bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com ([identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-04-29 02:20 pm

Gemini, Part II: You Jump, I Jump

Title: Gemini, Part II: You Jump, I Jump
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums





"And it seems like all is dying, and will leave the world to mourn
In the distance, hear the laughter of the last unicorn."



He was dancing.

He was dancing in a maelstrom of the sea, the wind and a hazy fire.

Wings hadn't been an option when this dance had begun, thanks to the stitching in his back (and his own stupidity) but Renne still dances among stars he'd hung in the air himself. It was all an illusion, he knew that, but he was grateful for the chance to be allowed to place it in the Park -- a place spacious enough for this dance.

It was a dance for the repentant with guilt heavy upon their shoulders and it was a dance he was compelled to carry out.




He remembered the dance as he explored the City for a while. His mind kept on going over what had happened and what had nearly happened down in the pod chamber.

From the City to a Sensorium, he crawled and on the way, he passed by a door that he knew, didn't need to be marked. It was known in a way no outside mark could tell and he smiled a little at it.
In a Sensorium chamber, Renne Transcended and let his emotions carry him where they will.

His surroundings became a cloudscape of gold and above, a sky shone with blue stars.

Renne himself found his shape change. He smiled inwardly as a tri-coloured blue unicorn became a form of his. The body and upper halves of four legs shone of night-sky dark blue. The tail and mane shone in a lighter, silver-sea-foam tinted with gold. A silver horn twisted from his forehead and silver cloven hooves kicked up the cloud-ground.

In a star-filled Sensorium, a little blue unicorn learned a new part of himself.

In a bedroom near the door, a parcel sat, waiting for its recipient.
morphitudinous: (No pleasant dreams here)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy woke, having felt a strange calming sensation brush his mind. It felt like Renne. Had the imp finally decided to move in?

Curious, Billy slides his glasses over his nose and looks around. No one is here, nothing is out of place, except...a package? What was that?

It's more painful than usual to get up (he'd really taken a beating in training) but he soon crouches next to the item, running a hand over it. A second later, it sits in his lap. Before he opens it, he wonders:

"What have you done this time, Renne?"
morphitudinous: (Wonder)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a beautiful thing. Billy studies the majestic creatures, thinking for the first time that day that maybe they wouldn't be ashamed of him if they awoke. Why had he even thought that today in the first place?

The second he moves, spikes of pain answer for him. Oh, that was why. The other trainees had sparred---he'd been beaten and thrown around by the group, learning in detail why his entire approach to combat was wrong. He was too slow, too unbalanced, too concerned with style. If Jason and Tommy had been there, they would have been shaking their heads---and he'd probably shamed the Rangers' reputation too. The other crew members knew he was the weakest link, but they couldn't know how much better the other Rangers were.

Moving to other thoughts, he carefully openes the note. Renne's words, clearly. His friend was alive. Hopefully safe as well, but just living would be enough for now.

"I'm glad," he whispers to no one. At least, he /thinks/ no one is there.
Edited 2010-04-29 20:35 (UTC)
morphitudinous: (A majestic unicorn?)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Hooves? Who has hooves?

Scratching his head, Billy opens the door with a button and sees a...small unicorn at his feet. He's baffled for a moment. Where did a unicorn come from?

Upon reflection, he senses that this is Renne in some form. "I gather that you've been busy," Billy says bluntly.
morphitudinous: (Silly)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The unicorn form receives a gentle pet when it comes close. After a moment, though, his normal Renne is back.

"I thought so," he manages to say with a slight smile. "I'm glad you're still here. How did the unicorn transformation happen?"
morphitudinous: (w/Trini: PUPPIES!)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow...

That's about the limit of Billy's thoughts at the moment. He takes in the scene, awed by the mystery of it.

"I'm guessing it's not a coincidence that the unicorn is important to me as well?"
morphitudinous: (:()

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll return to normal shortly," he says. Billy hopes that's the truth---saying that he was fine right now would be a lie, after all. "Today was the first day of training. Needless to say, I failed spectacularly---but as humans say. pain is one of the greatest teachers."

Indeed. Being hit and thrown over and over had taught him which openings he needed to close. He'd tried to close them, but he'd need to train tomorrow and during the next class as well. It would be a daily commitment if he wanted to have a prayer of catching up to the other students.
morphitudinous: (:()

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good as a person or at certain things, perhaps, but definitely not at combat," he says in a lightly self-depreciating manner. "I'll work as hard as I can to change that, but I'm guessing the others don't think very kindly of me."

What an embarrassment to the heroes he is.
morphitudinous: (Default)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whoa!" Luckily Renne's light enough that the up-crawling doesn't hurt too much. He blinks when the other nose bumps his.

Automatically closing his eyes when Renne sniffs, he answers "That's what my old friends would say."

...so maybe they wouldn't be ashamed of him? Or maybe they would, if they knew how long he'd been here and how little he'd improved in that time. It was confusing.
morphitudinous: (Pout)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes sir," he relents, forced to see a little sense. Perhaps he could be one of the great experimenters, learning the hundred configurations that didn't work before he found the one that did.

"I'll follow anything you can teach," Billy says. "I suspect I'll need all the help I can get during training."
morphitudinous: (:()

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-29 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd just taken a sonic shower and settled for a nap," he explained. "I scheduled some time to recover from the training session, as weak as that sounds."

It had taken a toll on his body, just as promised. None of the injuries had been serious enough to require on-site healing, but they made it difficult for him to do much more than lift a finger without a tiny twinge of pain. Humans had a saying for that too: "no pain, no gain". If this was how much injury was required to become a competent fighter, he'd take it.

He might be hungry too, but he hadn't really thought about it.
morphitudinous: (A cannon? Really?)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-30 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I haven't, but I'm not certain it's a good idea to eat before bed," he protests. "The digestive process can interfere with sleep."

His pajamas still sit on the bedside table. Looking in the mirror he'd salvaged and installed in the back of the room, well...his reflection looked like it needed a nap.
morphitudinous: (Ripples)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-30 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Got it," he relents, setting the pajamas on the table closest to the mirror and ensuring the door is shut. Once that is secure, he begins the frustrating process of stripping his plantsuit off. It isn't as difficult as putting it on, but the bruises aren't helping. Especially on his abdomen---he sees now that Katara had nailed him hard.

After taking a second to inspect himself in the mirror, he dresses quickly. He sits next to Renne while buttoning up his top. "All right, I'm wearing them....mother," he teases.
morphitudinous: (DO NOT WANT)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-04-30 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Billy's jaw drops. "I'm shocked, simply shocked. Who taught you that language?" He's not at all serious, but it's fun to say.

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