Post by The Madness Menagerie on Aug 30, 2020 13:50:17 GMT -5
MiAtlantis - Star Date circa 32975327.supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Roughly translated, immediately following the events of We Are Relentless
The coffin lands in a puff of violet smoke as Cheshire and Loki watch as the door creaks open. Mia comes stumbling out, holding an unconscious Ataxia up, his limp arm draped over her shoulders. She falls as Cheshire and Loki rush forward to help.
Loki Synn: Dafuq happened and how in the HELL did you get here?!
Cheshire: Nevermind that. You know what has happened since Mia left. We need to get Ataxia stabilized and Mia up to date before s…
Exhausted, Mia looks up at her two personas, instantly recognizing that somehow, someway, both Ataxia and her have managed to get to Mia’s domain instead of his. However, something was wrong, off in a way that Mia felt was all too familiar, yet strange at the same time. She carefully sets down Ataxia and gets to her feet as Cheshire tries to finish her sentence.
Mia Rayne: Tell me what exactly? WHAT has happened since I left?
Mia glares at the two but before she can do anything else, a figure pounces on her and throws her right into Ataxia! The two fly backward, both hitting the coffin, causing it to fall over in a puff of smoke. Mia shakes her head, making sure Ataxia was still breathing, which he was, and trying to figure out what attacked her. In her own space. Now she was starting to get angry. She stomps forward, waves of indigo light emitting from the ground where her boots tread. The shadowy figure that attacked her stands slowly, her back turned. However, she holds up her hand, the same one with the tattoo that Silvio had done for Mia earlier, the center of it glowing with an onyx light.
Mia Rayne: The lotus… But… How?
She doesn’t get a chance to finish as the figure turns and smiles menecingly at Mia.
Amelia: Hiya! Amelia’s hooooommmmmeeeeeee….
Mia’s persona from what felt like a lifetime ago waves as tendrils spring up and wrap themselves around Mia’s arms and legs, forcing her to her knees. Amelia chuckles and struts over to Mia, slapping her in the face as Cheshire and Loki try to intervene.
Amelia: Oh no. It’s my turn. Your little allegiance ends NOW.
With a snap of her fingers, boxes spring up and form around both Loki and Cheshire. Neither one seems to be able to get themselves out, despite their best efforts. Chuckling to herself, Amelia turns her attentions back to a helpless Mia.
Amelia: You’re weak. I get that. Tired from a massive… Fight…
Amelia gestures to the still unmoving Ataxia.
Amelia: That resulted in the gift that we only began to understand as you were getting it. Anything is possible if you just put the right thought behind it Mia, and trust me… I’ve put a LOT of thought behind this. Whatever… Experience you had with that tendril business awoke me. The match you had gave me the weapon and now for every DAY that you kept me locked up, I promise you that I will do the exact same to each and every one of you that kept me there. You never CALLED. You never WROTE…. Never even said my name…
Amelia looks off, sad and forlorn.
Mia Rayne: Amelia…
Amelia scoffs before slapping Mia, as hard as she can, and leaves a glowing green handprint across her face.
Amelia: It’s too late for your… Words. It’s about time I take the ol’ consciousness out for a spin and see what kind of havok I can create. And let me tell you something Mia, it’s going to feel GOOD to say “I” and only mean “ME.” This will no longer be an “us” kind of relationship. You’re a necessary piece of trash and frankly…
Amelia turns her nose up to Mia.
Amelia: You disgust me. Ok… Not really. I love the SHIT out of you… You highly unnecessary… We’ll call you ARTWORK! And just like ANY kind of artwork…
Amelia snaps her fingers as a kitchen scene shows up. The coffin rights itself and morphs into a refrigerator.
Amelia: You belong on the fridge… Permanently. I will enjoy seeing the expressions on your face change when I bring the fanTASTIC news of Zephyr’s doom. Once I’m done with her Mia, because I KNOW that that one will sting, I’m going to eliminate any hope of you EVER regaining control. The thing that awoke me? Consider it GONE. And when I’m done removing every shred of hope you have of ever regaining control of all of THIS…
Amelia runs her hands up and down her body as Mia rolls her eyes.
Amelia: I’ll destroy everything that you’ve EVER held near and dear.
Amelia smiles as Mia can only glare. With another snap, Amelia points at the coffin turned fridge as Mia and Ataxia are both thrown onto it. Almost as if they are glued to the surface, Mia is unable to move her arms or legs as both of them shrink to the size of magnets and become part of the refrigerator’s decor. A child’s drawing, done in crayon, of a stick figure Mia and stick figure Ataxia holding hands and smiling together. Amelia scratches her chin thoughtfully.
Amelia: It will have to do, but I honestly think you could do better Slagathor.
Amelia claps her hands and disappears. Suddenly, a comatose Mia Rayne, laid out in a hospital bed opens her eyes. A devious smile plays over her lips as she calls for the nurse.
AMIAla: Oh nurse! I think I’m all better now!
She laughs lightly to herself as she puts her hands behind her head and waits. She doesn’t have long before the doctor declares a medical miracle. Everyone claps as Mia gets up out of bed at the admiration of all.
MiAmelia: Mmm… Thank you all. Just remember to send all the bills to the offices at Carnage Wrestling, care of Christopher St. James. Tell him… Mia Rayne is coming back home!
She courtesies as she then throws them all out of her room. Any decent psycho still enjoys a little decency as they are getting dressed. The center of the lotus tattoo glowing slightly before fading back to nothing.
An undisclosed location in Japan -
A disheveled Zach Van Owen, former member of the mythical stable The Forsaken, wakes up in a cold sweat from what he thought was a dream involving Mia Rayne and Ataxia, a coffin, and a refrigerator cackling a high pitched laugh. He shakes his head as his gaze focuses in front of him; and on one Mia Rayne, or at least, a ghost form Mia Rayne.
He rubs his eyes again just to ensure he’s seeing things right, but the harder he rubs, the clearer Mia’s visage becomes.
Zach Van Owen: Wha…?
Mia holds up her hands in defense.
Mia Rayne: Hey, I’m new to this whole thing and in my defense, I wasn’t trying to get you. But you’ll have to do and my time is shor…
She doesn’t have a chance to finish as blood begins to flow steadily from her nose. She doesn’t seem to care though.
Mia Rayne: Listen, Zach… I KNOW we haven’t really connected lately and I’m sorry. But… Things have happened that would be better explained in person, if I could…
Mia sighs in exasperation as she wipes the now fast flowing blood from her nose. It appears she starts to cry, but tears of red. She rolls her eyes as Zach tries to figure out if he’s still dreaming.
Mia Rayne: No, you’re not dreaming. Listen, Ataxia and I are in trouble. You might not remember her, but Amelia has taken over my body, she’s in control and has locked both Ataxia and I in my head. Come to Baltimore, Maryland. Look for Carnage. That’s where Amelia will be and that’s where we NEED you to help us. Please Zach, not to sound all Leia to Obi-Wan here, but at the moment you’re our only hope.
Mia turns to leave but her attention goes to something down and to her left. The blood is freely flowing from her eyes now as well as she goes down to a knee, trying to recover.
Mia Rayne: Oof… REALLY need a rest after all of this… Ataxia wants me to give you this Zach. He says you’ll know what to do with it when the time is right and it will allow you to communicate with both of us.
She flicks something in Zach’s direction and suddenly Van Owen can feel something in his hand. He looks down to see his fist clenched around a glowing green light.
Mia Rayne: Make sure you haven’t just been turned into a magnet before you use that… It has some… Consequences. Please Zach… Hurry…
With that Mia falls flat, blood pooling around her as the vision fades and returns Zach’s lighting to normal. Minus of course the rock in his hand glowing green.
Roughly translated, immediately following the events of We Are Relentless
The coffin lands in a puff of violet smoke as Cheshire and Loki watch as the door creaks open. Mia comes stumbling out, holding an unconscious Ataxia up, his limp arm draped over her shoulders. She falls as Cheshire and Loki rush forward to help.
Loki Synn: Dafuq happened and how in the HELL did you get here?!
Cheshire: Nevermind that. You know what has happened since Mia left. We need to get Ataxia stabilized and Mia up to date before s…
Exhausted, Mia looks up at her two personas, instantly recognizing that somehow, someway, both Ataxia and her have managed to get to Mia’s domain instead of his. However, something was wrong, off in a way that Mia felt was all too familiar, yet strange at the same time. She carefully sets down Ataxia and gets to her feet as Cheshire tries to finish her sentence.
Mia Rayne: Tell me what exactly? WHAT has happened since I left?
Mia glares at the two but before she can do anything else, a figure pounces on her and throws her right into Ataxia! The two fly backward, both hitting the coffin, causing it to fall over in a puff of smoke. Mia shakes her head, making sure Ataxia was still breathing, which he was, and trying to figure out what attacked her. In her own space. Now she was starting to get angry. She stomps forward, waves of indigo light emitting from the ground where her boots tread. The shadowy figure that attacked her stands slowly, her back turned. However, she holds up her hand, the same one with the tattoo that Silvio had done for Mia earlier, the center of it glowing with an onyx light.
Mia Rayne: The lotus… But… How?
She doesn’t get a chance to finish as the figure turns and smiles menecingly at Mia.
Amelia: Hiya! Amelia’s hooooommmmmeeeeeee….
Mia’s persona from what felt like a lifetime ago waves as tendrils spring up and wrap themselves around Mia’s arms and legs, forcing her to her knees. Amelia chuckles and struts over to Mia, slapping her in the face as Cheshire and Loki try to intervene.
Amelia: Oh no. It’s my turn. Your little allegiance ends NOW.
With a snap of her fingers, boxes spring up and form around both Loki and Cheshire. Neither one seems to be able to get themselves out, despite their best efforts. Chuckling to herself, Amelia turns her attentions back to a helpless Mia.
Amelia: You’re weak. I get that. Tired from a massive… Fight…
Amelia gestures to the still unmoving Ataxia.
Amelia: That resulted in the gift that we only began to understand as you were getting it. Anything is possible if you just put the right thought behind it Mia, and trust me… I’ve put a LOT of thought behind this. Whatever… Experience you had with that tendril business awoke me. The match you had gave me the weapon and now for every DAY that you kept me locked up, I promise you that I will do the exact same to each and every one of you that kept me there. You never CALLED. You never WROTE…. Never even said my name…
Amelia looks off, sad and forlorn.
Mia Rayne: Amelia…
Amelia scoffs before slapping Mia, as hard as she can, and leaves a glowing green handprint across her face.
Amelia: It’s too late for your… Words. It’s about time I take the ol’ consciousness out for a spin and see what kind of havok I can create. And let me tell you something Mia, it’s going to feel GOOD to say “I” and only mean “ME.” This will no longer be an “us” kind of relationship. You’re a necessary piece of trash and frankly…
Amelia turns her nose up to Mia.
Amelia: You disgust me. Ok… Not really. I love the SHIT out of you… You highly unnecessary… We’ll call you ARTWORK! And just like ANY kind of artwork…
Amelia snaps her fingers as a kitchen scene shows up. The coffin rights itself and morphs into a refrigerator.
Amelia: You belong on the fridge… Permanently. I will enjoy seeing the expressions on your face change when I bring the fanTASTIC news of Zephyr’s doom. Once I’m done with her Mia, because I KNOW that that one will sting, I’m going to eliminate any hope of you EVER regaining control. The thing that awoke me? Consider it GONE. And when I’m done removing every shred of hope you have of ever regaining control of all of THIS…
Amelia runs her hands up and down her body as Mia rolls her eyes.
Amelia: I’ll destroy everything that you’ve EVER held near and dear.
Amelia smiles as Mia can only glare. With another snap, Amelia points at the coffin turned fridge as Mia and Ataxia are both thrown onto it. Almost as if they are glued to the surface, Mia is unable to move her arms or legs as both of them shrink to the size of magnets and become part of the refrigerator’s decor. A child’s drawing, done in crayon, of a stick figure Mia and stick figure Ataxia holding hands and smiling together. Amelia scratches her chin thoughtfully.
Amelia: It will have to do, but I honestly think you could do better Slagathor.
Amelia claps her hands and disappears. Suddenly, a comatose Mia Rayne, laid out in a hospital bed opens her eyes. A devious smile plays over her lips as she calls for the nurse.
AMIAla: Oh nurse! I think I’m all better now!
She laughs lightly to herself as she puts her hands behind her head and waits. She doesn’t have long before the doctor declares a medical miracle. Everyone claps as Mia gets up out of bed at the admiration of all.
MiAmelia: Mmm… Thank you all. Just remember to send all the bills to the offices at Carnage Wrestling, care of Christopher St. James. Tell him… Mia Rayne is coming back home!
She courtesies as she then throws them all out of her room. Any decent psycho still enjoys a little decency as they are getting dressed. The center of the lotus tattoo glowing slightly before fading back to nothing.
An undisclosed location in Japan -
A disheveled Zach Van Owen, former member of the mythical stable The Forsaken, wakes up in a cold sweat from what he thought was a dream involving Mia Rayne and Ataxia, a coffin, and a refrigerator cackling a high pitched laugh. He shakes his head as his gaze focuses in front of him; and on one Mia Rayne, or at least, a ghost form Mia Rayne.
He rubs his eyes again just to ensure he’s seeing things right, but the harder he rubs, the clearer Mia’s visage becomes.
Zach Van Owen: Wha…?
Mia holds up her hands in defense.
Mia Rayne: Hey, I’m new to this whole thing and in my defense, I wasn’t trying to get you. But you’ll have to do and my time is shor…
She doesn’t have a chance to finish as blood begins to flow steadily from her nose. She doesn’t seem to care though.
Mia Rayne: Listen, Zach… I KNOW we haven’t really connected lately and I’m sorry. But… Things have happened that would be better explained in person, if I could…
Mia sighs in exasperation as she wipes the now fast flowing blood from her nose. It appears she starts to cry, but tears of red. She rolls her eyes as Zach tries to figure out if he’s still dreaming.
Mia Rayne: No, you’re not dreaming. Listen, Ataxia and I are in trouble. You might not remember her, but Amelia has taken over my body, she’s in control and has locked both Ataxia and I in my head. Come to Baltimore, Maryland. Look for Carnage. That’s where Amelia will be and that’s where we NEED you to help us. Please Zach, not to sound all Leia to Obi-Wan here, but at the moment you’re our only hope.
Mia turns to leave but her attention goes to something down and to her left. The blood is freely flowing from her eyes now as well as she goes down to a knee, trying to recover.
Mia Rayne: Oof… REALLY need a rest after all of this… Ataxia wants me to give you this Zach. He says you’ll know what to do with it when the time is right and it will allow you to communicate with both of us.
She flicks something in Zach’s direction and suddenly Van Owen can feel something in his hand. He looks down to see his fist clenched around a glowing green light.
Mia Rayne: Make sure you haven’t just been turned into a magnet before you use that… It has some… Consequences. Please Zach… Hurry…
With that Mia falls flat, blood pooling around her as the vision fades and returns Zach’s lighting to normal. Minus of course the rock in his hand glowing green.