[Cyberia] Re: Cyberia: Spirits in the Material World

[Cyberia GM]

The black cloud pulsed with energy as it swirled around Kayle and Pretty.
For Kayle's part, all she did was scream, her body shaking in a rictus as
her skin began to take on the hue of the cloud that so lovingly caressed
her.  Pretty's body warped with the energy pulsing through it, seeming to
expand in a futile effort to contain the energies now leashed to it's frame.
It took one halting step towards Dot, it's leg moving in a spastic
scrape/drag across the floor that scored the ferrocrete with the motion, the
sound akin to fingernails across a chalkboard.

Even as Dot and Suhuy took in the macabre scene, wind whipped past them.  So
fast was the movement, that they barely recognized Asha as she flew towards
Pretty, brandishing a gleaming sword.  An answering electricity crackled
around Asha's body as she hovered between Pretty and the others, the
indecision that had marked her last few moments gone from her features. They
could now see what she had hidden beneath the voluminious coat that she had
worn- a pair of wings extended from her back, their white feathers almost
gleaming in the luminescence of the forces arrayed.  

"There is no place here for you," she said, her tones implying knowledge of
what she faced.  "Let the creature go."

"no."

Again, a monosyllabic response from the now torn maw of Pretty, as the
blackness that surrounded the beast coalesced into a tendril of darkness,
shooting towards Asha's form.  The two energies met, even as Asha closed the
distance with Pretty, attempting to eviscerate the monstrosity.  It was a
valiant charge- a noble stand.  Worthy of the epics of old- an angel facing
a demonic force.  But this was no legendary ballad- this was life.  And in
life, the light does not always conquer the shadow.  The tendril penetrated
her defenses, and she fell from the sky skidding across the floor, landing a
mere meter from the monstrosity.  As Pretty looked at her fallen form, the
tendril caressed Asha's skin, and her body convulsed on the floor.

"tainted."

Pretty looked from her victim towards Dot.  

*screech*

It's leg moved again as it drew closer to the woman.

"you."