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Poem: Wrong

by shiori_makiba

Part of Berettaflies thread of Polychrome Heroics. Concurrent with “Capes and Credos” written by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith and “Chase” by [personal profile] siliconshaman.


Tsubasa was sketching when it started.

A vague sense of unease,

that feeling you get when you know something is wrong

but you can't quite put your finger on what.

The sensation made her so restless

that she abandoned her drawing and begin pacing,

trying to figure what was bothering her so much.

It didn't help.

Within seconds the anxiety had gotten worse,

an itch that she couldn't scratch.

Something was wrong.


It slammed into her like a freight train,

fast and unstoppable.

Fear was the first,

speeding her heartbeat and twisting her stomach.

Anger, no fury, was second.

Without conscious thought,

her hands curled into fists.

Underneath those two was worry.

Worry for self but also for . .

'Facet,' Tsubasa realized.

'Something's wrong with Facet and Adalina.'

She was certain.

Something had happened to Adalina and Facet.

Something bad.

She had been so distracted

that it took a moment for her

to notice the quiet flutter of wings

around her.

She looked up and sure enough,

she was surrounded by a

small swarm of her butterflies.

Including ones with the gold edged wings.

Some of which fluttered off and one that hovered in front of her.

Like the one before it seemed to say, 'this way.'

She followed it,

the rest of her swarm

trailing after her

like obedient ducklings.

It made getting through the crowds easier.

Unsurprisingly, no one wanted to get

in the way of the lady surrounded by berettaflies.

Consequently, it only took her minutes to get

from the garden to outside the SPOON base.

It was chaos.

There was mud everywhere,

dotted with abandoned brooms and hoses.

A crowd of people (and bugs) were laying

into someone with hands and feet.

She couldn't make out who it was

but had the strangest confidence

that he somewhat deserved it.

Some of the responding soups were

doing their best to break up the crowd.

Her butterfly led her past that

and to the now familiar figure of Facet

lying very still on the ground.

'No,' Tsubasa thought and hurried over.

She only had the most basic of first aid training

but it was better than nothing.

He wasn't dead.

In fact, he seemed to be coming around

if the groan was any indication.

By now, someone had apparently realized

that there was something else going on

beside a crowd of people beating up some dude

for some reason.

Namely that one of the city's heroes

was lying unconscious on the ground

and the only person with him

was a young woman with wings

and a swarm of butterflies.

Butterflies that looked like berettaflies.

No one moved, not even the people trying to break up the crowd.

'Idiots,' Tsubasa thought and scowled.

Perhaps it was an uncharitable thought

but her mentor was lying on the ground

and a friend was missing, kidnapped.

“Well, is anyone with more medical training going to help Facet or not?”

That seemed to break the spell.

One of the nurses came over,

eying the swarm with fear

but they just fluttered out of her way.

After that, the nurse apparently just

decided to ignore them in favor of her patient.

Facet didn't seem to be hurt

by whatever had knocked him out.

Through he did seem a little disoriented

when he came around.


It wasn't a question.

Tsubasa nodded.

“Someone took her.”

She gestured to her swarm.

“Some of my butterflies are following her.”

She was certain of that,

she could feel them going follow-seek along

that thread of Adalina that linked the two of them.

It was thin, more wispy than spider-silk, but there.

There were other threads.

They were just as faint and almost unnoticeable

in the blaze of feeling pulsing down Adalina's thread.

She'd figure them out later.

After Adalina was safe.

An idea popped into her head.

She looked over at Facet.

“Can you see through my butterflies' eyes like you can other insects?”

A moment, then he nodded.

And smiled.

It wasn't a very nice smile

but Tsubasa didn't feel like

being very nice to

whoever had taken Adalina.

They would find her.

They just needed to refine

this glimmer of an idea into a plan.

Date: 2016-03-20 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aha, tracker-flies! Handy.

Date: 2016-03-21 05:13 am (UTC)
thnidu: Lucy bright and bold. Lucida Bright font, boldface: backslash, small-o, slash: YAY!! (yay)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
Moar plz!

• Like the one before it seem to say, 'this way.'
-> seemed

• coming around.
If the groan was any indication.
-> coming around
if the

• laying very still on the ground.
-> lying

• She'd figured them out later.
After Adalina was safe
-> figure

• in blaze of feeling
-> in the blaze

• her mentor was laying on the ground
-> lying

Edited Date: 2016-03-21 05:14 am (UTC)


Date: 2016-03-30 04:08 am (UTC)
ysabetwordsmith: Cartoon of me in Wordsmith persona (Default)
From: [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
I would enjoy seeing more of this too, especially the aftermath. Feel free to use anything from the ethical discussion on my blogs. It looks like Ashley anchors the assertive/aggressive end of the spectrum (which prevents the team from getting bulldozed by bad guys), Adalina and Tsubasa are in the middle, and Facet prefers nonviolent methods (which prevents the team from using excessive force like the Spectrum). The advantages are diversity and balance; the disadvantages are friction and arguments.

I've written a couple of followups, one with Adalina taking care of Facet after the fight but before the authorities arrive, and the other some time later with Adalina discussing the incident with her counselor.


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