Thread: Triple Trouble in Gotham ( X-Vash00 x Tellmi_Moore)

Nowhere Triad Orange teetered on the edge of the endless abyss. The floating slab of stone, drifting endlessly through the Time Trapper's domain was crumbling as the swirling red vortex sucked in everything around it. She had never experienced an environment where her flight ring wouldn't stabilize her, even in the vacuum of space where there was no up or down, she could find solace in the control her ring gave her over her orientation and direction. But here, in this space outside of time and space, there was barely a forward or a backward, and her thoughts were panicked, unfocussed. All she could do was shout out to her other self and flail and try to get her heels back onto something solid. Lu-lu-lu... Luornu! she cried as the pull of the vortex finally overwhelmed her imagined gravity and pulled her free of the disintegrating rock. A few meters away, and yet simultaneously infinitely far off, Triad White-Purple laid a crippling, nose crunching punch straight into the face of one of the Trapper's thralls. Looking up and around at Saturn Girl's psychic warning, barely felt against the warm wash of psychic protection she often put up in her minds when in the heat of battle, she spotted her other self hurtling towards the vortex. Her breath abandoned her as she instinctively willed herself forward at the vortex, arms outstretched. Though her other self felt infinitely far off, somehow their hands linked almost instantly, and they were whole before either had a chance to realize it. The overwhelming sense of falling flooded Prime's mind, as the backwash of Orange's panic, if only for an instant, paralysed her. The vortex closed around her, and Saturn Girl's warm psychic embrace puffed out of existence. Gotham Blinding light and pain struck her. She literally shattered into her base components, Purple coming down hard and leaping to her feet, White forcing herself up on one arm before collapsing again, and Orange tumbling helplessly, like a rag-doll, moaning pitifully. Downtown Purple tried to draw her feet up under her, felt her arm sagging, and then the pain hammered through her like a cruiser through a building. AAAH! SPROCKING NAZZING FRAK! Purple cursed as she fell to one knee, sucked air between her teeth as her dislocated arm made her torso feel as if it were tearing apart, and not in the good way. She quickly looked around, her vision still fuzzy, looking for a place, a corner of a wall, to knock her shoulder back into place. She was in a dark, damp alley, garbage piled high along the walls, giving her no place to knock her shoulder. Where she could see wall, she saw... paint? Purple paint, a crude clown... grinning. One thing she didn't see, as she staggered to her feet, were her other two selves. Uptown White's vision was blurry, but she could see faces. Faces looking down at her. She felt like she was floating. Red and blue lights were illuminating the white jackets of the two standing over her, their words seeming far, far off. They were shining a little white light in her eyes. Her eye's aren't dilating at the same rate... yeah, pretty big contusion over the left temple. Gently... Her left eye is... it's purple, you ever see that, Benny? Bleeding into her eye, probably, kid's pretty messed up... there we go... The feeling of sliding on rails jarred something painful in Luornu's chest and she cried out in pain. Her eyes coming clearer into focus with the shock of it. Well, she's more responsive, Benny said, climbing up into the ambulance, shining the light in her eyes as Roger went around to the driver's side. Let's take her to East Mercy, then, ride's longer but they've got better neurology dep. Again, man, hating on Doc Regj. West Mercy is just fine. Then you get behind the wheel, Roger said, slamming the driver's side door. Wha...? Where...? Luornu moaned, reaching out a hand, only to have it be caught by Benny and gently guided back down to the gurney where it was strapped down. Easy there, Darling, you'll be fine, just stay calm, this'll make you feel a lot better, just breath deeply, he said as he put the facemask over her mouth and nose and turned on the gas. Luornu stayed awake, but, for some reason, didn't really mind being either immobile or being taken where ever it was she was being taken. The pain in her chest and head also felt like distant memories... On The Outskirts of Town Orange was dreaming of White holding her gently, kissing her face, her short brown hair tickling her forehead and eye and her ear. Her kisses becoming more passionate, more wet and... Mmmm... Luory, that feeeels sooo niiiice... Orange moaned as she rubbed her face into the grass. Ace continued licking her face, the huge black Great Dane sitting and looking over his shoulder, whining plaintively, then barking for attention. He went back down and licked the face of the strange girl who had fallen onto Master's lawn, here in the manor garden.