Even Flowers Mourn.

A soft stretch of limbs beneath a soft blanket was all that registered Eden’s existence within this silent haven that permeated even around the footfalls of the damsel named Delta who in her rush came to awake Eden from her unusual slumber. It is rare to find Eden in a state of blissful slumber, more-so lately it was a meditative state through calming unison with the force rather than actual sleep. Repeating upon her console beside her bed were the usual responses to Eden being called to the control deck to listen to whatever it is that Bjorn wished to involve them in now and if paid close attention it would reveal a simpler time to Eden. A recording of a time long since passed, a time of blissful ignorance and joy, a recording of some description that Eden hadn’t had the heart to wipe away.

Transmission of the recording direct to her HUD and communication devices meant that Eden is the only one that could hear it and to change transmission would require more than a password that even Delta could not break. However, like in life peace never lasts for long and the damned always interfere.

The sudden explosive sound of porcelain striking into thousands of pieces upon connecting with the ground created a haunting cacophony of dread and destruction. Eden’s hues snapped open and within a fluid second the blazing tip of OMENERVER pressed its bloodied and cracked tip against the alabaster flesh of Delta, Eden’s hues of heterochromatic silver and sage focused intently upon Delta, a snarl curled at her lips before they contorted into an emotion Delta had not seen in Eden’s countenance before – disappointment.

Without much of a word from her outburst between the two of them, Eden slipped to her hands and knees and begun to collect every single piece of that teacup she could find. The porcelain’s jagged edges occasionally slicing through her flesh only for it to heal over instantly and yet the sadness and disappointment in the cups breaking remained upon her visage. Inside a burning, roiling anger dwelt, kept in line only by the will of not wanting to get the blood of her friend upon her hands.

Eden was notorious for carrying to-go cups into battle, always filled with her delicious tea and many considered it for what it was at face value, a disrespectful action aimed to humiliate her opponents. In truth, the action was a routine, a ritual for Eden to remain focused and attuned to what was happening without losing her cool. While she had many cups, none were this cup. No, this cup was special, significant, and not because it was a limited-edition crossover event with a comical cat cartoon from her childhood and her favourite idol group but because of how she came into owning said cup. The cup was connected to memories of her adoptive parents, people she had cared for but not seen since her arrival at Babel. She understood she was a biological marvel, an engineering masterpiece and war incarnate, but these two people chose to give her a semblance of life to better understand what she fights for had been for better or worse her parents. Everything she learned about society, of humanity and its pitfalls and joys was at the hands of them and that cup was the gift for her birthday, the last time they had been able to know of her existence. Before Eros and Eden joined the CIDE officially.

Once that cup was picked up, rather than place it upon the trash Eden sat it upon her bedside table once more in a heap and took to the room in silence, the words spilling from Eden’s lips were entirely vitriolic.

“This better be good Bjorn…”



Heterochromatic hues shift to look upon the beautiful greenery that reclaimed civilizations industrial beauty with a mood entirely sour. Aggression, raw and unbridled burned beneath the surface of Eden, whipped into a frenzy about her countenance, each step in stark contrast to the vehemence she felt as they lightly graced the marble flooring. However, if one paid attention each step carried with it hundreds of micro-fissures throughout the stone surfaces. Wings of aether roared in life behind the vehement biocide, usually such wings would be signs of beauty in cool purples and magenta, instead they burned vibrant crimson towards vermillion tips.

“Shut up Delta, for once in our life I’m wishing you’d remain silent.”

Eden’s pink and platinum Ombre tresses danced about her physique in the wake of her divine will threatening to escape and crush down upon the world as its on otherworldly gravity. Dressed in black combat boots tucked over grey skintight jeans, thigh holsters were sinched tight against her athletic figure. Held tight about her waist was a belt of vibrant white with pink stitching and pink moon buckle. Over the top of her upper torso was a black t-shirt entirely covered by a black and white windbreaker jacket zipped entirely from the bottom to the top of the upper collar which entirely protected her neck. Down the centre was a single white stripe, on her right arm ECLIPSE was spelled down the sleeve and upon her breast was her name and the symbol for ECLIPSE visible. About her waist sat a holster of a pommel of vibrant silver that fit neatly within the curve of her right palm. Closed off and hidden beneath the jacket.

Beneath all her attire however remained one additional detail, a weaponized sentient LEA WEAPON codenamed DREAMWEAVE that manifested itself as a blackened skin-tight bodysuit that offered protection and silent acknowledgement of its owner’s current frenzied mind state. She was pissed at the mission and even more-so seething at Delta for her decision to break something of Eden’s regardless of if she understood its significance or not. In combination, these two things were entirely capable of causing planetary level destruction without any more justification to Eden’s motives than to ‘feel better.’

“Oh, for fuck’s sake show up so Delta can be quiet.”

Eden barked as the woman called out these so-called conspirators, those attempting to hoodwink the Babel Corporation out of power and currency alike. Instead, Eden initiated an action as her fingertips twirled and between them formed a double handed hilt of a weapon previously never seen. At an unusual size of two and a half hands in size the grip of this weapon was unique. Blackened leather cordage coiled around mahogany tinted crimson. The pommel of the weapon carved into formation of a wolf’s head snarling open with a ruby clenched between its teeth and formed out of a bronze-colored material, the cross guard matched in coloration even if its design was far more simplistic of two prongs extended diagonally forward and out by two nearly three inches in length from the horizontal width of the blade that measured six inches in width. The weapon’s blade measured a length of sixty-five inches in length with a double fuller measuring half the length of the weapon. The blade of the weapon was beautiful as the blade was made of carmine and black pattern Damascus.

Unlike the usual weapon of choice for these matters OMENERVER that shown like a heavenly star, this weapon was entirely acquainted with the depths of depravity and sin. The weapon’s permeated a countenance of raw destructive desire and rage. The weapon held a name BEHEMOTH’S HEART. Raising it towards the sky, Eden looked to the city’s reflection in the blade and all she saw was not picturesque reclamation but savage flames and ruination.

“Let this be quick so I can fix what you destroyed.”

Eden hissed as her Heads-Up Display fed her sensory information upon the area and any oncoming signatures that did not belong to these dangerous women. Eden was prepared, intuition and focus remaining in place, even at the snarling maw of aggression.