(Earth) Chasing Shadows

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What: Searching for Whatever Maleficent's People Are Up To
Who: Mabry, Medrau, Others
When: May 6, 2011
Where: Earth, Oregon, Gummi-Ship, Wherever the Trail Takes Us

Mabry hesitantly landed the borrowed gummi-ship at the agreed upon coordinates. She was still only an indifferent pilot, but necessity had forced her to it. She felt lonely. She had left Ashlyn at home, and while it wasn't the first time, it wasn't yet something that seemed routine. Just last week, they had celebrated Ashlyn's second birthday with cake, ice cream, presents, and her first pair of "big girl panties." Leaving her just now was especially difficult. And then there was Songbird. Mabry had just as strong an inclination to go to Twilight Town to be there for her younger sister.

But this had to come first. There was no avoiding it. So she flashed the gummi-ship's lights and settled herself to wait for Medrau.

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She stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and blind. A few last strands of raven hair slowly faded back to golden-brown, like a sunrise shrouded by a filthy sky.
Her hair was not the only difference. Her face had changed, though only just enough. Robin had always been mistaken for younger than she was. Medrau's claim of being twenty instead of twenty-four was only natural.

The rest had been more difficult - the acts, inventing a personality that was as far from Song's as she could manage. Trying so hard to disguise her manner of speech. Carelessness, shortness... She'd played a fool as well as an innocent. If anyone had caught on, it was too late now.

Tinuviel had what she wanted.

But Song awoke with barely a fraction of this knowledge. She remembered attacking her sister - the knife was still clutched in her hand. She remembered blacking out again before that, just after she'd convinced Seph to leave. She wasn't sure, but it felt like days ago...
And she remembered the phone in her pocket, though she seemed not even to notice the mysterious stone which had been slipped into the other. All of her mind, still foggy, was set on making the call for help. She didn't know, but it was Tinuvial - Medrau - who drove her to that just as she'd influenced so many other decisions.

The settings were already changed to audio post. She spoke shakily, "help. I need help. In India... Earth. Track the ship. We're in a cave. It's Mabry..."

The call made, she fell to her knees beside her sister, trying almost robotically to stop the bleeding.

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Mabry's eyes were wide as she stared at her sister. "You . . ." There was almost no sound to the word.

Her fingers were numb, but she tried to clutch at her sister.

Clinging to consciousness was difficult, for while she had tried to hide it, she had not been well for some time. Mabry did not brag when she claimed to be the second most powerful healer known to the refugees, and the recent return of illness had struck her harder than she had shown. It was ironic that her inability to breathe kept her from healing an injury that on another she could have mended with only a few whispered words.

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Sluggishly, still dazed by Medrau's control, Song remembered her own spells. Earth's dampening effect really was an issue, but at least she'd taken the time to learn Cura. She cast the spell over and over again, still too stunned to shed tears or raise her voice.
She did not share the same illness as her sister. With Medrau so active, there was more darkness in her than not. Her black-outs and weariness had been the shadow's doing, and now, for whatever reason, the shadow made her strong.

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Mabry felt her pain lessening slightly. She felt horribly weak, and every breath was an effort, but it was . . . not getting worse.

She tried again to speak to say her sister's name, but no sound came out, only a spattering of blood on her lips.

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Her own breath labored and the spells soon petered out. Her vision kept blurring and fading as it had before her previous blackouts, and she wasn't aware when Medrau reclaimed enough control to open a tiny portal and pass the treasure through - a first-class delivery for her mistress. Mission complete.
Now came the most fun part.
The shadow retreated, this time completely, and the weight of what had happened was left to sink in.

"Mab... Mabry?"

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Mabry looked up at the young woman. She tried to smile. Whatever had just happened with the woman whose place Song had taken, she suspected that her sister had just saved her life. And Song was pregnant and therefore fragile.

Put on a brave front, she told herself.

She tried speaking again, and a faint whisper of sound finally came out. "Song?"

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Instead of responding, Song tried to cast the spell again, but apparently she'd used up all her mana, as it were.

Her face grew hot and her throat constricted when the magic wouldn't come.

"I'm sorry." The words were strangled and breathless, as if she'd been the one stabbed.

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"'sokay," Mabry replied. She paused between the words of her next sentence, each one taking supreme effort. "How . . . what . . . Medrau . . ?"

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"But I..." She didn't understand what Mabry was talking about, and it didn't sound important.

"I tried to..." Song looked at the knife she'd dropped, and did not finish her sentence.

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"Not . . . you," Mabry tried again. "Medrau . . .traitor . . . need . . . to . . .post."

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"But I did... I remember." Nothing here was making sense to her. It was clear that she hadn't been acting under her own power. She never would have hurt Mabry, and she didn't remember coming here, but at the same time, she couldn't get past the feeling that it had been her, in some way. She tried to think rationally, she honestly did, but she couldn't banish the guilt and anguish.

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"I . . . think . . . you're . . . her." Mabry choked slightly and spat more blood. "Need . . . your . . .phone."

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That didn't make any sense to Song, and yet it did. This was all terribly confusing, and the distress of Mabry's condition made it impossible to concentrate.
Numbly, she brought out her phone again. "What do you want me to post?"

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Mabry frowned. "Warn . . . them. . . . Medrau . . . is . . . a . . . traitor . . . . and . . . you . . . might . . . be . . . her . . . she-" Mabry stops and pales. "Stone . . . Robin . . . give . . . me . . . the . . . stone."

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Biting her lip, Song typed each word in on the tiny keypad as Mabry spoke, pausing when her tone changed and looking up in confusion.

"What stone?"

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"Pocket" was all Mabry said.

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She set the net-phone aside and checked her pockets, coming up with things she didn't remember putting there - for that matter, she didn't remember owning these pants in the first place - but no stone.

"There's no stone. What stone?" she asked again.

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Mabry stared in horror and coughed blood again. "Gone . . . must . . . have . . . gotten . . . it . . . away." She shook her head wearily. "Tell . . . them . . . she . . . was . . . looking . . . for . . .a . . black . . . stone . . . it . . . felt . . . wrong . . . and . . . she . . . found . . . it." She stopped for several moments to breather heavily. "She . . . turned . . . into . . . you." She looked at Songbird sadly. "Warn . . . them."

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Song dutifully finished the message. By the end, she'd bitten her own lip hard enough to make it bleed.
She couldn't bring herself to look at Mabry except in short glances, and she certainly couldn't touch her. She'd have run from the cavern by now except that she couldn't leave her sister alone either. It was driving her mad.

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"You . . . okay?" Mabry asked softly.

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"No."
She was fiddling with the phone in the dim light of the cavern, looking for a reply. When Mabry spoke up again, though, she set it down beside her and pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them. It might have been an unconscious gesture, but she was wrapped quite securely around her own belly.

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"Love . . . you," was the quiet reply. "Did . . . you . . . see . . . the . . . doctor?"

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She ignored that question. It wasn't the time to discuss that sensitive topic. And where the hell was help? She needed someone to get here so she could run away.

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"Song?" Mabry asked again.

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"Stop talking. You're hurt." It might have been good advice, but her tone was a familiar one, and not meant to show concern. It was low and nearly a growl, listed in her head as the 'don't talk to me I'm brooding' voice.