Hellish hangover and regrets (Ami thread)

[Anastasia]

Driting again, past ice floes and snowbank, a sun reflected and bright snowfield in your dreams. Ami stirs instantly, no transtion from being asleep to this state of awareness/not awakeness needed. All about her is a flawless frozen landscape, not a speck of life or vitality above the eternal frozen wastes.

She is standing, her garb of Sailor Mercury in place. Here, at least, her bod doesn't ache, merely being...there.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami blinks, the suddenness of the transition disorienting her for a moment. She looks down at herself, feeling the material of the gloves and then scanning the lifeless horizon. "Pretty, but depressingly still." she comments, as clinically as she can, a thread of unease worming into her consciousness.

"I hope this is the dream, and I'm actually asleep on the moon..."

[Anastasia]

"You're in our soul," Celcia's voice comes simply, the ice woman appearing before you. The rage of before is gone, replaced with...you aren't quite sure what, but the mix is rather deep. At this, her mouth twists into a rather unpleasant smile. "Our prison, thanks to your idiotic fighting."

[Bean Bandit]

"..." Ami flinches at Celcia's sudden appearance, relaxing only when it seems an attack isn't imminent. She looks over the sparkly, yet bleak landscape again. " 'Our soul'?" She asks. "I know that somehow, you're inside me, along with my talisman..." she begins, trying to puzzle the situation out for herself.

"Usagi-chan said she could fix it...we haven't fused that intimately, have we?" she wonders, ignoring the jibe.

[Anastasia]

Laughing, and not a light laugh of happiness or merriment, Celcia speaks on. "Foolish girl. We are so mixed together now that we are as one. Two in one body..." she drops carefully into a battle position, body loose. "Until one dies. This soul suits me, and it shall be my new body!"

[Bean Bandit]

Ami flinches, dropping back into a defensive position. "This again..." she sighs bitterly. I don't have much luck in resolving this permanently... "There's no point to fighting now, Celcia." Ami tries, watching the ice woman's every move, wary for an attack.

"We're on the moon, and Princess Serenity is watching over us. Even if you kill me, you're in no shape to face her AND our friends."

Ami flashes back to Artemis as she tries to stall the ice spirit.SHE hurt him...he got all those bruises fighting her...

[Anastasia]

"Or we both rot in this body together for all time," she says back nastily, a touch of sardonic annoyance there. "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. This is my body now...and I'm going to get rid of the sqautter in it."

[Bean Bandit]

"As reasonable as ever, I see." Ami replies dryly, tired, bitter resentment and anger flooding her. "You're a spoiled child, Celica, and I'm tired of it."

She tenses. "You hurt my friends, and innocent people, then Behave as though I'm responsible! This isn't a game!" Ami grates, madder than she can ever remember being, and at the same time, she reaches out, probing her own resources, wondering if she's still depleted, and how she'll survive this...

[Anastasia]

You feel energy come to the calling, your spiritual force ready and refilled.

"Foolish girl...your friends don't mean a thing," she notes. "All that matters to me is bringing perfect winter. If your friends freeze it in it, it's no loss at all. If it is anything, it's your fault for not submitting and sparing them what I have for them now."

[Bean Bandit]

Thank kami... Ami thinks, relieved as she begins to try and think her way through fending off the bratty spirit.

"Empty, small ambitions." Ami dismisses blandly. "What would you do if you were unhindered? Die of boredom after your 'Perfect Winter' is achieved, I think. In fact, I suspect your aims are specifically crafted to get our attention." Ami smiles grimly. "But if this 'Perfect Winter' truly is your aim, you understand so little about the element you wield, I feel sorry for you despite your power."

[Anastasia]

She snorts, smiling darkly. "Perfect Winter IS the point. You felt what cold feels like when you are one with it - it is flawless bliss. I need nothing else once I have brought that all over. It is the reason for existance.

You and the remnants of Serenity's kingdom are merely in the way. Unimportant, trifling interferences." Advancing a single step forward, she presses. "You, gifted with great power for winter, cannot even comprehend this! You live in the wasting heat and endure it like a whipped dog!"

[Bean Bandit]

Ami laughs softly. "You're chasing an empty dream." she replies, pushing her anger down, and smiling, almost serenely. "Ice is a powerful force, yes, but on it's own, it's nothing...pathetic, really."

Her eyes stay on Celcia, watchful for an attack as she considers her options while she speaks. "It's prolific. Anywhere in the universe, you can find ice. But only when it teams with other elements can it create and nuture life. On it's own, ice is no more special, or wonderful than rock. Or air." Ami shrugs, and makes another dismissive gesture. "I would no more embrace the destructive, ugly power you seem to crave than I would end my own life."

[Anastasia]

"Foolish girl," she snorts again, this time raising her hand out, palm open. "To dimiss the cold as such, and Winter? You don't derserve this body!" she cries. With that, a ball of ice forms in her hand, racing at Ami!

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

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6 for Saturday Night Fever! and gets 9."

Quickly it goes, ice swarming over and in your body!...but no pain, only a soothing and enjoyable feeling, even as the ice infests your body before fading. Celcia scowls, "You are able to feel that now, and yet..." she says in digust.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami shudders in revulsion as the pleasure seeps through her. "If you were truly serious about your passion for ice, you'd be trying to do this to yourself!" Ami snaps.

Summoning her elemental control, Ami envisions a shield for herself, circular and large enough to protect her torso, but small enough to be worn on her arm, the edge of the circle razor sharp, and pulls the ice into the shape...

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6-2 for Captain America Action! and gets 3."

A sheild as you invision appears in your hand easily enough. "You feel the appeal of this, your body responding to your element," Celcia notes, eyeing you warily. "Stop fighting it...you would love an eternal winter as much as I!"