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❛ tisha trailbrooke ❜
joy, happiness
❛ female. ❛ 20 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ crush --.
❛ sleepgood hotel.
❛ loner - recruit.
❛ cardiokinesis.
❛ tags - michael.
❛ mentions - michael.

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tish startled as the capable figure swatted the fruit to the floor. it hit with a familiar thud and rolled to her feet. she had expected as much, but still- his precision and reactions were instinctive... almost like...

settle. goodness, how many heart-rate spikes could she take in one day.

"michael, i-" she wanted to speak, wanted to ask about everything. surely he has powers too, surely he could answer the thousands of questions...

could he control them?
how was he free?
what exactly were his powers?
how dangerous was it out here?
where were they?
were there more of them out there?
could they be frien-

stop.

the only thing michael having powers meant was that he was a danger too. everything he had done to the man in the alley, he could do to her if he knew about her own unique abilities... could it be worth the risk?

she hardly knew anymore, what with living almost her entire life in a cell. now this room felt like a cell. still, the way he was backing away, like she was some monster. she only prayed she wasn't...

"michael, i think i need help..."

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❛ ansel hanes ❜
divine protection, noble follower
❛ cismale. ❛ 25 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ wife - (al)ice.
❛ city streets.
❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation.
❛ tags - milo. bee.
❛ mentions - milo. bee.

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"yeah, no no no.. youre not going anywhere 'til we can get you in a better state than this. you're more dense than i took you for if you think you'd even make past the stalls like this..." a strong palm cupped the general's shoulder as his other supported their head and neck. glazed eyes strained to focus as bee began blurting out defeated sobs. milo was right... they had to stop the bleeding, but ansel could do no more than offer a hands worth of pressure to the wound, and though he was no medic, he had seen enough rifle wounds to know a few fingers wouldn't make a difference. his head was spinning.

milo was so pale. so pale. it made him sick.

okay okay, calm down, ansel. you’re fine.

you have to be the adult here, to ease that raging storm inside your healer or milo won't ever live to see the inside of their base again. no family, no friends. no tomorrow. you were born for this- steady....

“hey, hey..." the words were directed at the shivering medic, "it’s okay bee- sorry i didn’t mean to yell. just try to breathe and gather your focus a little okay?" the soldier eased to where the generals head was cradled in his lap and his hands were free. absentminded fingers lightly twisted at bloodstained strands of their hair. "you’ve got this- i believe in you, and milo does too, but bee, darlin, you gotta listen to me.. milo is not going to make it back to the base if you can’t heal them. i don't care what might have happened in the past-" he knew too well the fear of repeating what previous lives had made them do, but now was not the time to doubt their power. "consider this your battle cry. i’ll be right here with you every step of the way. let this be the way you contribute to your family, to your mission. heal milo, bee. heal them.”

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❛ chester banks ❜
he who lives by streams of water
❛ cismale. ❛ 20/76 yrs old.
❛ hetero? ❛ crush/so.
❛ catacomb hallway -> elevator.
❛ rebel medic.
❛ biokinesis.
❛ tags - darb.
❛ mentions -
ansel. milo. nic. darb.

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a voice careened off the shallow walls of the catacomb hallways and banks forced himself to slow. anyone other than the massive medic and he would've kept going, but to be honest... he was tired and he needed someone else to be up to date. the chaos forming behind them would eventually work itself out, but whatever war was going on above....

fingerprints seeped into the concrete wall as the wheezing medic let it hold him up, “its not good up there darby…” eyes were hazy and painted with suppressed fear. "...and i'm the least of our worries." if no one was going to listen, someone had to do something. but hardly seconds had passed before his comrade was asking him about his plan... it was the first time in a while anyone had even considered him competent enough to lead a rescue mission of sorts. they had to understand how much he valued the family they had all built below the surface. this was no scavenger hunt for easter eggs. this was a fight for survival, and with the sturdy, trustworthy man beside him, they just might actually be able to hold their own against whatever forces were gathering above.

"nic said-" he squeezed his eyes and a hand instinctively reached for his chest. then the sharp wave of pain was just an ebb again and he could breathe, "sorry, nic said that there was a sniper up top and that ansel and milo had been caught in the fire. we're no good cooped up down here.. you saw how nic barely made it back alive.. what if- what if milo and ansel-"

he couldn't bring himself to finish as the thought of losing them forced an unbearable pressure into his throat. tumbling ocean eyes lifted to meet those of the other medic. darby had never been one to sit around. no more words were necessary. his point had been made.

banks started off down the hall again. the elevator was just ahead.

[sataraxias]

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♙ rank: rebel soldier mood: comforting. location: rebel base entrance mentioned: milo, banks, darby, ansel, edie, tags: mavis powers: time perception, plant manipulation
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“Hey now,” his low voice was gentle as he looked at her. He couldn’t do much to help her fear except try to reassure her. The whole situation was cruddy, but he managed to give her a small unwavering smile. “The waiting will always be the worst part, I know - but I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’re not alone either. You know Milo, never running off without a plan of attack. Ansel and Edie are up there with them, remember?”

He paused a minute as he leaned back against the wall next to the door.

“They’ve got medics with them on the surface too.” A small white lie, but it was spoken with reassuring conviction. Time had passed, but certainly not enough to let the two get up to the surface. Not yet. Jasper allowed none of his bitterness at Banks’ and Darby’s exit to leak through into his words, just gentle calm. She needed it. “You know Banks? He’ll keep them safe.”

He nodded as she sat down beside him. She was choosing to stay- he’d take what he could get. He was grateful for the company of a friend to distract from his own worries of the surface situation, and a capable warrior beside him to mind his six. He snorted softly. “Akiko certainly favours drama, doesn't she? She throw the first punch or you?”

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♙ rank: rebel soldier mood: contemplative location: war room mentioned: - tags: jess powers: memory overload
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When I’m free. His mind quietly corrected it to ‘if’. He’d seen so many – knew all too well the limitations and the consequences. Positive memories or negative – oh, he’d been taught the potential for pain caused by both. Rapid unexpected electrical signals to the brain could fry the mind. The happiest memories could trap a person in a sweet past their mind couldn’t leave – the worst would bring up trauma and run it round in circles.

But she was not to be underestimated either. To make such a judgement on anyone, especially MJ was simply unfair. In a world so unsympathetic to the favour of Inhumans, that MJ was here and fighting so desperately for her place was a testament to her strength and her willpower.

An old, old myth trickled in from the back of his mind, one that had stood firmly the passage of time it had surprised him to learn of it only when he’d researched it for a child’s research project. A man condemned to carry the sky on his shoulders as punishment for misdeeds. She was just a girl caged by the same weight of the world, held heavy by emotions and trauma.

No, he couldn’t underestimate her, but he could pass some sort of judgement on her and her abilities. She was persevering. She’d never been made for the weight of the world, but still she tried her best to carry it anyway. Atlas. The name settled in his mind, a quiet nickname to regard her with as he nodded calmly in response to her threat, his voice gentle with amusement. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

His eyes had never left her, though the sudden weight as her talons hugged his boot still somehow managed to surprise him. He hadn’t expected such closeness, though he remained still as she settled. A soft laugh rumbled out of his throat. “I’ve got a few friends. I’m hoping I can count you as one?”

[Not here]

Jessica Marie "MJ"
|20 yo|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|Golden Eagle|War room|Harvey|

The bird's wings relaxed and laid on the ground beside her. On her left wing, there were a few feathers missing. Not her primary, which wouldn't allow her to fly. It was common for her scar on her left wrist to be present in all her forms. Different for each form but it was a distinctive feature.

Her chest expanded, causing her body to lift a little. Then she let out a heavy breath and relaxed even farther. Her eyes darted to his throat as he let out a laugh, then moved up to look at his face again. "Friends are important here. As long as you don't use your abilities on me, I will be your friend."

The birds eyes close as she lifted her head to open her beak in a smile. Then she looked around in, sighing heavily. "We should leave soon. I'm starting to get restless." Her head turned back to him with a tilt of her head. "everything should be calm and they wouldn't expect it. Plus their rounds should start soon and it won't be pleasant for you since you are new here."

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Mavis nodded, remaining silent. She looked up at him as he spoke about Akiko liking drama. "She most certainly does. " Then she listened to his question. "She pushed me, and rather than pushing back I punched her in the face." She admitted with a small guilty smile. "It just escalated from there and my nose is now broken." She rolled her eyes and rooted through her bag.

[Vivika]

Wren Hunter
Role: Sniper | Powers: Electrical manipulation & telepathy | Location: Building rooftop | Tags:Edie Ven [Mentioned: David.]

Her pacing wove a small curve in-front of its epicenter, each step slow and measured, gradually drifting further from the woman. She didn’t pace the full-circle, instead opting for just half of one. Turning her back completely on her sniper rifle would be foolish, even if it wasn't designed for scenarios such as this. All it took was a lucky shot.

Not an answer about teleportation - she hadn't been expecting one, but a lengthy answer about windows. Years of listening to all sorts of fabricated stories, theories and claims had exposed her to the creative side of the mind. This was a prime example of just how creative one could get about a simple topic. Windows. If there were awards for things like this, Ven would win one. Perhaps a few. One for the most persuasive, tragic backstory, one for wasting her time in an engaging manner...

“That was quite the explanation, Ms. Ettore. I’m certain your students benefit from the hands-on training.” DId she mean it? Not at all, but this was a game they were playing. To be silent was to admit defeat. Breaking off from her curved route, she walked over to the edge of the building, pausing at a particular spot. “Although I’d ask why you wouldn’t just push them off a building. It’d waste less resources with almost the same effects, don’t you think?”

An attempt to distract her opponent, if only for a few seconds. But a few seconds was all she needed. Practiced eyes swept the area, locking on the most important details. The only identifiable presence was a trio of rebels, hovering over a fallen figure. The general? It hardly mattered - although logically it made sense.

Her gaze returned back to the woman. She’d seen what she needed to see. With one hand still in her pocket, she slid her finger across the screen, sending out a message to David in response to his earlier orders to retreat. ’Confirmed.’ A message typed out under the cover of checking her so-called bank account earlier. One she’d held back until she was certain that the pair (David and Pandora) had cleared the vicinity safely. She wouldn’t have left otherwise.

“Aside from that, I wouldn’t want to keep you from all your pressing duties. We all have things to do today. I believe your general is in need of some of your expertise.” She waved a hand in the general direction of the gathered rebels below, an invitation for Ven to look for herself.

Hugo Bridges
Role: Gatherer | Negation: Off | Location: Mess hall > Outside, Catacombs | Tags: Evelyn & Willow [Mentions: - ]

Link to his post.

[faelyn]

ℬ𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓃𝓃ℯ 𝒲ℯ𝒶𝓋ℯ𝓇
𝑅𝑜𝓁𝑒: Medicinal officer --- 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈: Unconscious Inducement & Sleep Alleviation --- 𝐿𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: Rebellion Entrance--- 𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈: Nic, Althalia, Hani, Levi [Mentions: Darby & Jasper]

The tears welling in the mentor’s gaze didn’t go unnoticed by the officer, as well as the approaching silhouettes in which were readily analyzed at the corner of her vision. Levi, Althalia, Hani. The three names were not strangers to her thoughts, and she pivoted slightly on her heel to face the group. She had let her gaze briefly flit to the entrance as if waiting for the missing rebels to show themselves, and pity overwhelmed her senses at Nic’s slurred requests. No heat compresses? Bree couldn't see why the mentor would reject the treatment, but, due to his frantic tone, she should best take his words to heart. “We won’t give you any heat compresses then, alright? Everything is going to be fine.”

Bewilderment clouded her thoughts as she had caught a glimpse of Darby bolt into the catacombs. Where was he going? Nevertheless she pushed the thought away, trusting that the medic knew what he was doing. Her attention fluttered to the trio, and her thoughts bloomed like spring blossoms, as the three offered their assistance. It was perfect timing. “Levi,” Her voice radiated a calm and collected demeanor as she addressed the medic. “I’ll need your help preparing medical supplies for the rest of the rebels, who might be wounded.” Pausing for a brief moment, she glanced at Althaia, who made contact with the mentor at once. “Althaia, would you mind skipping the heat compresses? I’ll need you to get Nic, a change of clothes and a blanket to reduce his shock.” Her gaze landed on the remaining rebel and she harboured a quiet breath. Hani. “How about getting Nic some tea for later?”

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⇉ rank: recruiting officer mood: window location: building rooftop mentioned: michael, milo, ansel tags: wren H power: teleportation
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“I think we can drop the formalities. We’re enemies, not business men in meetings.” Dry words tinged with a mild amount of irritation. It unsettled her to hear that name coming from an enemy’s lips. No matter how many times she adopted it as her own… the name still weighed heavy in her heart. “Though I am so glad that I can definitely add suck-up to your list of titles, you’re welcome to just call me Ven. Or Venus, if the intimacy of a nickname is too much for you. Make me seem more human, does it?”

She watched the woman’s path over to the edge. That pause… She waited a few seconds before she blinked further away from the edge, but closer to the sniper gun. She wasn’t about to make another move for the weapon yet… but it was better justification for movement then screaming a weakness to her enemy. At the very least, it’d definitely unsettle the woman. She hoped. “Oh, undoubtedly, if it’s resources you’re worried about – but it does compromise the message, and sometimes that’s the most important thing, wouldn't you agree?”

Shards of broken glass – always a symbol of fragility… of something so shattered it could never be whole again…

The mention of Milo startled her. “Oh yes, I almost forgot you shot them,” thoughtful words that weren’t meant to slip out but did, escaping her lips before she thought to catch them. She shifted on her feet. Here was a first. She’d never actually been caught out playing medic before. That was certainly irritating. What was she supposed to do now?

Why had she picked medic anyway – oh wait no, she did remember… it was because she was unsure of exactly how much the woman knew of the rebellion’s role hierarchy. That or it had been the first thing to come to her mind. “Sure sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me, H.”

A slow step to the side. “And after everything we’ve been through together? I thought we were friends. Forget the General, my heart needs medical assistance… Got a band-aid for this betrayal?”

Edie breathed a dramatic sigh.

“Thanks for your concern, but don’t worry. I’ve got the utmost confidence they’ll be fine. My people have it covered.” If hope could be called confidence. There would have to be a medic down there somewhere… she wasn’t about to look. Surely they hadn’t been so reckless to run out without backup? That wasn’t Milo. Hell it hadn’t even been her, spontaneous as she was prone to being. Her backup had just decided to leave her to fend for herself with no warning. Idiot. Her lips twisted.

Her next choice for help had decided to call in the General, and she still couldn’t understand why. Why had Ansel made the choice to turn such a small scuffle into something so much more? Did he doubt her ability to hold her own? He’d fought beside her for months and days, hours spent honing their abilities alongside each other on blue training mats. If he knew her every move and was still ready to underestimate her… it stung, admittedly, but it wasn’t her biggest issue at the moment.

She flitted her gaze deliberately over to the sniper gun, a deliberately unsubtle method of distraction. H still had her rifle and the skills to use it. If she left, what was to stop the woman from finishing what she’d started? No, she wasn’t about to go back down there. “Besides, class isn’t finished yet.”

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Jasper shook his head, struggling to contain a small smile. “I suppose that’s what she gets, right? She shouldn't be picking fights when she's still green.” He knew he shouldn’t encourage her violence; but if there was anything to be said about Mavis and passion, it wouldn’t be that she was lacking it. Sometimes that passion just expressed itself in the wrong ways. He could empathise with that.

His gaze drifted around the surroundings as he concentrated on listening for anything out of the ordinary. No footsteps, no apparent signs of danger. There was the usual noise emanating from the Mess Hall behind him, but even the commotion in there sounded like it had settled down somewhat. He returned his attention to the small figure sitting down beside him. “I’m guessing this was right after I left on patrol, right? Who broke it up?”

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“I can accept that, on one condition.” He trailed his gaze over the bird, nodding his head slightly. “I’ll promise to not hurt you so long as you don’t hurt me. An eye for an eye. That seem fair to you?”

It took two to reach an agreement officially – but he’d stick to that promise. Defend yourself when you need to, be kind when you don’t… morals he lived by, because as far as he was concerned those were all that prevented him from being what the government expected of inhumans... dangerous... He watched her thoughtfully.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stall MJ forever. The girl was much too determined and much too restless to wait. Her patience was almost at the end of its rope. She wouldn’t lose her focus on escape – how could she? A caged bird would always sing for the sky in much the same way a burnt child would fear the flame; instinctively and desperately.

And how long before that longing to be allowed out turned to frustration towards him for keeping her in? He walked a delicate tightrope here - one wrong step and his balance would falter. “Okay. So what’s your plan?”

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“Uh. Sounds good.” she mumbled, but she was too distracted to really acknowledge anything else the android had said. The gaping mouth of the tunnel the trio were steadily approaching had her stomach clenching painfully. Catacombs. She’d never actually been inside them, not to her knowledge… but she'd been told about them... about what was inside them. The stench and the monsters... Was the actual rebel base in the catacombs, or did they have to just pass through them to get to a different part of the upper-city? Oh, she hoped it was the latter…

The girl paused by the entrance to take a deep breath, looking towards the other two as she hesitated to walk inside.
“Will the monsters hurt us?” she asked nervously, rubbing uncomfortably at her arm. She looked back towards the tunnel, biting down on her lip. Her voice was deliberately quiet. Too loud and it might echo. That'd be dangerous.

Get yourself together, Sparrow chided herself silently. You’re not a child anymore. Pip was probably pulling your leg about the monsters... But still, just to be sure… she waited for KIPP or Brooke to take the first step.

[Nightsent]

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michael thomas hexe ━━━ mood: defensive, wary ━ location: sleepgood hotel ━ tagged: tisha

indent Everything about Michael was defensive, from his stance to the hands he held up just in case to the look on his face. He was so, so sure that the taskforce would come bursting through the door and he would have to fight his way out. But the minutes passed on, and they never came. Instead, it seemed that even the woman staring back at him was afraid. Why would a taskforce member be afraid of me? Shouldn't this be some sort of trap?
indent "Michael, I think I need help..." What did that even mean? He was sure that she knew he was an inhuman, but why would that make him more qualified to help her? Unless she's an inhuman too? Slowly but surely, Michael relaxed. He put his hands down and tried his best to calm himself. Still, it was hard. Every worst case scenario rushed through his head, but so did every good one. She could be taskforce, trying to trick me... But she could be an inhuman seeking shelter... The possibilities were endless.
indent "What do you mean, you need help? Are you..." The words got caught in his throat, and the soldier could only hope she would infer what he meant. Slowly, Michael reached a hand around to his back pocket and took a hold of his phone. "Are you... an... inhuman?" His words sounded pained, and he definitely had a hard time getting them out, but the officer had decided, in those few seconds when he was getting his phone, that he had no better options. If she was an inhuman, then that could be serious trouble for him, but it also could be good. He could have helped one more person find safety within the rebellion's ranks. I mean, she's not exactly living the high life here... And that purse! She clung to it like her life depended on it. Holding his phone out of Tish's sight, Michael turned it on and opened up his messages. Edie. She'll know what to do. Memory and reflexes helped him as he slowly typed out a text for the officer, an address, and sent it. Now the hard part. Opening up what he hoped - no - what he remembered should be his camera, Michael twisted his arm around to try and capture a part of the room. Something, anything that Officer Crowe could see and teleport to. A few taps of the screen and it was sent. Please hurry.

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levi rey macías ━━━ mood: focused ━ location: med center ━ tagged: breanne, romi

indent “I’ll need your help preparing medical supplies for the rest of the rebels, who might be wounded.” A quick nod and the medic was rushing back to the medbay. Moving quickly, he found a bag and started to fill it with as many necessities as he could. Gauze, compression wraps, bandaids, cloth tape, antiseptic wipes... Anything that could be useful in an emergency went in the bag. He almost didn't notice Romi sitting nearby, but once he finally did, Lev waved her over.
indent "Would you mind helping me gather some medication? Painkillers, antibiotics, things that we might need in an emergency?" His voice was calm, but it held a hint of urgency that most wouldn't notice at first. This was how it always was for him, something happened and at first he panicked and then it was almost like a switch flipped in his brain, keeping him calm in the moment, but also... robotic in a way. It was useful, but terrifying. Sometimes the teen feared that one day the switch wouldn't flip back. He did rather enjoy having emotions, even if they sometimes came with heartache.
indent Packing the last few items into his bag, dark brown eyes scanned the room for anything else that might be useful. A blanket! Just in case... Grabbing a thick wool blanket off a shelf, Levi set it next to his first aid kit and turned to see if Romi had grabbed anything, or even heard that he asked.

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daniel west jamison ━━━ mood: grossed out ━ location: main dorm ━ tagged: darby, althaia, joan

indent "Waffles..." He sounded lost and confused, as if someone had suddenly removed the word from his vocabulary. OH! Waffles... From... The mess hall... Shaking his head, Daniel remembered the blood smeared against the walls and grimaced.
indent "No. No, I don't think any of us should go in there right now. Something happened, and it would probably be best if we all stay out of the way." Even as he spoke, the thought of eating from the same room where so much blood had been spilled made the recruit sick to his stomach. "We really should just wait until they call us to lunch..."

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hannah may harbinger ━━━ mood: focused ━ location: entrance ━ tagged: closed

indent She could hear the commotion even through her music. Dropping down off the pull-up bar, Hannah pulled an earbud out of her ear and started making her way towards the source of the sound. So many things were happening. David, looking quite dead, was being dragged away by Sam, silver liquid marking their trail. Pandora was lying on the ground, Elora leaning over him. And Wren... Well, Wren was nowhere to be found. Moving swiftly, she kneeled down by Elora's side, setting the back of her hand lightly against Pandora's forehead. "I don't see any blood... Could just be exhaustion?"

[Not here]

Jessica Marie "MJ"
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|20 yo|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|Human|War room|Harvey|

Her head lifted off his knee as she was now thinking about the proposition. ”I cant promise because my abilities are still wild but i can assure you that i will try not to harm you. It’s hard to control them sometimes.” That was an understatement. They are hard to control because of all the serums she was introduced to. It wasnt normal. A constant, constant struggle. By now, she should have had some control over it and it was hard. It was depressing knowing that there was no control over what she did sometimes, such as the doctor she killed. With her head still tilted up, her eye shifted to look at him. “But i can promise ill get you out of here alive.” This was determined to do. Save everyone she could. It was obvious to her that her life was nothing and could be taken at any time they chose.

“Plan.” she repeated. Her head turned away and her wings flapped lightly, just a enough to lift off of his shoe. While lifting into the air, she shifted back into her human form and glared at the door. “Eliminate immediate threats that can alert the rest. Stay in the cover of the shadows. Make my way to the exit and secure that first. Get as people as i can out of here before i get killed.” She nodded her head as she reassured herself it was a good plan. ”Good, aye? Not bad for an off the top of the head plan. I got this.” Her eyes changed to a wolfs and a devilish smile settled on her lips.

The eyes shifted down at him as her glare was now on him. “Only problem is you are in my way.” Using her founded strength in the wolf, she went to the side of him and pushed him out of the way enough to open the door. She quickly slithered out of the way and stood just on the other side of the. Her body was froze in panic.

This wasn’t the laboratory she remembered. All this memorizing of exits and workers schedule was now a waste. Her head turned side to side. “This-uh-this isn’t what I remember.” With panic and fear setting in, her heart was pounding in her chest and tears were starting to prick in her eyes. The room was closing in her room. The world was getting smaller. Her confidence was no longer there. Her breathing was starting to get faster and heavier. Her body was getting tense from standing rigid.

”where am i?” her voice was small as her hand searched behind her for the door but couldn’t feel for it.

[Vivika]

Wren Hunter
Role: Sniper | Powers: Electrical manipulation & telepathy | Location: Building rooftop | Tags:Edie Ven [Mentioned: Nic, Ansel, Milo & Bee.]

The use of the last name “Ettore” seemed to bother the woman. Her response said as much. There had to be some significance to it, then. Name of a friend? A sibling? She filed the thought away for now. Figuring out how the pieces slotted together would have to come later. In a blink of an eye, her opponent was dangerously close to the rifle. All this time, the woman had plenty of opportunity to teleport over, especially during their little one-step-forward dance, but why only now? Surely it couldn’t just be because of something she’d said.

“A rebel speaking of betrayal. Ironic isn’t it?” Still with that smooth tone almost as if she was oblivious to the threat in-front of her. While the other woman stepped forward, she remained where she was at a stand-still. She’d handed the keys of freedom to the woman, even giving her a nudge in that direction, but she was still here. Either Ven had looked down and hadn’t clued-in or she hadn’t bothered to look. There was -of course- the possibility that she was holding out and waiting for backup.

Wren wasn’t about to wait around to find out. Accessing her options, there weren’t many cards she could play. Bluntly state the retreat? Easily dismissed as a lie. Force her to look down and clue-in? The opportunity had been given, but not taken.

“Confidence? I take it, you haven’t looked down. I’d say that the rest of the enforcers are doing a grand job of keeping any medical support teams from reaching your leader, seeing as though they are still where you left them earlier. The other two down there - are they medics as well? Reckless like you claimed to be?”

Crank up the pressure, weaving truth with lie. “The guy with the ice abilities? He seems to be doing a great job, slicking the pavement with ice. Almost looks like a certified, medical procedure.” Iceman wasn’t there, of course. Just Big and another rebel, but Ven wasn’t the only one who could spin a story. The little details made the difference. The sprawl of ice, glimpsed through the scope of her rifle, that had promptly followed after the man had been wounded was fresh in her mind. A lack of control? It seemed she was betting on it. “But if you’re confident, we’ll leave it there. I wouldn’t want to cause cardiac arrest here.”

Ven’s glance towards the rifle sent a spike from the force flowing through her veins. The chamber was loaded - she’d lost her chance to fire following the unwelcome interruption from the woman earlier. What now? Would the rebel throw it over the edge? It’d be some explanation she’d have to give of how she managed to lose not just one, but two guns in this fight. A better alternative than getting shot at? Perhaps.

Class wasn’t over, so they were still playing. The longer this dragged out, the longer it was going to take her to return to base. Were the others already back at base? In the meantime, her earlier confirmation message should be enough to hold-off a potential search for her. “In that case, referring to you by your last name seems suiting, then. Perks of being a teacher.”

Hugo Bridges
Role: Gatherer | Negation: Off | Location: Mess hall > Outside, Catacombs | Tags: Evelyn & Willow [Mentions: - ]

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