[center][h2][color=lightgreen]Luci[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Luci had been under the assumption the Machina were the faction of logical machines and rebellious mortals, yet they showed a level of paranoia and duplicity that would have made Sliske green with envy. She couldn't even comprehend it all immediately as she was too busy weeping rivulets of watery mass from her eyes as the blue holy woman was struck with an overwhelming current of electricity and rendered her a still puddle on the ground in no time at all. 

[color=lightgreen]"Selene-!"[/color] She cried with a jolt, only to find herself carried off by the animate Muppet and away from the twins dispute as they pointlessly fought one another. For reasons she couldn't fathom he was asking if she was hurt, and even the blue haired maid had claimed to have seen her as only a child while the blue slime...

[color=lightgreen]"Ack!"[/color] Luci opened her mouth only to find herself retch amidst a wave of disgust washing over her. It was directionless, as much a product of her past being made manifest as it was at those around her who were so superficial as to insult Luci so gravely. She pushed herself from Frog and leaned against the wall of her strength, keeping him back with a wary palm as she finished hacking from the vitriol roused in her. 

[color=lightgreen]"You didn't get it, none of you did."[/color] The slime said, low and hoarse as though speaking through great exertion. [color=lightgreen]"Am I hurt? Am I a child? I'm a slime, Frog. Form is fluid, it is a choice reflecting my mentality and desire, and as fleeting as the expression on someone's face."[/color]

Her hand swept across the hall and pointed back towards the sounds of grenades and gunfire, a righteous fire of indignation smoldering in her teary eyes. 

[color=lightgreen]"They called [i]me[/i] a monster. That woman was just another face, one I favored before the Black Goat took me and molded my mind into her beloved killing machine, and,"[/color] she sniffed, an approximation of snot and bile shooting back into her nose, [color=lightgreen]"I love her for it. She broke me down yet me gave me the home I'd never known. Tore away my ideals and left the joy of a simple life well lived. I've killed so many people, young and old, and I've tortured just as many...yet it's kind of funny, because Momma couldn't take everything."[/color]

Even in her emotional state the slime had yet to boil as she had before, her feelings incited yet not by wrath. It was a sort of serenity that came through realization in the face of confrontation. Selene wasn't just a phantasm conjured by the dungeon, she was the Luci of years past. They had changed and appeared irreconcilable, but Luci didn't think that was the whole truth of things.

[color=lightgreen]"Because I still want to save her from herself...from herself- Oh no!"[/color]

She'd painstakingly molded herself into the mirror of Lucille, only to be confronted by the past iteration of herself. Slime ran figuratively cold as it dawned upon her that by all reason, Lucille herself would be confronted by much the same. After all, for someone with so much animosity, there were scarce few who held hatred for her. Fear? Plenty. And she wouldn't be in the Nexus if...higher powers, hated her.

Only then did an orb appear, bearing a message from the source of all their ire, and she turned upon it in kind.

[color=lightgreen]"Momma is in danger, we all are, and it's all your fault."[/color] Luci's serene sadness gave way to the childish anger, as though the bout of lucidity was fading away to bury Selene once more, and she reached into her chest to wrench out a ball of white fluid held in a sphere of slime. While it was true she held nothing in the way of pockets and couldn't conceal any solid material, liquids were easy to partition and hold inside her with little chance of detection if she desired. 

To someone like Frog, a demon, they'd find the orb re-invigorating, as though he were bathed in the light of Hell's beating heart, and the ichor of eldritch corruption seemed as though to swirl of it's own accord. Luci held this orb before Helena's own with all the gravitas of monarch's heir. [color=lightgreen]"Once I find Momma, I'm going to find you. And when I do, you will drink every last drop of Mother's Milk till I can call you sister and you shall worship the ground Momma walks on."[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"Now come on, Mr. Frog. The Queen needs her subjects!"[/color]

[center][@Banana][/center]

[hr] [center][h2][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]
  
A cage had formed in the blink of an eye and the raggity Garuda form air braked in the center of an infernal prison, heat roiling against it's blood caked veneer contemptuously. Had it been of pure, inescapable flames then such a trap would have indeed served Khaine well, but such works of metal would mean little to a hive of maggots such as they. What stayed it from tearing off it's own limbs to shower the now bow weilding knight was not the menace of his armament, but the familiarity of the one beside him.

There came an orb, speaking of rebellion from those holding the leashes of others, but she knew not of others such as those and it mattered very little, not even earning a dismissive snort for Helena's trouble.

Her attire and visage, reminded the Garuda of it's distinctive twin shells, and in remembrance, the veneer shattered with far lesser force and the colony slithered out through the bars over the corpses of sacrificial carrion. It was of little concern, not when they had grown fat off the dungeon's wandering inhabitants. They reformed once more into the child and the angelic carcass, Suparna and Chirada, both staring blankly at curiously diplomatic dragon.

[color=orangered]"We are Suparna Wolgen and...Chirada....do we not appear similar?"[/color] The loli Suparna asked, motioning from what was once vestments of white now mottled and frayed beyond even being called grey to the regalia of Diana. [color=orangered]"Do we come from the same place? Please, tell me where you come from, is it above?!"[/color]

[color=orangered]"Wait-!"[/color] She halted in her questions, looking past the knight and amnesiac angel as the smell of burnt meat assailed her senses soon followed by thunderous steps and ultimately the visage of a beastly figure she had no interest in confronting when answers were so close at hand. [color=orangered]"Run. We run, now."[/color]

[center][@thewizardguy][@Lmpkio][@KoL][/center]