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| rebel advisor | location: hallway | tags: avangeline | mentions: xx | form | teleportation |
Truth be told, Edie had missed this. The chatter, the chaos, all the familiar faces. How quickly the new place had filled up, going from just the skeleton crew of the officers and a few others to the booming hub of motion itβd become. This place wasnβt home. It wasnβt even close, not yet, but at least it was gradually getting there. The amount of boxes scattered around all the halls had certainly lessened by the time lunch was called by the gatherers.
The pieces that completed this buildingβs transformation into a haven were being slot into place, and all the ones that couldnβtβ¦ She tried not to dwell on them too much, though she couldnβt escape thinking of them completely. The mind was a fickle thing, a traitor that had a tendency to remind her of just how many of rebel faces hadnβt reappeared and of the familiar voices she hadnβt heard in months now. Voices she might not hear again. Sheβd never been particularly prone to optimism, and passing days without answers didn't provide high hopes.
As she walked down the hallway, she kept her ears peeled for a particular quiet sound. The wall didnβt disappoint, the tiny clank giving the tiny recruit in her little hideaway away. She stopped by the doorway of the broom cupboard and rapped with one hand. There was a bite to her words, but one possessing more of a teasing nature than any harsh sentiment. β
With all the time youβve been spending in there, if that place isnβt the most organised thing in this entire base, weβre going to have some words Avie, because youβve certainly not been helping elsewhere.β
With that, Edie reached and swung the door of the broom cupboard open to find the raven haired recruit she knew to be lurking within. She certainly wasnβt looking at the most organised room in the entire base. Avie hadnβt even cleared away the cobwebs. There was a spider lurking right above her in the corner. Edie rolled her eyes. β
Come have lunch, flea.β
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| rebel mentor | location: dorm | tags: isia | mentions: kai | form | invisibility [off], catoptric tp
Sienna did not have many personal items to be unpacked. Her first priority after the discovery of ticking impending doom on June 22nd had not been to run to get her worldly possessions from her locker, and thereβd certainly been nothing salvageable after the blast. The few things she did have probably werenβt worth the amount of time sheβd claimed away from doing other things, but it was nice to take some time in the calm of the dorms.
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Itβs unbelievable, really,β she complained, but her wide smile suggested no true ill feelings as she sat on the bottom bunk of one of the beds, looking across the room towards Isia. She folded a shirt neatly and set it on the pile beside her. β
New base, and Kai still wonβt let me have top bunk. He thinks Iβll roll off, or something.β
The mentor scoffed lightly as she stood up, taking the pile sheβd prepared and stepping the short distance towards the locker separating the bunk sheβd claimed from the next. She twisted in her four digit code and popped the door, placing the pile of clothes in the near-empty unit. β
My one condition of joining the rebellion, you know? I said, βIf Iβm coming with you to fight, I want the top bunk.β Thatβs what I said, word for word. Word for word!β
It had been, actually. A running gag between the two siblings. She laughed as she returned to the bed. She plopped on to her back, crossing one leg over the other as her hand came up to trail at the metal bed frame holding the mattress above her. Cairoβs mattress above her, to be specific. She laughed. β
I know what youβre thinking. Most honourable reason to join this rebellion if youβve ever heard one, I know.β
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