Battle lines drawn
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jla_watchtowerShe's spent all morning gathering her own kind of defense, scouting through woods and fields that she knows with her eyes shut, re-learning them with her new body. The creatures do not see her as human any longer, and she has been speaking to them. It would be a dangerous thing to fight, but an even more dangerous to do nothing.
The sun is sinking to the west by the time she gets home.
Damn it, it was never supposed to happen HERE. Not to a town and community based on peace. Not to the sanctuary those weary of war had created to make a last stand, which embraced pacifism as an act of open defiance, rejection of the mentality that it was inevitable or the way things always here and always had to be.
Every adult swore that they would die for that ideal when they saw…maybe too little of the world. If she hadn't been taken, she would be taking those oaths. She would be prepared to walk in front of McKay's gun and accept her own death rather than cave into the temptation to strike back, and start the dance of escalation, giving the pleasure to those who found pleasure in the fight, in squashing resistance. To make it not any fun for the bullies and zap their wills.
But, she had changed, irrecoverably.
And this militia was lusting for dominance and power, wanting to satiate their lust for pain on her home.
Sooner or later, they would use this place up, and their craving for violence and domination would find another target. Rapists didn't tend to stop with one rape, after all. One of the confirmed "takedowns" of her small time career was a rapist. She saw him leaving a classmate of hers broken and tied up with duct tape while he tried to skulk off into the night. As Fauna, she chased him down, causing enough of a ruckus to alert campus police and give him the scare of his life. Later she learned that he was convicted for three other attacks on campus, and possibly more that went unreported.
It would seem everyone's out today. Some carry shovels and rakes and implements of destruction, jaws set and walking into the square. Others she has seen anonymously leave tools and supplies for the traps that she's been helping her friends set up. As a native, she knew the lay of the land best and could scout them to some of the trails and landmarks. Others from the Commune helped. In ones and twos, they offered advise, supplies, or their hands. Most who aided directly had young children they were afraid for, and willing to take the rist to help them.
Arguments have broken out. She's seen people who grew up together come dangerously close to blows prevented only by vows that are starting to unravel like a sweater badly made.
It's too late to save the peace, but she can do her damndest to save her home.
The sun is sinking to the west by the time she gets home.
Damn it, it was never supposed to happen HERE. Not to a town and community based on peace. Not to the sanctuary those weary of war had created to make a last stand, which embraced pacifism as an act of open defiance, rejection of the mentality that it was inevitable or the way things always here and always had to be.
Every adult swore that they would die for that ideal when they saw…maybe too little of the world. If she hadn't been taken, she would be taking those oaths. She would be prepared to walk in front of McKay's gun and accept her own death rather than cave into the temptation to strike back, and start the dance of escalation, giving the pleasure to those who found pleasure in the fight, in squashing resistance. To make it not any fun for the bullies and zap their wills.
But, she had changed, irrecoverably.
And this militia was lusting for dominance and power, wanting to satiate their lust for pain on her home.
Sooner or later, they would use this place up, and their craving for violence and domination would find another target. Rapists didn't tend to stop with one rape, after all. One of the confirmed "takedowns" of her small time career was a rapist. She saw him leaving a classmate of hers broken and tied up with duct tape while he tried to skulk off into the night. As Fauna, she chased him down, causing enough of a ruckus to alert campus police and give him the scare of his life. Later she learned that he was convicted for three other attacks on campus, and possibly more that went unreported.
It would seem everyone's out today. Some carry shovels and rakes and implements of destruction, jaws set and walking into the square. Others she has seen anonymously leave tools and supplies for the traps that she's been helping her friends set up. As a native, she knew the lay of the land best and could scout them to some of the trails and landmarks. Others from the Commune helped. In ones and twos, they offered advise, supplies, or their hands. Most who aided directly had young children they were afraid for, and willing to take the rist to help them.
Arguments have broken out. She's seen people who grew up together come dangerously close to blows prevented only by vows that are starting to unravel like a sweater badly made.
It's too late to save the peace, but she can do her damndest to save her home.
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Date: 2006-08-18 03:06 am (UTC)I've got it. And this stops. As of right now.
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Date: 2006-08-18 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-18 04:08 am (UTC)One falls into one of the rope traps, the other one takes a grenade and hurls it towards the commune. Give the alien bitch something else to work with.
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Date: 2006-08-18 04:11 am (UTC)She may not be faster than a speeding bullet, but she can keep a speedster in sight when she flies at top speed. She reaches out to grasp the grenade, intending to fling it high into the atmosphere.
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Date: 2006-08-18 06:46 pm (UTC)Well, this alien woman? Just as he sees the explosion and gets half through a sigh of relief, he sees that the alien woman isn't down - she's pissed!
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Date: 2006-08-18 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-18 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-18 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-18 07:16 pm (UTC)He laces his hands behind his head.