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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Dark Precure froze, and then wheeled around, staring predatorially at Sonata. A moment later, she was a few short feet away from the girl, pointing her Dark Tact at her neck.

"Liar," she hissed.

Too fast. This scary girl was way too fast. Sonata grimaced and tried to recoil, bracing herself against the edge of the doorframe.

"Sonata's not a liar! Sonata's lost, too!"

Why hadn't she thought to take her micsaber? Okay, lesson learned, from now on? Micsaber. Everywhere.

"You know something," she said, coldly. "Or else you wouldn't be so frightened."

Sonata's protest is immediate, and it's accompanied by vigorous shaking of her head. "You're SCARY! That's why I'm scared!"

"... Hnnngh..."

Her hand snapped back, and she turned away. "You are nothing more than a frightened child, then..."

Free! She was free! Sonata was quick to sink back into her room, and the door was almost shut completely.

"...you're scared too...."

Aaaand then THUMP the door is shut, and she's just going to go hide in her clothes closet, now.

"..."

Growling, Dark Precure moved on, in order to try and find more answers.