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uneasy_rider ([info]uneasy_rider) wrote in [info]exiles,
@ 2010-05-08 02:39:00


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Entry tags:"contemplate infinity", adam warlock, ghost rider roxanne simpson

Soul Gem Search
The fact she can command the bike in outer space is breathtaking. She shouldn't be able to do this, but with belief, maybe all things are possible. Big Z is appreciating the unparalleled freedom so much he's sort of kind of letting Roxanne ride in the proverbial bitch seat a little more on this one and just take things in. Adam Warlock isn't what she'd call "chatty." It's fascinating to consider there are other beings out there like herself trying to just get up in the morning and not become some terrorist or something. Maybe he can answer something that is gnawing at her.

"So what is it I'm sensing out here?" she asks. "I feel...It's like driving through Montana. Big stretch of awesome nuth'n, but you can feel some sort of pull towards the horizon. Only there ain't no horizon."



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Re: The Road to Hell
[info]uneasy_rider
2010-07-04 10:45 pm UTC (link)
The flesh burns from her body until the agony stops because there are no more nerves to burn. She sinks to skeletal knees and still she stares. The universe screams so loud other universes can hear it. Somehow, the Rider - the entity that is Roxanne Simpson, Zarathos and more for the merging - knows these Mephistos' death knells can be heard in other worlds. Somehow, she has wounded all Devils by making these two feel a soul's torment.

With nothing to support her skull any longer, it rolls off her body next to the gem and the silence deafens as much as the scream. the hammer melts into a small pile of rock and metal dust on the floor.

Those with eyes to see catch a fleeting image. A maiden in white and a skeleton in black merge from the remains. For a moment, they appear to clasp one of each of their arms and hands in a feral salute of brotherhood and thanks before melting away into vague memory like the shape of a snowflake long remembered after it has turned to water in a warm hand...

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Re: The Road to Hell
[info]vicious_cycle
2010-07-04 10:49 pm UTC (link)
A world away, another soul feels the shift. He's not a reverent person, or given to sentimentality. Even so, Nicholas Salem lowers his head and holds a moment of silence, as he will every year at this time for the rest of his life in honor of Roxanne Simpson.

Fitting day for the All-American southern girl to earn her freedom forever.

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