Warzone of the soul (Ami thread)

[Anastasia]

As you reach for it...ther eis a strange shimmer. Fingers grasping it, you feel a thread vanish, a faint feeling of...satisfaction? Fulfillment? Hope?

[Bean Bandit]

Ami smiles in relief as she feels the thread vanish as she holds the Talisman. Slipping it onto her wrist, she smiles a little at the echoes of feeling.

"All right, that's one down. I suppose it's me or her, this time." Ami says aloud, smiling slightly as she's reminded of J.M. Barrie. "Maybe I -can- do this."

[Anastasia]

Now, you feel just the two threads. Also, you feel better, refreshed now that your bracelet is back on your wrist. You know that the snowflake design is still there, but the symbol of Mercury underlays it.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami Looks up to the 'sky' of the world, a bright smile on her face as the refreshment of feeling a 'partner' back where it belongs. She smiles at the latest addition to her bracelet's design. "Good to have you back." she tells it softly.

"Now...It's time we cleaned up the mess I made." she says firmly, feeling an odd surge of confidence. "I assume she'll find us eventually...so, it's time to study our opponent."

Reaching down, she mentally grabs hold of the thread that personifies Celcia, and pushes it through the system she'd learned for projecting the information...

[Anastasia]

You grasp it, feeling the breath and width of her memories. So many of them, more than your strand by far. So much to plunge into, the end and the beginning of it both a long ways apart.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami frowns in thought. If this were a computer file, I could 'search' for areas I wanted. Hmm....Let's see... Taking a more tangible grasp of the thread, Ami looks for Celcia's battles first, concentrating on the losses...assuming she can find them.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Mistress_Ami rolls 2d6+2 and gets 12."

You get a messy jumble of things, but you can't seem to sort between it easily. IT's just too much for your mind to handle.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami sighs. "The hard way, then." she decides, and opens the mental 'valve' all the way, letting images flow by, and 'shutting' the valve occaisionally, trying to skim the larger parts of the content for anything useful.

[Anastasia]

It's a flood, alright, so many images coming out. Yet, in a way, it's not too hard. Many of them are fairly simple and similiar, of ice and her related things. Certain images of other things stick out...

Faint images of the Crystal Prison and those inside of it, as it broke down.

Of battling the Senshi, her palace of ice collasping thanks to Rei and the others.

Of...of...something before that, hazy and misty.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami frowns, and concentrates on the hazy and misty images. "There's something that she can't remember?" Ami wonders. "Or am I not displaying it right?"

[Anastasia]

It's...you can see through the mist if you try, but it's as if the fog is trying to shield it from sight. It's...bright beyond it, but you can't quite make it out without more effort.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami takes a deep breath, trying to penetrate the fog hiding the memories from her sight, wondering if Celcia put it there...or, in a more sinister thought, the being that violated her might have.

[Anastasia]

You press onward, past it...gah!

A family is curled up in a cave, shivering...only the little daughter is really moving. "Mommy, I told you I'd make snow," she giggles, her long blue hair waving in the wind that seeps into the cave.

"Mommy, come on! I made it snow again...! Mommy! Daddy!"

[Bean Bandit]

Ami watches the scene, her gut twisting. "Oh god...did she even understand?" the senshi of Mercury wonders, watching the scene. "It's...My god..." Ami continues watching, rather numbly. "Is she a victim, or a monster?"

[Anastasia]

Going on, the little girl, nude, frolics in the snow. Her laughter is like bells, even as her parents slump over, ice forming over there. "Come on, you two," she laughs at last, going to them. "We'll make a snow fort next, right?"

Sh estares down, before laughing again. "Okay," she chuckles, a slightly darker tone in her voice now. "I'll keep  playing, then!" On and on she goes, her light laughter becoming something different, a cackle as she dances. Her skin turns blue, her body fading away in chunks as a new one forms. THe winter in the air only goes stronger as it flows into her over and over, until she IS the winter that devastates your view.