Post by Aҽɾσɳҽ on Aug 8, 2020 6:35:18 GMT
E C L I P S E
Babel Corporation, an indomitable empire replete with some of the multiverse’s most potent and competent presences, was puzzlingly fragmenting from the exasperation of one of its very own; what was once an exposition of unwavering devotion suddenly became a well of egregious repugnance, burgeoned by a cataclysmic axiom very few even knew about. Streaks of magenta aether flowed from the flustered siren as if they were rebounding bands of electricity, which highlighted her agitation and the ambiance around them; as each flare danced along her frame, infuriated hums reverberated from their activity to ultimately coalesce with other elements… which inundated the largely tenebrific chamber with an indistinctive drone. A scorned voice, however, managed to easily subjugate the surrounding climate with her anger.
“And I think it’s bullshit that you expect me to!” Magenta fluorescent arcs began to vault across her body as if they were eruptive solar prominences, which illuminated the room arguably better than the light-vectors contouring the perimeter of the reflective marble canvas she perched upon. Verdant walls and doorways were besmirched by a cherry presence as the polished limestone beneath her reflected every moment and every image; just by peering into its glassy fabrics alone, one could discern the origin of this cardinal miasma as well as Babel’s abrupt, albeit dormant, drift into potential disarray: CIDE VII’s Eden, the First Contact. Once known for her overwhelming ferocity in the name of Babel, the cherry-blossom was displaying some rather uncharacteristic features… yet every spark and every caterwaul advertised a familiar effervescence; she was of sound mind.
“Eden, do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?!” Sonances of reason erupted from the only other person in the chamber: Delta herself. Her presence served as a stark disparity compared to her cohort; auras of varying degrees of a reserved composure radiated about her form, as an air of “quiescence” encompassed the champagne belle. Being free of any external variables, such as energy, allowed her scrutinizing beryl gaze to perceived by anyone, but most importantly Eden; the gravity of Delta’s glare and somber countenance were obvious to discern on their own without the use of accentuating visible stimuli. “It’s not me that I’m concerned with! You are a member of CIDE, you have duties to uphold and if you just desert Babel now – they may attempt to kill you, and I wouldn’t be able to stop them!” Of course, Delta couldn’t maintain an aura of faultless poise when faced with such a passionate subject; manners of elegancy and delicacy receded into oblivion as her utterance became just as unruly and relentless as her companion, evident by its pitch and a complimentary stomp of her delicate print which echoed about the chamber as if her heel clapped against the floor. A sense of irony also blossomed underneath her thunderous outcries; who could have anticipated that a young lady of her stature, at a height of 5’3”, could have a voice which threatened to crack the very walls responsible for the room’s stability?
“This is so unlike you-“
“Don’t you give me that shit, Delta. Do you have any idea what Babel’s truly trying to do?! Do you not care?! I’m not going to beg you to come with me.”
“It doesn’t matter what they are striving to do! We signed up for this the moment we became their associates… Besides, I’m thankful for their intervention; I can’t just leave them!” While the champagne doll may have possessed a more resolute presentation, the disposition of her ear-splitting aria caused furniture to fold upon themselves as their entirety skid across the floor, away from her.
“What could possibly make you so devoted that you blatantly ignore what I told you?! Stupidity??”
“No! I’m devoted because it was Landius who saved me from that depraved recusant… Ludwig von Einst, years ago.”
“Never heard of ‘em, so he must not be that important! Are you coming or not?!”
“I don’t have time for this, Eden; I have an assignment to complete.” Arches of energy continued to twirl about Eden’s physique, yet they might as well have been nonexistent; sentiments materialized through her magenta channels but were ultimately discounted in favor of pursuing a life of normalcy. Now exuding an air of solemnity and quiescence, gentle claps reverberated throughout the chamber as Delta ambled across the limestone. Decorations of disappointment lined her countenance while her azure leer appeared devoid of any passion, something Eden could perceive easily. Sporting her trademark dress comprised with the finest threads of tenebrosity, Delta’s demeanor resembled an unsympathetic queen of demise. She would have represented a comprehensive definition of an impending doom, if she didn’t carry certain characteristics which beautified her – such as how her blonde ponytail bounced about her shoulder blades as she strolled past Eden, only to pause several feet behind her.
“I do wish you’d display some integrity here, as this is your livelihood…”
“You’re not changing my mind! If you leave now, don’t expect me to see me when you get back.” With their backs faced towards each other, both ladies turned their crowns to allow their gaze to reach one-another through the corners of their eyes; their resolves accentuated by their solemn dispositions. However, while Delta may have appeared composed – she was far from it.
“Ugh! You still have assignments to do; they’re not just going to dismiss you! Stop trying to get yourself eliminated!! Do you not have loved ones??!” The whole ordeal introduced an exorbitant amount of perplexity to the young blondie; she couldn’t fathom Eden’s behavior nor the animus responsible for it. Babel was responsible for many general comforts they experienced, including a conventional freedom to do whatever they want – as a sign of respect for their power as a member of CIDE VII. Eden’s demeanor was incomprehensible.
“Oh yeah?! WELL IF I DECIDE TO DO THEIR FUCKING MISSIONS, DON’T THINK THAT I’LL EVER WANT TO SEE THEIR GODDAMN FACES EVER AGAIN, DELTA!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!”
Lips parted and lamps shuttered, an exasperated sigh slipped into the atmosphere and marked the feud’s conclusion. With nothing else left to say to her cohort, Delta subtly shifted her crown to face before her frame while she ambled towards her next objective. All that reverberated about the chamber at that point was the audible claps of her pads colliding with a marble base until she acquiesced from the confines of that room; her departure was celebrated with comparatively cacophonous screech emitted by doorways as she pushed them forward, only for them to close once greeted by her absence. Their assemblage ended on a particularly awful note that day… as expected when two opposing ideas clash with as much passion as these two possessed, however their amity fundamentally proved to be everlasting and likely augmented from the confrontation once they realized they were on the same team… Fate was sure to make them aware.
Much like how it was fate that arranged her previous dispute with her cohort, a time-transcending providence was also responsible for her current presence on planet Vindilles. A sphere replete with lore and enigma, Vindilles understandably appeared as a nature target to many existences… most of them on the track of some baseless hearsay while motivated by greed; it was one of these urban myths which attracted the attention of an entity designated ECLIPSE. Hot on the trail of discovering a vulnerability in a group named CURE, delicate footprints casually strolled atop of a, curiously maintained and leveled, stone promenade; which not only did it stretch until it graced a semi-enclosed shrine, but was it also one of many arched pavements decorating the establishment. As elegant heels tagged against the smooth pavement, welcoming chords reverberated into the atmosphere, only to be promptly extinguished by a cavalcade of pleasant, circulating gales whom coiled around everything in their path. Aptly named Altar of Ra’anza, it’s vibrant lore served as the terminus of ECLIPSE… however, while filled to the brim with mystery, life was markedly vacant; stories illustrate that beings once occupied Vindilles, and Ra’anza performed as one of many formal altars available to the planet’s inhabitants, but they were annihilated. All that existed by this point were remnants, vestiges to a population whose enigma seems to inspire a wealth of fables perhaps even more vigorous than those who once lived these tales… supposedly; the planet’s conventions were so significant, word of Vindilles’ fables spanned far beyond the scope of the sphere’s local galaxy.
Out of what seemed like an untold amount of legends, one particularly transcended the brine of grapevines and emerged as the authoritative animus behind ECLIPSE’s presence; confidences in artifacts known as the Anima Relics were of a superabundance within the group of beings connected to the Alter of Ra’anza. Just the allegation of possessing any secrets about the Anima Relics was enough to spur a planetary-scaled purge of sentience from the face of Vindilles, or so they say. These clues, while apparently perilous to have, was necessary in facilitating the sound defeat of CURE, who have been documented to be in possession of some Anima Relics. Waves of luminescence bathed the ambiance with its impartially hued attendance; vast seas of beryl painted the heavens, and flurries of drifting clouds decorated its semblance. Zephyrs marched across the terrain, echoing the general direction of their aerial counterparts as bands of vegetation bowed underneath the gales’ influence as if they were in a ceremonious acknowledgment. Atmospheric conditions were very similar to other planets which supported life, as even water could easily be encountered; a mass of water flowed underneath the altar’s bridges and descended further as potent waterfalls, of which were likely responsible for the materialization of misty veils frequenting nearby aqueducts.
“So, this is the Altar of Ra’anza…” An arrangement of polished effeminate notes serenaded the scenery as their regal originator stepped along the prominent promenade, only to pause at the peak of its arch. A set of beryl lamps scanned about the perimeter, providing the young lady with a wealth of information at first glance. With a subtle upliftment of both hands, two sets of opulent digits lined her mouth as if she experienced a sudden exposé. “How miraculous; not only is the alter still standing, but it’s also in an exceptionally maintained state.” Once she uttered the last word, her right arm gracefully descended to her right side once more – leaving only her left digits to faintly obscure her lips. “I was under the impression that civilization perished centuries ago, so how can everything appear so preserved?” For someone who was a solitary guest of this planet, she sure seemed to talk a lot… except she wasn’t alone. Finally, her left hand departed from the touch of her lips while she casually about-faced away from the central shrine; azure optics now able to firmly press their gaze against her colleague who wasn’t far behind, the blondie continued to verbally acquaint the both of them with data.
“Eden, the rumor must’ve been accurate after all. I bet CURE was behind this; all that’s here are phantoms of an ancient civilization… which are hopefully filled with hints about the Anima Relics…” Comprised of a very capable set of two young ladies, ECLIPSE strived to rid the multiverse of CURE, amongst other things, while loosely adhering to Babel’s guidelines; each of them operated as agents who were publicly liberated of Babel’s thorough policies while internally maintaining their rank as CIDE members… perhaps to allow them the flexibility of precisive operations, or for some other means to an end. Regardless, the conversion inherently constituted a few changes… such as the belle’s general attire; opting to go with a more casual approach, a well-fitted denim dress decorated her physique. Its threading carried a few differences in comparison to Delta’s usual “business” outfit, such as what was exposed by the garment; since the dress began about an inch or two below her collarbone, everything above it was rendered bare, including her shoulders, save for what was concealed underneath two thin ribbons which coiled below her armpits and coalesced into bows above her shoulders – they were likely a facet responsible for supporting her dress. Her upper arms were also enshrouded within denim sleeves that began a few inches below her shoulders and fell to a few inches above her elbows, rendering everything between each pristine phalange to the sleeves’ shadows… bare as well. The simple garment fell to about mid-thighs, leaving most of her legs uncovered; only her feet remained concealed, by a pair of orchid-stained flats adjoined to heels a couple inches tall. From a single glance, one could say her dress was simple, but certain aspects of her ensemble seemed to materialize by virtue of the light’s presence; delicate radiances enveloped a string of sun-bleached buttons along the front of her dress as their design reflected what encompassed them.
While some subtle details of her physique were developed by virtue of luminescence, others were accentuated by it; peachy-ivory integuments flourished under the light’s pleasant embrace and became positively radiant, which managed to demo her pristine pallet and her apparent innocence, especially in age. Naturally, every fiber of honey-blonde hair on her crown was emphasized and very easily discerned. From Eden’s point of view, she could perceive some Delta’s hair falling along either side of her face to her collarbones as two thick locks, with some stray curls; decorating the left side her forehead was a triple feature of blonde interconnecting-arches which descended just above her lamps as bangs, while bequeathing the right side of her forehead with emptiness, a in a part. The rear of her crown was styled in a more elementary manner – in a ponytail which began from the left side of her head and descended just beyond her neck, and a delicate braid lining along the crown’s perimeter. The young lady’s sense of simplicity ended with the ornament responsible for maintaining the shape of her ponytail; an onyx hair band bejeweled by a miniature chromatic orb and frills perched upon her head, only separated from its touch by folds of strands. However, its appearance encouraged more than just an upkept hairstyle; notes of existence also radiated from its frame to amalgamate with Delta’s own, burgeoning the blondie’s essence to be portrayed as multiple interwoven existences.
Unfortunately for her, gales continued to lightly press everything in its path… which resulted in parts of her locks invading her vision. However, with a sound hoist of her left hand, she managed to liberate her perception once more while simultaneously highlighting an argentine pendent which about her wrist multiple times; its details, also divulged by an inundating atmospheric brilliance, were effortless to perceive. Most noticeably, its image was fashioned like a winged serpent… who’s head rested closest to the inside of her palm.
“Perhaps we should separate and converge back here if we find something. I don’t sense any life nearby, so we are probably alone… unless you detect something….?”
Delta, clad in the ambiance of some assailable damsel, was poised to scavenge through vast stretches of unknown territory without so much as an inkling of concern for her wellbeing. Perhaps her decision was one burgeoned by stupidity, or perhaps it was a consequence of clearly defined prowess as a member of both ECLIPSE and CIDE VII. Even though she may appear to be unarmed, not only could she demand the presence of any of her weapons at any moment, she also was capable of rendering decimation just by her fingertips. If anyone possessed the impudence to display aggression to either doll, then they better be prepared for a potentially world-ending assault.
- Delta