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SA: Hiranyaloka December Quests
Lucelly sat, as she always did, in the center of her room. The room itself was largely empty, a simple single-sized bed against the left-hand wall when you enter the dorm-style room and a small desk against the back wall under the window. Faerie lights were strung at the top of the walls where the ceiling and walls met, providing a soft glow but little in the way of illumination for the room.
In the exact center of the room was a strange sort of seat; a large egg-shaped cage made of wicker stained black. The back was straight to provide support, featuring a woven pattern that resembled an open lotus, the petals painted white. A thick dove-gray cushion with a red lumbar pillow filled the inside, creating a perfect nest for Lucelly, who sat somewhat cross-legged in meditation.
The egg-shaped seat hung from a metal arm that was part of a wide, sturdy, crescent-shaped base that extended a foot or so on either side of the hanging swing seat.
She was in her natural state, gray hair flowing o
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SA - Hiranyaloka Entrance
Soft light with no discernable source bathed the world in a hazy glow, edges blurred and colors muted. The horizon was dominated by the hulking shapes of a distant city, skyscrapers reaching into a pearlescent sky. The buildings were fuzzy gray against a milky sky, a bit sharper in contrast to the empty vastness above them that faded from a shimmering off-white to a deeper... off-white. One wondered if most people could even discern the subtle differences in the shifting tones.
The immediate area featured a small park on a gently rolling hill. The lawn was a swath of almost jewel-toned green, immaculately cut grass, and the shimmering colors of flowers in well-tended beds offered a startling contrast to the sky and distant buildings. A single large shade tree waved and whispered in a gentle breeze that never seemed to cease. The trunk and leaves of the tree were so sapped of color, they were nearly white, though the texture and shape of the leaves were similar to a Japanese maple.
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SA: Hiranyaloka
Senshi Name: Sailor Hiranyaloka
Civilian Name: Lucelly 
Senshi Of: The Illumined Planet - spiritual enlightenment, corrupted freedom from rebirth
Member Since: 10/15/2017
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Sailor Hiranyaloka walked slowly into the physical realm - or, a piece of it that had been swallowed by shadows. Her target, a young Sailor Soldier who had been bested in battle, lay at the bottom of a set of wide, shallow stairs below a throne adorned with black roses. Hiranyaloka stepped down the case, glancing once at the gaggle of frantic Senshi on the other side of a barrier of blue and white light. Their movements were stuck in near halted slow motion - Hiranyaloka was walking between the physical and astral realm, not yet under the bounds of the flow of time on Earth.
The girl who lay on her back, legs sprawled on the floor, back on the bottom step, her shoulders and head lolled back on the second, had been so full of light... but it had b
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A riff from a lone electric guitar was the only sound in the otherwise empty bar. A harsh melody cut through the cold air as Malantha Ebner practiced one more time for the set that night at the Gimpy Mermaid, a little pub in a tiny town somewhere in Iowa.
As the sound of the last chord died down and she leaned forward, reaching a long arm toward the amp to shut it of, a polite clap started from the shadows behind her and to the left, where the barkeep was prepping for opening. She turned her head, myriad of piercings in her face and right ear catching the glaring overhead light and shimmering coldly.
"It ain't good enough to clap for," she drawled, arching a single pale, thin eyebrow. Her nearly colorless eyes found the bartender, a man in his mid-forties with a beer gut, a balding pate, and a scraggly gray ponytail.
"You always say that, Mal," the man responded in his raspy voice, damaged from many years of too many cigarettes and long night cheering at concerts. "It sounds even bette
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WSP BAD Example - Round 1
Alberta sat down at her desk and sighed because she was really irritated. Her teacher was a big asshoe and made her do some homework and she didn't like it because she wanted to go to a hokcey game because her boyfrand was gonna be in it. He was a good player.
"Hey are you okay, eh?" asked her best friend Mary, who was sat net to Alburta. 
"No I am like really mad, for reals!" Alberta whined really loudly. She whined some more and then got up and ran out of the classroom.
"I gotta go do some stuff, eh!"
Alberta went to the icecream parlor and got a bacon and maple sunday. The guy at the counter, named Billy, flirted with her a lot because Alberta was raelly pretty. He said "you really like maple flavor huh" and ALberta notted and said "It's because my last name is Maple haha!"
After that Alberta went home and took a really long nap because being a sailor soldier and teenaged is really hard.
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Lucelly sat, as she always did, in the center of her room. The room itself was largely empty, a simple single-sized bed against the left-hand wall when you enter the dorm-style room and a small desk against the back wall under the window. Faerie lights were strung at the top of the walls where the ceiling and walls met, providing a soft glow but little in the way of illumination for the room.

In the exact center of the room was a strange sort of seat; a large egg-shaped cage made of wicker stained black. The back was straight to provide support, featuring a woven pattern that resembled an open lotus, the petals painted white. A thick dove-gray cushion with a red lumbar pillow filled the inside, creating a perfect nest for Lucelly, who sat somewhat cross-legged in meditation.

The egg-shaped seat hung from a metal arm that was part of a wide, sturdy, crescent-shaped base that extended a foot or so on either side of the hanging swing seat.

She was in her natural state, gray hair flowing out and around her, curling around the edges of the oval-shaped opening in the hanging seat. She was still short enough even when in her strangely elongated state she was able to curl her long limbs into an approximation of the "correct" meditative pose. For once, her smile was gone, muscles in her face totally relaxed, visage closer to that of someone asleep. Her pallor lent her appearance to that of a statue.

Like this, she could feel all of the starseeds of those around her; her bungalow-mates, the people passing outside. The range for this fragment of herself was shorter than she was used to, but that was to be expected, given the extent to which they had required she limit her abilities.

The air had felt rather tense recently, the death of the Governor throwing suspicion on everyone. More than once, she had noticed scathing looks directed her way. Her arrival and nature had generated more than its fair share of suspicion, and she found herself distanced from some of the other visiting senshi.

She perked up in response to a thought, her smile returning as she unfurled her limbs and climbed out of the now-swaying chair with practiced movements. With a shimmer of the air around her, she changed to her more "solid" civilian form, losing a few inches of height but gaining opacity.

She fetched the small shoulder bag she had procured, filled with only some ID she carried through the Archipelago and local currency, then strode purposefully out of the bungalow.

She rode the train to the capital city of Eunomia, contemplating where she would be able to find exactly what she needed. Deciding she wouldn't find exactly what she wanted there, she made plans to pick up a few ends and odds instead.

she made her way to a gift shop where she picked up gift wrapping in lovely shades of purple and violet, ribbons in complimentary shades of silver and matte gray. She also stopped by a sweets shop, getting some hand-made chocolates for herself, a bit of indulgence. When the thing you spent most of your time swallowing was bitter karma, the decadent sweetness of desserts was a welcome change.

She was fascinated to find that the locals were decorating their city in anticipation of the winter solstice; even in times of unrest, they sought celebration and warmth. A few salesmen offered her tips on how to have a traditional Winter Solstice, shaken a bit by her odd presence and mask but unperturbed by her in general. She found a shop selling what she believed would be on par with the "ugly Christmas sweaters" she had seen on Earth in some areas. Obnoxious patterns and vibrant seasonal colors assaulted her vision, and she found herself buying six such sweaters.

When she returned to Metis, instead of heading straight to her bungalow, she instead slowly walked through the entire Acropolis, daylight draining from the sky. She passed by a young woman with coppery skin and a green mohawk, a senshi from the Celaeno system if she remembered correctly, though she seemed focused and didn't stop to chat.

As she was walking by a display window, she paused. Lighting up, she slipped inside, made her purchase, then rushed back to the bungalow.

Holing up in her room, Lucelly put together the gifts, wrapping each sweater and leaving it in front of the doors of each of her bungalow-mates with a handwritten nametag in flowing script.

For Sabine though, for Sabine she left an extra special gift.

Carefully packed and lovingly wrapped, she left at the very edge of Sabine's ward (as a show of good faith, of course) a wrapped sweater, and atop it, a small box wrapped in that vibrant purple with an elegant silver bow. Inside was a replica of a humanoid skull made in a natural resin occurring on one of the smaller, uninhabited islands. The resin itself was almost amber in color, semi-opaque, with flecks of a bioluminescent plant material that would give soft light in the night.

Once the gifts were laid out, she shut herself in her room, climbing back into her chair, and returned to her meditations, though a faint smile touched on her lips.
SA: Hiranyaloka December Quests
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:bulletyellow: Archipelago Customs
:bulletpurple: Room Description

It's not a whole whole lot as I admit I'm a little at a loss for what direction to take at this point, but here is a bit more on Lucelly. Finally, some room description, and she's muddling about trying to figure out the people of the Archipelago. 

References specifically to :iconfencergirl00:'s Sabine and (description only) :icondiscworldfan:'s Kalani. Unnamed references to the other bungalow inhabitants around Lucelly.
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Soft light with no discernable source bathed the world in a hazy glow, edges blurred and colors muted. The horizon was dominated by the hulking shapes of a distant city, skyscrapers reaching into a pearlescent sky. The buildings were fuzzy gray against a milky sky, a bit sharper in contrast to the empty vastness above them that faded from a shimmering off-white to a deeper... off-white. One wondered if most people could even discern the subtle differences in the shifting tones.

The immediate area featured a small park on a gently rolling hill. The lawn was a swath of almost jewel-toned green, immaculately cut grass, and the shimmering colors of flowers in well-tended beds offered a startling contrast to the sky and distant buildings. A single large shade tree waved and whispered in a gentle breeze that never seemed to cease. The trunk and leaves of the tree were so sapped of color, they were nearly white, though the texture and shape of the leaves were similar to a Japanese maple.

In this bizarre place, Sailors Necessity and Oblivion stood out. Even though her uniform included soft pastels, Necessity's clothing and pale pink hair seemed vibrant in comparison to the desaturated world around them.

A man and a woman passed by then wearing beatific expressions, their clothing and even bodies faded. They seemed as if they were only half present, and Oblivion watched them walk into the distance. She could see hints of the colorless bench they passed by through their legs.

"The souls here feel half-formed," she commented, nose wrinkled. "They look like stereotypical ghosts."

"For some cultures, yes," Necessity agreed, casting her violet eyes toward the sky. "I know that the physical form taken by Astral Plane inhabitants is a construct of perception... even so, the ones here seem far less solid than the ones I see within the Spindle of Necessity."

"It is likely because they are incomplete," an almost inappropriately cheerful voice interjected. The two Guardians of the Astral Planes turned toward the source, standing several paces behind them, under the sprawling Japanese maple.

The woman was no taller than Oblivion, though her anatomy felt off. Her limbs were perhaps a little too long and thin, as was her neck, perhaps even her ears, which were pointed and extended out from her head like a caricature of an elf. Long, wispy hair of blue-gray seemed to float around her, the length to her mid-back, though likely longer if it was obeying the concept of gravity. Her skin was almost pallid, blue-tinged gray. Her expression was foxlike and somehow overly pleased, eyes closed and mouth in a closed smile that was too wide and too curved to feel natural.

She was dressed in a variant sailor guardian uniform. A cream-colored leotard was overlaid with a pale gray top two shades deeper than her skin tone, the hem scalloped in a V. The top was lined with a deep crimson stripe about an inch from the scalloped hem, a thicker red stripe from about halfway up the V on each side going up and disappearing under her collar over her chest. A similar stripe was echoed on the leotard underneath. Scalloped cap sleeves completed the shirt.

The collar was a deeper gray than the shirt with a cream-colored, semi-sheer scarf tucked underneath it, the front corners held by a scarf band of the same material as her collar. A pin shaped like half of a starseed pin sat on the scarf band, the orb whole and peeking out on the side nearest her heart.

A skirt and slip with the same materials of the collar and scarf hugged her hips, the waistband thick and sat straight across her hips.

Gloves the same color as her shirt covered most of her arms, the tops scalloped and angled with the point of the V on the inner part of her arms just above her elbows. Thin ribbons were pulled through and tied on the outsides as if to cinch them to her arms. Stockings of the same design encased her legs. Her shoes were the same gray as her skirt, simple heels that added little more than a couple of inches to her seemingly stretched height.

A white tiara with a milky white gem hugged her forehead. Earrings of simple, crimson-red balls adorned her earlobes.

The most notable thing even with the other bizarre details of the woman was her semi-transparency. Her too-long limbs seemed to fade to translucency near the joints of her wrists and ankles, with no hint of bone or sinew visible; a suggestion of the shape of the tree trunk behind her was visible through the sheet of fine hair flowing behind her.

"Sailor Hiranyaloka," Oblivion greeted the strange presence in her flat, unamused voice. "Their incompleteness is what bothers me."

"Hmmmmm? Why so?" Sailor Hiranyaloka glided toward them, long hair floating about her as she moved. She gestured with a long arm, turning her palm up, taking in the city in the horizon and the scattered humanoid souls milling about in the distance, all washed out in appearance, all semi-transparent in places. "That incompleteness is what makes them all so happy. You can see the relief and happiness in their expressions, their auras. Enlightenment has many such benefits."

Oblivion grimaced, stopping a retort only because Necessity placed a hand on the slender woman's shoulder.

"We have had this argument before, and we know we do not agree with each other," the pink-haired guardian of rebirth responded with a calm smile. "However... we wanted to offer you a chance to spend some time in a place filled with many of those like us. Whose duty it is to ensure the cycle of life and protect it."

Hiranyaloka tilted her head to an angle that would be painful on many humanoids.

"Leave?"

"You know damn well you can send a projection outside of here without leaving the whole of yourself behind," Oblivion snapped. "You forget we are the same. Used to be the same." The latter was grumbled as Necessity strengthened her grip on Oblivion shoulder.

"We received invitations to two places." Necessity produced two invitations with a gesture of her hand, summoning them from somewhere far away. A village in an iteration of 30th century Earth, and an archipelago where -"

"I'll just go to both!" Hiranyaloka chirped, her form shifting and splitting. Each of her doubles snatched one of the invites, opened and scanned them, then grinned. Her eyes opened and she regarded her teammates in glee, red pinpoints glowing fiercely in the black voids where her eyes should be. "I don't want to rehash your boring arguments against how I am running my realm, so I'll just go and observe these ones." The doubles spoke in unison.

"I promise you though, I will find misery in the pattern of life and death just as I always have," the one holding an invitation to the 30th century on Earth assured them, waving the invite as she began to glow, gathering energy for a teleport between realms.

"And I look forward to discussing this with you again when I have more absolutely awful stories to share!" the second Hiranyaloka assured them cheerfully, twirling in place with the invitation to the Sunset Archipelago clutched in her too-long fingers before also disappearing.

Both gone, the two Sailor soldiers looked at each other, silent. Both wondering if they were doing the right thing.

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At the Sunset Acropolis, Sailor Upsilon, also called Umbra, tapped out a command to the stargate. A few Senshi were scheduled to arrive over the next several days, and she had to make some adjustments to the gate in preparation. As a steady beeping started across the room at a second terminal, Upsilon continued tapping out commands, checking her notes on occasion. The beeping persisted, a red light flickering on a terminal. Still, she continued typing.

It could wait.

When the beeping became faster (and a bit annoying), Umbra finally lifted her gaze from the code on the screen before her. Her processor finally caught up to the commotion. Standing fluidly, her heels clicked as she made her way to the terminal that had been vying for her attention for the last ten minutes.

Sailor Hiranyaloka materialized outside of the gate with a resounding snap. Blinking azure eyes, Sailor Upsilon looked up from the terminal monitoring the stability of the gate, having been lured to it by a curious beeping as it protested the existing of... nearly non-existence inside of the gate.

As Hiranyaloka stepped forward, smiling her fox-mask smile, she turned her head toward Umbra, the movement sharp and birdlike. Her gray hair flowed around her, seeming to defy gravity. Tilting her head, Hiranyaloka greeted her. "Ooh! I don't usually encounter non-fleshy sailor guardians! Helloooo."

Blinking slowly, Umbra raised a hand almost languidly, unconsciously mimicking Sailor Hiranyaloka's cheerful wave.

A deep buzz preceded the arrival of Sailor Laniakea, Cordelia zipping into the room at an alarming speed.

"Umbra, I thought no one arriving to-" She stopped short, her blue-hued dragonfly wings shifting madly. She zipped backward and away from Hiranyaloka, hovering to Umbra's right. "Uh... who... is this?"

"Oh! Sylphs! I didn't realize Sylphs populated this place!" Hiranyaloka cheered giddily, clasping her hands together, long fingers curled in. "Hellooooooooooooo! I am Sailor Hiranyaloka!" She produced the envelope her teammates had given her, clearly addressed to Sailor Necessity and Sailor Oblivion of the Astral Guardians. "My teammates have asked me to come here in their stead!"

Cordelia shot Umbra a sideways glance. The robot just shrugged, brushing her black braid behind her shoulder.

"Sailor Hiranyaloka is registered as a member of that team."

"Hannah won't like it, though...."

Ultimately it took two hours of serious discussions between all three of the administrative Senshi of the Acropolis before they decided what to do. Sailor Hiranyaloka was not permitted to leave the arrival gate, though she seemed oddly content with simply... standing still, waiting.

Once the admin returned with their verdict - though Hannah Schiff was notably absent, having muttered something about not wanting to be near the corrupted senshi if she could help it - Sailor Hiranyaloka was made to seal the bulk of her power, and take a more humanoid (and solid) form. She altered her form, allowing gravity to take more control over how her form interacted with the world. She was no longer see-through, though her skin was still deathly pale; heavy black hair fell below her lower back and was tied off with a hair tie. She "d              etransformed", appearing in a simple bell-sleeved tunic with a long hem and scalloped hemline on the sleeves and around her hips in a dove gray with a small crimson bow on the left side of her waist; a pair of simple dark gray leggings; and red crimson flats. Her transformation pin was attached to the bow on her side.

After being given a strict set of guidelines - no eating people's star seeds, no phasing through structures, no unsealing her abilities without approval from the admin, among others - she was shown to the bungalow she would be staying in.

They would watch Sailor Hiranyaloka and ensure she did not harm the other members of the Acropolis.

The walk to the bungalow gave her an opportunity to see the sights. Hiranyaloka tilted her head back to look up at the sky, her ceaseless smile widening. As Sylphs flitted by, some stopping to greet her, others simply nodding as she passed, Hiranyaloka returned their greetings enthusiastically. Those sensitive to aetherial energies seemed uncertain when they looked at her, as if not sure what they were seeing. She simply continued to smile.

She passed by a young human male with blond hair cut in an unusual style, shorn short except for a considerably longer section. She paused to study him, his aura telling her he was undoubtedly a Guardian like herself. He seemed to be waiting, hands in his pockets as he glowered at nothing in particular. He noticed her looking at him and threw what could be described an extremely grumpy face toward her, to which she "stared" and smiled back. His icy eyes narrowed, blonde brows drawn into a glower.

"Can I help you?"

Hiranyaloka shook her head, her smile widening.

"Not at all! I know where I am going and I know where I am. I don't need for anything. Can I help you?"

 

He stared at her incredulously before opening his mouth to respond, though his focus was stolen by another young human - this one a woman with red hair - calling him from a distance. Shooting her a last annoyed look, the man ambled away.

Unperturbed, Hiranyaloka continued her trek to the bungalows.

As she stepped past the threshold of the bungalow she would be sharing with many others, Sailor Hiranyaloka ran a hand through her now-black hair, amused by her civilian appearance.

As she approached a fellow senshi inside the bungalow, she offered her hand and smiled, the expression the same as always.

"Good day to you! I am Sailor Hiranyloka. Let's be friends!"

The bungalow-dweller, a woman with skin of a deep sienna and dark hair braided in a thick grouping of braids tied at her neck, blinked gold-hued eyes at the shorter Hiranyaloka. Slowly she set her book down onto the coffee table in front of her, her eyes widening as she took in the newcomer’s aura. The way it shifted and writhed like a shadowy beast, flaring with corruption…

“I-I’m sorry, who?” Her hand went to her pendant, the gem set into the center of it glowing ominously. This woman was a Senshi, but her aura was so close to those of her enemies… her mouth went dry as she backed away, the back of her legs hitting the couch.

“Sailor Hiranyaloka,” the smaller senshi replied cheerfully, stepping further into the bungalow. “I believe this is the bungalow I was assigned to, and you will be one of my roommates.” Hiranyaloka tilted her head, movement a little too quick.

“Hir— heera— you got a regular name, hun?” Sabine laughed a bit nervously. She felt like she’d just wound up in a horror movie…

“Oh.” Hiranyaloka’s smile slipped, eyes widening slightly, her fox-mask veneer dropping as she was presented with a question even the admins hadn’t faced her with. “Uh.. it was…” Red pinpricks were suddenly very interested in the ceiling. “I… Lucelly!”

As she decided on a name - any name? - she clasped her hands and the fox mask was back in place, red lips in a too-wide smile. “Please call me Lucelly.”

The system files for the Acropolis, back at the stargate, glitched, replacing the ??? next to her civilian name with Lucelly.

“Pleased to meet you!”

“N-nice to uh…” Sabine’s voice died when she saw the glimmers of red. She didn’t think, her transformation instantly engulfing her. The lantern on her hip popped open. She wasn’t gonna be the first one to die, dammit!

“Listen, Lucelly. I’m here to help you. Whatever this corruption is that you encountered, I can help you purify it.” She held up her hands, her sword still sheathed on her hip.

Lucelly’s eyes were wide open now, the black voids around the red pinpricks of light even more obvious. She stilled, as if unsure how to respond. Her eyes darted to the lantern.

In a few steps, the tiny woman was close to Sabine, pale hand reaching out, black fingernails and digits seeming to lengthen even as Sabine watched….

Click

“Your lantern was open, Friend Sabine!” Lucelly beamed up at the transformed Knight of the Wilds.

The silver lantern popped open again.

Sabine gulped, taking another step away. More validation the strange, even wraith-like woman before her was corrupted and in need of help, if her lantern was refusing to stay closed.

“Please don’t touch that.” The flames glimmering within the glass flickered higher, stray tongues of fire lapping at the mouth of the lantern. Her scars began to pull and ache. “You might get hurt.”

Her heart pounded. Was Lucelly a friend, or a foe? She couldn’t tell.

“Oh - is the latch broken?” Lucelly followed like a puppy and tried to close it again, explaining her presence as it popped open once more.

“I certainly would like your help! You see, my teammates - Sailors Oblivion and Necessity - want me to learn more about other cultures and … alternatives to Eternity.” She smiled blithely up at Chevalière. “I’m not in need of purification. I simply have eaten too much in my days as Guardian of the Illumined Planet, and it takes such a long time to process the residue.”

“Um… sure, let’s go with that.” One of the flames reached up to greedily find purchase on Lucelly’s fingertips. She shook her head and dismissed her transformation, afraid of what might happen if her power continued to flare. Her mind scrambled to find anything she might have learned about an illuminated planet or the word ‘Hiranyaloka’. Nothing immediately comes forward.

“As… long as y’all are sure, Lucelly.” Sabine breathed out slowly. “Sorry. It’s my job to purify corrupted spirits or beings to stop that corruption from spreading into other worlds. Looks like your diet feels kinda feels like that to me.” She managed an apologetic smile, taking yet another step to put more distance between herself and Lucelly.

Lucelly chortled, the sound fairly pleasant, though with a strange undercurrent - a gurgling sound that seemed to trill at the end of her laughter.

“Oh, no no. I call souls that have lived too long, suffered through too many reincarnations,” she explained, one hand resting against her flat stomach almost absently. “I swallow their karmic load to purify their souls, so they may enter Hiranyaloka - the Illumined Planet. Eternity, free from being reborn into an endless cycle of pain and death.”

Her tone was reverent, humble.

“You have nothing to fear from me, Friend Sabine. Though if you have any interest, I will gladly share Eternity with you.” She tilted her head again, dark bangs shifting with the movement. “Someday.”

Lucelly finally stepped back and away, hands clasped in front of her as she continued her close-eyed, tight-lipped smile.

Sabine never thought she’d be so glad to have someone step away from her. Her posture relaxed somewhat.

Wait… she swallowed karma? For those who were reincarnated time and again?

“That sounds like it’d give you a bellyache.” She tried to sound glib, but instead, it just came across as nervous. Her hand went to the scar on her chest. “Thanks for that, but I think I’m good.”

She froze, a realization hitting her. “Wait… were you…?” Was that shadow she’d seen in her dying moments… Lucelly?

Lucelly tilted her head the other way this time, the smile somehow… knowing.

“I haven’t ever offered you Eternity, Sabine Lefèvre.” A single white finger tapped on her lips. “Yet, anyway. And ultimately it is always the soul’s choice if they want to accept freedom from saṃsāra.”

“Then how do you know my name?” The words were out before Sabine could stop herself. Well, she’d received a packet on the other Senshi and admins of the Acropolis, so who said Lucelly hadn’t gotten one too? Not… that she’d read into her other housemates yet. There was no time to, not when she had plenty of packets of grit and grime to analyze and catalogue.

She cleared her throat. “Good to know.” So Hiranyaloka was connected to Nirvana after all. Okay, she could understand that. “Do many accept your offer then?”

The Haitian woman was back on familiar ground now— investigation and analysis. Anything to keep her mind occupied. “And is Hiranyaloka a physical plane then? Not just a— a spiritual realm?”

“Hiranyaloka is one of the realms of the Astral Plane. While some can enter those realms while inside of a physical body, it is a primarily spiritual realm.” Lucelly did so love talking about Hiranyaloka. So few asked, anymore. “My realm - it’s like… imagine a planet sitting inside of the light. It’s a small world, which has been built up over time by the souls that dwell within it.

“Many have accepted Eternity. I can only appear to those directly on the verge of death, or who have crossed into Hiranyaloka for judgment. Those not ready to enter my realm - not ready to reach Enlightenment - eventually make their way to Oblivion to have their past lives erased from their memories,” Lucelly gestured with one finger, as if stirring or spinning something. “Then on to Necessity’s Spindle, and from there - rebirth according to their soul’s original wishes. Not everyone fits into the same pattern, though any can be given Eternity if they choose.”

Sabine paused, considering this information. This wasn’t anything she’d heard of directly, but… “So these… Oblivion and Necessity. They act as the gatekeepers to rebirth? Oblivion as the River Styx, Necessity as the bridge back to life?” She nodded to herself, her arms folding. “Then do you seek out those you think are worth bringing into Eternity, or do their souls call out to you instead?”

Had Lucelly encountered any of her teammates in the past, then? She’d need to ask them when they next met together.

The Guardian of Hiranyaloka ran her fingertips over her half-starseed pin on the bow on her waist.

“Originally, I was called to judge those who came, whose souls were called to me. Their karma laid bare, I took what I needed to for them to move on… or I …” her smile slipped again, voice softer. “I sent them away. Eventually, I started seeking heroic souls, guiding them - trying to help them attain Eternity through deeds.”

Her face darkened perceptibly.

“It was not always successful.”

She brightened again.

“Now I listen. I go to those who despair their fate, those who want to be free, and I offer. Sometimes I am drawn to those suffering horribly, who don’t know better or different - I offer them, too.” She shrugged thin shoulders. “They don’t always want to go. Sometimes they are offended, or other times just not ready.”

Sabine fell silent for a long moment. She couldn’t help but feel chilled; despite Lucelly’s clearly noble intentions, something just felt wrong to her.

“I… see.” She said slowly, gnawing on her lower lip. “I’m sorry your intentions have damaged you so badly. That almost seems unfair.” She closed her eyes. “But… is it not you who also seeks peace, Sailor Hiranyaloka?”

Her voice sounded strange even to her ears, layered with a gravity that didn’t belong to her. Her pendant glowed a soft purple. Oh… one of the Ghedes had decided to hitch a ride on her, hadn’t they? And without asking either.

Lucelly had begun swaying in place, as if holding still was not entirely in her nature, though she stopped at the sound of the shift in Sabine’s voice. She brought a hand to her chest, in the very center. Not her heart, but where her starseed would be.

“It has been a while since I spoke with a member of the Ghedes.” Formal, distant. Face turned away from Sabine as if not wanting to look directly at the person she was addressing through the woman. “I know not what you mean. I don’t understand why she would say I am damaged. And I do find peace - each person I can free from the wheel of fate brings me joy.” Her words felt hollow, an argument repeated too many times to count.

“You’re lying to yourself.” Sabine’s eyes opened, her irises a burning purple in hue now. She strode toward Lucelly, coming to a stop just a breath away from the shorter woman. “Doesn’t it hurt, every time you take in a soul’s negativity?”

Her voice softened, “My father warned you away last time. This time I will give you advice. Consider what you’re doing to other souls, and to yourself. Don’t you want to stop hurting?” She held out a hand, the image of a younger man in a mix of masculine and feminine clothes overlaying itself over her. “We want to help you.”

It was Lucelly’s turn to back away a step, her expression conflicted. Finally, her sublime mask fell back into place. She reached out and took Sabine’s hand. A small pulse of energy flowed from Lucelly into Sabine - and through the spirit riding her.

“I thank you for the offer - but it is impolite to possess someone without their permission.” Lucelly’s voice was softly chiding.

Sabine gasped, her eyes returning to their normal gold as her body bowed. Dimly she heard Nibo shriek while he was thrust back to his own realm. She coughed and struggled to regain her breath, unconsciously holding onto Lucelly’s hand for support.

“Merde!” She rubbed her chest, her hand falling out of the pale woman’s. “Um— thanks—“

“I apologize if it was rude of me to push the spirit out,” Lucelly apologized. “However you seemed not to expect his appearance.” She ran the fingers of one hand over the one she had used to reject Nibo. “Usually I am very fond of and quite happy to speak to those of spiritual plains, but…” she trailed off. “I do not like it when we - they - impose our will on mortals.”

“Eh, kinda comes with the territory.” Sabine flushed, rubbing the back of her head. “And sometimes the Ghedes are a bit… grabby. But it’s thanks to them that I’m alive, so while I’d prefer that they, ya know, ask before taking me for a ride, I can’t exactly stop them. They usually have a really good reason for it.”

She sighed, massaging her chest once more. It still felt cold in Nibo’s absence. “At least he didn’t make me eat peppers this time. I thought I was about to breathe fire after that.”

Huh. She’d actually managed to have a proper conversation with Lucelly without running for the hills. Either she was getting better at this sort of thing, or her ass really was going to be the first dead in this upcoming horror movie.

Lucelly almost pouted.

“You mean I angered his father for no reason? Eternals, I should leave now while I still have a chance,” the smaller woman - quipped? It sure seemed like a quip. “I have to admit... they, at least, don’t spend a lot of energy trying to kill me. I cannot say the same for other such deities.”

… So much for feeling at ease. “To be fair, you did kinda do me a favor?” Sabine wasn’t sure if her smile looked like a true one, or a wince. “Sounds like you’ve made a lot of enemies.”

Well. This was just fantastic. If Baron Samedi came back fully enraged, the Acropolis would become a battleground faster than one could say “bonne chance”. Her allowance was going to go toward offerings to appease him, wasn’t it?

“Wait. Can deities or beings like you truly ‘die’? I thought you’d just change forms and return stronger or something.”

Lucelly seemed to read Sabine’s discomfort.

“I will provide offerings to give to him as recompense, and you can be sure to let him know it was my misunderstanding,” Lucelly waved. “As for if I can die… so far, no. At least, not yet.” She “looked” away, turning her smiling visage toward the far wall. “And we do not always return stronger. Changed, perhaps. Not necessarily stronger. I have met entities who shouldn’t be able to die but were ripped apart - they were never able to ‘be’ the same again.”

She looked down at her hands. So normal in this solid form… so… different from when she was ‘herself’. So close to when she was…. Was?

“I suppose… we can be changed.” She seemed lost in thought. “I suppose I have changed.”

A heartbeat later she was beaming again, stepping away from Sabine and twirling, arms reaching high.

“Either way ~” she put her hands on her hips. “Dear Necessity should be sending me a care package soon - or I suppose a ‘we forgot to tell you to take things with you instead of just teleport away’ package - and I wouldn’t doubt it will include local currency. I can pay you reparations then for possibly angering the Ghedes.”

First she’s acting like a goddess, then she’s acting like a child. So which is she really? Sabine wondered, gnawing on her lower lip again. Could she do anything to help her? Would the Ghedes even let her?

“Ah. Okay, thank you.” Sabine finally gave Lucelly what amounted to a proper smile. “And thank you for sharing with me. I’m sorry for… misjudging you.” But you still creep me the hell out. “Just uh… be careful, I guess. If my instinct was to see you as something to be concerned with, the others might feel the same. But if you want to know more about my culture, I’ll gladly share it with you.”

As long as Sabine didn’t have to look her in the eyes.

She looked at her watch. “Shit I told Baba I’d have that readout for him by now! Sorry, gotta go! Uh, nice meeting you Lucelly!” She rushed back into her room and fired up her computer, promptly losing herself in her work once more.

Lucelly watched her go, the smile faded from her lips.

“Is that why I’m always so alone?”

Lucelly walked to her room, which was decorated, she realized, much more to Zoe - Necessity’s - preferences than to her own. They certainly had not anticipated the switch up.

She went to the bed and laid flat on top of the soft comforter, gazing up at the ceiling.

She had made a friend today. A kind woman, though Lucelly was not so naive as to think Sabine didn’t fear her on some level. Most people did when they saw more of her than she wanted them to see. Still - a new friend.

And perhaps someday, she would show them Eternity.

 

SA - Hiranyaloka Entrance
Lucelly finally makes her way into SA, meeting a few people along the way.

Direct interaction with/mention of:

:icondedizenoflight:'s Sailor Upsilon
:iconquixoticapricot:'s Cordelia
:iconcionie:'s Sailor Dath (mentioned)

:iconlissapin:'s Soldier Hyperion and Sailor Solaris (very brief reference)

Also CO-WRITTEN with :iconfencergirl00:, for the interaction at the end where Lucelly meets her Sabine/Chevaliere, Knight of the Wilds.

Satisfies the following quests:
Bullet; Red Invitation and Arrival: Your character has received an invitation to the Archipelago! How does their arrival go? What's their first impression of the Acropolis like?

Bullet; Orange 
Meet Someone New: Your character meets someone else's! How do they get along?
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Senshi Name: Sailor Hiranyaloka
Civilian Name: Lucelly 
Senshi Of: The Illumined Planet - spiritual enlightenment, corrupted freedom from rebirth
Member Since: 10/15/2017

Prompt: 

Sailor Hiranyaloka walked slowly into the physical realm - or, a piece of it that had been swallowed by shadows. Her target, a young Sailor Soldier who had been bested in battle, lay at the bottom of a set of wide, shallow stairs below a throne adorned with black roses. Hiranyaloka stepped down the case, glancing once at the gaggle of frantic Senshi on the other side of a barrier of blue and white light. Their movements were stuck in near halted slow motion - Hiranyaloka was walking between the physical and astral realm, not yet under the bounds of the flow of time on Earth.

The girl who lay on her back, legs sprawled on the floor, back on the bottom step, her shoulders and head lolled back on the second, had been so full of light... but it had been shattered. That core of light inside her. Between the cracks, corruption teemed. Her karma was heavy - a bleak burden of pain and sacrifice.

The light was fading from her eyes even as Hiranyaloka neared her. Her teammates were screaming, trying to break the barrier she had built to protect them. None of them could see Sailor Hiranyaloka as she sat on the steps where the senshi lay broken, petting her hair.
Eyes blue as the sky, glazed as if through a haze of clouds, looked up at the wraithlike woman who had entered that space between life and death to talk to her. The question was there in her painful gaze, though she couldn't speak anymore.

"I am here to save you if you want. You have been through so much. Should you continue, you will break further."
Hiranyaloka leaned down, smiling her ceaseless smile.

"Would you like to know Eternity?"

When the girl blinked, her eyes almost didn't open. It was a clear struggle. Her breath bubbled out crimson, blood trickling from her mouth where the girl had bitten her tongue during the battle.

"I can ease your burden. Release you from the cruel cycle of death and rebirth that has tormented you," Hiranyaloka offered cheerfully. "I know you are hurting. Do you want to see a beautiful eternity in a world where the weight of your destiny has been lifted from you?"
She saw the girl was processing that. These were the seconds before her death, stretched immeasurably as this exchange happened in the blurred lines between Physical reality and Astral.

As she waited, Hiranyaloka took in the state of the young sailor soldier. The shallow steps the young woman lay on were like a display pedestal, her collapsed form an exotic treasure of white leotard and gloves, blue pleated skirt and boots, and soft teal bows, glittering blue gems on her chest and forehead, the silver of her tiara gleaming in the dull light offered by the glowing orbs in the vaulted ceilings above. Her hair was short, full of soft waves and curls, but it was drenched in sweat and plastered to her skin. That pristine white of her sailor suit was stained a dark red where a wound gaped on her side, caused by a sword by the look of it.

Her blood had pooled under her and was slowly spreading out. It was such a dramatic red, bright against the midnight blue of the plush carpeting on the stairs.

Finally, the girl looked up at Hiranyaloka again and shook her head. Slowly. Painfully. Such a minute change in the position of her head, but a refusal nonetheless.

Surprise colored Hiranyaloka's features. She opened her fathomless eyes wider and stared at the dying Senshi with red pinpoints. The girl had stopped breathing.

As her Sailor Crystal began to emerge, Hiranyaloka stood and stepped back, still within the Astral plane so she was unseen, but now pulled into the flow of time of the physical realm.

The barrier fell as the young soldier died. Her friends surged forward and tried to save her.

Hiranyaloka watched as a heavily damaged starseed appeared, unseen by the others, and was taken into the hands of a pale young man. She tilted her head as that Angel of Compassion noticed her, smiled, and vanished, taking the seed with him.

Nothing left for her there, Hiranyaloka left the remaining Senshi to grieve the death of their teammate and returned to the Illumined Planet.

She would dwell on that encounter many times, pondering the choice made by that broken soul.
SA: Hiranyaloka
Senshi Name: Sailor Hiranyaloka
Civilian Name: Lucelly [appeared on all documentation when someone asked what her name was... It wasn't there before?!]
Senshi Of: spiritual enlightenment, corrupted freedom from the cycle of rebirth
Race: original race unknown humanoid. Appears wraithlike with elven/angelic features
Gender: female
Age: ageless
Birthday: none. Takes 10/31 as a lark
Height: 5'6" but appears elongated in Senshi form. Civilian form stands closer to 5'2"
Civilian Appearance: appears far more solid. Black hair pulled into a loose low ponytail, a hair tie at her nape. Skin is deathly pale but not transparent 
Special abilities: 
  • Can see the depth of a person's karmic burden if she opens her eyes and makes direct eye contact which is why she seems to wander around with closed eyes. Yet can see just fine. Some people think it's creepy. (It is.)
  • Can see and speak with wandering spirits as she is technically part of the cycle of life and death.

Backstory: 

Sailor Hiranyaloka was said to wear the face of a holy woman. However, no one remembered who she was, or if the face was ever "hers". Had there ever really been a "holy woman" to begin with?

Or was she, like her teammates Oblivion and Necessity, only a fragment of the Planet of the Illumined?

No one knew, for as Hiranyaloka herself was wont to point out, it didn't really matter.

One thing that the spirits and deities of the Astral realms could agree on was that over the long millennia, she had changed. Once a vibrant (and normal) young woman, something inside her changed. For Hiranyaloka was such a tiny planet. 

It was originally a land where only the truly enlightened mortals who had released themselves from the karmic cycle of life and death would reside.

Not many beings had gotten that far yet. 

As she watched good souls laden with karmic burden pass on, only to find themselves stripped of memory - but not of their karma - and woven into a new tapestry of life, she began to doubt the cycle.

She had come into being to guide those ready to unload their pure karmic valance into the universe and become an Immortal Soul, free of the cycle of rebirth through merit alone. She would take bits of karma that were neutral, perhaps a little tiny bit black, into herself to slowly cleanse and purify, and send the rest to the Universe, to become energy that fed it's expansion and change and the Galaxy Cauldron that formulated starseeds. New life from the purest of energies and destinies.

Perhaps, over time, that was what changed her. Perhaps that was what caused her to doubt, for impure karma could not be destroyed. And a small fragment could not reasonably, perhaps, purify every last drop of the gray-tinged karma.

One day, as a great hero she had come to know through her adventures through the mortal realms in search of souls worthy of Enlightenment died and his soul entered the Astral Planes, she was aghast to find the balance of his darkened karma laid bare before her. For he had committed sins in the name of protecting his people. He had wronged others and ultimately, wronged himself, for the sake of "good". He would be thrown back to be reborn with the hope of learning from his past mistakes and finding a way to live a pure existence. 

She rebelled.

Taking his starseed in her hands, she studied it. Studied how it was connected to his soul and his destiny. Saw where the anchor points of the karmic energies were.

And she split it.

As he protested her actions, she smiled at him with tear stained cheeks and asked him:

"Would you like to know Eternity?"

He hesitated before saying that he did. He was tired. He had lived and died a thousand times and his karmic weight only grew heavier.

She was so serene as she held the half of his blackened starseed containing his darkness aloft, then dropped it into her mouth as she had pieces of karmic energy so many times before. It felt as if she had swallowed razors, yet she consumed it all. 

The remaining half became white as snow, glowing softly. She returned it to his soul and he changed. He became wraithlike in appearance, yet a blissful contentedness radiated from him, just as it had all others she had brought into her realm.

As whispers spread among the realms of what she had done, great debates started - was she mad, was she a thief taking the souls of the desperate,  was she right? Many came to kill her, accusing her of blasphemy. They failed.

As her power grew she changed, her appearance distorted, becoming washed in gray. Her eyes had been the golden orange of fall leaves once, hair raven black. In time, her eyes were reduced to pinpoints of sickly red light inside the void of corrupted energy whirling inside of her, her skin lost all color, and her hair turned a ghostly gray. Her body was distorted, yet still held ethereal beauty - some likened her to a spider calling souls into her web.

One by one she swallowed up the negative karma of those who had sacrificed in the name of heroism. She began to appear to those who died in grief and regret, always asking a simple question:

"Would you like to know Eternity?"

Personality:  Lucelly seems to always be smiling. She has a pleasant enough way of interacting with others... if a little strange. She seems to take not in everyday things, and will gladly debate the joys of Eternity with anyone. She is unfazed when others behave aggressively to her.

Henshin Item and Description: A pin in the shape if a starseed broke in half, a ghostly white orb in the center representing an exposed seed.

Henshin Phrase: Hiranyaloka Power, Make Up

Henshin Description: The starseed pin pulsars with sickly white light that envelops her. Lucelly's more human body elongated into her true form, limbs and neck stretching, hair paling to gray. The light blasts outward, leaving her in her fuku. A surge of black karmic energy sweeps over her and leaves her tiara, earrings, and transparent bows and scarf under the sailor collar behind.

Senshi Appearance: 
The first thing one notices about her appearance is her elongated form. Her neck and limbs are too long, fingers oddly long and tapered. She is also partially see-through, especially her joints. Her hair would be about hip-length if it stopped floating about her. Her bangs and cut straight over her eyes and she has flyaway strands curving up and floating near her shoulders. 

She doesn't lose her strange smile and is more likely to open her eyes when in battle, revealing the void inside and pinpoint red lights that are what used to be her eyes.

Her fuku is comprised of a cream leotard overlaid with a soft pale gray top two shades deeper than her skin tone, the hem scalloped in a V. It is lined with a deep crimson stripe about an inch from the tops of the scallops and a thicker red stripe from about halfway up the V on either side going up her chest. This is echoed on the leotard underneath. The shirt sleeves are caps with scalloped edges echoing the hem.

Her collar is a deeper gray than her shirt with two thin red stripes. Under the collar is a scarf like many Japanese school uniforms have, which doesn't sport a bow in front - instead, it is held by a scarf band of the same material as her collar. The material of the scarf is cream colored and is somewhat sheer. The half starseed pin sits on the scarf band.

The skirt is cut similarly to a regular school skirt with a thick waistband. The material is the same as the collar and a slip with the same material as the scarf, scalloped like her shirt.

Her gloves cover most of her arms and are the same light gray as her shirt, the tops scalloped and angled with the point of the V on the inner part of her arms just above her elbows. They have thin ribbons pulled through and tied on the outsides as if to cinch them to her arms. Stockings of the same design encase her legs.

Her shoes are the same gray as her skirt and simple heels.

Her tiara is white with a milky white gem. Her earrings are the same red as the accents on her fuku and are simple balls.

Weapon and Description (if any): She has a knife that looks similar to a sacrificial dagger but rarely uses it.

Attack Name and Description: 

- Karmic Backlash
 - The depth of her enemy's wrongs are felt as a searing pain in their body. The eviler the enemy the greater the pain. The duration depends on her power level. In basic form, it is quite weak.

- Soul Fracture - Some of the negative energy she has built up inside from swallowing all that karmic destiny floods out of her gaping mouth, pouring over her body. She draws her long limbs inward and then thrusts them out, shooting the energy out as dozens of spikey bolts. Rather than penetrate the skin, they become liquidlike, adhering to the enemy and causing spiritual pain, draining a small amount of power. If not removed, it will eventually burn skin and clothes. It can also be used in smaller amounts to create a more concentrated spike that does pierce flesh, and immediately causes pain to the enemy as it eats away part of their flesh. The effects only last for about 30 seconds but can leave a weak opponent writhing in pain.

Guardian Name and Description: none

Other information: 
Teammates: Sailor Oblivion and Sailor Necessity... who haven't come to SA.
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