Title: Fighting Fire with Fire
Fandom: Original; For Eternity/Magik?
Characters: Cobar, Milena
Notes:Wherein Shera butchers other people’s characters for the lols.
Sorry, Puck. ;;;
There was nothing familiar in sight. Well, not that the place she had just come from was at all familiar, but this place was even worse. Milena recognized zero landmarks- and considering the fact that there had been a very distinctive mountain in view when she had gone to bed last night that was gone now, she could safely assume that she was lost.
Where and how were questions she’d have to answer later.
Sighing, she yanked her belt so it rested more easily on her hips and took another look around. There technically was a mountain range around, but it was low and way too far away to be the one she knew. And it certainly wasn’t the same climate, because trees grew more and more sparse the further away she looked. In fact, that looked like a desert. An actual desert, despite the pine trees nearby.
Yup. Something was definitely wrong. She shook her head and headed toward the desert. Maybe not the smartest idea, but the only thing she could think of at the moment.
Milena’s surroundings began to change almost immediately, tall pines growing smaller and fewer until they were replaced by thin, spiky little trees and the occasional cactus. The moss was one of the first things to go, and the soil grew more and more dry until finally she stood in fine-grained sand with a hot, dry wind instead of a cool breeze. The change between environments was abrupt at some points, and gradual in others. Overall, it was as though someone had crudely tried to merge the two places and had failed miserably.
Now what? Here she was, standing on the barrier between the two zones and unsure of where to go. It would probably be best to return the other way, back toward some place that looked more like what she was used to- but what if the cause of this was somewhere out in this desert land?
Well, only one way to figure out.
No sooner had Milena taken one more step, however, than someone came out of nowhere with sword in hand. Milena’s was out of its scabbard and into her hands before her mind could catch up, and took the brunt of the attack on its edge. Eyes the same scarlet as hers met over the metal, and a voice- with an Australian accent?!- growled at her. “You’re not taking another step. Change it back!”
“What are you even-” Milena started to say, but was interrupted by another strike. “Look, I don’t-” she tried again, but had to sidestep to prevent a sidestroke aimed at her side. No matter how many times she tried to say something, he would just shout something and hit again. Why wasn’t he fucking LISTENING?!
Inevitably, her temper flared up. “That’s how you want it, pal?! Bring it on!” she snarled, and switched from defense to offense in one motion. There was an flash of surprise in his eyes, but he recovered quickly, and she was hard-pressed to hold her own. Then again, she was giving as good as she got, so it seemed as though they were about equal. A few moves took her by surprise, but she could say the same for him. They soon found themselves on firmer ground closer to the trees, panting and eying each other from opposite sides of the clearing. “What’s your problem?!” Milena asked finally. “Do you always attack people out of nowhe-“
“Don’t fuck with me,” said the other, glaring while he switched his sword to his other hand. “I know this,” he gestured all around them, even upward to where the deep blue sky above the green part faded into a lighter blue as it got toward the desert, “has something to do with you. There’s no one else here.”
Milena’s temper flared up again, and she had to grit her free hand tight to keep sparks from lighting the dry grass around them on fire. “So you just shoot first, ask questions later? Did it ever occur to you that I was in the same fucking boat as you?”
“And what would you do in my situation?!” he snapped, but she thought there was uncertainty in his eyes. “Especially when I’m looking at someone who looks exactly like me!”
“Wait, what?” Milena stared, dumbfounded. Sure, they had a lot in common- the one large sword, the brown hair with red streaks, the red eyes, and apparently the temper. But … really?
“For all I know, you’re some female doppleganger those guys made to screw with my head,” he said, looking her up and down with a frankness that just made her even more aggravated. “They could’ve at least given the other me more fashion sense.”
That’s it. “And exactly who are you, to say that I’m YOUR doppleganger?!” She gripped the hilt of her sword, gesturing wildly with its tip. “YOU are the one who looks like ME! And a friend of mine made these clothes for me, thank you very much. And, for the record? Looking a little like you with tits does NOT make me your doppleganger.” She sheathed her sword with disgust and stalked further into the forest.
“Wait, where are you going?” There was a note of interest and even a tiny hint of panic in that voice that she almost smiled at. She heard a brief ring of steel as he apparently sheathed his sword as well, then footsteps headed her way. She had to give him some credit- he definitely carried himself like a real swordsman, no matter how much he pissed her off.
“I’m going to find the one actually responsible for this,” she snapped. They carried on in silence for a while, his footsteps always a few feet behind her, the silence heavy and awkward.
He was the first to break it, although the effort required to do that seemed quite painful. “Is this … piece of land or whatever, anything like where you come from?” He had grown level to her at some point, and she realized that she had to look up a little to see his face. Not that that was anything out of the ordinary, as she wasn’t the tallest person in the world.
“Yeah, actually. That desert place was yours?”
There was silence for a little while longer, this one slightly less awkward. When the guy stopped walking, however, Milena looked around with confusion. “Why’d you stop?”
He shrugged. “No point in continuing if we don’t know where we’re going.”
“Right.” They stood in silence for a little while. There was no birdsong, or rustles in the bushes, making it seem as though there was nothing around but them. The desert was still visible, especially if they looked up- there was an almost ruler-straight line between the puffy clouds of this area and the haziness of the desert sky. She turned to the other teen, the only normal (if you could call him normal) thing there right now, and stuck out her hand. “I’m Milena.”
He looked at her for a long moment, apparently looking for something in her face. There was a story there, but she wasn’t going to ask. Not now, anyway. After a moment, he took her hand, giving it a single strong shake before letting it fall.