For a moment, Nita floated in the empty void that characterized unconsciousness, unaware of time or space. But soon, her mind began to regain sentience, and she soon began to pull herself together. She was not yet awake, more accurately within the space between reality and fiction, what many people referred to as the world of dreams. She was still trying to recollect why she was here, when she heard laughter. It seemed to come from all around her, and something seemed to be trying to form in the darkness. But it remained unformed, like a vast empty cloud, and just seemed to billow around in some directionless wind. Nita knew what this was. It was the presence of the Primordial within her, a sort of manifestation of that being’s consciousness. If anything, she was glad for one thing: the Primordial had not manifested as Primordials normally did when they made incursions into Earthland’s dimension: as grotesque beings with rather massive heads, some having heads that were many times the sizes of their bodies. They sometimes tended to have other nightmarish attributes, but it was head size that freaked Nita out to no end. Why they chose to appear that way, Nita had no idea, or maybe it was simply how the human mind chose to perceive them. It was more likely that latter.
”Hello, little Nita. It’s been a while since we last talked, hasn’t it?” came the voice, a disembodied whisper that bore absolutely no extra qualities aside the fact that it was sound. It was impossible for the ears to determine whether it was a masculine or a feminine voice, whether the voice was gentle or harsh in timber. It was just a voice. ”I have nothing to say to you, so buzz off,” Nita replied, trying to concentrate enough to break out of the dream world and wake up. ”Don’t be so glum,” replied the voice. ”If not for me, you wouldn’t have this great power you seem to have no problem with using at your every whim.”
”If not for you, I would be at home in Pergrande, not some castaway in a far off land,” Nita shot back, ”so don’t even try to pretend as though you’re this benevolent creature who has loaned an ingrate its powers, yet who keeps getting thanklessness for all your wonderful boons. If you had had your way, I would have suffered a fate worse than death, and you would have been free to commit all your atrocities. Why should I be grateful to you, when I am, more or less, your prison?” The shadow laughed again. ”And a rather impressive prison your physical shell has been, hasn’t it? With my favor, you seem to be becoming quite the popular one, don’t you?” Nita was getting annoyed now. ”My physical body had nothing to do with your favor. I am the result of good genetics, a healthy lifestyle, and exercise.” The shadow laughed again. ”Left to you, you’d have been hiding under those shapeless sacks you used to wear back in Pergrande. My influence has better improved the noticeability of your—shall we say—assets. Assets that people like Medeia seem to be rather interested in.”
Oh no. Medeia. Nita remembered everything now. She had been blindsided and smashed into concrete by the wrestling villainesses, and what she had been scared of had happened: she was now in Medeia’s possession. ”I need to get back!” the Pergrandian stated in alarm. ”Oh, don’t be such a chicken,” the shadow said, ”you’re perfectly safe, even if you might be a little—ah—uncomfortable when you wake up.” There was a disembodied chuckle. ”Look, you incorporeal dunderhead,” Nita yelled, fuming now, ”why don’t you, or most people I’ve come across , just stop thinking about yourselves for once and think about others? My primary reason for needing to get out of here is because when I faced Medeia, I was the only one who could stand up to her in that moment. Now I’m unconscious, who will stop her from laying waste to Rose Garden, or killing whomever she feels like?” There was silence for a while, then the shadowy cloud spoke again, its voice more subdued. ”Yes, we did never start off on the right foot, but you’re lucky, you know? Although I think it’s quite funny and ironic that a Primordial of Fate such as myself should suffer an untoward fate such as this. I suppose it’s what you humans call ‘Karma’, to end up in the fate I had hoped to inflict on you: disembodied, forever a passenger in the mind of a hostile body, devoid of true identity. And it’s your identity that I admire most about you, your force of personality, your refusal to back down even when you’re in over your head, as long as you believe what you’re standing for is right.” For the first time since her discussion with the disembodied entity, perhaps since claiming the powers of Celestial Fate magic, Nita sensed profound sorrow from the entity that had turned her life upside down, and she felt sorry for the Primordial. There was a short sharp laugh, as the disembodied presence shook off the dolorous emotion. ”And there you go again, Nita Fortune. You sensed my sorrow; did I mention that emotions are one big, messy crutch? And now you feel compassion for me, because you know we cannot lie to each other. Why do you pity me?”
For a while, Nita was silent, the she said, ”Because I don’t like to see people suffer.”
”I’m not a person. I have no identity. Do you know my name? Have you ever asked it? Don’t bother, because I have no name. A name is a symbol of identity, of which I have none, so I’m not a person. Also, a person has behavioral attributes. I have none, only realizing that I have leached a portion of yours, and have ended up being more like you. So I don’t qualify as a person. Spare me your sympathy.” Nita chuckled. ”That’s so cliché, the villainous ‘save your pity’ rant. I’m sure you must have realized that if you’d leached qualities from me, so have I from you. After all, where did my outrageous dress sense, my curiosity and my interest in martial activities come from? You’re annoying, but that’s because you’re a person. And though you feel you have no identity, if you decide to cooperate with me, maybe we can do something about it, after I get out of whatever dastardly thing Medeia has cooked up for me.” There was some silence, and then the Primordial said, ”This is unexpected, but I’ll take up your offer. You need to stop seeing me as a bad influence though.” Nita felt the world of dreams fading. She was beginning to awaken. ”But you are a bad influence, though.”
She awoke in a strange room. It was certainly not the store in which she had faced off against Medeia. Her head was swimming, but aside the banging headache, she didn’t feel hurt, though her posture was wrong. As her brain quickly cleared, she realized she was restrained, and in a rather undignified position. Nita uttered a loud shriek, before a giant hand clamped over her mouth. ”Stop squealing like that, little bunny,” Maxima said, a menacing grin on her face. ”I might be tempted to start the action if you continue like that.” Nita had no intention of reasoning out what the ‘action’ was, so she bit the hand that had been placed over her mouth and got a slap as payment. ”She’s so annoying!” Maxima complained, nursing her bitten hand. ”I wonder why Medeia doesn’t just allow me to crush her skull.” Nita noticed that the room seemed to be a small living room, with a number of chairs, with Seles seated on one of them. Medeia did not seem to be presently around, but Nita had been bound by some strange rope that made it impossible for her to cast spells. There was also the issue of her current literal position. Seles rose and walked over to her partner, stroking Nita’s cheek as she came close enough. The Pergrandian mage snapped at her hand. ”Well, you have to hand it to her, she is spirited,” the Wolf luchadora said with a laugh.
Meanwhile, Nita’s mind was racing. The rope she had been tied with had been fastened to something on the ceiling (her position didn’t allow her to see what), and while said rope was long enough to not live the Pergrandian suspended, it ensured that she would not have any mobility, otherwise. If the rope could be freed from the ceiling, perhaps she could free herself. But how would she deal with Seles and Maxima without her spells? A plan began forming, as she remembered just how hotheaded the Lioness was. It was time to try to manipulate that to her favor, though she did see some degree of pain being involved. But as the saying went, ‘no pain, no gain’. The two wrestlers’ discussion seemed to have shifted to numbers, and they were paying little attention to Nita. ”Can you guess what my favorite number is?” Maxima was saying, a naughty expression on her face. ”Hint: it’s a two-digit number, and the two digits look similar.”
”It’s 22!” Nita blurted out. The two wrestlers turned and looked at her surprised. ”Well, that came out of left-field, but I don’t suppose that’s the answer.”
”No,” Maxima replied, ”but I’m curious. Why 22, little rabbit?” Nita grinned defiantly. ”Because if we apportioned numbers to the letters of the Fiorean alphabet according to their position, the sum of the numbers of the word that best defines you would be 22. 1, 16 and 5.” Seles quickly did the math and got a worried look on her face. ”Hey, it’s not wise to anger--”
”No no,” Maxima cut in, ”I don’t get those numbers. What do they mean?” The grin remained on Nita’s face. ”A-P-E.” Maxima punched her so hard Nita suspected something had broken. The Lioness was livid now. She raised a bulky hand again, but Seles stopped her. ”She’s just trying to get under your skin. And you know that Medeia doesn’t want her hurt.” Maxima began lowering her hand, though she said defiantly, ”I might enjoy whatever punishments Medeia gives me for breaking her new toy.”
”New toy better than old ape,” Nita intoned. This time, Seles could not stop Maxima from inflicting another more vicious blow. The Wolf tried pacifying her teammate, but Nita wouldn’t let her, always throwing in comments about Maxima’s being an ape. Eventually, Seles shrugged and walked to the door. ”Can’t understand why you’re so hell bent on suicide. But I’m not going to be here when Maxima kills you, so Medeia won’t ask me for an explanation.” By this time, Maxima had already descended on the defenseless mage, who kept calling her an ape. Until Maxima could take it no more, and gave the Pergrandian a mighty punch that sent her across the room and into the wall. As the dust from the damaged wall settled, Maxima’s angry expression changed into one of worry, as Nita stepped out of the dust, dropping Medeia’s rope. ”Well, thanks for freeing me. I don’t think you’d have done so if I had asked nicely, yes? Your lioness outfit really suits you though, not gonna lie.” Maxima was however dashing at her, realizing her mistake but trying to cover it up with bravado. ”Your half-assed attempts at pacifying me won’t work. Now get a taste of the Lioness Muscle Buster!”
Seles had by this time found Medeia, and was wondering how to tell her that the dark angel’s newest plaything was being killed by an irate Maxima upstairs, when the ceiling exploded, with Nita and Maxima descending into the room amidst the rubble. The Pergrandian rose over the unconscious form of the Lioness, as she flicked her hair out of her face. ”Take that! Pergrandian Muscle Buster Reversal!!” she announced, giving an impromptu name to her winning maneuver that had destroyed the floor of the room they had been in. Then she noticed Medeia and Seles. ”Hiiiiii. So, uh, that’s the exit door there, isn’t it? I’ll be making use of it then, if you wouldn’t mind.”