z-Infinity Posted February 22, 2012 Share Posted February 22, 2012 June 1, 2027 Infinity giggled at Sunset, watching as the girl’s aura through lights around the room. The teen’s long white hair whipped about, reflecting the bursts of light from her Quantum-bleed through. The young nova was a shaper and artist of light and her quantum expressed itself with a disco-ball effect, constantly creating a light show. Sunset’s white hair was the perfect counterpoint, and the girl dressed in neutral colors so she didn’t clash with herself. The Terat was another of the second gens, and probably the closest thing that Infinity had to a girlfriend – that is, a girl who was also a friend. Though they got along well, Sunset was strictly hetero, as well as defiantly, almost militaristically, monogamous. She’d held that stance through three boyfriends, dumping each one when he suggested a more open relationship. It hadn’t made her popular in the Nursery, but Infinity had always admired the girl’s stance. Sunset knew what she wanted and went for it, pursuing her own dreams and goals without letting others limit her. In that way, she was a perfect Terat. Of course, that Sunset was also a member of the Cult of Mal was icing on the cake. It was novas like her that would bring the Cult back into favor with the other Terat, Infinity reflected, even as Sunset danced on top of the meeting table and sang an off-tune version of Mimo’s Gotcha-Getcha-Gotcha Luv. Of course, Sunset had been on set for the Bollywood movie of the same name, so she knew all the words even though it had just debuted in Bombay. “I see we’re starting the party early,” Lynks said as he sauntered into the meeting room. “Better than the meeting early,” Infinity said with a grin, peering at him around the feet she’d thrown up on the table. “What have you been up to?” “Oh, just pulling down any anti-Mal sites I’ve found on the opnet,” he said with his Cheshire grin. Infinity chuckled. “Sounds like fun. I hope you saved copies of the best for us to cackle over,” she said, her red eyes warm with mirth. “Like that one last month. With the drawing of Mal that looked like a two year old had done it with crayons.” Sunset stepped off the table to a chorus of groans of disappointment. Pulling a chair over to Infinity’s, she said, “I still like the one where that physicist used mathematic equations to prove that Mal is the AntiChrist.” She dropped into the chair and put her head on Infinity’s shoulder. She picked up the red-eyed nova’s hand and held it against her own, watching Infinity’s black light aura change Sunset’s colors. “I like playing with your light,” she whispered to Infinity. “There’d be more to play with if we were all naked,” Infinity whispered back. Sunset giggled cutely. “You are incorrigible.” Accepting the refusal with good grace was easy; after all, she knew Sunset wasn’t interested. She also wasn’t offended by Infinity hitting on her – they had only fought over sex once, when Sunset had a crush on Puck. That disagreement had been settled by Puck explaining that he was a whore, and that he wouldn’t settle down with anyone. Infinity had sat with Sunset through the tears and ice cream after Puck had left. The next day, they’d been friends again. Before Infinity could reply to Sunset, the doors opened again. Infinity waved to Dorchester – Winner of the worst nova name ever… – and again to Clarion, who was right behind him. There was something in Clarion’s hands and Infinity felt a sense of foreboding. She glanced at Scripture, but he seemed unperturbed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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