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Description

(for CrystalAnimamates group)

It is a light so bright and so blinding that Ursula finds herself blinking glittering black spots out of her eyes for long tense moments before the realization comes upon her that they are not so much spots as they are a rainbow of light reflecting off of the glittering crystalline walls. It takes longer still for her to recognize that she is not so much Ursula as she is Benitoite Glacier Bear and the unintended transformation sends freezing fingers down her spine.

The Bear Senshi is confused. She is wary. She is oh-so-painfully aware of the colorless splotches that decorate her ears, her neck, her face, that are no longer hidden by carefully applied make up. Her elbows and knees peek pale over her gloves and boots and that is enough to set alight a flame in her breast; she is barer than she ever wants to be.

If she were alone in this glittering place it would perhaps not be quite so difficult a thing to deal with. If she were alone she could fret and worry and wonder; she could whisper and hum and try to figure out just what had happened to bring her here, to shift her into her other form, to not-so-quietly pull herself back together to pretend that she has not been laid bare.

But she is not alone.

…

Her stomach lurches almost painfully; the discomfort followed by a moment of pure disorientation that makes it difficult for Alyssa to make sense of her environment for several most unsettling seconds. The awesome hall that she had been in but moments before had become a smaller room, though it was no less impressive though iridescent walls had replaced crystal pillars.

A pulse of comfort and warmth at her breast brings her hand up and her fingers curl instinctively around the crystal broach that sat so impossibly light upon it. Sailor Quartz Seagull draws in a short breath of surprise as she does so; she’s never had the time to investigate her transformation, and here in this room that gleams she feels safe enough to explore the gemstones that decorate her arms and legs. The crystals are perfectly regular, each one a match in all dimensions except overall size. Delicate fingers scrape across the gemstones and pick at the places where flesh and stone meet in curiosity.

It was as like as not that she would have continued to investigate the peculiar changes that her transformation wrought upon her body, but for a bit of motion out of the corner of her eye. Before she can truly recognize that there is another woman, another senshi, in the room with her, the other’s voice rattles out in rapid-fire thickly accented English: “Who’re you? Where are we? What—what’s going on, did you hear ‘em too? Those voices… what were they on about? Destiny? I don’t get it! I mean, there was that flash an’ then I was here an’ you still haven’t answered me—!”

The dark skinned soldier’s questions are coming too fast one after another for the Seagull Senshi to even consider getting a word in edgewise--even if she was able to parse half the things falling out of the other’s mouth through that accent. The other senshi is flailing her arms about in wide sweeping gestures as her voice gets higher and higher in pitch and her words fall faster and faster from her lips; it’s enough for Quartz Seagull to take a step back, and for her fingers to tighten on her broach once again.

She’s not afraid, not in the slightest. Actually, she’s kind of impressed that the other senshi is capable of saying that much without apparently breathing. It’s the other woman who is starting to look frightened

“Sailor Quartz Seagull. And you are?”

“—an’ I—I—oh.” Closed eyes and a deep breath are what it takes to center her: “Benitoite Glacier Bear. Um. Hi.”

Sailor Benitoite Glacier Bear and texts (c)
Sailor Quartz Seagull and art (c) me

Description

(for CrystalAnimamates group)

It is a light so bright and so blinding that Ursula finds herself blinking glittering black spots out of her eyes for long tense moments before the realization comes upon her that they are not so much spots as they are a rainbow of light reflecting off of the glittering crystalline walls. It takes longer still for her to recognize that she is not so much Ursula as she is Benitoite Glacier Bear and the unintended transformation sends freezing fingers down her spine.

The Bear Senshi is confused. She is wary. She is oh-so-painfully aware of the colorless splotches that decorate her ears, her neck, her face, that are no longer hidden by carefully applied make up. Her elbows and knees peek pale over her gloves and boots and that is enough to set alight a flame in her breast; she is barer than she ever wants to be.

If she were alone in this glittering place it would perhaps not be quite so difficult a thing to deal with. If she were alone she could fret and worry and wonder; she could whisper and hum and try to figure out just what had happened to bring her here, to shift her into her other form, to not-so-quietly pull herself back together to pretend that she has not been laid bare.

But she is not alone.

…

Her stomach lurches almost painfully; the discomfort followed by a moment of pure disorientation that makes it difficult for Alyssa to make sense of her environment for several most unsettling seconds. The awesome hall that she had been in but moments before had become a smaller room, though it was no less impressive though iridescent walls had replaced crystal pillars.

A pulse of comfort and warmth at her breast brings her hand up and her fingers curl instinctively around the crystal broach that sat so impossibly light upon it. Sailor Quartz Seagull draws in a short breath of surprise as she does so; she’s never had the time to investigate her transformation, and here in this room that gleams she feels safe enough to explore the gemstones that decorate her arms and legs. The crystals are perfectly regular, each one a match in all dimensions except overall size. Delicate fingers scrape across the gemstones and pick at the places where flesh and stone meet in curiosity.

It was as like as not that she would have continued to investigate the peculiar changes that her transformation wrought upon her body, but for a bit of motion out of the corner of her eye. Before she can truly recognize that there is another woman, another senshi, in the room with her, the other’s voice rattles out in rapid-fire thickly accented English: “Who’re you? Where are we? What—what’s going on, did you hear ‘em too? Those voices… what were they on about? Destiny? I don’t get it! I mean, there was that flash an’ then I was here an’ you still haven’t answered me—!”

The dark skinned soldier’s questions are coming too fast one after another for the Seagull Senshi to even consider getting a word in edgewise--even if she was able to parse half the things falling out of the other’s mouth through that accent. The other senshi is flailing her arms about in wide sweeping gestures as her voice gets higher and higher in pitch and her words fall faster and faster from her lips; it’s enough for Quartz Seagull to take a step back, and for her fingers to tighten on her broach once again.

She’s not afraid, not in the slightest. Actually, she’s kind of impressed that the other senshi is capable of saying that much without apparently breathing. It’s the other woman who is starting to look frightened

“Sailor Quartz Seagull. And you are?”

“—an’ I—I—oh.” Closed eyes and a deep breath are what it takes to center her: “Benitoite Glacier Bear. Um. Hi.”

Sailor Benitoite Glacier Bear and texts (c)
Sailor Quartz Seagull and art (c) me