2082 (accepting comms specialists)

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Most likely to win in sparring?

Jessica
1
6%
Riku
1
6%
Banks
0
No votes
Genesis
5
29%
Willow
2
12%
Schaey
0
No votes
KIPP
1
6%
Sienna
6
35%
Karissa
1
6%
Daniel
0
No votes
 
Total votes : 17

Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby Vivika » Sun Jan 26, 2020 12:10 pm

    𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑
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    Role: Sniper | Powers: Electrical manipulation & truth detection | Location: Hallway > Bedroom door | Tags: Elora [Mentions: Maxwell, Milo, Edie Ven]
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    “Hardly anything is as simple as it seems, isn’t it?” Her gaze drifted to trace the curves of the familiar walls, eyes sweeping the hall in a once-over, out of habit than anything else. A dry smile tugged at the corners of her lips as her attention returned to her friend, “I didn’t expect to be quizzed on the situation, already. Was the morning at base as quiet as it seemed?” Brows lifted a touch teasingly, then lowered as she considered, faint smile fading, “I admit, the run-down was dry. The basics.”

    Where to begin? She could paint a picture, detailing the scuffle and its aftermath. From how crimson red mingled with silver marred the pavement to the cries of the injured scattering from the epicentre of the chaos. Details, all those little nuances, the little complexities that made such a difference. It was what defined the boundaries, spurring the outrage between a mere casualty and a child casualty. She pressed her lips together as she dismissed the thought - no, she'd leave that one to the media.

    “Think of it, less as a capture attempt and more a scuffle.” A small pause to collect her thoughts. Tempting as it was to spill, some things were best left spoken in the security of her bedroom. Others were best left unsaid. “The general was present on the surface as support… it complicated matters to say the least. Things just escalated from there. Injuries for one.” A sifting of the surface simplicity with a shift in perspective. There was no denying it’d started off as a capture attempt, but it ended being a little more - a clash between leaders of opposing movements, each with agendas of their own, and the first flash of activity from the rebellion in awhile.

    The mention of her cheek served as a reminder of that window cleaner; another story in its entirety and not something she cared to get into here, perhaps in her bedroom. “It’ll be fine. Nothing some ice won’t fix,” she reassured, fingers reaching up to trace the surface of the bruise. If she'd ever met up with that rebel again... She tried for a reassuring smile. “Just a little thank-you over some spilled lemonade.” A glance down the hall confirmed they were close and she nodded once towards the door of their demolitions expert, a few steps ahead. “We’ll talk more, later. See if he’s in first?”

    𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐒
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    Role: Gatherer | Negation: Off | Location: Catacombs > Rebel entrance | Tags: Willow [Mentions: None.]
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    Fingers knotted into the back of his hair as he met those jade eyes simmering as if embers alight with flames. Back to square one again. His concentration was waning, the building pressure at the back of his skull tugging his focus from her words. How long had they been out? He blinked, an attempt to clear that mental fog.

    Rockets used hydrogen fuel combined with oxygen to propel itself forward, by-product being water. A remnant of some flight theory from past years… Funny how such an odd lecture could pop in his mind as he watched the woman in-front of him. An attempt at conversation plus Willow equaled this, along with a long walk back to base.

    Responding with equal heat and defensiveness was all too easy, all at the tip of his tongue, that urge to match fire with fire and passion with passion. Her attempt to mimic his voice chased that thought away as quickly as it came, her voice lowering from its usual to match his. He snorted, lips lifting involuntarily in a faint smile as he shook his head. The last part of her poisonous words snagged at him, something along the lines of ‘endangering the rebellion’. Barbed as the comment was, it stood out from the rest. Underneath those provocative words, it was something he understood. Was that it— someone back home that she was worried about?

    “Hey, hey. Easy there, kitten.” He released a slow, steady breath, holding up a hand. “I hear you. Listen, I know the taskforce activity is concerning, threatening- take your pick.” He let a small pause follow, gaze slipping from hers to take in their surroundings, then settling on a point just ahead.

    “She’s not one of them. Probably works somewhere in the agricultural sector- a farmer likely. You may have seen her around. She owns that stall at the edge of the market, which sells berries and all the like?” A glance towards her as he guided them along, setting a steady pace. “If we play our cards right, it’ll work out. Just… trust me on this one.”

    The point at the distance neared, the familiar structure of home closing-in. It had never looked more inviting. He breathed a soft sigh as he returned his attention to the firecracker next to him, “Come. Let’s go home.”
    He hoped she wouldn’t fight him on this one.

    Calloused hands reached for the door, tugging it open. The absence of guards at the door jumped out at him, twisting a knot in his stomach. Fingers tightened against the frame of the door as the pressure at the back of his head spiked; the stirrings of a wild creature poking its nose through that barrier he’d built up. Steady there. A breath-in to redirect his focus. Shift change? That had to be it.
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#40

Postby ajax. » Sun Jan 26, 2020 1:01 pm

    River Van Andel
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    Rank - Task force Feeling - amused Tagged - Rhys, Zandria {mentions; n/a} Powers - spidey sense, owl head location - Rec Room
    River waited for Zandria to approach, and he let out a low whistle, leaning his head back to look up at her as she perched behind him. He clicked his tongue, eyes slightly hooded as he smirked. "Driaaa, my darlin' don't take everything so personal, i'll get you a new name soon." A quick wink, then he straightened, he didn't complain as she ruffled his hair, not even bothering to tame it afterward.

    He looked over at Rhys once more as he heard Dria speak. He pouted, crossing his arms.
    "Come on now, let me have my fun before you go hittin' on em. This is why I try to get to all out newsies first." He sounded annoyed but was really wearing his crooked smile.

    "Kissin' up a little aren't we? Just want to make sure he won't play target practice eh?" He snarked at Dria, finally running his fingers through his hair. A curt nod and he shifted in place to throw an arm around Zandria's neck, ruffling her hair like she did his.

    "Nevah you mind 'er, she's as harmless as a fly, but she might poison your food bambino so be careful where you leave you plate." River blew a quick air kiss before turning back to Dria, his coy smirk never leaving. "What would you like dear? Or did you just come to ruin my afternoon?" Another feigned pout rose to the surface as he crossed his arms again, cocking an eyebrow.

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Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - excited Tagged - Tacet {mentions; n/a} Powers - fire manip, weapon summ. location - a restaurant
    owo will edit in

    Darby Maddox
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Rank - medic Feeling - haha what are people skills Tagged - Genesis{mentions;} Powers - injury trans,. accelerated healing location- medbay
    Darby sat there patiently, and tried not to chuckle at Genesis' threat. He rolled his eyes but a smile still managed to worm between his lips. He could feel the soft tug of his skin as she stitched, but it wasn't painful. "I wouldn't mean to." He kept his breath steady as she continued.

    Them, Genesis was speaking again and Darby almost found himself nodding, urging himself to keep still so he didn't annoy the collector perched at his side.
    "Yeah, and pain shows you when you're healing. It's not always a bad thing to feel."

    He waited for a break in her stitching, then shifted so he could align his hip properly and not cause any more damage. Then, he stilled once more, and almost snorted at the apology that caught his attention. "Please, you're better at it than me." He complimented before his smile faded at what he said. He needed to shut up.

    Genesisi finished her stitch, and Darby breathed deeply. He reached behind his head and tapped his new stitches gently, feeling the craftsmanship.
    "Not bad, you did pretty well." He smiled before his gaze locked with hers. Suddenly it grew hard to swallow as he felt what he could only assume to be scrutiny. Then the collector was speaking again, snapping his attention back.

    He nodded, lowering his hand finally to hand them rest at his sides.
    "Heh, yeah... To be honest I think a lot of the people think the same of me. Or more like 'oh he's thinking, can't disturb the beast.'" Another chuckle left him, knowing what he said was probably true. And he didn't make it any easier to approach him when he was quiet.


    Clover Finch
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    Rank - Task force Feeling - Huh? Tagged - open{mentions; n/a} Powers - static shock, vocal mimicry location - locker room
    Clover stopped, but she didn't hide the smile that rose to her face as the man across from her finched. Okay, so that could effect him, probably not much anymore. Then, he asked her a question and her smile dissipated, confusion crossing her eyes. "I'm not sure, I think vocal mimicry."

    A nonchalant shrug, then she crossed her arms again, tighter this time. She let out a short 'hmph' acknowledging she noticed him ignoring her inquiry. Fine, she could play that game. "Human decency?" She asked, though she knew she was wrong there.

    She watched him, wondering if she could suggest something to make the lock easier to manage. But she kept her mouth shut as she smirked, but it quickly became a scowl as he commented on her name. She bit the inside of her cheek.
    "No, Clove as in short for Clover, or if you want. The herb." Her tone had dipped, showing her slight annoyance. Then, this guy was commenting on her last name; making her perse her lips. "Yes."

    She watched him move, carrying a... bow? interesting, okay, no one in Seattle carried those, weird. He started toward the exit and Clove took a step forward to follow him, remaining silent but her expression softening ever so slightly. She'd never seen one of the things used in real life, and curiosity got the better of her.


    //will also add in nic soon <3
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby rainbowwrowell » Sun Jan 26, 2020 11:45 pm

Mavis contemplated just leaving for a minute, not the rebellion, but the room where Nic was. Since he didnt look like he was gonna leave. She decided to and she promptly left and went to the dorms. As she thought, she hummed quietly, walking past anyone there and to her bunk. She’d use her powers to grab whatever she needed, her nose wouldnt bleed over something that small. If it did, it wouldnt bleed that much and her headache wouldnt be that bad. Her nose would hurt more. Using her powers, she pulled her bag, and her red jacket down and caught them with her hands. Then, she walked back to the medic room and pulled a chair over to her, again using her powers. She pulled the thin red jacket on, it was a bit big but that didnt matter, she wasnt leaving, the jacket held a lot of sentimental value to Mavis. She felt a small wave of calmness wash over her and she could think just a little clearer.

’’Carrie…. I’m cold. ‘’ The young 10 year old Mavis whined, as they walked the streets. Carrie had a very thin red jacket on, as it fit her better than it fit Mavis. When Carrie put it on her, Mavis nearly fell after taking a single step. ‘’Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll be at the catacombs soon, you won’t have to worry about being cold ‘cuz you’ll have my jacket for as long as ya need, okay?’’ Carrie spoke, a calm tone in her voice as she crouched down,’’How ‘bout when we get to that corner, I give this to you then. I’ll find a way to make it shorter. I’ve a few bobbins. I’ll tie it, ‘kay? I dont like seeing you shaking like tha’ ‘’ Her voice was very calm, but it was very caring too. Just like her. Mavis nodded and gave her a hug. ‘’Jeez you’re frozen. Nevermind, you’ll have this now.’’ Carrie spoke, sounding concerned as she returned the hug. She spent 10 minutes putting the too big jacket on Mavis, and fixing it. Mavis and her walked, but Carrie made a wrong turn, they ended up nowhere near the catacomb entrance, so they sat in an old abandoned shop and Carrie told her to get some rest…

Mavis broke the thread of thought, feeling tears coat her lashes. Now wasnt the time to mourn the loss of a big sister, she had someone to worry about. She had to make sure Nic was okay, and she’d have to find out if Jess was and take care of Milo. And find Michael. Her head hurt. She came to the conclusion that she just needed to do things one at a time, like Carrie did, and then, she wouldn’t have to worry. She just wished the shaking in her arms would go away. To be truthful, the anxiety rolled around in her stomach, and worrying thoughts were placed with no care at all for the damage they created by the voices that plagued her mind.
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby faelyn » Mon Jan 27, 2020 11:35 am

── 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒩𝒩𝐸 𝒲𝐸𝒜𝒱𝐸𝑅
────────────────(𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕄𝔼ℝ)────────────────
(Rebel Officer Medic) ( Location: Medical Center -> Rebel Base Entrance) ( Mood: Michy? ) ( Tags: Jasper, Romi, Althaia) (Mentions: Nic, Darby, Chester) (Sleep Alleviation & Unconscious Inducement )

Radiant azure eyes fluttering from one extent to another, the officer’s soft and delicate fingers danced along the sides of a cushioned chair as she lowered her slender figure onto the seat. Everything was going to be alright.

Perhaps, she should see the general off, make herself useful, rather than wasting her time noticing little things that weren’t of any use to her. It was crucial that the general was in adequate condition and her fellow comrades couldn’t afford a feeble leader.

The rebellion seemed to have cooled down from its frenzied state, since the unseen event that had occurred with the taskforce. Nic was fine, now. The missing medics found and safe. It was guaranteed that the rebellion would recover. Familiar voices fluttered in the air around her and a headache stirred against her skull. The pain came in sharp bursts and her breaths shuddered in her lungs. Bree had hardly questioned her decision to keep the problem a mere secret to her medics and thoroughly believed it was best to keep them away from harm’s way.

A hushed ring echoed from her pocket and within a matter of seconds, her violet-tinged phone was held gently in her hands. Michy. The letters were in bold print and shone brightly on the screen. Was he alright? With no hesitation, her fingers pressed a vivid green button and effortlessly, lifted the device to her ear. “Michael.”Addressing the officer, Bree let her following words bloom like spring flowers in her throat. “Are you alright? Is there anything you need?”


── 𝒲𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒪𝒲 𝐻𝒰𝒩𝒯𝐸𝑅
────────────────(𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔸ℚ𝕌𝔸𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕋𝕀ℂ)────────────────
(Rebel Gatherer) ( Location: Farmer's Market -> Elevator) ( Mood: Uneasy & Annoyed) ( Tags: Hugo) ( Mentions: None) (Aquakinesis & Fear Manipulation)

Edited post on page 85, Viv. <3 Will edit her in.



── JAXON ARCHER
─────────────────(𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕃𝔼ℝ)─────────────────
(Taskforce Enforcer) ( Location: Taskforce Base) ( Mood: Startled, Embarrassed & Curious ) ( Tags: Pandora, Bennett, Darian)(Mentions: None)
(Healing & Bulletproof Skin)[/size]

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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby *Lovel* » Tue Jan 28, 2020 8:27 am

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⚙️__KIPPxxPRICE__⚙️
┌──────── Something in Latin ────────┐
"KIPP" - ♂ - Rebel Soldier - Form
Tags: Karissa
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He hummed happily and sat up a little straighter. Satisfied knowing he was considered 'doing fine' by someone who barely knew him, he considered remembering this conversation so that he could start conversations this way in the future. So that nobody would be afraid of him anymore, or intimidated by his presence. He scoffed aloud just thinking about it. Him? Intimidating? Impossible.
Bringing people back from the dead and controlling them? Highly possible. Very much possible. The girl in front of him disclosed she could do such a feat and he simply buzzed with interest.
"Really!" he gasped, watching her with a tilted head and a leg sitting crossed over the other.
"That's got to be the most curious power I've seen around here in a long time! And trust me when I mean a long time, honey I mean a long time." he hummed while throwing his hand back and settling it under his chin. KIPP felt in a very sassy mood today it seemed like. "The General is going to absolutely love you!"
However the conversation turned to him, and his eyes widened a little bit, staring her down with a playful vibe.
"Me? Well how nice of you to bring me up. I'm an older model so I can't do as many things as my baby brother can but.. um.."
He smirked and lifted his arm to wiggle his fingers gracefully up at the lights, which began to flicker softly, threatening to turn off but never doing such a thing. Once done showing off the one of many abilities he had, he tucked his arm under his chin again and pursed his lips
"I can control electric based objects. Y'know.. turn them on and off. But I can't access the internet and I don't come with verbal commands! So if you were gonna try and control me.. sorry I ruined your plans.." he giggled, biting his lip and winking at her
"You'll find a lot of special people here with a wide variety of powers. We'd be happy to help you perfect yours if need be.. especially if you plan on staying for a while!"
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Karissa Blackwell | Tags: Kipp | Location mess hall
Curious? No one ever called her ability curious. She gave him an odd look as she mulled this over."Baby brother?" she asked as he showed his electrical abilities she watched the lights flicker in awe. She hasn't seen any other abilities than hers and watching Kipp use his amazed her. "Control you? I have enough things to learn to control. Controlling you would be last on my agenda anyway." she said laughing softly. She thought about his statement of staying awhile, she thought about it for a few moments while running a hand through her hair and looking at the table. She tended to run her hand through her hair when she is thinking and is nervous which is quite often. She looked back up at Kipp with a shy yet playful smile "I think I will stay a while, I'd like to meet the guy in charge of this place soon" she said still peering at Kipp.
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby doc . » Tue Jan 28, 2020 4:50 pm

⚙️__KIPPxxPRICE__⚙️
┌──────── Something in Latin ────────┐
"KIPP" - ♂ - Rebel Soldier - Form
Tags: Karissa
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Ah well that was easy enough. See a strange new girl at a table, convince her to stay with them. The man checked his invisible watch on his wrist and hummed with a slightly surprised face. “And all under five minutes..” he said softly to himself. The man decided to lean back in his chair, watching Karissa with his full attention again. She wanted to meet Milo. There was no meeting Milo anytime soon.
“Aha.. you see.. I’d love to bring you to them right now but uh.. the General they.. they got into some real bad stuff earlier today. My less than best half being a part of that bad stuff.” He explained, using his hands to do some of the talking. He crossed a leg over the other and shrugged his shoulders
“They had a real nasty fight up there. So maybe later, eh? I’m sure I can show you around and have ya meet some of the others in the process?” He offered
The man bit his lip while watching her. There really wasnt going to be any meetings today. Not even tomorrow. The next day? He’d have to check his calendar.. see if he was free. Then maybe he could set up a meeting.
“I mean its really all up to you. Us rebels down here dont got no rules. We do things at our own pace, ya know? I’m just here to greet the newbies and make sure you dont get eaten the first day.”
He winked at her with a playful smile.
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Postby 䏠xote » Wed Jan 29, 2020 11:38 am

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saša milovanović (milo) | the general | dream walking [-8] | general's study | tagged: fireflies, shinoto, akiko | mentioned: edie


    milo slowly ran one hand over their face, closing their eyes and dragging in a long breath through their nose. their heart was pounding painfully, and the throbbing in their temples was enough to bring back that horrible fluttering in their gut.

    "you're right. i don't know you, or anything about you. so then, pray tell me, how am i supposed to trust your character after your less than smooth introduction?" their fingers split, allowing them to look with their one eye out at the three, before they dropped their arm back into their lap. "that question was rhetorical. the answer is that i'm not, and i can't. i'm not going to accept someone who i don't know and who comes in here immediately questioning my authority. until you can prove that you can function as a worthwhile member of this faction, you can consider you application denied."

    the general sat back, gaze sliding over the trio with extreme prejudice, half-lidded. "to prove yourself, you'll have to go back and do things the right way. the way you should've. you find edie, you show her you'd be a good addition, and based on her findings i will amend or uphold my decision. and edie is not exactly kind--you'd do well to reign in your tongue when trying to appeal to her. is that understood?"

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felix naomi shor | squad member | human | taskforce hq | tagged: crystal | mentioned: TARS


    "save the niceties. you're a fair bit past that now, weapons specialist." felix snorted wryly. "our captain was mortally wounded in a scuffle this afternoon, and he isn't entertaining company. you wanna press the matter and cause trouble your first day here, or do you want to see your room and get settled in?" she cocked a brow, challenging the newcomer, and decided quite readily that they weren't going to get along. something about her attitude had felix rubbed the wrong way, though she wasn't sure exactly what it was.
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby sataraxias » Wed Jan 29, 2020 10:08 pm

    ─────(ASPER ILARIO)────
    REBEL SOLDIER // plant manipulation, time perception manipulation
    tags // banks [mentioned: hugo] loc. medbay

Seeing Banks and Nic together had reminded him of the pressing absence of another missing friend, one he hadn’t even had the chance to speak to since the day had begun. Jasper had been preoccupied with all the drama going on that he hadn’t had much time to reflect, but now that times had seemed to calm, his mind drifted towards Hugo as he wondered where the cheerful gatherer was. Was he in the upper city? Probably. He thought he’d seen the man leave the mess in the morning with his fellow gatherers… Worry swirled a hurricane in his mind. was he alright? Had he been involved in whatever scuffle had dominated above?

Oh, he hoped not.

And what had Jasper been doing while his friends had, or potentially had, faced danger? He’d been standing at the door. Just… waiting. Clueless to the situation then, and still practically clueless now.

Banks’ quiet voice cast him back out of his thoughts as they reached the cot. The walk had been short, less than thirty seconds, but that was the thing about time. It didn’t always seem to travel at the same pace, and the tiny distance had felt almost colossal.

Huh?” He blinked at Banks in confusion. Had his words earlier been too sharp? He hadn’t intended- he’d just wanted his friend to rest… He managed a small smile, doing his best to keep his voice amused. “The heck, Banks, that was like five apologies in half as many seconds. You’re good, okay? Nobody’s mad and I’m not babysitting you.

He was mildly offended by the implication. Was that what Banks thought he was doing, running around after him like a tired parent? “Dude, it’s fine. It happens, I guess. Can’t always help it. Things could’ve been worse.
Maybe they were worse. His fingers almost itched for him to extract his phone from the depths of his pockets, just to see if he could get in contact with his friend.




    ──────(MRYS SILVIUS)─────
    REBEL COLLECTOR // telempathy, clairaudience
    tags // riku [mentioned: gen, hani] loc. mess hall

Spoken like a true officer, diplomat dude,” he said warmly. “That’s the spirit!
Emrys’ eyebrows furrowed, taking in the exhaustion in his officer’s face. It’d been a long day, for everyone. With all that had happened, breakfast felt like it had been months ago. And yet it'd only been a couple of hours since he and Gen had sat at their usual spot lazily conversing. Had they even picked up after themselves? He didn't look, just in case the answer disappointed. “You want some coffee? I can get you some from the instant machine? Or-

His gaze drifted across the hall to where food had been set out. Seemed like dinner was on schedule despite everything, thank the gatherers. “Or maybe some food? Yum!




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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby *Lovel* » Fri Jan 31, 2020 8:01 am

Karissa Blackwell| Tags:Kipp| Location: mess hall
Karissa thought for a moment about meeting some more of the rebels. She shrugged" Sure, why not." she said softly giving Kipp a small smile. She couldn't deny she was a bit nervous to meet more people but it'd be exciting to know what kind of abilities some of these people have. Maybe they can finally tell her what she's going to be doing around here.
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby Expired_Karma » Sat Feb 01, 2020 3:49 pm

Akiko Ayama
Tags:Milo. Location:Generals Study

Akiko looked at Milo and she was blank.Complete composure and respect”I merely picked a bad day to come.There was a lock down and of course everyone would be stressed.What I’m wondering is how I merely use a hand gesture to the HQ building and this Mavis girl has to act like I just disrespected her entire being.She wasn’t even listening to the conversation I just gestured to the building and she’s all up in my face.You came in at the end,you didn’t bother to hear the story.You’re quick you judge people.You haven’t let me prove anything.I am a blacksmith,I’m a capable person.I was always top in the school I went to.It was blown up when I was 12 though”(Riku backstory reference but they never knew each other)(So I was thinking maybe Milo would have a certain interest in what Akiko just said since Milo was the one who found Riku.Maybe question her in private in a few minutes and ask everyone else to leave)Akiko looked like she wasn’t phased or even angry,She was just using her own logic.Akiko looked at Milo when they finished what they were saying.Akiko looked at Milo”Where and when do I get to find/meet Edie?”Akiko asked.She was shifting her weight and looked around for a minute then refocused her eyes on Milo
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