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[sataraxias]

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REBEL SOLDIER // plant manipulation, time perception manipulation
tags // banks [mentioned: hugo, bree] loc. medbay

The soldier leaned back against the metal back of the chair and brushed a hand over his forehead and up, fingers tugging through his curls as he let a breath gust out. He could feel the weight of his inactive phone keenly as it rested in his pants pocket. Breathe in, breathe out, try to relax a little after the long day.

If only the medic in his company didn’t have a vendetta against resting. If only he didn’t have to shift and lurch up, words falling out of his lips in a hurry like his voice was running out of time. “I didn’t hear,” he admitted, because his attention had been so focused on other things, like his phone and the medic in front of him, and also because the medic room was crowded and he hadn’t realised how much the conversations around them were blurring into each other.

“Michael was one of the ones unaccounted for, and she did leave so it’s probably not too far-fetched,” he mused out loud, continuing the thread that was already unravelling through his friend’s mind anyway. He knew that look, could guess at what thoughts were going through that mind. His voice was good-humoured, but strained too, a last ditch attempt. “Don’t suppose you’d just stay put while I go and check, will you?”

He already knew the answer to that. He just resigned himself to it. “Up you get. Let’s go see.”

A soft hum from his pocket distracted the soldier's attention from Banks in front of him. His hand had dropped in an instant, burrowing in his pocket to extract the phone quickly, a task made more difficult by the hurry with which he performed the quick action. His screen lit up, and his gaze absorbed the contents of the message. A warm sense of relief bubbled at the new, reassuring knowledge that his friend was safe, and his fingers tapped out a quick response to detail his location: I'm in the med-bay. Not injured, dw.

He paused, considered Banks and the fact that the medic had seemingly decided he was not going to stay in the cot before he typed another quick message: Probs not for long. I think its been decided I'm headed to the Mess Hall.

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REBEL RECRUIT // sound mimicry, avian manipulation
tags // Nic [mentioned: KIPP] loc. rebel dormitory

The girl's sleep had been far from restful for years. Her mousy brown hair mussed around her on the pillows as she shifted in her sleep, eyelids twitching, watching scenes only she could see; rows of cages and cawing of birds, repetitive hallways and glaring white lights, memories of a facility twisted by her hyper sleep brain.

Her sleep ended suddenly and abruptly, with the raised voices from somewhere outside and the thump of something closer. She jerked up in bed, narrowly avoiding bumping her head on the bunk above her, saved by her hand shooting up reflexively to shield the top of her hand. Sparrow blinked, disorientated, wide eyes finding the peeking face of someone...beneath the bed. "Uh," was all she managed to mumble out, taking note of the way a frost seemed to spread and crust his hair. An easy guess at his power, then.

"Um, what?" She tried again, leaning forward, her hands under her chin now as she considered him. Her heart beat in her chest, but she tried not to show her alarm. "Why are you in danger from your boss, and why did you choose to hide from it under KIPP's bed?"

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Rank - Task force Feeling - Can I cause a little trouble? as a treat? Tagged - Rhys, Zandria {mentions; n/a} Powers - spidey sense, owl head location - Rec Room
River walked up beside Dria as she navigated the halls. but he stayed far enough back that he was a healthy middle between her and Rhys.

He skipped along, complaining as he went about how David was always so serious, it was never any fun having to go there. But then again he wasn't meeting 'im. He could do whatever he wanted along the way there, as well as while they waiting for Rhys to get introduced.

"A fun fun day isn't it? My spontaneous, goofy arse could have so much to do but you're taking us on a walk in a hall." He was mostly talking just to get on Dria's nerves, as he wore a smile the entire time.

Every once in a while he would shoot either of them a wink and grin if they looked at him. If they found it weird that was their fault. He trotted up to Dria's side as she explained to Rhys what was going on. He saluted the bambino before giving a quick bow.

"Stop flirting with my bambino, he's gonna start catching feelings or something like that..." He whined the second the door closed, throwing his head back and putting his hands on his hips like he was actually distressed.

Then, his poison flower was pulling him aside. He chuckled. "Ahhhh, Dria my dear I knew you didn't want to just bother me, you seemed different today. A little annoyed perhaps?" He recalled her shove, maybe that was why his spidey sense didn't feel it coming? It was out of impulse? He cooed at her with a cocky lift of a brow, feigning a pout.

"What can I do for you my darling? Surely I can save you from the distress." He chuckled, clicking his tongue at the other enforcer before he crossed his arms. "But we both know that my servicessss come wit' a price." He rolled his r's as he usually liked to do, his pale eyes lighting up.

He hoped it would be fun, but if it was something boring the price would be double. But knowing Dria, she only came to him when she needed help causing trouble.

He grinned.

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Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - hi I suck at dates lookat meeee Tagged - Tacet {mentions; n/a} Powers - fire manip, weapon summ. location - a restaurant

Xylas grinned broadly, trying not to look like an idiot as Tacet spoke about him being too annoying. If he was being honest, he didn't want to test that, because he knew he could be incredibly overbearing if time allowed it. And this guy seemed to put up with him enough, he didn't want to ruin that.

With that, their food came, and Xylas inhaled deeply. Steak, just what the doctor ordered. He cut into the meaty morsal to test a bite, then glanced back up at Tacet. He had only looked down for a brief second, but Tacet's eyes never seemed to leave him. He chewed self-consciously.

He furrowed his brows at Tacet again, trying to get what he was implying. "Dude, you never have to apologize for talking, I get that..." Well, he understood it at least, he wasn't going to openly say he'd never really been alone in his life. That wasn't something you bragged about.

"Italy has always been interesting to me, I've heard a lot about this one city, Rome? I think it was called... He explained after swallowing, taking a few long moments to try and remember the name. He perked up at the mention of coffee though, eyes going wide. Yeahhhh caffiennneee.

He took another bite of steak, muttering a quiet, "you too." Should he have waited? He was starved and didn't think about that sort of etiquette. His face heated up and his head ducked down, almost jerking away from Tacet's touch but letting out an embarrassed chuckle instead.

He looked back curiously at Tacet as the loner ate, and he took another bite of his own meal, eyes drifting toward the window to his side. The streets looked strangely empty, why was that? He wondered if something happened while idly chewing.

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Rank - medic Feeling - hiding from my feelings Tagged - Genesis{mentions;} Powers - injury trans,. accelerated healing location- medbay

Darby pursed his lips, hair falling into his eyes in clumps. The distraction was gratefully received as he ducked his head to hide the awkward smile that began to show itself on his lips. His blinks were slow.

He glanced back up at Genesis, cocking an eyebrow since when were they the kind of people to have a heart to heart. He didn't hate it, but this was not an idea conversation.

He tried to hold in the nervous laughter that snuck past his lips at her question and offered an idle shake of his head. She wasn't his therapist, she didn't need to know what he was or wasn't thinking. "Nothing of importance..." But his voice trailed off again and he offered a small shrug instead.

He idly noticed her approach again, and he felt something in his shoulders loosen up. She was beginning to confuse him if he was going to be honest. His fingers found the sutures on the back of his head again, desperate to be distracted by something so he didn't have to pay full attention to her words.

A quick glance back at her, his expression growing slightly guarded once more.

A deep inhale, stretching out his chest. "Yeah, I dunno..." Did she really think he was just a teddy bear?

Was his facade something that others didn't see?

He didn't want to ask himself these questions, especially in the hustle and bustle of the med-bay. He'd rather reflect on his thoughts while alone. His hands found each other again and he picked at his palm while trying to figure out what the hell to say to that.

"Uhhh, Thanks." No, you idiot don't say that! He quickly backtracked, straightening his posture as his brows knit together in obvious conflict. "Thank you I mean, I don't hear that often... And honestly the feeling is mutual." What was he doing? he made sort of a ':T' face while he tried to control his words. He was being honest but was that really the best idea?

"you're quite interesting to talk to yourself..." He offered, eyes darting away as he scolded himself. "Most see you as something similar, myself included... But you're not so bad, If you offered to help the less broken people more often you might not just have Emrys." He told her, unsure if he spoke the right words, but still chuckled at her own backtracking. His face grew still again as he tried to hide his fear that what he said was wrong, even if it was the truth?

He was bad at people.

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Rank - Task force Feeling - I hate people Tagged - Raiden,{mentions; Felix, Chrystal} Powers - static shock, vocal mimicry location - rec room

Clove stared up at the man in front of her. Maybe, just maybe she could poke him and shock him. It was quite tempting, and she could probably give him a good enough jolt that he'd realize vocal mimicry wasn't the only thing she could do. But instead he had already turned and left before she could get a word in edgewise, leaving her in the corridor alone.

wow, rude.

Clove crossed her arms, glaring at the place Raiden had once stood. She made no attempt to follow him this time, it just occurred to her that she'd make his life a living hell once she got her bearings here. Maybe she could statically charge everything he touched? that would get annoying really fast.

A small smirk crept across her lips as she spun on a heel, heading into the main area of the head-quarters. She rounded a corner and heard a voice, though slightly familiar she thought nothing of it. Dorm rooms yes that's what they were talking about, possibly to another newbie that just joined, it wasn't a surprise that Clover wasn't the only one joining the party.

She ran her fingers through her hair, still a little lost as she wandered around in search of something to do. She could go back to the lockers and figure out her life there, but that had little purpose. She could take out her guns and clean them? That might be a good idea but she just did those last week.

She huffed, trying her hardest to figure out what she was doing. A very hard decision really. Maybe a patrol? She knew for a fact that chaos ensued here not too long ago, and she didn't really want to bother staying around to find out why. And she definitely didn't want to get into any more arguments with stuck up bowmen.

She tapped her foot in a simple rhythm, a soft hum leaving her as she scratched the back of her neck. Immediately static caused the hairs to rise slightly and she begrudgingly backed up against the wall to ground herself again.

She needed to learn how to braid.

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Rank - Mentor Feeling - frantic fetal position Tagged - Sparrow {mentions; Edie, Ansel} Powers - ice manip location- Hiding under KIPP's bed

Nic felt his muscles bunch up as his body reflexively curled into what could have been described as a lumpy ball. His spine curved and he resisted the small whimpers that wanted to crawl up his throat. He had poked his head back under the bedframe after his initial words.

Then, he heard whoever was sleeping, stir. The bend in the mattress told him they were sitting up as he hesitantly poked his head back out from his safe spot. He had to be honest, the fact that he was sitting on a patch of ice did little to comfort him, considering Milo and or Edie and or Ansel could come it.

They could slip on the ice? Then he'd also be in trouble for manslaughter.

Oh no.

He heard a feminine voice from above him and he offered a hasty smile."Okay hi... may or may not be your future mentor, because I messed up big time, may have caused more harm than good, made a lot of people angry and or disappointed... I suck as a human being... He grit his teeth, almost visibly shaking as he crawled out a little more on his hands and knees, fingertips leaving frost in their wake. "...and thus you might witness a homicide." The words left him in a flurry(haha) of panic.

He might as well tell the truth at this point, he would be kicked out eventually.

This girl's words stayed in his might after he answered the first half of her question, then he paused as if to reflect. "Listen Wideeyes, this is the bed farthest from the door, it's common sense really if I want to stay hidden." He winced at his own words before he gave her another sheepish smile and ducked down.

He stayed up near the top half of the bad, pressed against the walls, he kept his body as still as he could, teeth clenched together to keep from chattering with nerves.

Did Banks see him run out? He hoped not, and OH GOD he was still wearing Em's hoodie. Nic recoiled in shame, hands kept flat to the ground. He was not going to ruin this hoodie too, this one wasn't his, and he didn't need to make any more people angry.

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Rank - Task force Feeling - Lol am dumb and snort like a pig Tagged - Bennett, Jaxon{mentions; n/a} Powers - shadow walking, levitation location - not the gym anymore but idk

Darian glanced back over at Bennett as he spoke, nodding along and offering in a small chuckle where he could. He lifted an arm to wave before turning around with his new comrade, straight-backed like usual.

He let a small snort of laughter leave him before a hand whipped up to cover his nose. Great, I'll never live that down now. He glanced around at the other people within hearing distance and clenched his jaw. whoops. "Oh, definitely, that man could rip me to shreds with just his eyes, he doesn't have to speak." He exclaimed with a chuckle before Bennett asked him, what exactly did happen? He wasn't sure.

"Maybe a run-in with rebels? that's all I can think of, the captain seemed a bit worse for wear but he always recovers..." He hoped he made sense, he didn't want to sound like he didn't know what he was doing. He pursed his lips as Jaxon soon appeared at Bennett's side.

Darian blinked. "If I'm being honest, I have no idea... I'm just following this guy around." He poked Bennett in the shoulder with a chuckle, raising his brows in an attempt to joke.

He didn't know Jaxon well, other than the dude couldn't get shot, which Darian wished to have. But he seemed okay, Darian smiled in greeting once more.

Was the duo about to become a trio? Darian chuckled at his own thoughts, sounding like a child bouncing around his skull like the windows screensaver. whoop whoop! more friends! :D!

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❛ tisha trailbrooke ❜
joy, happiness
❛ female. ❛ 20 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ crush - michy <3.
❛ rebellion entrance.
❛ recruit. ❛ cardiokinesis.
❛ tags - bree. avie.
❛ mentions - michy. edie.
avie. bree.

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as the little group made their way down the hall, tish found her hands beginning to sweat as they gripped tightly into the metal of the sniper rifle. they were moving at a steady pace but even she could feel her calves burning a bit at the rebels determination to get inside. michael and edie led them, but the footsteps behind her lingered. the dark-haired girl was struggling.

tish intentionally slowed her steps to match the girl's tired plodding. "almost there..." the quiet words were offered with a fraction of a smile and she nodded up to the now-opening entrance and a blond woman approaching them, "...hang tight."

a comment about michael's hand drew her attention to the palm that still soaked the rag around it. that had been her doing. she felt a bit guilty but, at the same time, he'd given her a scare in the apartment and it was warranted. she watched as the woman was gentle with him and inspected the gash briefly before shifting toward her and the girl to her left.

the woman approaching had a warm smile and was instantly by the small girl's side. she had a gentle touch and brought food along too. that was good. the look in avie's eyes had been all too familiar. that fighting for consciousness something she'd hoped to leave behind.

"tish, is it? or is it avangeline? you need to come with me, alright? are you hungry?” the kind words of the medical officer pulled at her attention.

"i'm tish. this is avangeline." she offered a small nod to the woman and followed closely behind as they began making their way into the base. edie had gone on ahead, but sticking close with michael and avangeline seemed the more safe option. it was just all so new. she'd be holding onto the weapon in her hands for as long as she was allowed. why had she given up the glass so easily? it was okay. bree was going to look out for her, and as long as michael was close, she felt she'd have an ally in this unknown.

she moved to follow the others, shouldering up to the massive shoulder and keeping as close as she could without brushing against his arm. walking through the door with so many eyes on them set her heart beating and she prayed it would slow. this was just the beginning of something new. whether it was good or she'd have to make it out alive, she'd find out within the first 24 hours. and this was just hour one.

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❛ ansel hanes ❜
divine protection, noble follower
❛ cismale. ❛ 26 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ wife - (al)ice.
❛ milo's study -> mess hall.
❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation.
❛ tags - edie.
❛ mentions - milo. jessica.
alice <3. edie.

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there was a bit of tension, the whispers of pavement colliding with the back of his head, tingling of swollen lips from the little ring on his best friend's finger. the tension was building and his mind ached.

"just because i allow myself to be criticized by milo doesn’t mean you have the same liberty to do so. you don’t know me.”

she was right about one thing... that woman they all called advisor. he didn't know her. and that was something that was perhaps more unsettling than the war that waged just above their heads.

ansel tugged in a breath through his teeth as the woman pushed passed and all he could do was watch her go. he was starting to lose his edge. tired eyes blinked over at milo for a moment before simply shaking his head and moving off into the base to ensure jess had headed for the med bay. rough fingertips felt up for the stickiness now mixing with his short, dark hair. this was just not their day. he'd have so much to tell alice later...

alice. he'd gotten permission to search for her. suddenly a bit of pressure strained his throat, but he had a duty to milo and until everything was secure in the rebellion, he couldn't bring himself to leave. he just... needed a second to think. a second to collect himself. steel himself.

"and i swear, someone better tell me where ansel hanes is right now, because I'm gonna put that idiot in the ground.”

he stopped short, right in the middle of the mess hall. there was a scrappy, annoying, insistent voice he'd recognize in any place, at any time. someone who he'd never, not for one moment, stopped worrying about. his steel.

"right here, edie~"

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i promise to love you xxxxxxxx
like the tides do
❛ cismale. ❛ 20/74 yrs old.
❛ hetero? ❛ crush/so.
❛ medbay -> mess hall.
❛ rebel medic.
❛ biokinesis.
❛ tags - jasp. michy. bree.
new girls?
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ansel. new girls?

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it was as if everything was finally coming together and that alone settled the building pressure in banks' gut.

there had first been mention of michael, and now, clear as day, his favorite officer's voice rang out through the base. it was threaded with tension, loud, and angry, but the lack of pain and the presence of slight relief pushed through and the young medic couldn't help but crack a smile and shake his head, "jasper, that's edie!"

banks pushed himself up off the bed and bit back any pain that resurfaced, focusing on making it out to the mess hall. "c'mon, they could be hurt." it was under his breath and more to himself than anything, but he had this feeling that everything was going to be okay now.

a quick glance back over his shoulder at that tall soldier who'd kept an eye on him summoned a little smile across his features and he nodded his thanks. jasper was a really good guy and had put himself in less than desirable situations all day. he deserved a break. "hey, i'll be okay, alright? you need your rest too. go take that call~" his eyes jumped down to the phone in jasper's hand and he offered a little smile.

then, turning back to the mess hall, he could already see a massive soldier moving over to edie.

the little medic could barely contain the joy at seeing her alive, and having returned with michael, bree, and two new people?? with a little pep and limp in his step, he moved over to the little group, giving edie and the soldier a moment, "hey, everyone, bree, michael. is anyone hurt?"

[Nightsent]

6:00pm -ish?

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michael thomas hexe ━━━ location: mess hall ━ tagged: tisha, edie, avangeline, bree, levi, banks

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levi rey macías ━━━ location: kitchen > office ━ tagged: milo, jessica

indent "Tylenol it is, then," The medic gave his General a smile before pointing to their plate, "Eat up. I want those carrots gone by the time I get back. Doctor's orders!" Levi meant it as a sort of lighthearted joke, until he realized he wasn't really joking. The General looked seriously ill, and they needed to get some more calories in their system before they passed out.. or worse.

Quiet as a mouse, Lev slipped out of the office and speed-walked to the medical center, just about skidding to a stop near the door when he noticed four faces, two new and two old, near the base entrance.

"Officer Hexe! Officer Crowe!" He barked, pushing the door open, "General Milovanović needs you in their office." He didn't wait around for a reply, however, and accidentally slammed the door behind him as he stepped into the medbay. Quickly and quietly, the teen dug through the box of pain relievers for the Tylenol, carefully dumped two of the little pills into his gloved hand, and found a little ziplock bag to put them in. When he was finished, he looked over the room for anyone who might need his help before he returned to the General's office.

Banks was headed to the mess hall, Genesis was fixing up Darby, Jessica was standing in the corner... Jessica was standing in the corner? "Hey," Levi called out softly, "You need to lie down for a bit; give your brain a rest. Nobody's going to judge you for taking care of yourself."

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hannah may harbinger ━━━ location: her room > cafeteria ━ tagged: open

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cairo ezra arktoi ━━━ location: hallway ━ tagged: sergio, sienna, mavis, kipp

indent A lot of things happened in a short amount of time. Advisor Delgato went stomping into the medbay, Officers Hexe and Crowe returned, along with two people he didn't recognize, Edie began shouting about Ansel, and Sienna scolded him. Not that that last one wasn't unusual, though.

indent Still, Cairo gave Sergio a sheepish grin and an exaggerated shrug before leaving the kid to her mushrooms and going about his business. Who was I finding agai- Oh! Mavis, right. Let's see... Where would Mavis be?

indent He was about to turn around and head towards the main dormitory when he thought he spotted her make her way into the kitchen from the corner of his eye. He dismissed it as possibly being Levi again, however, until he'd opened the door to the hallway, only to have the young medic rush by once again. Jeesh, what is going on today??

indent He turned tail, beelined for the kitchen, and found her talking with KIPP about some wedding, "Hey, Mavis, you're needed in Milo's office. Might wanna wait a minute, 'cus Michael and Edie just got back, but I wouldn't wait too long-" He paused, "Heya KIPP, how you doin'? What's this I hear about a wedding?" :D

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She stared down at her hands, trying to recall anything that happened for the past few hours. It felt similar to her past when she was locked away at the experimental laboratories. There were memories missing again and she was uncertain if they would be recovered. Her thoughts filtered over to milo and if they were resting. She was told to go away when she didn’t want to, even though it was probably for the best. It still hurt that she didn’t have an explanation to give them at the moment. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she felt that she disappointed Milo. They trusted her to keep everything order control. When in reality, she caused the chaos.

She heard a soft voice trying to get her attention, causing her to look up and make eye contact with Levi. The tears were on the brim on her bottom lash line and in a small voice, she asked ”are they mad at me?” Her tilted down as she broke eye contact with Levi to look at her hands again with the palms facing up. A few tears fell before she dropped her hands and started to move towards Levi. She didn’t say anything or look up to him. She had closed the gap between them and gently laid her head on his chest. A hug was all she wanted at the moment but she was scared to ask for the fear of being rejected.

Jessica didn’t look like the stern, unapproachable advisor that she lead everyone to believe. Underneath her stoic attitude, there was actually a heart that held emotions. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do any of it. I don’t remember what I did again. I didn’t mean it.” Her voice kept wavering as she gave her apology to Levi.

[Vivika]

𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑
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Role: Sniper | Powers: Electrical manipulation & truth detection | Location: Hallway > Bedroom | Tags: Elora, Maxwell [Mentions: David/TARS]
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Last post here. <3

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Role: Gatherer | Negation: On > Off | Location: Kitchen > Mess hall| Tags: Jasper [Mentions: Willow, Kitchen group, Arriving party]
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Vegetables and fruit galore. He hummed quietly to himself as he sifted through the contents of the day’s catch, tugging open the fridge to empty the fruits and veggies in. It was routine enough-- the task of sorting everything where it needed to go and mentally filing away what supplies were dwindling. They could probably do with more meat, but that was harder to come by. And with the events that unravelled up top...

He shook his head. The absence of company was unnerving, save for the muffled chatter from the mess hall and the electronic buzz of the fridge, the lack of chatter left him with his own thoughts. None of them good; he could do with some blanks filled and questions answered. His gaze flitted to the doorway, where Willow had disappeared. She hadn’t returned, not yet.

The ease of his shoulders betrayed his relief, leaving him with a bitter taste on his tongue. He tugged in a breath. It wasn’t that he disliked his fellow gatherer, but they’d been at it since morning, all the way to the farmer’s market and all the way back. He couldn’t get his head around it. It was like sitting next to a ticking bomb that was doomed to detonate, despite his best efforts to defuse it. Fingers reached up to run a hand through his hair. Then again, she was a paradox of her own. Beneath that cool facade, and beyond that fiery temper, there had to be something more. Surely.

A buzz from the countertop brought his attention back around. He slipped the phone into his hand, and scrolled through. Brows pinched at the mention of the medbay. His friend wasn’t injured, but if he was there-- he didn’t let his thoughts travel that far. Another message popped up, mentioning something about heading to the mess hall. He sent out a quick response, “Meet you at the mess in a sec. Just finishing up something.”

Pocketing the phone, he turned to scoop up the last few items to shelve. A flash of silver threaded between the berries caught his eye, a chain of some sort. He carefully untangled the chain, giving it a glance over as he held it up to the light. It was a necklace-- pendant thing? Possibly Willow’s? He’d never actually seen her wear it; but it was still a good guess as any. It would mean tangling with her temper again… he’d manage. Sliding the necklace in his pocket, he made his way to the door, suppressing his abilities as he recalled the arriving party. Best not to disrupt any healing going on there. He offered a small nod towards the trio (Cairo, Mavis & KIPP) nearby, then exited the kitchen.

The growing group at the entrance was a sight. He tracked a few more additions to the group, inclusive of a medic and a tired soldier at the center of the room. They looked okay, or at least he hoped so. His gaze drifted, skimming past faces in search of a familiar... Bingo. His pace quickened as he made his way over to the soldier, voice warm and laced with a trace of relief, “Jasper, hey.” Dark eyes looked his friend over head-to-toe, before resting a steady hand on his shoulder. “It’s so good to see you, bud. I-- you okay?”

[Nightsent]

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michael thomas hexe ━━━ location: mess hall ━ tagged: tisha, edie, avangeline, bree, levi, banks

indent “I’m alright, Bree, really! Just a scratch!” The tree assured his friend as she tried to usher him into the medbay, “or two or three or five..”

So much was happening, but of course he should’ve been used to that. Lots of things were always happening. Life doesn’t slow down for the drowning man to catch his breath. Unless the drowning man is Jasper, of course. Sometimes Michael caught himself wishing he had that power, the ability to slow a moment into minutes, but then he realized that he would never be able to tolerate it. Time seemed to pass slowly enough already. He just needed to get better at swimming.

Edie was yelling. No surprise there; she was often yelling at or for something. Michael took it as an expression of endearment. Still, the back of his mind was screaming for Ansel to run. Run away, Ansel, run away and never return. She's coming for you! Edie could be a bit temperamental, and she could yell REALLY loud. Yelling is generally No Thanks.

"You guys go ahead, i'll catch up," Michael called after Bree, Tish, and Avie as he tried to scoot past people and towards the hallway door, "I should probably-"

"Officer Hexe! Officer Crowe! General Milovanović needs to see you in their office," Levi shouted, beelining for the medbay. Michael didn't have a chance to respond, so instead, he turned back towards the girls and threw up his hands as if to say "See what I gotta deal with?" and, like Levi, made a quick escape. The hallway was much quieter than the mess hall. For a moment, the officer glanced back at Edie, wondering if he should wait for her, but his hand acted on its own. Tap, tap tap!

"General? It's Mich- er- Officer Hexe."