Break The Chain:: Verse - Tumblr Posts - Page 3
“I am far from you, but I can dream of you.”
— Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adèle Foucher written c. March 1822
In the Field of Paper Flowers
@multitudescontained
The cloaked figure dashes through the rooftops. Rifle in one hand and container slinged over her shoulder. Her lungs burned and she breathes heavily behind her mask trying to keep up with her burning feet. She can’t stop, not while she’s being chased. By the COG she once served as support for. That life was over now, and this was her current situation.
She had stolen something. Something really important, and they wanted it back. Too bad for them, she needed it more. As she jumps across the rooftop, she pulls out her rifle to try and take a shot, a warning of sorts. She will not be caught, not when she’s come so far. Criminal or not she has a goal, someone else’s name etched in the tags she wears around her neck.
She’s used to running far distances, often trying to find a perfect position to take aim. The memory of running through the woods constantly practicing, or to save distance and time before a wind flare consumed the whole of the woods. This was just another memory of when she had to run. She surmises this will happen again should she be careless again.
She keeps her pace, continuing to shoot warning shots whizzing by their ears and legs and eventually she has enough distance where she can lose them
She skids on the side of the rooftop sliding down through the debris onto the ground of the ruins. She looks back and forth, trying to reclaim her air, before pushing a button on the side of her mask, causing air to hiss as she pulls it back revealing her face. With an all-black cybernetic hair, she musses her black and white hair to allow it to fall free down her face.
She inspects the ruins before checking the contents in her bag before she glances over at her shoulder, blue-ringed black eyes glaring as she slowly pulls her rifle out, holding it, but ready to fire if given a chance.
In the Field of Paper Flowers
Break the Chain: Headcanon
Despite being known as the Angel of the Cogs, she was very wary and kept to herself, never meeting any battalions on the battlefield. So a lot of times the soldiers often kept witnessing glimpses of a shadowy figure in a dark cloak, with the ends of it resembling closed wings.
Only a few people that knew a soldier named Jean Grey were able to truly meet the Angel, who was better known as Shima Verre. A lot of higher-ups, including First Minister Jinn. It was difficult enough that Shima was not a big fan of the COG, only even wanting to help out in the first place because of Jean. It was a big reason why she was never seen on much of the recruitment posters or featured in any news articles.
Because she always said no adamantly. That...and she may have threatened to shoot them on sight.
Best of 2018, Tokyo edition! All photos are mine, https://www.instagram.com/steveroe_/
Chiyoh has always been very protective of me.
Tao Okamoto as Chiyoh, Hannibal – Dolce (S03E06)
Requested by @matildaparacosm
This trigger has a three pound pull. I’m holding two of it.
Tao Okamoto as Chiyoh, Hannibal – Secondo (S03E03)
by request of @the-bees-patella
Tao Okamoto as Mercy Graves in Batman v Superman
Two of my favorite Black Steel characters.
I’m much more me when I’m with you.
(Unknown)
The walls collapse as she falls through them. Impacting to the ground, she groans in pain, having been thrown into the wall. Her mask is partially broken as someone could practically see her eyes and parts of her white hair. She definitely tried to fight something big. It wasn’t going well, even more so now that there was more swarm incoming, or so she thought. As she looks up, her eyes widen in terror, and she tries to get away.
Scrambling, she tries to grab her rifle as a large, dark grey pouncer land in front of her, placing herself between what she thinks is a swarm soldier and Shima, her beloved guardian, the one who took care of her when she was severed from the swarm. Growling at the attacker, ready to strike quills if needed.
Meanwhile, Shima’s trying to catch her breath, as she tries to load some bullets, be they of the freezing or the acidic, it didn’t matter. As soon as she finishes she holds up her rifle as she prepares to take aim.
“JD?” She questions as she tilts her head sideways in confusion. The appearance is drastic, and it takes time to realize who he was before she collapses on her knees, her body wrought with adrenaline, but she tries to stand up once again. She looks over to ‘Grin’ and another gears soldier. She’s so confused but might as well give him an answer.
“He might know better as that ‘guardian angel’ of the COG,” She answers as Lucie retreats back to Shima and acting as a support, keeping an eye on the ‘swarm’ soldier, “Or as that one anarchist vigilante known as the Magpie. Take your pick. Either way, I’m Shima Verre.”
She looks over to JD confusion painted all over her face.
“Who the hell are these two though?”
“I have no fucking clue, to be honest. I found her when she was a little grubby thing,” She answers as she looks at Lucie. Lucie even herself has no idea. She only remembers waking up, in a nest but never feeling connected to the other imago. She wandered out of the nest, where she eventually found Shima.
And looking over to ‘Grin’ and Wade, Shima waves a little calmly, but Lucie growls low in her throat as she looks back at Wade. She wasn’t about to trust someone who mention ‘brains’ and ‘pouncer’ in the same sentence, even if she was no longer of the Swarm. Shima shushes Lucie, pulling her head close to her chest. The heartbeating calms Lucie, and she starts to rumble in her throat, eyes closed as Lucie savors the calming sounds.
"So...What brings you to this area of town?”
She looks over to JD, now curious as to why they were here, to begin with.
POUNCER
by Jerad Marantz
“That makes sense,” She agrees. At first, when Lucie was smaller, she could sneak her to New Ephyra, show her new sights that the swarm could never. But now that another war had occurred, she needed to keep her away, not only because the COG would hunt her down but also that was not where she was needed. Both of them were needed to fight the Swarm, in ways neither the Outsiders nor the COG could on the battlefield.
“Haven’t been doing a whole lot of anarchy lately, which kinda sucks” she adds nonchalantly, ”But I’ve been making sure no nests pop out in these ruins. Last thing anyone wants really at this time.”
This war had taken her focus away from both the COG and the Outsiders. If she were to focus on them both, she feels that the Swarm would only take them out and then her in the end.
Lucie slithers away from Shima’s chest to inspect the one called ‘Grin’. True they were of the same genetic makeup, she felt no connection to the Swarm, but this one was no different. She approaches him slowly sniffing the ground next to him, before moving closer, trying to catch his scent in order to become more familiar with this one like her.
“Happy to help,” She answers, watching the two interact. She just wants to make sure Lucie played nice instead of roughhousing, and by roughhousing that usually defined hacking any Deebees to gain an advantage to their games, unaware that the Deebees always carried guns sometimes.
But luckily, she isn’t. She’s being gentle, greeting him and even wagging her tail. Lucie runs back towards the debris where she picks a huge pipe and dragging it over and offering a form of a game akin to tug-of-war.
“It’s nothing clever but it’s Lucie. When she was tiny she used to knock a lot of stuff just for fun. I imagined one day if she ever grew up to be a gigantic monster that tore cities apart, her name would be Lucie. She’s had that ever since,” She answers shrugging.
“Not gonna lie, that’s way more creative than what I came up. You put thought into it,” She admits smiling.
For the most part, she doesn’t blame the people in the COG. Some of the kindest and hardworking people were in the COG, especially Jean. She rather is against the formation of the government, how it controls everything down to being a part of peoples’ lives more than it needed to be. There needed to be balanced in order for there to allow true order to exist. Even if it meant causing anti-cog chaos was needed.
Meanwhile, Lucie is holding on dearly, with a fierce determination to win, growling playfully. She holds her ground, and her teeth start leaving indents in the metal.
Also I drew this in photoshop. It’s Shima with her cloak as it would appear in the dark.