Aleksandra Varushka, from The Multiverse, a roleplay on RPG

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#2011-05-04 05:44:31, as written by Prose

Pacing. Pacing. Pacing, went the thuds of bare feet against the roof's ledge while Sabine stared down at those whom stared back. Once again they fell audience to her life and rested their eyes upon a thing which was above them—what they were not worthy of viewing. Once upon a time ...

There used to be a woman who loved life—who loved people. There had been a mutual adoration and appreciation between them. The woman smiled and the masses adored and loved, only to have that love returned in kind. She had been their idol—their goddess of concrete and neon lights. The world was beautiful. And then one day she met a man, a man that was supposed to be of no consequence to herself whatsoever. Their meeting was an innocent one and one to merely pass time until her friend came again. That friend did come, and the two parted. But the woman broke and solace was found in the arms of the man that had been met. Life was never again the same. It had been twisted and turned sour. The color of the world had disappeared and turned to brown.

But then a glimmer of Hope was given to her.

... and now it was being taken away.

Brows drew downward and determination had been set within jaw. A new coldness swept over the immaculate features of the beautiful Sabine and her pacing continued along the narrow edge of the building.

"Just as you have punished me, I am going to punish you. You took this from me and now I am going to take from you. Child for child, Watcher. Mine for yours," Sabine shouted out down to the gathering of souls beneath her and pointed a violent hand. Menax was out there somewhere. Sabine could feel him. She could feel Traith amoung them as well. She was going to kill all of them. Destroy the Lo-Men one by one until The Watcher had none. They were going to die by her hand and suffer as she was suffering.

And so it was written into stone—stone that Sabine wavered upon as her body's fluids drained from her.

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#2011-05-04 06:15:20, as written by Prose

It was only at the word husband that caused the raven-haired woman to turn eye upon a woman that Sabine had no memory of from their singular meeting. The Right glared at the woman.

"Oh so you know of my husband, do you, whore? Is it you that keeps him from my home so late at night? Is it you that steals him away from me and bring about the truth of Menax's words. I know he's handsome and irresistable. I do not blame you for wanting him—for wanting to feel his power between your thighs," Sabine purred while trailing hands down her bloodied legs. "Have you had him yet? No, you haven't because he always leaves him mark."

Sabine!

A smirk touched upon the dark woman's face and she ran a tongue along pearly white teeth.

"So you were correct. He is near. Seems you two have grown close and for that very reason alone, I do believe that I will be ending your life soon enough. You see, no one can have him aside from me. He belongs with me, and I belong with him. You are just trash that has gotten in the way and must be burned," Sabine said to the woman while casting a look down over the edge once again. Arms raised and fingers danced in the air. The temptation to fly was so heavy in the woman's heart. Such a beautiful bird she would make, and how exhilarating the wind would feel upon her cheeks.

"Again you do nothing but prove Menax right, my love. Here you are with another woman while your wife suffers the loss of our child—alone.Do you not care for me any longer. Do you not want me. All you need do it but say the word and you can be free. 'Jump Sabine', Say it, Traith. Say it!"

Hands tangled in black locks of long hair at her temples while the woman laughed in her estranged madness.

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#2011-05-04 06:53:18, as written by Prose

And so the woman began to dance on the few precious inches that kept her aloft the building and prevented her from plummeting into the tides of faces and concrete below. Blood continued to fleck and stain the ground as it fled from cuts on those delicate wrists and shimmered down smooth legs. So close to the edge she moved and circulated, testing the boundaries of her balance. Such a beautiful angel Sabine was against the night sky and for display—an angel that had been perfected by her God.

The smile the world had fallen in love with painted on the woman's face as hips rolled seductively and with grace. Arms moved luxuriously against the song that poured through her mind—a soft jazz ballad which spoke of goodbyes. Silent words touched Sabine's lips and the rest of the world fell deaf to her ears.

And then a memory struck ...

A young man which sat upon a window sill. He was watching the world breathe. The waves crashed upon the distant shore and the clouds lazily loomed in the blue sky. His expression was stoic and thoughtful yet still peaceful and happy. Violet eyes shined out onto the world ...

Feet faltered for a moment and balance was almost lost as breath caught in Sabine's throat and chest. She had forgotten. He had been forgotten.

Upon the corner of the building, Sabine stood and looked up to the stars again. Was he out there somewhere? Her friend? Was he thinking of her as she was of him now? Did he remember her? Hands raised to the sky and fingers spread amongst them. Feet inched closer to the edge ...

Could she fly to him?

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#2011-05-04 07:25:54, as written by Prose

"But Traith," she said while tilting her head to the side and while that hauntingly beautiful smile still touched her lips," we have no child. The Watcher took it from us because of his jealousy and fear." Sabine danced away from the grasp of Traith—his fingers only whispering against the black shroud that cascaded down a body which made all men weep—and laughed softly.

"Your son is gone. He took it away from you. Menax was right," she said and dangled a foot over the edge while peering at the faces below. Just a shift of weight and Sabine would fly—soar through the mild air and embrace all that she had sowed for herself. Nothingness. She was perfection. Perfection could not exist. The only anchors to the world the woman had any longer were that of Traith and now her want for revenge—but not even that was tethering her successfully.

"Do you ever dream of flying, Traith? Do you ever wish that you could just spread your wings and soar through the sky ... "

Entrancing violet eyes pierced through memory again. Strands of hair ghosted along the palms of her hands. A smile broke through the darkness and shone like a glimmer of a beacon.

"He said there are other worlds out there. Even people that he's seen die ... still live. Do you think he's right, Traith? If I fly now, do you think I would make it to those worlds?"

Sabine's voice had dropped to nothing but a whisper and was almost carried away by the wind.

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#2011-05-04 07:53:57, as written by Prose

"Fly ... "

And with that beautiful smile attached to her lips and eyes echoing the stars in their mismatched depths ...

Sabine cast herself from the buildings edge and flew.

She did not even say goodbye.

Screams resounded from the streets below and flashes of cameras twinkled in the crowd.

And but for a brief moment, a glimpse of violet was seen on the edges of vision before it turned all to nothing but darkness ...

And the world fell quiet.

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#2011-05-04 08:27:14, as written by Prose

Body remained limp and unmovable for the woman yet still the cruelty of consciousness plagued her. Form screamed with pain unimaginable as all her bones had shattered beneath flesh, and still she bled away the child that had been. Eyes barely opened to the world, and they were both blind to the world—not just the Right.

" ... beautiful," came the whisper as the woman's mind and soul teetered the edges of life itself. A single word spoken but no meaning derived from context. Was Sabine speaking of the world? Was she speaking of her husband? Neither would have been the woman's answer if she were able to speak any longer.

It was of a memory—one almost forgotten.

Her smile once again spread along those wondrous lips as her breath gurgled in the back of her throat and as Sabine choked on the blood pooling in her lungs. Body fought against the imminent pull of death, flailed against it with the very little strength it had left, and then she went utterly still with a last exhaled breath.

Once again Sabine flew ...