It ended in noise and confusion and chaos.
Then there was silence.
A silence that persevered for an impossible amount of time; impossible to tell the time, but it did stop. Just now, when all the noise and the confusion and the Kaos came rushing back in. It swirled around her, lifted her up and carried her back out, like the tide. It was unceremonious, it was rough, and it was wet.
She lifted, glistening, from the stream of souls, tears impossible to discern from the ectoplasm droplets that dripped off every fold.
Ampere the Mother of Companions was reborn.
Her body, previously cleaved into dust and teal, was reorganized and restructured with almost tender care. Like a glass vase that had shattered though, whatever fragments were rendered together once more, were always visible; fissures raced like lightning streaks across the forever imperfect surface. Her gaps, her splinters, her holes were actually held together with electricity, a testament to her nature as much as her disrepair. It rolled across the darkness of her hide, snarled out in erratic arcs from the depths of her being, and hissed at the edges of her stern features. What once had been a blue light that matched her coat, however, was tinged an all too familiar teal, and that seemed to rankle with wrongness more than it normally would have, given different circumstances.
Gently her remade form was placed from the water's depths onto the shore with the onlookers. It was there, as her hooves finally made contact with soil, with the Rift, that she seemed to notice them. Stormhewn mane tousled against her nape as her head lifted, electric gaze rising from the wildness of her mismatched face to cut down the crowd with a disconcerting heaviness. The blue of her eyes seemed to remain, windows to the soul; though a glint of teal would streak past at just the right angle.
She did not blink. Her flanks, if they heaved with breath, did so unnoticeably. Her heart did not flutter, even as she tilted her attention to a familiar figure(s).
A slow smile began to creep along the edges of her lips, just enough to show teeth, before her tongue parted her maw and a raspy, yet very Ampere-voice slid forth with, "Zeroooo."
Around her lightning snapped at the air and curled like steam against her form. Her smile didn't stop growing, and the further her lips bunched up and pulled taut against one another, the more her teeth exposed themselves, shiny with saliva and damnation. A short, low laugh rolled crookedly from her chest.
Ampere had died with fear in her breast and anger in her blood - much the way she had lived. It seemed to roil inside of her now, a rancor that never quite dissipated from the core of her being, returned now just as she was. Though, something about all of this seemed to suggest that even if Ampere had rested in peace, this raw fury would have still settled in her stomach. It curdled like old milk and sloshed against her innards, coating everything with a spiteful froth.
Noise.
Confusion.
KAOS.
Her feathers flared around her, wreathing her head like a dark halo lit up with unnaturally colored electricity, right before she charged at Zekle.
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