Hellish hangover and regrets (Ami thread)

[Anastasia]

Again you sink into the frozen depths of your soul, feeling far better than your mortal vessel is. The pains and damage to that are not relevant here, as you again appear as Sailor Mercury.

Sitting on a slight upward tilt of ice is Celcia, as if bored. Snow falls right now, a soft and lingering caress against your body. Even here, where it is undoubtidly cold as the empty space, it's preferable to the Moon's only light chill.

[Bean Bandit]

The cold is pleasurable, disturbingly so. "Wonderful." Ami sighs softly. Seeing Celcia contemplating her navel, metaphorically speaking, Ami pauses a moment to reach out with her senses, quieting her mind like Rei taught her, to see if she can connect with more in the environment than simply her companion element.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 for universal oneness. and gets 7."

'tis a strange thing. All about you...you feel senses of yourself reflected, of ice, of Celcia, of a single bracelet that was the catalyst for this...

Gah! It's overwhelming to you, as you fall to your knees in a near mental overload. Much of it you cannot interpret, and even the parts you can are difficult to manage at this time. Wow.

As that races through your mind, "Back already," Celcia notes.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami drops to her knees, fighting to re-orient her senses. "Yes." Ami agrees sourly. "I'm as pleased as you are, apparently."

She shivers, trying to make sense of the whole mess. This is rather...vexing. She thinks a moment. Usagi said I should focus on myself, as that would be easiest to disentangle...which is a peculiar item to be searching for. Perhaps I should take some philosophy courses.

Again, she thinks back to Rei's lessons, remembering in particular the very first, about tuning out her own body...and instead, Ami focuses on it, looking for 'herself' in the scenery. While she does this she also keeps an eye on the blue skinned woman sitting across from her.

[Anastasia]

As you focus in, "Trapped in a cage outside, stuck here on the inside," Celcia notes with a certain venom in her voice.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami gives Celcia a sharp look, her attention wavering for a moment. "You're aware of what I can see when I'm conscious?" she probes. On the other hand, I -did- tell her about Usagi...It's a reasonable supposition.

Regaining her concentration, Ami begins tentatively picking about, carefully looking for framents of her 'self' to gather and isolate, while keeping a wary eye on Celica.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 and gets 5."

No reply to that, instead, "So alone even there...your friends can't touch  you even if they wanted to," she notes. As you zoom in - it's odd. It's...you lack the training or skill to interpret it, yet it's best compared to a great pile of fragmented, colored glass. So many shards, so many ways to cut yourself.

* Hatbot --> "Ana-chan rolls 2d6 and gets 12."

As you seem to, you see Celcia produce another ball of ice and fling it...yet perhaps she has had better days herself, as it slips from her hand as she throws, landing on her foot instead.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami sighs at the sight of her own shattered soul, wondering vaguely how it is that she's still alive. She sighs...and jumps, squeaking in surprise as she catches the formation of the ice ball, preparing to duck...and blinking as it drops onto Celcia's feet.

She stares, dumbfounded...and then, without a word, holds out a hand, and concentrates on forming her own Ice ball, hauling back to let it fly!

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 and gets 4."

* Hatbot --> "Ana-chan rolls 2d6 and gets 7."

Your ball of frozen water flings forth, narrowly missing Celcia! She grimaces, forming a sword of ice again, a wicked scimitar, before lunging for your throat!

* Hatbot --> "Ana-chan rolls 2d6 and gets 6."

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 and gets 4."

A nimble weave back avoids your windpipe getting extra ventilation!

[Bean Bandit]

Ami smiles slightly, forming her shield again, breathing heavily with the shock of the near miss, and in the other hand, another ball of ice. "I thought you said we couldn't harm each other this way?" Ami asks, almost conversationally, the many shocks of the evening dulling her panic at the combat.

It was bound to come to this eventually...

[Anastasia]

A sneer, perhaps laced with the slightest lacking of confidence, "What else do we have," she asks simply. With that, she makes a brutal slash for you!

* Hatbot --> "Ana-chan rolls 2d6 and gets 4."

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 and gets 9."

Slipping past your shield, her blade slashes across your chest! The caress of ice sooths your skin and makes you wish it was even colder here, the cut sealing without a single drop of ice choked blood falling.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami shudders, gritting her teeth, alarm at the seductive cold blaring through her mind. "Unimaginative." she replies, a word almost a curse for the blue haired genius.
Grimacing, she turns her arm sideways, before Celica can retreat, and snapping her arm, she slashes at Celcia with the razor sharp edges of the ice shield!

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 and gets 3."

* Hatbot --> "Ana-chan rolls 2d6 and gets 7."

A narrow miss,  as it whizzes through the air an inch by her! "Effective," she snorts back, a great slash coming, aimed right at your throat!

* Hatbot --> "Ana-chan rolls 2d6+2 and gets 9."

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 and gets 5."

Whoosh! The blade  swings by, only severing a tiny bit of hair that flitted to the side and missing your vital neck!

[Bean Bandit]

Well, that worked well...Now's the time, if I'm going to... Ami leaps back and away to gain range and raises her hands over her head, casting a summon for an attack she's used only once before. Watery strands of ice come together as sheforms them into a ball in her hand, shouting the name of her attack loud and clear. "MERCURY...FROST...SHRIKE!"

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 for birdy action! and gets 6."

* Hatbot --> "Ana-chan rolls 2d6+2 and gets 9."

The Shrike forms, soaring towards Celcia! It powerfully slams into her chest! Celcia shudders from it, shivering wonderfully at the cold as she is knocked back to her knees!