Re: Slightly OT FIC: The Virtue In Angels

[Nathan Campbell <NathanCampbell@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

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Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 15:58:05 +0000
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Very intriguing start! Where is this one gonna go...?

Nathan Campbell
NathanCampbell@xxxxxxxxxxxx

When sun sprays the earth
with straight-falling flames,
a cricket rubs his wings,
scraping up thin sweet song.
-Sappho


C S Armitage wrote:

> TITLE: The Virtue In Angels (1/1)
> AUTHOR: Soren Nyrond
> DISCLAIMER: Characters in this part are based on those belonging to Joss
Whedon and Mutant Enemy but this fic is purely for pleasure and takes place
ina n entirely different universe, so these characters are simply avatars on
the Champion Eternal principle. Don't sue me, I have little but stuffed
animals to my name.
> SUMMARY: Strictly it's an "Uber". It's B&W rather than B/W, but a sequel
may be B/W. It just came to me (too much reading SM parodies, I fear)
> ARCHIVING:: If anyone's daft enough, just ask, so I know where it is.
> SPOILERS: Only if you can only see them as Canon (and if you are, what are
you doing on the list that brings you Willow the Naughty Fairy ??)
> AUTHOR'S NOTES: All nice feedback welcome. 
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> THE VIRTUE IN ANGELS
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> Soren Nyrond
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> (Uber) B/W
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> The hovercar dropped from a night-black sky and levelled off about four 
metres off the ground. The two kids (about twelve and ten, nubile and
rosy-skinned) didn't see it, though: they were rather busy coping with the
sudden transformation of their slightly-older and oh-so-cool escorts into
ridge-browed, fang-toothed, blood-sucking demon vamps. And the car (which
looked a little like a flying soap-dish, with seats in the front and a long
bench couch at the back) was silent enough that the vamps, concentrating on
Meals-On-Feet, didn't pay it attention.
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> The car side-slipped when it was about ten metres away and in that moment
of instability the first of its passengers dropped to the ground, landing and
rolling, then coming out of the roll, to kick one vamp's legs out from under
him.
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> By that time the car had slowed, stopped, and hovered, offering a
metaphorical gun-platform for the other passenger. She shaped her hands
together, into an open-fingered wedge, muttered three words, and sent a dart -
all right, a spear - of light at the other vamp. It was blindingly bright,
but the driver wore goggles against just such an eventuality, the girl on the
ground (no man could have been that slim, that supple, and that shapely, even
in the bettle-suit she wore) had been expecting something of that sort, and
the two kids weren't at danger from the light in itself.
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> For the vampire, on the other hand, it was the wrong sort of light (it had
been meant to be), and it took severe burns to its back and shoulder. Its
colleague (or co-conspirator) wasn't hit by the spear, but the brightness
meant it was momentarily off its full awareness. It had been halfway to back
on its feet: its hesitation meant that the battle-suit girl got in three more
blows - a kick that numbed what little life it still had in its left leg, then
savage punches to its left arm, and to its head.
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> But the burned vamp was still mobile and, with what was left of its
reasoning, it decided that two on one were better odds and raked its hand out
to try to catch hold of the girl in the battle-suit.
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> "Oh no." She caught the hand, levered it, side-shipped the vamp, and still
had time to kick the first one again.
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> The passenger in the car tried to generate a telekinetic punch to thrust
one of the vamps back, but the creature was too quick and got out of the way.
> 
> "Oh, well - looks like it's that time again. Hold the car steady - oh, and
you might pick up the two who're cowering against the fence."
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> "Cowering ?" the driver said. "You mean 'keeping a discreet distance',
don't you ?"
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> "You'd know, Harrier. Okay, I'm out."
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> From a pocket in her own battle-suit she pulled a small wooden rod.
> 
> "For Light, for Life, for Personkind -- War-Witch Power UP !!" she intoned,
and stepped off the side of the car.
> 
> Below her colleague heard the incantation and knew it was time for her to
go fully active as well.
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> "From Then to Now, in Sisterhood against the Night - Slayer-venger Power UP
!!"
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> Radiant domes of light, blue and green erupted around the two girls, and
then their suits started to glow. Harrier, meanwhile, had brought the car to
a hover beside the youngsters.
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> "Get in," he said, tersely.
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> The kids did so, but one couldn't stay quiet.
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> "Those are Virtue Angels, aren't they ?"
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> "Oh shit," said one of the vamps. "Her Highness will kill us," added the
other.
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> "No, we'll do that," one of the girls said. They linked hands, and
gestured with their free hands.
> 
> Stakes shot from concealed launchers fitted into the suit arms and impacted
hard and deadly in the vamps' chests. There were a pair of dusty explosions,
and quiet returned to the night.
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> "All clear ?" one of the girls called out. Harrier checked a complicated
scanner read-out on the hovercar's instrument panel.
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> "Fine," he replied.
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> "Okay - powering down, and de-transforming - Slaying's Done, Playing's Come
!!"
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> "The Witch Becomes the Woman !!" her companion replied.
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> Then the two girls climbed into the back of the hovercar and fell into each
other's arms. 
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> "So, what shall we Play first ??"
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> "Ssh," the witch-girl said; "Not in front of the Children."
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