Blackened Sunrise: An American Weapon
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
Please go read!
A/N: OK, well. The British Weapons (as I'm mentally calling Weap/Dart/Gunn/Bladewhip/Katar) held the Naming on New Years, and I'm assuming that Rosi did her deal in August, so there's going to be major leaps and bounds forward in time so I can try to sync up the stories. There's so much to do, like turning the Detroit Area into a Balance Zone without rising suspicions from the gov't. But, with the wonders of Author- Power (similar to the Weapon's Power) I can do this!
//...// is the Power /.../ is Rosanna talking to the Power silently {...} is sub-vocalization, where Rosanna can talk to everyone/anyone without moving her lips "..." verbal speech
Chapter 4/?
Steel stood beside her on a balcony over looking the church as the faithful church-goers slowly filed into the building to sit on pews that had been conjured up once more. Ugly things, hopefully she could get rid of them again swiftly.
{This is the core of my Balance,} she sub-vocalized for Steel only. With practice, she had found she could send her words to select numbers in a crowd, though the Markings made it easier since they also tagged her minions with a touch of her Power. {Jefferson had better not screw this up, or I'll have him training with me.}
Steel turned slightly to look at the creature beside him. She glowed with silver light that seemed other-worldly as it played about on her face, like a lover's fingers might. Her wings, one black and one white, were folded easily against her back as her arms crossed over her scale-clad breasts.
"Jefferson has been speaking to the congregation for years, Angel," Steel said softly as he shifted his gaze to the priest that was greeting those coming in. "He will not fail you. He knows how to play them."
~~~~~~~~~~~ Later that night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
//...and that's how you transform back to your old self, but I really don't see why you would even want to,// the voice in her head muttered with a soft sniff.
/Because I wish to go through the school system. My minions here can keep things going, spread the Balance without me. But if I get into the schools, I can get things going with the younger people who no longer attend church,/ Rosanna stated calmly as she closed her eyes, willing the Power to work for her.
In the dark room, the glow that was ever-present with the 'Angel of Balance' faded away as she lost height and her skin turned blotchy pink/red. She had been actually training in what little time she was afforded, and so she kept her toned appearance and being slightly vain, she kept the blue/black hair that actually softened out the red in her face. Had she looked in a mirror, she would have seen that her blue eyes were still an other-worldly shade of blue that sparkled and shimmered and held no-little-bit of insanity.
Earlier, she had woven her Power through the paths to let her simply walk into the high school she had chosen. It wasn't her old one, but she didn't want to deal with those idiots anyway yet.
The Power flowed again and she was finally clad (so as not to scare the silly people) in baggy black pants that had glow-in-the-dark zippered pockets everywhere, a pair of black combat boots, a black skin-tight tank- top, and a swim-suit-cover-up jacket that was really just a jacket made of black mesh with a matching hood and some pockets.
So Rosanna turned and walked from the room, making her way towards the apartments she had set up for herself.
{Steel,} she called to her first convert, {You will be hearing from me should my new pet need any help. She is going to start school soon for me and I must watch over her, but cannot show myself. You will also let me know of any problems at the Center.}
"Yes, Mistress," Steel said out loud, knowing that the Angel could hear him.
//You know, you'll need to awaken his telepathic abilities soon so he can communicate with you instead of waiting for you to contact him,// the voice in her head muttered, then shoved the knowledge of just how to do so into her brain.
/Well, thank you very much, Teva. I wasn't sure how to do that. I'll do it next time I visit him,/ Rosanna said with a smirk as she unlocked her new apartment.
//Teva?//
/Well, I have to call you something, don't I? And Teva's a good name. I role-played a character named Teva once. Dragon/Human, trained to be a ninja, loved to paint, lesbian, lost her memories, her girlfriend went with someone else and had a kid, her parents sort of abandoned her, was re- trained to kill people. Fun character, really./
//Teva?//
/Oh shut up, I start school tomorrow, you needed a name incase I say something out loud./
//Fine, fine.//
~~~~~~~~ Christmas Break ~~~~~~~~~~
Rosanna, still in her human-form, trained beside the selected students at the Center. Right now, they practiced with crossbows. They had all ready learned daggers, swords, blowguns, and regular guns. In-fact, Rosanna had taken to keeping a pair of slim stilettos tucked into her combat boots and another pair strapped to her wrists hidden inside a pair of leather armbands. When she wore her hair up, she did so in oriental styles that required sticks, and used extremely sharp and long pins to hold her hair up.
She currently had one of her followers working on creating a small but powerful crossbow for her to hide upon herself. She would dearly love to be able to tote around her long daggers, a design she had created and had forged for her by a talented metalsmith she had converted to her cause. They weren't long enough to be called short swords but they were too long to be called daggers. They were easy to use in a fight and they felt so right in her hands.
She had practiced with throwing knives on the side and had perfected her aim. She kept at least two full sets hidden in the long black leather trench-coat she found.
She had always been fascinated by anything with a sharp edge to it. So she found uses for everything from paper to swords. And her feathers fascinated her to no end. She could get them to be ever so soft if she wanted, but they were normally sharper than a diamond blade. And this made her happy.
~~ New Years Night (midnight in Britain, whatever that is in Michigan) ~~
Rosanna looked up from her drawings with a blink as an odd feeling washed over her for several moments.
/What the hell is that?/ she questioned Teva.
//That... is the results of a Naming. I didn't think you'd be able to feel it. Most don't unless they're close. From the 'feel' of this, I'd say it's in Europe. Probably the British Weapons are Naming their new members.//
/Ah. So that's what a Naming feels like?/
//Only from far away. And just so you know, 'this' is how a full Weapon would feel to you,// Teva told her, giving her the knowledge she needed to find her fellow Weapons.
/What about a partially trained Weapon, like myself?/
//Just dilute that feeling and you've got it. It mostly depends on how far along in their training they are.//
/Oh goody./
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A/N: THERE! Just over three pages! And this takes us through BS's Naming ceremony. I'm not sure where I'll start the next chapter, but expect to see a guest appearance! ^-^ I am so evil.
I also realize that 'Teva' isn't really like Hak... nor is she like Weapon. She won't take over Rosanna, and she does more than insult her. In my opinion, this is how the Power would respond to someone without a mentor. All the knowledge is in the Power, and thus available, but Rosanna needs to learn it. So, Teva!
As for how to SAY her name... it's soft vowels, not hard vowels. The 'eva' is supposed to be kind of like a sigh.
Also, extremely sorry for the time it took. I couldn't get inspired and I had originally wanted to put in the priest's speech to his congregation and how she marks her 'minions'. But eh. I just decided to do what I do best... and FAST FORWARD!
Now to answer my faithful reviewers!
Autumn Ice: Don't worry, she'll meet with another Weapon soon! Have you read BS? I'm so excited! As for her Name... you'll just have to wait a bit! ^-^
The Itch: So many good ideas! I don't know if I can use them. I couldn't come up with a Balance Weapon, so they all just get to play with weapons! Yay! Much weapon training. Can you guess what Name I've chosen? I've already got it picked out. Don't think it'll take 20 chapters to get to, but definitely will wait for Draco ^-^ Which should be next chapter. Oh, what time of the year did they find the chamber? Much fun this shall be!
jez_two: I'm sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy!
Kalih: You had good ideas! I may yet use them... I'm horrible at detail and I wanted to do detail... but please note this chapter... no detail ^-^ Sorry for the wait!
howling wolf: I think I'll just stick with Rosanna for now ^-^
Scamber Dragon: I still haven't thought of anything, except... maybe... well. We'll see! Hope you liked this! And sooooo sorry for the wait!
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
Please go read!
A/N: OK, well. The British Weapons (as I'm mentally calling Weap/Dart/Gunn/Bladewhip/Katar) held the Naming on New Years, and I'm assuming that Rosi did her deal in August, so there's going to be major leaps and bounds forward in time so I can try to sync up the stories. There's so much to do, like turning the Detroit Area into a Balance Zone without rising suspicions from the gov't. But, with the wonders of Author- Power (similar to the Weapon's Power) I can do this!
//...// is the Power /.../ is Rosanna talking to the Power silently {...} is sub-vocalization, where Rosanna can talk to everyone/anyone without moving her lips "..." verbal speech
Chapter 4/?
Steel stood beside her on a balcony over looking the church as the faithful church-goers slowly filed into the building to sit on pews that had been conjured up once more. Ugly things, hopefully she could get rid of them again swiftly.
{This is the core of my Balance,} she sub-vocalized for Steel only. With practice, she had found she could send her words to select numbers in a crowd, though the Markings made it easier since they also tagged her minions with a touch of her Power. {Jefferson had better not screw this up, or I'll have him training with me.}
Steel turned slightly to look at the creature beside him. She glowed with silver light that seemed other-worldly as it played about on her face, like a lover's fingers might. Her wings, one black and one white, were folded easily against her back as her arms crossed over her scale-clad breasts.
"Jefferson has been speaking to the congregation for years, Angel," Steel said softly as he shifted his gaze to the priest that was greeting those coming in. "He will not fail you. He knows how to play them."
~~~~~~~~~~~ Later that night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
//...and that's how you transform back to your old self, but I really don't see why you would even want to,// the voice in her head muttered with a soft sniff.
/Because I wish to go through the school system. My minions here can keep things going, spread the Balance without me. But if I get into the schools, I can get things going with the younger people who no longer attend church,/ Rosanna stated calmly as she closed her eyes, willing the Power to work for her.
In the dark room, the glow that was ever-present with the 'Angel of Balance' faded away as she lost height and her skin turned blotchy pink/red. She had been actually training in what little time she was afforded, and so she kept her toned appearance and being slightly vain, she kept the blue/black hair that actually softened out the red in her face. Had she looked in a mirror, she would have seen that her blue eyes were still an other-worldly shade of blue that sparkled and shimmered and held no-little-bit of insanity.
Earlier, she had woven her Power through the paths to let her simply walk into the high school she had chosen. It wasn't her old one, but she didn't want to deal with those idiots anyway yet.
The Power flowed again and she was finally clad (so as not to scare the silly people) in baggy black pants that had glow-in-the-dark zippered pockets everywhere, a pair of black combat boots, a black skin-tight tank- top, and a swim-suit-cover-up jacket that was really just a jacket made of black mesh with a matching hood and some pockets.
So Rosanna turned and walked from the room, making her way towards the apartments she had set up for herself.
{Steel,} she called to her first convert, {You will be hearing from me should my new pet need any help. She is going to start school soon for me and I must watch over her, but cannot show myself. You will also let me know of any problems at the Center.}
"Yes, Mistress," Steel said out loud, knowing that the Angel could hear him.
//You know, you'll need to awaken his telepathic abilities soon so he can communicate with you instead of waiting for you to contact him,// the voice in her head muttered, then shoved the knowledge of just how to do so into her brain.
/Well, thank you very much, Teva. I wasn't sure how to do that. I'll do it next time I visit him,/ Rosanna said with a smirk as she unlocked her new apartment.
//Teva?//
/Well, I have to call you something, don't I? And Teva's a good name. I role-played a character named Teva once. Dragon/Human, trained to be a ninja, loved to paint, lesbian, lost her memories, her girlfriend went with someone else and had a kid, her parents sort of abandoned her, was re- trained to kill people. Fun character, really./
//Teva?//
/Oh shut up, I start school tomorrow, you needed a name incase I say something out loud./
//Fine, fine.//
~~~~~~~~ Christmas Break ~~~~~~~~~~
Rosanna, still in her human-form, trained beside the selected students at the Center. Right now, they practiced with crossbows. They had all ready learned daggers, swords, blowguns, and regular guns. In-fact, Rosanna had taken to keeping a pair of slim stilettos tucked into her combat boots and another pair strapped to her wrists hidden inside a pair of leather armbands. When she wore her hair up, she did so in oriental styles that required sticks, and used extremely sharp and long pins to hold her hair up.
She currently had one of her followers working on creating a small but powerful crossbow for her to hide upon herself. She would dearly love to be able to tote around her long daggers, a design she had created and had forged for her by a talented metalsmith she had converted to her cause. They weren't long enough to be called short swords but they were too long to be called daggers. They were easy to use in a fight and they felt so right in her hands.
She had practiced with throwing knives on the side and had perfected her aim. She kept at least two full sets hidden in the long black leather trench-coat she found.
She had always been fascinated by anything with a sharp edge to it. So she found uses for everything from paper to swords. And her feathers fascinated her to no end. She could get them to be ever so soft if she wanted, but they were normally sharper than a diamond blade. And this made her happy.
~~ New Years Night (midnight in Britain, whatever that is in Michigan) ~~
Rosanna looked up from her drawings with a blink as an odd feeling washed over her for several moments.
/What the hell is that?/ she questioned Teva.
//That... is the results of a Naming. I didn't think you'd be able to feel it. Most don't unless they're close. From the 'feel' of this, I'd say it's in Europe. Probably the British Weapons are Naming their new members.//
/Ah. So that's what a Naming feels like?/
//Only from far away. And just so you know, 'this' is how a full Weapon would feel to you,// Teva told her, giving her the knowledge she needed to find her fellow Weapons.
/What about a partially trained Weapon, like myself?/
//Just dilute that feeling and you've got it. It mostly depends on how far along in their training they are.//
/Oh goody./
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A/N: THERE! Just over three pages! And this takes us through BS's Naming ceremony. I'm not sure where I'll start the next chapter, but expect to see a guest appearance! ^-^ I am so evil.
I also realize that 'Teva' isn't really like Hak... nor is she like Weapon. She won't take over Rosanna, and she does more than insult her. In my opinion, this is how the Power would respond to someone without a mentor. All the knowledge is in the Power, and thus available, but Rosanna needs to learn it. So, Teva!
As for how to SAY her name... it's soft vowels, not hard vowels. The 'eva' is supposed to be kind of like a sigh.
Also, extremely sorry for the time it took. I couldn't get inspired and I had originally wanted to put in the priest's speech to his congregation and how she marks her 'minions'. But eh. I just decided to do what I do best... and FAST FORWARD!
Now to answer my faithful reviewers!
Autumn Ice: Don't worry, she'll meet with another Weapon soon! Have you read BS? I'm so excited! As for her Name... you'll just have to wait a bit! ^-^
The Itch: So many good ideas! I don't know if I can use them. I couldn't come up with a Balance Weapon, so they all just get to play with weapons! Yay! Much weapon training. Can you guess what Name I've chosen? I've already got it picked out. Don't think it'll take 20 chapters to get to, but definitely will wait for Draco ^-^ Which should be next chapter. Oh, what time of the year did they find the chamber? Much fun this shall be!
jez_two: I'm sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy!
Kalih: You had good ideas! I may yet use them... I'm horrible at detail and I wanted to do detail... but please note this chapter... no detail ^-^ Sorry for the wait!
howling wolf: I think I'll just stick with Rosanna for now ^-^
Scamber Dragon: I still haven't thought of anything, except... maybe... well. We'll see! Hope you liked this! And sooooo sorry for the wait!