- xxxxEDIE CROWE
⇉ rank: recruiting officer mood: talkative apparently location: building mentioned: ansel & milo tags: wren power: teleportation
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- The woman hadn’t pulled the trigger, she’d adjusted the gun. Still pointed at her. It wasn’t a victory for her intentions, not just yet, but it was enough of a start to satisfy her. The woman was listening. Maybe she wasn’t hearing the message, but she was clearly listening. That sniper gun adjusted to hide behind her, a clear signal about the woman’s armoury - a declaration to the rebel of I'm armed and you're not.
A grin lifted her lips. “Freedom isn’t the illusion. Not when you fear us and our influence.”
Another step forward. Now she had to be more careful with her words.
“Not when you have to patrol these same markets I stroll through to force a face from the crowd and declare them a danger to your control.” she lifted her head and laughed. “Taskforce 117 - a testament to the rebellion’s freedom, to my own personal freedom. Ironic isn’t it?”
Recognition might be a small victory, but small victories would always add up. Scared yet, sniper?
“Gonna have to be a bit of a letdown for you here, my dear, but hey, I’m free to do that. No use crying over spilt lemonade, right?” Edie wondered if the stain on her back had dried yet. Her expression sobered, her voice turning deadly serious. These weren’t words she’d mutter jokingly, these were confident confirmation of her stance, shut-down of the woman’s attempts to undermine her. “My feet are mine to follow. You don’t get to decide. Your government doesn’t dictate where I walk, marketplace or otherwise.”
Was it worth it?
Someone she'd cared about her said those words to her years ago, weeks before she'd joined the rebellion. She hadn't had an answer then, but she knew her answer now. It was worth it. She was steadfast and resolute in that conviction. The choice wasn’t to step back and sit down. She wasn’t caged, and she was certainly not powerless… The woman had made the decision to treat Ansel as the bigger threat, earlier. A bullet towards him, one that had been intercepted, but still. It was a slight she wasn’t happy with. The choice was to stand and fight. She breathed in, let herself grin again. “As a matter of fact, I’m quite fancying a stroll around the lake right about now.”
Edie figured it was high time to be the dangerous inhuman this woman so desperately wanted her to be... show this smug, calm coward a force to be reckoned with. She blinked - and she attacked. A strong kick to the back of her leg to knock the woman off-tilt and then she was seizing hold of the woman's wrist and twisting in an attempt at disarming.
- xxxxSPARROW
☁ rank: rebel recruit (to be) mood:furious, vengeful location:market mentioned:- tags:brooke, kipp, aileen powers: mimicry, aviation manipulation
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Run straight here, turn left there – another right. Footsteps thudding in rhythm to her heart in her ears, her chest heaving for breath as she hurtled round corners, pushing herself to go faster even when it started to burn. Her head whipped side to side as she searched the street for the signs and directions she needed.
A quick glance over her shoulder to confirm the other woman was following her. She had help. It was a reassuring thought. She had to slow as she turned on to the street she finally recognized, clutching at her stomach on the corner as she tried to catch her breath.
She was here now.
But were the others, the friend she desperately sought and the woman she'd forever hate? Please let them still be here, they just had to be...
There was the woman’s voice ringing out in a shout.
They were still here.
'I’m not your girlfriend…' that part somehow didn’t surprise her. She’d met the eccentric android the woman held hostage, after all. The next part caught her off guard. 'I kidnapped you…' Had she actually said that out loud? Not one to beat around the bush, it seemed. She filed the memories of the words in her mind as she gulped in air, wiping a hand across her sweaty forehead as she crept closer to the alleyway’s entrance. The woman's back to her. The android on the wall.
She pulled her head back, biting down on her lip. How did she want to do this?
KIPP’s voice would be easy enough to capture – the tone she wanted not quite. She’d wanted maybe malice and cruelty, but that wasn’t the android. She instead opted for eerily cold cheerfulness, singsong words rising and falling in a perfect imitation of his voice. “You thought you had me…”
BWHAUAUAHEHEHE. His bright, cheerful laughter rising out of her loudly, filling the air as she pressed her back against the deep doorway of the building next to the alleyway, waving for the woman to hide too, if she could. “You thought you had me…”
Her gaze scanned the empty blue sky above her. No birds in sight.