The knowledge was just there, although she had never heard them in this context before. "It's time to get to work."
 PQ and Retrostacja · Mon Nov 02, 2009 @ 01:05am · 1 Comments |
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