main plot The Taste of Death

[+Sorana she/her]

7 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

The Haunt shrunk, he was still large, but not as titanic as before. He looked around, saw the shield flicker and he frowned in irritation.

People, entering PlasmaCore. Quickly he floated over, his fog body leaving a translucent trail lit by the emergency lights all around.

He hovered near the building, but didn’t enter just yet. That, however, put him on the same street as Lena, and without even knowing she was there —as why would such a great being as himself care about mortals? — Was blocking her exit path.

@Sorana

Lena saw something slowly float over, blocking her path. Shadowlike, translucent, but there. She stopped, set Mart down and looked around. It was everywhere. She wiped some sweat of her forehead,  her hand shaking a bit. Then she walked over to a building, tried to open the door and cursed - it was locked. Mart clung to her leg and she caressed his head, her eyes darting along the street. It was doing nothing, just was there. But it had trapped her, maybe not even knew she was here.

Lena tried to figure out what it was, but the best thing she could come up with was a ghost. Slowly she walked over, careful to keep Mart behind her back and reached out with her hand to see if she might be able to pass through.

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"I'm glad you decided that way. We need every support available."

Zokora replied to Silva, then she looked over to Darkness and Mike and gestured towards the shaft.

"You can start to climb up. I will wait until the healer is finished."

@Darth Woodrack

@I think I am here.

@Vargo Seldon

@Ark's Boyfriend

 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

Seom nodded. 

[I think I am here. he/him]

6 hours ago, Sorana said:

Lena saw something slowly float over, blocking her path. Shadowlike, translucent, but there. She stopped, set Mart down and looked around. It was everywhere. She wiped some sweat of her forehead,  her hand shaking a bit. Then she walked over to a building, tried to open the door and cursed - it was locked. Mart clung to her leg and she caressed his head, her eyes darting along the street. It was doing nothing, just was there. But it had trapped her, maybe not even knew she was here.

Lena tried to figure out what it was, but the best thing she could come up with was a ghost. Slowly she walked over, careful to keep Mart behind her back and reached out with her hand to see if she might be able to pass through.

The hand passed straight through without resistance. The Haunt sensed something and sharply he turned on the woman, the fog masking his facial expressions, making his head appear as a featureless globe. But as the Haunt floated upwards, his attention focused on the woman and the child.

Quickly he sped up and dashed towards the child. When he was a hair’s breadth away he stopped and let the fog create his face, into a deep sneer, a scary face.

“Boo!”

—- —-

Wes was submerged in a whiteness, his vision dissipating from the explosion, and his side burning. He felt someone near to him, and begun feeling a familiar sensation of healing wash over him. “Seom!” He croaked. Thank the Heralds she was here. Wes doubted anyone else would care enough about him to heal him. A waste of resources. What use was Bendalloy Feruchemy anyway?

The blood and exposed flesh on Wes’ face begun retreating, and the pain seeped away like water evaporating. His sight recovered, but Wes knew, he would never make the mistake again. Whenever he tried to help, it just resulted in problems. Against Syndicate, he’d almost gotten himself killed, messed up the mission. It was the same here.

In a few minutes, Wes was fully healed, except for a small burn scar creeping up the side of his neck which wasn’t being healed. He looked up and nodded to Seom. “Thanks,” he said. “I would’ve died.”

—- —- —- —-

The intern was new here.

He’s gotten his Ghostblood tattoo only a week ago, flat across his chest. Bold, but he wanted to show he was loyal. Tonight, he wore simple work shoes coupled with leather black attire suitable for a Ghostblood. Indicative of his rank, he wore a long dark cloak that stretched to his legs. The only item on him that wasn’t textbook underling was the tan scarf around his neck. His fellow  underlings had warned him not to wear it, but currently everyone was so busy with the evacuations no one had cared.

He walked through the Space Marine ship, just another Ghostblood who had a job to do. To new to know to keep his head down, especially in the presence, he found himself face to face with a man who obviously ranked higher than him, evident by the badge on his chest.

“Hey, you!” the superior said, and the intern was afraid he was going to get shouted at, but the superior just walked ahead and shoved a pile of documents into the intern’s chest. “Give these to Councilman Uwik,” he said, already walking away.

“Why?” The intern asked.

“One, because I say so,” the superior said, not looking back. “Two, because I have to assist with the evacuations.” The superior stopped. “And three, because there’s no way I’m facing down Uwik right now. Nope.” With that the superior left and intern looked back down the winding hall of twisting metal.

Burdened with his new mission, it wasn’t long before another superior came to give him another job, to prepare the Ghostblood vehicles for mass evacuations or something, but when the intern showed him his job of giving documents to Councilman Uwik, the superior just laughed and raised his hands. “Never mind, then. You’re visiting Uwik? What do you want carved on your tombstone?”

The intern ignored him and continued forward. As he progressed through the interior of the ship he begun seeing more and more of the high ranking Ghostbloods. Sometimes someone would ask why was he here and when the intern showed then they usually made some snide comment like “ever thought of writing a will?” or “I’ll tell your mother you loved her.” More and more, the intern began understanding why nobody wanted to deliver the documents to Uwik himself, so, of course, it had been given to him. An intern. A sacrifice.

Finally, the intern approached the double doors and made his way in. Inside, was a giant red screen that covered the wall, extending to the roof. A single man, tiny by comparison, stood coated in the red light, his back to the intern. Uwik.

The intern gulped. “U-uh, Mr. Uwik?”

Sharp as a hawk, Lusk turned, his eyes examining the underling they’d send to relay information. “Took long enough,” he muttered, signalling the intern to come forward. “Get over here, I can’t read those documents from across the room.”

The intern snapped out of fear and jogged forward. Up close, he could see Lusk’s scars, his grumpy face, a face aged by years of war and conflict. He moved the documents forward and Lusk snatched them out of his hands. The intern gulped again. His boss’ boss’ boss’ boss would still be a few ranks under Lusk.

“Thank you,” Lusk said and the intern scampered off, but just before he reached the exit, Lusk said something. “Hey, answer a question for me,” he said in a gruff voice. The intern paused, turning to meet Lusk’s eyes. Was this what everyone else had talked about? It wasn’t like the intern had a choice. “Y-Yes?”

“Do you think we’re evacuating enough?” Lusk asked, and the question caught the intern from left field. What was a high ranker in a Great Guild asking the intern for? “Of course,” The intern said.

“Don’t you ‘of course’ me,” Lusk growled. “Don’t you dare be polite. Where are you from?”

The intern coughed, and the sound echoed. “Uh, the southern alleys, sir.” Was ‘sir’ enough?

“Then you know the city. You have the point of view of an average person. When you advance in ranks, you begin to get caught up in this guild nonsense, you begin to get... disconnected.” A hint of sorrow escaped his voice but the intern didn’t dare mention it. “It’s easy to think we know what’s best for the world, but sometimes it takes someone who’s actually a part of it. Hence yeh question.”

His eyes pierced the intern again and he could see why everyone had commented what they did. He felt attacked just by the stare, he felt the seeping anger and hostility coming through just the stare, but he also saw tiredness, old age. An angry man who just wanted a solid answer. He must have known the intern was too new to be afraid of honesty.

“I...” the intern thought. “Maybe the bakery district?”

“What does that mean?” Lusk said, testing the intern, testing to see how far he would go.

“You - we - you could send more evacuation vehicles to the bakery district? J-just a suggestion, of course.”

Lusk thought about it, and the pause seemed to last more than an eternity.

“The bakery district is mainly TUBA supporters,” Lusk said finally, with cold clarity.

“So?”

“So, the more people who die there, the more power the Ghostbloods get once this is over.”

The intern gasped. “But, but they’re our allies!” He said, temporarily forgetting how low of a risk he was compared to Lusk.

“For now. But when the dust clears? It’s back to politics, and the more people who support the Ghostbloods who are alive by the end of it the better it is for us. And the more alive who support other guilds? Bad news.”

“But p-proportionally,” The intern said, trying not to stumble over his words. “Proportionally you’re spending more evacuation than necessary on Ghostblood areas! And, and the bakery district is one of the most populated districts! Is this really, are you really refusing to help hundreds of innocent people because their guild supports don’t match yours?”

“It’s simple tactics, kid. Every guild does it.” The intern backed away, hand on his mouth. “You need to help them! You have to, that’s innocent people!”

“Remember your place, kid.”

“But, but you asked for my opinion! And I don’t care if every other guild does it, this guild is better than that, right? The Ghostbloods are better than that, right? I thought this guild was different, I thought you valued human life over tactical advantages!”

“Get out of my sight!” Lusk suddenly shouted, and the intern shied back, fear suddenly implanting itself back in this soul.

“Disrespectful underling, you should be glad I don’t rip you apart right now!” He roared. “If you really storming thought that we were different, if you really storming thought that humanity was better than that, then newsflash, the world is not perfect! The world crushes the generous, kid! The world crushes the good and rewards the conniving. And that’s how you get a guild of assassins as a global superpower, that’s how you get the most powerful people in the world rusting evil scientists!”

The intern paled, and he shook slightly. “Dismissed,” Lusk said but the intern stayed.

“I said dismissed.”

“You can still be good, while being powerful,” the intern said quietly. “We can still be good, while being powerful. That’s the biggest strength. Not being able to kill the most people, or destroy the most mountains. It’s the strength to not get corrupted while having that power. It’s about not abusing it.”

“Get out of my sight,” Lusk said, seething. The intern, realising how disrespectful he’d been, took off, running out of the double doors and running as far away as he could, as far away as he could run from the truth.

Lusk sighed, pressing a button and the doors shut and locked themselves. His temper boiled, but he calmed himself, and it turned to sorrow. The intern’s words made sense, even if they were naive. Lusk sighed again. But the world simply didn’t work that way, you didn’t abandon tactics for morals and you definitely didn’t disrespect a Triarchy member.

His hand moved to a button, to message the superiors to punish the intern severely, maybe send him to the alleys, have a part of him bitten off by an abomination, something suitable to teach him a lesson. But his hand hovered there for a long moment, and Lusk expression turned sad. Was this really what he was going to do? Punishing a kid for telling him how he could be better?

It’s easy to get... disconnected. His own voice echoed in Lusk’s head.

Slowly, and deliberately, Lusk moved his hand, first quickly, and then with more confidence as he grabbed a device that would connect to all evacuation officers around the city, as well as on the intercom throughout the ship, where communications were taking place.

He pressed the button, and took a deep breath.

“All evacuation units on the field and off, I want more units down in the bakery district, as many as we can muster without sacrificing our own strongpoint. Right now, the bakery district is the most under-evacuated place on the city, and I don’t storming care who they support, they’re innocent people. Get on it, now.”

Affirmative responses sounded from each individual evacuation squad leader, and Lusk looked at the dark green dots on his screen as more vehicles began driving to the places that weren’t being helped, the places they weren’t helping because of ‘politics’. And now, storm tactics, they were going to help them, help those that couldn’t help themselves, because that’s what the right thing to do was.

The right thing. It had been so long before Lusk had considered the concept.

And far away, the intern looked up, hearing the announcement over the intercom. He was taken completely by surprise. He’d listened. Mr. Uwik had listened to the advice of him, a simple intern.

And he smiled.

[+Sorana she/her]

7 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

The hand passed straight through without resistance. The Haunt sensed something and sharply he turned on the woman, the fog masking his facial expressions, making his head appear as a featureless globe. But as the Haunt floated upwards, his attention focused on the woman and the child.

Quickly he sped up and dashed towards the child. When he was a hair’s breadth away he stopped and let the fog create his face, into a deep sneer, a scary face.

“Boo!”

The Haunt moved, created a scary face and she stepped between him and Mart. It was then that it clicked  that she remembered. Something about the face, about the way it moved.

"The Haunt."

Lena laughed grimly.

"I know you. You're the one who loves stories, but you're harmless. Nothing but grasping for every single bit of attention you can get."

She wasn't sure about that last part, but he hadn't done anything so far. Large words, scary face, but nothing else. Mart started to cry at the face and she lifted him off the ground again, hoped that it would work. Taking a deep breath she stepped forward, Mart's face safely borrowed in her shoulder. Hastily she continued her way, ignored him for now. If she was wrong, she would have to try to talk to him, bargain with him. But for now, fleeing was a good option as well.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

16 hours ago, Emperor Stick said:

RaiSeel turned around, and nudged Neil's shoulder.

"Look! I think those are TUBA soldiers!"

Neil turned, his face brightening when he saw Daa.

"Over here!" he called out, waving his hands to get their attention.

@AonEne @Emperor Stick

Edited June 15, 2019 by xinoehp512

[Elend Venture he/him]

     Damon limped slowly over the slick blood to the corpses, checking the pulse of each. What have I done? You have assassinated some of your old allies, defenseless and unarmed.  While checking the pulse on the last victim, a man in his early fourties with chisled fetures, a new string of bullets fired off, near by. Damon heard the pops as they flew only a meter by him. Firing his pistols into the window, he threw himself out of it.

     The four story fall felt slowed to Damon as the walls streaked by. He flipped down a coin but wondered if he should even try to stop his fall. Or if he deserved to. Then he remembered a voice he had heard but a few hours ago. She wouldn't care. Or would she? Damon pushed on the coin. You selfish son of a *****. Thought Damon. Let us finish this hellish night.

      @Grey Knight

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     If you are satisfied with this outcome, then I shall count this post. If you would prefer a fight between Damon and the counsel members after the events on page five, which seems more fair and less God-modish, than I am more than glad to facilitate that instead

 

Edited June 16, 2019 by ElendVenture

[I think I am here. he/him]

11 hours ago, Sorana said:

The Haunt moved, created a scary face and she stepped between him and Mart. It was then that it clicked  that she remembered. Something about the face, about the way it moved.

"The Haunt."

Lena laughed grimly.

"I know you. You're the one who loves stories, but you're harmless. Nothing but grasping for every single bit of attention you can get."

She wasn't sure about that last part, but he hadn't done anything so far. Large words, scary face, but nothing else. Mart started to cry at the face and she lifted him off the ground again, hoped that it would work. Taking a deep breath she stepped forward, Mart's face safely borrowed in her shoulder. Hastily she continued her way, ignored him for now. If she was wrong, she would have to try to talk to him, bargain with him. But for now, fleeing was a good option as well.

Saying his name made him smile, but as the woman continued talking he growled again. But instead of running, or screaming, she walked right through him, the fog curling as it parted before her.

“I am not harmless.” The Haunt said and circled around the woman and the child. From a nearby dead body the Haunt very shakily picked up a knife. It was hard to do when the Haunt was incorporeal, but the Haunt picked the knife upwards, and as it circled the two the knife glinted in the air. It shook quite a lot from the effort it was taking to float.

“Is this harmless?”

[+Sorana she/her]

2 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

Saying his name made him smile, but as the woman continued talking he growled again. But instead of running, or screaming, she walked right through him, the fog curling as it parted before her.

“I am not harmless.” The Haunt said and circled around the woman and the child. From a nearby dead body the Haunt very shakily picked up a knife. It was hard to do when the Haunt was incorporeal, but the Haunt picked the knife upwards, and as it circled the two the knife glinted in the air. It shook quite a lot from the effort it was taking to float.

“Is this harmless?”

The fog parted in front of her and so she took another step and another. Blood was still dripping down her arm and she knew she had to stop, take care of the wound, staunch the bleeding again, maybe finally stich it together. At least she should stop to carry Mart around. Lena turned a corner, finally, she had reached the right street. It was long, seemed endless, but it was the right street. She was about to set Mart down, when the Haunt picked up a knife, circled them. It shook, but a shaking knife was enough to kill a child. Mart slid out of her grip, but she managed to more or less slow his fall, when her arms finally gave up their work.

Valium. Lena's fingers touched her bag again. It would help. At least for now it would help. She only needed to find it.

"What do you want from me, Haunt?"

she asked.

"Aren't there better targets around this city?"

She tried to sound self confident, but mostly she was tired, her voice slightly slurred. Mart clung to her legs and she felt sweat run over her face and back. More shaking, her heart beating too fast. Dangerous, Lena, dangerous.

[I think I am here. he/him]

13 minutes ago, Sorana said:

“What do you want from me, Haunt?"

she asked.

"Aren't there better targets around this city?"

The Haunt panted, carrying the knife was hard. But he kept it quiet and addressed the woman.

“I didn’t even know you were here until you tried to pass through me a few moments ago,” The Haunt said, an edge to his voice. “And then you tell me I’m harmless? You, you know what happened to the last person who called me that?” The knife dropped and clattered to the ground and he cursed, but he looked back up at the woman. His ramblings began to show the mentally unhinged side of him.

“I’ve been called that far too often. Harmless, ‘oh don’t mind him, he’s a ghost, a spren,’. I am not a spren. I am not harmless, I am not something, you can just pass through without a second thought!” The knife remained on the floor, and the Haunt remained rambling. “I think it’s time that you learn, that I am not someone to ignore!”

The knife shook slightly, but it was taking a while to lift up off of the stone ground.

[+Sorana she/her]

14 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

The Haunt panted, carrying the knife was hard. But he kept it quiet and addressed the woman.

“I didn’t even know you were here until you tried to pass through me a few moments ago,” The Haunt said, an edge to his voice. “And then you tell me I’m harmless? You, you know what happened to the last person who called me that?” The knife dropped and clattered to the ground and he cursed, but he looked back up at the woman. His ramblings began to show the mentally unhinged side of him.

“I’ve been called that far too often. Harmless, ‘oh don’t mind him, he’s a ghost, a spren,’. I am not a spren. I am not harmless, I am not something, you can just pass through without a second thought!” The knife remained on the floor, and the Haunt remained rambling. “I think it’s time that you learn, that I am not someone to ignore!”

The knife shook slightly, but it was taking a while to lift up off of the stone ground.

Lena tried to consider his words, to get past their obvious meaning. He was angry, that she thought him something to ignore, maybe she could use that.

"You are threatening my child."

she stated, tried to calm her breath. Her fingers crept into her bag, touched different bottles and boxes, unable to find the one she was looking for. She had two options. Grab Mart's hand and run, or try to talk to him.

"I am sorry, for passing through you. You were blocking my way and I have somewhere I need to go."

Gently she caressed Mart's hair, tried to calm him. He had started to sob, his face burried in her blood soaked pants. She grabbed his hand and took a step down the street, her eyes staying on the knife.

"You are stronger, than I thought you were. I see your power now."

A lie, but she'd never cared about telling the truth.

"I am sure there are people around that are a much worthier enemy than I am."

Another step and another.

"I can tell your tale, let people know who you are, how powerful you are. But for that to work, you need to let me go."

[I think I am here. he/him]

24 minutes ago, Sorana said:

Another step and another.

"I can tell your tale, let people know who you are, how powerful you are. But for that to work, you need to let me go."

The words calmed him, and the Haunt’s snarl turned back into a frown. He was powerful, that was true. The knife shook and he looked down at it, then back at Lena and smiled cruelly.

“Not even a scar to remember me by?”

[+Sorana she/her]

9 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

The words calmed him, and the Haunt’s snarl turned back into a frown. He was powerful, that was true. The knife shook and he looked down at it, then back at Lena and smiled cruelly.

“Not even a scar to remember me by?”

Lena moved her body between him and Mart again. A scar? A small price for a chance to get Mart into safety. She wasn't sure if her body could take another injury, it depended on how deep he cut, where he hit her. She had lost some blood, her heart and blood circulation already at the border of what they could manage. Taking drugs when injured usually was a bad idea, taking a high dose - her arms shook while she worked to held them in place. It was a risk, but she always took risks. She had taken a risk when she had agreed to meet them, when she had jumped from one airplane to another. When she had stayed with Alask. The shadow of a grin formed on her face.

"If you kill me, nobody will tell your story."

She reminded him and spread her arms in a silent invitation. Her eyes never left the knife. She would take any blow aimed at Mart herself.

[I think I am here. he/him]

55 minutes ago, Sorana said:

“If you kill me, nobody will tell your story."

She reminded him and spread her arms in a silent invitation. Her eyes never left the knife. She would take any blow aimed at Mart herself.

The Haunt smiled.

The knife shook, and with a heave it hovered above, vibrating in midair. The foggy body of the Haunt dissipated into thin air and only the floating knife remained, the shaking decreasing slightly now that his focus was fully on it. It moved slowly and deliberately, finding its way to the to the outside of her forearm.

Slowly, the knife pressed in, deep. “Remember me,” the Haunt whispered, and with a quick half-inch slash he was done, blood pouring out of the wound and the knife dropped to the floor.

“It is done.”

And with that the small chill permeating the air was gone.

[+Sorana she/her]

13 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

The Haunt smiled.

The knife shook, and with a heave it hovered above, vibrating in midair. The foggy body of the Haunt dissipated into thin air and only the floating knife remained, the shaking decreasing slightly now that his focus was fully on it. It moved slowly and deliberately, finding its way to the to the outside of her forearm.

Slowly, the knife pressed in, deep. “Remember me,” the Haunt whispered, and with a quick half-inch slash he was done, blood pouring out of the wound and the knife dropped to the floor.

“It is done.”

And with that the small chill permeating the air was gone.

Lena stayed where she was, when the knife neared her forearm, when he pressed it into her flesh, so deep she grit her teeth. Pain, but less than she should feel, it would come later. A quick slash and then he was done, the knife fell to the ground. Remember him.

She took Mart's hand again and followed the street, forced her legs to move, despite the slight shaking of her muscles that made her feel like lying down and do nothing for a while, until her body was working normally again. Mart stumbled over a leg and cried louder, the sound snapped her out of her thoughts, had her bent down and pick him up again. It wasn't far.

 

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Mike nodded and quickly stepped towards the shaft. He changed into Squirrel and climbed up to the next door. It was standing a bit open and he was able to squeeze through it. A laboratory of some sorts.

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Zokora watched Wes body heal and then walked over to him.

"I can call an evacutation unit to get you out. Otherwise -"

she gestured towards the elevator shaft. Then she turned to Seom and Darkness and repeated the gesture.

@Ark's Boyfriend

@I think I am here.

@Vargo Seldon

Edited June 16, 2019 by Sorana

[I think I am here. he/him]

40 minutes ago, Sorana said:

Zokora watched Wes body heal and then walked over to him.

"I can call an evacutation unit to get you out. Otherwise -"

she gestured towards the elevator shaft. Then she turned to Seom and Darkness and repeated the gesture

Wes stood up, tiredly saluting the lady. She looked like she ranked way higher than him, and he shook his head, stood up straighter.

“No, it’s fine, I don’t need an evacuation.” Best to leave that for the people on the street, not him. Looking to the elevator shaft, he nodded. They would have to get to the next floor, higher and higher. Straightening his cloak he walked over to the elevator shaft, putting his head in and looking upwards. How would he climb up?

“How will the other people get up?” He asked the high ranking lady, gesturing to the squadron of Canton Members, Ghostbloods and others. “Will they all have to climb?”

Edited June 16, 2019 by I think I am here.

[Grey Knight]

9 hours ago, ElendVenture said:

f you are satisfied with this outcome, then I shall count this post. If you would prefer a fight between Damon and the counsel members after the events on page five, which seems more fair and less God-modish, than I am more than glad to facilitate that instead

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I'm fine with what's been happening. You can keep doing what you're doing.

 

[Silva]

On 6/14/2019 at 8:02 PM, AonEne said:

Will there be another post, or do you want me to get the call now?

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There will be another post. Just waiting on the DA folks...

No one higher up had given her any strange looks for being there so far either. Freedom stayed by the others. 

“How will the other people get up? Will they all have to climb?” asked the one who'd been injured.

Given there was no obvious way up besides the shaft, the answer was likely "yes". Not a great idea strategically. Choke-points could be cut off pretty easily.

Not your place to question, she told herself, though she did look around for a flight of stairs.

@Sorana @Ark's Boyfriend @I think I am here.

[+Sorana she/her]

"Not neccessarily."

Zokora looked at them.

"I can take you with me there using my surge, and get you out that way, should something go wrong."

She explained a tad impatiently.

@Silva @I think I am here.

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

"Whatever it is, let's do it!" Seom said excitedly. She loved danger.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

On 6/14/2019 at 10:38 AM, Silva said:

"Fine," Eiran said. His voice was trembling. "I'll give her a call. If she says it's okay to bring you over, I will. Otherwise, I cannot." 

Lita could hear the man’s breath quicken, and she dropped her smile. Probably still look a little too wild, she thought. Backing off the tin a bit had brought her back from the edge of cold impersonality, and she felt a little bad for the man. She arranged her features into her typical calm, non-threatening expression: mild curiosity. Attentive. Polite.

”Ah, hierarchy,” she said, nodding her head. “Thank you.”

Lita continued watching the street for any immediate danger, ears tuned to the sounds behind and to the sides of them. It wouldn’t do to get murdered in the middle of all this fine diplomacy, now would it?

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Sorry for the late response, I’m on vacation currently and away from my computer, but I’ll try to check here!

 

[Silva]

23 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

Lita could hear the man’s breath quicken, and she dropped her smile. Probably still look a little too wild, she thought. Backing off the tin a bit had brought her back from the edge of cold impersonality, and she felt a little bad for the man. She arranged her features into her typical calm, non-threatening expression: mild curiosity. Attentive. Polite.

”Ah, hierarchy,” she said, nodding her head. “Thank you.”

Lita continued watching the street for any immediate danger, ears tuned to the sounds behind and to the sides of them. It wouldn’t do to get murdered in the middle of all this fine diplomacy, now would it?

He quickly looked away from her and called Deteca. Eiran really hoped she'd answer. Otherwise he'd be stuck there with the DA denizens waiting for her to call back for however long it took.

Eiran shifted his weight uncomfortably as he waited. The way the woman kept changing her composure unnerved him more than the smile from before.

@AonEne

 

[Darth Woodrack he/him]

Silva walked up to the elevator shaft and jumped into the side, punching the wall to get a grip. She continued like this upwards towards the top floor.

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Is anyone else going to go up, or is it just me?

 

[Elend Venture he/him]

6 hours ago, Grey Knight said:

I'm fine with what's been happening. You can keep doing what you're doing

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Excellent! Thank you.

     Damon wheeled back around, pushing on lamp posts. The sharp shooter was one of the men from the other room. Damon was uncertain what happened to the others. The man was down  the street, his weapon firing over and over. Damon heard the bullets whistle. Turning, he fired his last six rounds at the man, 50 meters away. It ws so dark that he was simply going by the muzzle flash of the other man to know where to shoot. Damon was not sure if he hit the man or not, but did not stop to find out. He pushed off a coin and a lamp post at the same time, launching down the street. 

     The city in deep shadow, flashed by. Damon alighted upon the roof of PlasmaCore. He sat down heavily and applied a compression bandage to he leg. He then got up, walking stiffly up to an entry way and scanning his fingerprint. The doors sliding open silently, he continued through, the hallway empty and echoing. The doors closed behind him, clicking as they locked in place. Damon continued down the hall, took a flight of stairs, went through another set of doors, and ended up where he started. The room felt more empry then it had before. Many people were away, fufilling PlasmaCore's mission.

     "Mission accomplished." Said Damon, to...No one? An unknown idividual had comanded him through a speaker last time.

@Ax's Boyfriend

 

Edited June 16, 2019 by ElendVenture

[AonEne he/him]

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On 6/15/2019 at 6:22 AM, I think I am here. said:

“All evacuation units on the field and off, I want more units down in the bakery district, as many as we can muster without sacrificing our own strongpoint. Right now, the bakery district is the most under-evacuated place on the city, and I don’t storming care who they support, they’re innocent people. Get on it, now.”

Affirmative responses sounded from each individual evacuation squad leader, and Lusk looked at the dark green dots on his screen as more vehicles began driving to the places that weren’t being helped, the places they weren’t helping because of ‘politics’. And now, storm tactics, they were going to help them, help those that couldn’t help themselves, because that’s what the right thing to do was.

The right thing. It had been so long before Lusk had considered the concept.

Itiah, that was an awesome scene!

2 hours ago, Silva said:

He quickly looked away from her and called Deteca. Eiran really hoped she'd answer. Otherwise he'd be stuck there with the DA denizens waiting for her to call back for however long it took.

Deteca's phone trilled; not with a text, but with a call. Eiran. Frowning, she stepped out of the room and took the call. "What's up? Are the tunnels holding up?"

[Silva]

1 hour ago, AonEne said:

Deteca's phone trilled; not with a text, but with a call. Eiran. Frowning, she stepped out of the room and took the call. "What's up? Are the tunnels holding up?"

She picked up. "What's up? Are the tunnels holding up?

He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah. They're fine," he said. "I'm really sorry for bothering you, but there are these DA people talking to me and they want to talk to you in person and I wasn't going to bring them anywhere without asking you first since you were probably at-" Eiran cut off the sentence before mentioning Tena. "Anyways, they're kind of terrifying and what should I tell them?" 

It felt good to let it out, even as hurriedly as he had. He gave a nervous glance at the women near him. His heart was still pounding hard.