Ah yes, the great multiverse battle. She was at home when she heard about it when it was first announced it was coming. Talks about it among the The Liberation Foundation members were non-stop. What should they do? Do they get involved? Do they not? Blah blah blah. So much worry and stress. They forget. We weren’t meant to save the world. Only save the souls that die in it. But many of the younger/newer members act as if they wish to become the next Thee Champion, heh.
Many other members of TLF could be seen gathering around the area as Daciana herself sat upon one of the many towering buildings in the city. Some had gone off to New York, some to Gothic and other areas that were known for high casualty. They were going to be working overtime today. But as stress levels could be seen on everyone’s face. The Ivory Reaper let out a deep yawn as she pulled out her crimson and ivory box of Maverick cigarettes, pulling a single one out before putting the box away.
Her cigarette sat in between her lips as she looked down at the heroes lining up to protect this world. Taking a lighter from her pocket out she flicked it on as it’s soft flame gave a warm glow along her face as her cigarette glowed to life. Taking an inhale of it’s toxic chemicals she put the lighter back in her pocket as she slowly exhaled, allowing the smoke to dance around her head and float away up to the sky. This wasn’t her first possible world ending event. Daciana had seen and lived through many possible world ending events, this wasn’t anything new. Just a new face with the same objective. She could see down below that a woman dressed in red began an attack. “Here we go.” She smiled as at the same time a golden flamed figure in the sky followed behind the attack as well.
In her ivory white uniform, Daciana sat upon the ledge of a four story building looking downward at the busy streets below as she held a cigarette in between her fingers. The stench of it lingered in the air as the smoke danced through the air while her blue eyes were focused on the chaos that was about to unfold. She saw everything. The two heroes walking out of the building, the shooting, the chase, but what she was focused on, was the vehicle that overturned in the middle of all the chaos. She watched as both heroes delivered the newborn boy and instantly, they vanished. With an amused smile she flicked her cigarette off the building and vanished in a blink of an eye.
She appeared just seconds later to the same hospital that the four traveled to, watching the nursing staff run off to surgery with the mom while the labor and delivery nurses took off with the newborn boy. Her ocean blue eyes looked over to the two heroes, Catalina and Zoe who were now in the waiting area, waiting for news on the mother. Well… she could have told them, but what fun would that be? No one else could see her at this moment as she was standing between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Everything looked the same, only everything was just a slight more pale.
The Ivory Reaper walked through the hospital as she could see several other members of The Liberation Foundation were busy with their newest souls, ready to take them to the afterlife they believed in. It was then a code blue was heard overhead as she made her way to the surgical ward. Several nurses and doctors were seen working around a woman. A nurse standing on a stool while performing compressions while anesthesiologists stood at the head of the bed. Surgeon spits out orders of medications and other nurses running around trying to work together to save this mothers life.
But Daciana wouldn’t be standing here,with her arms crossed and leaning against a wall, if they were going to be able to save her. What seemed an eternity later the surgeon called it. Angel Martinez was no longer among the living. Now it was Daciana’s turn. She walked through the doors as Nurses began to clean up the mess they made, not able to see the Shepherd of Souls as she stood by the bed. She placed her hand over Angel’s as she pulled up, causing a ghostly blue hue replica of Angel up from the body into a sitting up position.
“What?” Angel spoke, confused as she looked around to find her sitting on her now deceased body.
“Good evening Angel, my name is Daciana, I’m here to take you to your afterlife.” Daciana introduced herself. Her Romanian accent gave her voice a little touch of mystical elegance.
“A-are you an angel?” She asked, her spanish accent pushing through as her eyes were wide.
Daciana’s lips stretched across her face in amusement. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m no angel. I enjoy cursing and drinking far too much. The white suit is just a uniform.” She helped Angel off the table who began to cry quietly.
“Comeon now, don’t cry. You lived a good life, so good that you get a front row ticket to the pearly gates and hang out with the Big G himself. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“But my son… I just gave birth. I can’t leave him.” She was sobbing, if she could produce tears, they would be falling from her face right now.
Daciana’s smile faded as she took in a sharp breath. “Ok, come on.” She grasped a hold of Angel’s hand and began walking.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere you need to be.”
Turnin the final corner they stood in the labor and delivery and before them behind a large glass wall, were several newborns laying in little beds. They were all sound asleep with the exception of one who was being fed with a bottle. “See him over there in the nurses arms?” She pointed out. “Thats your little man.” Still holding onto her hand the two walked through the glass and up to the nurse who was holding him.
Angel reached out, in attempt to touch the child, but her hand went right through him. Her face twisted in emotional pain. “No, no, no. No crying. Come here.” She grabbed Angel by the shoulders and positioned her right in front of the nurse. “Now, you’re just going to have about a minute, so I need you to just… not do anything that’s going to make me regret this and just enjoy what you can cause if Karen finds out, I’m going to be in a sh!t ton of trouble, ok?”
“What are you-” Before she could finish, Daci pushed Angel towards the nurse and her body began to slump over for a moment before gasping for air.
A confused look was on her face as she looked down to see the newborn in her arms. Tears began to stream down her face as she held the child close to her. Ah, the power of possession, it was always fun to do even though it would piss off good old Karen. She stood there, watching the mother and son share their first and last hello. Angel sang softly in spanish as she gave as much love as she could to her son. As much as Daci would joke around and pretend like she didn’t care, she did have a soft spot… sometimes.
A glance at the clock and the minute was up. “Time’s up.” She grasped the possessed nurse by the shoulder and yanked Angel right out of her, causing the Nurse to slump forward for a moment before sitting back up and gasping for air, looking a bit confused at the moment.
Angel stood there in silence for a moment before looking over to Daciana. “Thank you.”
“Our little secret. Now… shall we?” She extended her hand to Angel.
“Will he be ok?” Daciana’s eyes looked over at the waiting room of the labor and delivery unit where the two female heroes were seen talking. “He’s going to be just fine.”
“Ok…” Angel took Daciana’s hand and in that instant, a portal opened behind her as a blinding light overcame them for a second before revealing the heavenly gates behind Daciana.
“Welcome to Heaven.” Daciana spoke as she guide Angel through the portal and standing at the gates was none other than Saint Peter waiting for them.
“Ah, Daciana, I see you brought Ms. Martinez home. As always, thank you.” Saint Peter spoke in gratitude.
“Sure thing Pete, take care of her, ok?” She looked over to Angel. “Have a good time. Hopefully we don’t see each other any time soon.” With a playful wink, a smile and a nod of her head she suddenly vanished, going back to The Liberation Foundation to report in another successful escort.
@feral_nova: What's your current load like, including extraneous delays for things like life and stuff? Halfway to starting a post for Ashley but I don't wanna overburden you.
“We’ll do what we can to contain the chaos from here. Good luck to you as well Lord Commander. I’ll send word to you if things change here.” Daciana nod her head as she watched as brother and sister exchanged goodbye their own way, with Adhene giving a harsher goodbye to her older brother. She would never understand the complex relationship between the two siblings, or why Adhene had chosen to be with the Wildlings while her brother was Lord Commander of The Nights Watch. But that was a story that was only between her and her family. None of her business.
“You know where to find me when you’re ready.” The Blue Eyed Wolf began making her way back to her hut, greeted by worried looks of her daughters who were sitting side by side with each other.
“Daci, why was there a crow here?” Nita asked, not bothering to stand.
“Are we moving?” Nascha asked as little Nita jumped up.
“I don’t want to move!” She cried out only to be met with a hand placed calmly upon her little head.
“We’re not moving anywhere.” Daciana knelt down to meet the eyes of the young pup. “And the crow was here because he wanted to help us. Not all crows are bad. That crow is a very nice man, he’s actually met the two of you when you were both much younger.” She smiled as the two girls exchanged surprised stares. “Now, I’m going to be going out again, I want you both to stay inside for the rest of the day.” She could hear the girls moan and goan. “There is something bad outside, a direwolf that is not acting right, I do not want you pups out there, understood?”
“Ok Daci.” Nita sighed as Nascha nod her head to show she understood.
Standing up she began to ready for the hunt, sharpening her blade as she gathered food and water ready. Gathering a couple of extra layers of fur for the night as little Nascha handed her a pouch filled with healing herbs. “Thank you little pup.” She gave a tender smile, giving a quick kiss to her forehead .
But just then, she could hear frantic screaming. Before she could make it out of her hut, Adhene came in, frantic and yelling about the Night Watch being attacked by the Ice-River Clan. But now she was torn. They needed to find the direwolf, they needed to kill it before it infected more. Could they really afford going after Crows who spat upon her people? But she listened to her plea, begging for Daciana’s help. Briskly making her way to her fellow Frozen Shore family member she placed her hands upon the redhead. “Your brother is a good man Adhene, I will do what I can to help.” She assured as she then quickly made her way outside, where already, dozens of Free Folk were standing around with smug grins on their faces after hearing what Adhene had just announced.
“Oy, all of you lot,” The Chieftainess spoke out. “Grab your gear, we’re going Ice-River clan hunting.”
She could see the lingering defiance in their eyes, wanting to lash out at her. “Let me be clear, you’re more than welcome to decline coming to assist, but if you do, you are no longer welcomed here.” The Frozen Shore Wolf growled at her men. “These Crows are lead by a good man, a man who traveled across the frozen wastelands to come visit us, to see if we needed assistance. He cares about us Free Folk as much as I care about this tribe. We are going to return the favor, and help them. Do you understand?” She roared out, not so much asking them, but demanding her people. Hesitation was still burning in their eyes as Balgair took a step forward. Good old Balgair.
“Fck it, why not? At least I can kill a few more Ice-River Clans in the process.” He held his axe over his shoulder with a cocky grin on his face. as other Free Folk began gathering closer together, agreeing to assist with the raid.
"Get the reindeer! We leave NOW!"
A group of Frozen Shore warriors rode through the icy lands upon their reindeer, which were more suited to travel through the cold than horses with Adhene leading the party, showing the way she saw them travel. Not too far off from the Crows departure were the dead bodies of the Night Watch rangers who were traveling with the Lord Commander. The way their bodies had been left out, the Ice-River clan didn't even bother to take their bodies with them to feast upon. This was an attack not for survival, but because they could. "They wanted to spill blood, they wanted to draw attention." Daciana growled in disgust as she looked down to notice something... a different trail of prints that weren't reindeer, but horse, along with the prints of a direwolf. She only knew of one person who traveled with a direwolf so freely, but dismissed the idea of her old friend getting involved in something like this. "Adhene, are we drawing near?"
(sorry, it was a bit rushed at the end, I just really wanted to get this going for us lol)
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