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hissterics) wrote2017-11-10 10:18 pm
hissterics) wrote2017-11-10 10:18 pm( imeeji ) memories
when will i properly write things out?
never, maybe
never, maybe
hissterics) wrote2017-11-10 10:18 pm
☆ 01
☆ 02
☆ 03
The memory starts with Sabre sneaking into Adora's bedroom -- sparsely furnished, all metal, with a Horde banner hanging above the bed. Adora, of course, is still fast asleep -- so Sabre wakes her up by sitting right on top of her and calling for her.
Adora wakes with a start and bolts upright, pushing Sabre off of her.
Sabre: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Adora!
She leans back in, grabbing both of Adora's wrists.
Sabre: Heh. Since when do you sleep in?
And then, without waiting for a response, she hauls Adora to her feet and leaps to the foot of the bed, tail lashing playfully.
Sabre: Come on, get up!
--
Adora follows her out of the bedroom as the two make their way through the Fright Zone, other soldiers whispering excitedly behind their hands as they go. Adora looks embarrassed at first, though she preens when a group of cadets break into applause and cheers for her victory in Thaymor.
Sabre wastes no time nudging her with her elbow and then draping an arm around her shoulders, hauling her in teasingly.
Sabre: Oh please, you couldn't have done it without me, you know!
Adora: Riiight, what would I ever do without you?
Adora shoves her and they both start laughing -- at least until Sabre knocks into another soldier, who immediately looms over her.
Soldier: Hey! Watch where you're going, twerp--
And then he freezes, stammering, as Adora walks up behind Sabre, arms folded, expression flat.
Soldier F-Force Captain! I didn’t know you were-- I’m so sorry--
Adora: You’d better be. Dismissed!
The soldier bows low, sheepish, and then hastil creeps away as Adora and Sabre burst out laughing again.
Sabre, mockingly: Ohh, Force Captain, don’t hurt me!
She poses in a swooning position and the laughter redoubles.
Sabre, straightening up: Too good. Anyway, c’mon, there’s something I wanna show you.
And then she grins, bolting, fully expecting Adora to chase her -- which she does. The childish race continues until they both burst into the locker room, shoving at each other -- and Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio surprise Adora by standing inside, a monstrous ration bar cake clutched in Kyle’s hands.
Lonnie: Surprise!
Adora: Huh-- what is this? Are those... ration bars?
Lonnie: We wouldn’t have been able to defeat the rebels at Thaymor without you. Plus, you were the one who talked Shadow Weaver into letting us come. So, we all pitched in, took Kyle’s ration bars for a week, and made this.
Kyle, weakly: I’m hungry, but celebrating your victory is worth it.
Adora, touched, pulls them into a hug.
Adora: You guys...! You even got the gray kind. It’s way better than the brown kind.
Lonnie: Hey, it was Catra’s idea.
Adora, turning, with her hands on her hips: Oh yeah?
Sabre: Eh, whatever, don’t make a big deal about it.
Adora: Wow, I can’t believe you like me. That’s is so embarrassing for you--
And then she grabs Sabre into a headlock, giving her a powerful noogie. Sabre squirms and falils.
Sabre: Ow-- Stop it! Get off! This is not because I like you--!
And then, as punishment, she pounces Adora to the floor, the two of them giggling. But the pounce unbalances Kyle, who shouts as the ration bar “cake” goes flying, splattering all over everyone.
Lonnie: Oh, come on, Kyle!
Kyle: S-Sorry...
Adora and Sabre start giggling all over again, and within moments, a food fight has broken out with everyone tossing ration bar mush in each other’s faces.
So, just a typical day in the Horde, it seems . . .
☆ 04 - Thaymor
☆ 05 - An evening in occupied Bright Moon
☆ 06 - "I'm always gonna be your friend"
☆ 07 - "Taking" Dryl
☆ 08 - Salineas, part 1
She clutches a tracker pad in her hand, which she inputs things into or reads things off of occasionally, and snaps orders at soldiers and Force Captains as they come to her with questions or updates. And as soon as they disappear, she exits her stiff-straight, authoritative posture and leans against the helm a little, queasy.
Fuck water. Fuck boats.
She straightens up after a few moments of contemplating just barfing over the side of the boat, roughly thumbing at the tracker pad until it pulls up a video feed -- Adora stares back at her, apparently somewhere in the belly of the ship. An armory, perhaps?
"Hey, Adora! We're almost to Salineas. How're the preparations going?"
"We've finished checking all the equipment. And then I checked it again, just to be sure, so it's definitely--" Adora pauses as she considers Sabre's face, her expression turning sympathetic. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather help with the preparations below d--"
Sabre groans, cutting her off. "Ugh, I'm fine." She'd rather be seasick with a breeze and fresh air than in the cramped belly of the ship. Especially with everyone running around asking questions and making noise. And triple-checking blaster cannons that are definitely working. "Now c'mon, get it up here! Make Scorpia handle the rest of it."
Adora opens her mouth like she might object -- typical Adora, trying to do everything herself, be involved with everything -- but Sabre just turns the tracker pad off before she can get it out. She turns her gaze back to the looming threat ahead of them, ruthlessly pushing down any apprehension. She needs this to go off without a hitch -- to get Shadow Weaver off her back, and to convince Hordak she deserves to be where she is. It's just one princess, a nearly-broken defensive wall, and a whole bunch of water. What could go wrong?
(She doesn't answer that to herself.)
Instead she turns as she watches Adora hurry her way topside, making her way over to Sabre with a smile. Sabre puts a hand on her hip, feeling a sudden wave of confidence. Where did that come from?
"C'mon. We've got a princess to defeat."
☆ 09 - The Black Garnet
Adora: Catra! Wait up!
Sabre: What's it like being the world's slowest person?
Sabre laughs and keeps running as Adora redoubles her efforts to catch her, and the race leads them to an open door-- a door that's never open.
Adora, gasping: It's open! We're definitely not allowed in there.
The two exchange a glance -- grin -- and immediately run inside, giggling.
At the center of the room is an enormous, glowing runestone, as tall as the arching ceiling itself. The two stare in fascination, Sabre eventually approaching it to get a closer look, awed. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she reaches out to touch it, but receives a shock for her trouble.
Adora, suddenly nervous: Maybe we should get out of here.
And as she says it, as if on cue, Shadow Weaver floats into frame, groaning in some kind of distress. She staggers her way to the runestone, pressing her palm against it, and then moves over to the magic basin nearby. She removes her ever-present mask with a pained groan and the girls gasp from where they've hidden. They're definitely not supposed to be seeing this.
Of course, that's when Shadow Weaver spots them.
Shadow Weaver: Get out!
Both girls scream and take off running, no fun involved this time. But as they approach the door, Sabre suddenly finds herself frozen in place by Shadow Weaver's magic.
Shadow Weaver: Catra. You stay.
She uses the magic to puppet Sabre, making her stand up straight and turn to face her. By the time she's been turned around, Shadow Weaver has re-secured her mask.
Shadow Weaver: What do you think you're doing in here?
Sabre: We were just playing--
Shadow Weaver looms into her personal space, voice sharp and threatening.
Shadow Weaver: Insolent child. I've come to expect such disgraceful behavior from you, but I will not allow you to drag Adora down as well.
Adora interjects, panicked.
Adora: Shadow Weaver! It wasn't her fault, it was my idea too!
Shadow Weaver ignores the interjection entirely, her dark magic swirling ominously around Sabre.
Shadow Weaver: You have never been anything more than a nuisance to me! I've kept you around this long because Adora was fond of you, but if you ever do anything to jeopardize her future, I will dispose of you myself. Do you understand?
Sabre doesn't respond and simply cowers, still frozen in place. Adora runs in front of her, shielding her.
Adora: Please, stop!
The dark magic dissipates this time and Shadow Weaver moves away, Adora following and continuing her pleas. Sabre is still frozen and trembling in the background. Shadow Weaver addresses Adora this time, her tone completely changed -- to doting and concerned.
Shadow Weaver: Adora, you must do a better job of keeping her under control. Do not let something like this happen again.
She brushes a strand of Adora's hair back, as if affectionately, and the magical hold on Sabre is released as an afterthought. She collapses to her knees, gasping and choking.
The girls then exit the chamber in silence, Adora's arms protectively around Sabre's shoulders.