towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Dark Precure [open to all]
Setting: Near room 3-03
Format: Prose, but will accept any kind of replies
Summary: Dark Precure has arrived in the tower. She's not happy.
Warnings: An angry magical girl with destructive powers is on the loose. There will be fighting.

The last thing she remembered was her father, and then oblivion.

Oblivion. The only peace Dark Precure had ever enjoyed, far from her. The individual she was a shadow of. From the fact that she was her imitation, that she was not Tsukikage Yuri. That her father made her out of love for the person she was copied from.

Peace, and freedom from the uncertainty, and the intense violent drive to claim what was never her's.

And then, that peace ended.

She was awake. She was in a strange place that wasn't Dune's fortress. Where was she?! Who had brought her here?! Where was her father?

Without even bothering to read the paper explaining things, she tore her way out of her room, dark energy exploding outward as she made her way into the hall.

"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! WHO BROUGHT ME HERE?! WHERE IS PROFESSOR SABAAKU?!"

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Though the shield would likely block the strike, the impact would be a strong one indeed.

"That name means nothing to me!" Dark Precure snarled. "I was dying... I was in my father's arms... and now I'm here, and you demand civility from me?!"

Ghirahim sighed, removing one white glove to inspect her fingernails. "You would know why you are no longer dying or anywhere near your father if you'd only read the letter that our nice rescuers left for you. Really, such anger is unbecoming. I should know. I have my own little...moments quite often."

"Rescuers?! You call being brought here a rescue?!" she screamed, pointing the Dark Tact forward at Ghirahim.

"Would you rather face oblivion in a dying world?" Ghirahim chuckled again. "Or maybe you enjoy the thought of ending your existence?"

"... what do you mean dying world?"

"We've been plucked from the destruction of our worlds and brought here. And given these pretty little things." She fingers the collar around her neck. "...Well. That destruction thing might not be entirely the truth. Our captors aren't exactly good for their word."

Her gaze narrowed, but her smile remained. "Now are you going to rein in your temper? Or will I have to sedate you myself?"

Dark Precure stood, staring for some time.

Then... then she slowly began to laugh. A laugh that grew louder the longer it went on.

Ghirahim only stood there patiently. Yes, yes. She knows the girl is clearly unstable, but can she please hurry it up? She has things to do.

"We did it..." was all she would say. "WE DID IT!"

Then she threw her head back and began to laugh even louder.

*And Ghirahim just waits for her to finish laughing.*

There is the high possibility that we are being lied to, you know.