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Mary Ad 0.092592592592593 9.3% [ 5 ]
Sylvia 0.11111111111111 11.1% [ 6 ]
Altair 0.12962962962963 13.0% [ 7 ]
Nerine 0.037037037037037 3.7% [ 2 ]
Siren 0.055555555555556 5.6% [ 3 ]
Vulpes 0.037037037037037 3.7% [ 2 ]
Weaver 0.074074074074074 7.4% [ 4 ]
Holy crap, MORE lesbians?! (Pollwhore~) 0.46296296296296 46.3% [ 25 ]
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Krasimira Lala Genadiev

U/C!
Luann Rowe 1/17


Mercie Janice Lorrings

Possibly U/C!
Regina Verona Mayes 13/18

As Dallas lowered to the ground, arresting herself in the familiar position of surrender, Regan slowly shook her head. She furiously loomed away from the bloodhound's retracted arms when the hold was released. Brushing her neck with her freed hand, she almost hoped it might remove the memory of Vanessa's spoiling presence. Her remarks filled up the air between them with a subtle sense of superiority from the winning party. A fact Regan carefully noted as she watched the blond collect her friend.

"Someone, please, hand me a damned fiddle. Think I gotta' tragedy to play fo' the Council's b***h. She's just doin' her job, doesn't make a bitta' difference a little girl'll get hurt in the process." Regan paneled over Dallas one last time, just barely restraining the instinct to attack Vanessa. The mention of Luann morphed her neutral gaze into smoldering glare. "Get the ******** out of here and let ya' master know we'll be seein' each otha' real soon."

Regan turned from Vanessa's retreating back to the path leading towards Temperance. Fingers trailing the edge of the silver chain braclet wrapped around her wrist. Dallas's agreement to surrendering should have been expected. The redhead cared enough not to put her in danger, though she was informed enough to realize the risk was imaginary. She turned on heel, climbing over the low plant life dividing the beach and onto the path leading back to Temperance.

"Nobody eva' seems to give me credit fo' anythang these days. Too bad, I've got some interestin' things certain people wanna' hear." She mused with a crawling smirk, weaving towards the campus.
Jules Allen

The silver haired instructor looked at the older woman curiously. Was it just her or did Relena’s voice really waiver? Jules squinted just a little, studying her partner’s countenance a bit longer. Strange, now she wasn’t sure what she was seeing. If Relena was hiding it from her, perhaps it was better she didn’t call her on it so Jules left it as that.

Ah, she had almost forgotten that. Freya and Leo. Her relationship with the two, well the former, stayed relatively the same. They were still amiable with each other. The rift between the blonde and Relena didn’t extend to Jules. She was thankful for that and yet at the same time it made her sigh. She wished for them to get along, like they used to. Leo on the other hand, they were on the acquaintances stage and making steady progress. There were times though when she missed being teased and joking around with her.

“Oh Rel…” Jules sighed, reaching out and tugging the older woman closer until she could hug her around the waist. “I’m sure things will work out.” There were a few things that Jules felt optimistically about and this was one of them.

“Yes.” Things have a way of working out but right now, that was the most important. They had to get Ray back. “So how do we go about it?”

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Nerine :: ( 22 / 24 )

9 + 6 = 15 ( - 5 = 10 DEF )

6 + 6 = 12 ( - 5 = 7 DEF )

8 + 6 = 14 ( - 5 = 9 DEF )

9 + 6 = 15 ( - 5 = 10 DEF )

Nerine bounced back and danced around the vicious attacks with a cocky conga in her step. Karelineo's only victory would be in the single scrape on Nerine's arm, and her highest burn would be the blond thumbing her nose mockingly. "Well, whatever you say Kuscherri! But if you'll excuse me, I have a date with YOUR MOM."

4 + 6 = 10 Good Success!

Slipping back to the roof ledge, the blond fired off a single-fingered salute before flipping off the roof. "YOLOOOOO!"


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Dallas D'Aubigne :: ( 21 / 24 )

"..." There was no desperate attempt for escape, no mouthing off, no gestures of disgust or upset. Just compliance as Dallas was brought to the car and gestured to get in. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, eyes cast to the ground and then her feet as she slipped into the back. She didn't reply to Vanessa's remarks about her friend, because Dallas simply knew that Regan was trying to be tough for her benefit.

However, with the gentle treatment and praise on kicking Luann's a**, Dallas lifted her head and stared at Vanessa through the rear-view mirror.

"... You don't need to thank me." Eyes lowered to the back of the seat in front of her. "Please don't thank me." She couldn't take it, being thanked for this. For something she was sure was going to hurt, something that would be scary, and something that would make her mom so worried.

Dallas didn't want to be thanked for being completely terrified.


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Three days have passed since Dallas D’Aubigne and Raleigh Der Malian were arrested on campus. Since then, heavy security has been put into place by the council to keep their eyes on the actions of students, faculty, and the staff alike. The pressure is mounting within the facility. Soldiers posted at the doors, holding guns are a constant reminder that they are not safe from each other, they are not safe from their government.

Rioting has broken out in the streets, aimed at Council buildings and offices. Parents, family, friends, and fans of the Sparks are calling out together their dissatisfaction for the safety of their heroes. Many concerned parents have tried to pull their daughters out of Temperance, but with the military lock-down they have been unable to do so. “Everyone is suspect,” The council says. “Anyone on this campus could be a member of the terrorist group, Orcinus.”

Four council members have been found dead in their homes. While the news described the scenes as simply ‘gruesome’, Orcinus members know (through anonymous messages) that the deceased had their heads lopped off with messages in blood, “The Goddess frowns” and, “You’ve gone too far.” Although the council has been trying to use this to fuel the outrage and point fingers at Orcinus, no concrete evidence linking them has been discovered. Their only clue about who is committing these murders is how they follow the exact same style as a deceased bloodhound.

We rejoin our cast in an abandoned, underground storehouse also known as: Headquarters 2.0. Orcinus has within their possession a set of blueprints to the council’s headquarters, access to their systems, and enough distractions to run the council completely ragged while they plan.

Plan to unseat the Chairwoman Athene.
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Krasimira Lala Genadiev

"Mama, no! Please, understand what I am explaining to you." The rain came down hard outside the dormitory. The constant boom of thunder upset the main desk’s calm scene. Krasimira clamped a thin shawl around her small shoulders as she huddled over the phone. She only had a moment to dress before reporting to the front of the dormitory. Soldiers escorted her down the stairs and stood vigilant at both exits as she answered her mother’s urgent call. “I do not want to be smuggled safely back into Blagoevgrad while the rest of my friends are threatened by the Council.”

She watched the grim-faced women positioned in a nearby corner as her mother’s rapid speech assaulted her ear. Their stringent, unchanging expressions made her tense. The country was made unsafe by the very people entrusted to protect them. Unfortunately, citizens and soldiers viewed the situation differently. Some blamed Rowan’s Council, others threw the blame on Orcinus, even a few considered it Temperance’s fault. Her mother blamed Temperance.

“As much as Bulgaria has grown on me, I cannot come home. Not yet.” Krasimira sighed, switching the phone to her opposite ear. “My place is here, within Temperance. These walls may not be the safest, but they are supportive at the very least. Besides that point, I doubt anyone is being allowed to leave the country.”

Another clap of thunder resounded throughout the air, rocking the foundation under the building. She flinched reflexively and sent a silent prayer of to thank the Goddesses that her mother could not see it. Her escorts continued to wait for her to finish conversing, though she could sense unease. Each dark circle and weathered sigh suggested their nights were as sleepless as her own. Krasimira sympathized greatly, she had been wide awake when they were sent to fetch her. Tugging her shawl tighter over the black gown flowing above her knees, the seer leaned back into the conversation.

“I know to be careful, Mama. It’s relieving to hear your concern, but please do not pressure me.” There was a distinct silence, then another rapid input of foreign language. “I love you too, Mama.” She paused, thinking to say more. “Papa too. Call me back soo~” The automated voice of an operator resumed in place of her mother’s familiar voice. The connection had timed out. Krasimira hitched the phone back on the hook and looked up to her escorts.
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Mercie Janice Lorrings

Aside from the rhythmic cacophony of thunder, a complete silence enveloped the room. Mercie lay on her side, head propped against her hand, as she watched Regan’s empty bed. Since the kidnappings occurred the brunette had dropped off her map. She deduced it was courtesy of their standing grudge, however her things were left mostly untouched and the door was always locked. Despite their differences, Mercie was slightly concerned for her roommate’s well being. It seemed uncharacteristic for Regan not to pop up somewhere. No simple notes, scratched memos, tiny letters. Something was not right.

The light rap at her doors assembled her attention. Mercie lifted the covers back and slid her legs over the bedside. “Who is it?” She cringed at the noticeable hoarseness of her voice. She admittedly couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten a decent meal or a proper shower. Her dread about Dallas and Ray-Lynn had consumed a lot of her ability to focus. She wondered if she could put her back up against anyone, the Council’s mark was seemingly everywhere. In minds and hearts, thoughts and angry prayers. Luckily, she was getting ample enough sleep to brave the day. Half-way across the room a familiar voice drifted through the door.

“Krasimira, Miss Lorrings. May I visit with you for a while?”

Mercie panicked for a slight second, uncertain whether to show her face in her current condition. She coughed to clear her throat, and raised her voice. “Gimme’ a second!” The clutter spilling off the dressers and all across the floor looked a lot worse than usual when she took it all in. Taking in a deep breath, she set to sliding things under the beds and tossing them into drawers and closets. A series of grunts and murmuring emanated from behind the door as she worked. She levered Regan’s unpacked suitcase into the closet and kicked aside a pair of boots.

“Miss Lorrings?” Krasimira’s quiet tone of worry snapped her out of her quick cleaning frenzy.

The door swung back smoothly, catching on the side of her foot. Mercie peered out cautiously and was none surprised by the soldiers accompanying the girl. The redhead rolled her eyes and pulled Krasimira inside by her wrist. She slammed the door purposefully behind them and leaned against it to listen for retreat. Satisfied by the expected tromp of boots, she turned back to the seer. She waved a hand towards Regan’s bed, offering her a seat, then rocked back into her own bed. Rather than launching into whatever business she had to state, Krasimira simply stared at her.

“Did you need something, Kras?” She sighed, brushing away her puffy bangs.

“No.” The slump of her shoulders told otherwise. “Our home has become a prison. I feel unsafe by myself, so I decided to come here. My escorts are the rare kind, they do not seem happy to be Council pawns. It is insulting that they would utilize our own armored forces against us. ”
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~+~Chairwoman Athene~+~

Chairwoman Pallas Athene broke the third glass she touched today.

One couldn't blame her. She would sit down, sipping at her water and go through her notes the umpteenth time, and then forget her own strength. Yas whined at the fall of glass near him but knew better to protest much more than that.

Mismatched eyes sighed as she went over everything the umpteenth time, wondering to the Goddess herself what the hell she could of possibly missed. She was going to call in all of her seated members soon... in a few hours. She wanted to keep a head check.

Before another one was found detached from the rest of the body.

Athene shuddered in annoyance at the thought before she slammed her eyes shut. Suddenly, her phone went off and she placed it on speaker.

"It's Athene."
"Chairwoman... forensics says they think they have something..."

Her eyes snapped open. A break? At last? The killer had been thorough, very thorough. They were a very skilled fighter obviously, as each of the Council members were capable of holding their own and they obviously put up a fight: their personal properties showed just as much. Even with the element of surprise that the killer had, there was still some struggle.

The last kill, however, something told Athene it didn't go quite as planned. Someone else was home. Matthew's three children. They were found dead along side him. Obviously the murderer didn't expect them to be there and not wanting witnesses quickly disposed of them as well. She was wondering if there was hesitance in this: the youngest wasn't even a teenager yet. No matter how cold blooded one was, most people would pause before killing a child.

"What do they have?"
"Blood that they believe didn't belong to the Councilman or his three children. We think the assailant actually got more than a bruise this time."
"Interesting... send me the details." Athene hummed, then looked at the photographs and frowned.

Funny. She never noticed that before.

"And call Azura Renge and her wife for me. I need to speak with them."


Relena Saint Mantis

"I...think I'm going insane..."

Relena wasn't sure whom she was even speaking to. Arainia was with her Aunt Sarja -- far safer an option as Relena herself was swamped, but even that was becoming a hot spot and nightly calls with her sister had her wanting to pull out her hair out of sheer worry.

Aiden was Aiden and as soon as things started to get rough, he started to hunker down in preparation for any sort of altercations that may come his and his family's way.

Raleigh Lynnette? Her darling little Sunray. She was swearing to the Gods with each passing hour -- seventy-two, she's sure, going on seventy-three. She couldn't sleep even if she wanted.

Jules was asleep last she checked. Sleep was a good thing. It made you think better, least, Relena thought so. Right now her thoughts were a jumbled mess, but clear enough for her to get the sense that she was more or less alone. Relena leaned her head on the cool glass of the mirror, not wanting to look at her haggered reflection: the scowl that didn't want to lift, the bags underneath her eyes for being up, three, no, five days in a row?

A gleam in her eyes some might claim was madness. She had a few in her family, not talked about much of course. Totally lost it when something bad happened, pushed too far and snapped is what her mother told her. It wasn't totally out of the cards, was it? That was the claim of the remaining seat members -- and she chuckles bitterly at herself at that thought -- when she seemed totally disconnected from the deaths of her fellows. That, and the thought of not having her child safe and sound were doing their fare share of unhinging her, slowly but surely.

"I think...I'm going insane." She repeated, as if saying it again would lend the thought to be proven or disproved. Five days of no sleep. The body needed sleep. The longest anyone has managed to go without sleep, she faintly recalls, is roughly 18 days, 21 hours, 40 minutes. The damage to the individual's body though was quite immense.

Five days. Three of which her child was in danger. Three of which four people had been killed. There was a pattern they were starting to suspect, or Relena was thinking because of her temporary insanity. There were twelve Council members. The first murder was twelve hours after the kidnappings. The second? Eleven after that. The third? Ten. The fourth? Nine. They were counting down, meaning... the next one was suppose to be eight hours after the last.

Relena frowned and looked at the clock. If this was a pattern, someone else should be dead by now, she mused. Joy. Add this to her list of things she had to endure these three days: three days of having a terrified lover thinking she could be next.

Relena turned on the tap full force on cold and splashed her face, before turning it so hot it could scald. She then washed her hands for what had to be the umpteenth time, feeling a faint twinge when she shrugged her shoulders. She winced but continued the action, however needless. Her hands were practically raw from how often she's done this recently.

"I got careless." She hummed, "far too comfortable." She looked at her haggered reflection and smiled oddly. "Complacency gets you killed." Relena leaned her head on the cool surface once more.

"None of the less... it's not my fault. I was told if there was a next time to mean it. This time I mean it. The timing sucks. So does not having my Sunray back."


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Karelineo Kuscherii 20/20

Lucky little bitches.

This was what Karelineo hated about being a bloodhound, at least in Council ranks. The Beserkers were always treated as more. More capable, more knowledgeable, more as a whole. The Bloodhounds? They were just dogs.

Which is why she was up at the crack of dawn and Marianne Aldegard should be joining her sooner or later.

And don't even get her ******** started on ******** Jules Allen! The b***h was screwing the Lady Mantis, and that obviously earned her a few perks.

Karelineo snorted as she stood guard at the front entrance. The traffic here was very minimal. Considering her track record, Athene was smarter then to place her somewhere like, say, the cafeteria. Usually the front entrance had more going on but recent developments meant that it got quiet.

That and people avoided Karelineo Kuscherii for good reason.

"******** stupid little bitches." She grumbled.


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"That's it, Mary Ad, everyone is clean." Luminious Witch stood there, a spectacle. Pentagram on her choker, her skin pale in contrast to the dark robes she was engulfed in. Long hair flowing down her shoulders, down her back. It was a deep brown, much like that of top soil, with some strands of black and red mixed in. Curly waves made it like a waterfall. Her eyes were a fierce emerald, and she blinked, dashing her hands out of sight, their tattoos with their simple blessing disappearing as well "Blessed be."

A singlet kept the hair out of her eyes, and she sighed as she moved to a seat.

"Go figure, we get some new blood and then suddenly need to use a back up base? Disappointing." She was as crass as ever, cold too. She strode away, eyes closed. "You all need to make better choices, over all."

Taking her seat, she frowned, ruby red painted lips contrasting with pale skin and dark, darkly lined eyes.

"Where the hell is the ******** old man by the way? He's been gone forever. Not hearing him forever is normal, his tendency to talk is often like the cycle of the moon: when its full he talks, but as soon as it starts waning his voice goes. My point though: regardless of how much he's chosen to open or not open his mouth, he's usually here physically."

♬♒Siren♒♬

Siren sat in her seat and sighed, the ethereal beauty flicking through the blueprints. She was committing every detail to memory when Luminous Witch spoke up, sighing.

"I know he's our token old man, but it looks like we're going to have to make the last push without him." She then delved back into her work.

"These are different buildings included, you can tell even though they're unlabeled." Siren spoke up, flipping to one set. "Head office, where the Council Chambers are. I realized that because the boardroom set up looks identical to the glimpses people occasionally get on television. Plus, Altair had a contact who got a full picture of it."

Siren flipped to the next set. "This one has to be the laboratories. The set up is very R and D that you would see for something involving medical trials. A place to quarantine individuals just in case, hazardous biowaste disposal, etc, etc.. do we know the exact location of this building? The plans make me think it might be physically underground, but there's no location."

That had to be the Council thinking ahead on that one.

"We're going to have to do this in teams, I think."


♓ Iwalani ♓

"Not to be a s**t disturber or anything," Iwalani voiced up, "but...err...uh... could it be possible Altair was our leak the whole time?" Okay, so her idea was flimsy as possible.

Someone as high ranking in the group as Altair? Could of easily undermined the group ages ago, long before they gained this momentum. He could of easily been awaiting, however.

"Or... uh..." she sensed some unease at her suggestion, "he could of just gotten really hurt in a riot or something? He seems like the type to run into trouble and not ask until he has to crawl?"

Way to start things on a good foot.

♃ Lee ♃

"So where do we start?" Lee ignored Iwalani and had a bit of a dislike for Luminous Witch. She seemed a little too arrogant for her taste. The woman shrugged, face and mask crumpling into a frown.

"It's starting to sound like Humpty Dumpty at this rate... only all of the Kings Horses and Men are being brought to the slaughter. Not that I object with the killer's intention of justice... but, the seated members have families, just like many of us."

Lee frowned.

"Our intention is to stop the Council from hurting more people and their families. Why would we do something that would hurt more families? Athene blaming this on us frustrates me." She shook her head. "She needs to stop causing s**t and start answering for it."

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Nerine

"We haven't heard a damn thing from him, but we have to carry on. We know for a FACT that he hasn't been squealing though; there would be some kind of alarmy thing, or something. I don't know, we just know it's not him."

Nerine roughly scratched her chin and planted both feet on the long table with dual, impolite thuds. Their new base was kind of cool compared to their old one, and it even had a bunch of tables that they put together so they could sit and plan this. There were chairs in the warehouse too, although they were just the flimsy, foldable kind. It was Nerine's sense of balance alone that allowed her to lean back so casually.

"Splitting up into teams... So one team focuses on locating the kids, and the other dives head-long into dethroning the head b***h? I dunno, it feels like it should be harder than that! The Council building has got to be flooded with bloodhounds, not to mention Rowan military at this point. Thanks to our mysterious assassin security is bulking up all over the place!"


BAMF

"The military forces are running really thin though." Bamf cleaned one of his pistols with the firm, gentle strokes of a lover's touch and it responded to his technique. The pistol was positively shining under the hanging lights that fell over the tables, but he continued to work in the desperate need to do something with his hands. "Between Temperance, the rioting, the council building, and the defecting soldiers joining our side, I don't think they are going to be much of a problem. The bloodhounds though, they are going to be an issue.

"I don't know about you guys, but as much as I ******** HATE the raunchy little BITCHES I don't want to be responsible for killing all of them."


Weaver

The sound of whirring and the faint noise of clicking came through the darkness until she, Weaver, slipped into the light for the first time in physical form. She was exactly as the hologram depicted her, with a faceplate depicting eight, glowing red eyes that blinked in synchronization. Today they were angled somewhat sadly, and with the way Weaver held herself, she appeared very exhausted. Her eight mechanical legs were sprouting mysteriously from behind her from the darkness. Bandages capped the tips of her human fingers where she had been biting them mercilessly for the past few days. Weaver looked frayed.

Within these hands was a disk-like object that she placed down in the center of the table. Several commands were typed into it that brought up a holographic, 3D representation of the council compound - including the underground labs Siren had mentioned.

"Using the blueprints, satellite images, security cameras, past broadcasts, and other sources, I was able to make this more complete map of the compound." She brought up more commands, which revealed many specks to populate the image. There were two, hollow circles that blinked red in the underground labs and another in the Chairwoman's main office. "I was unable to locate them exactly, but I believe the arrested sparks are located here based on radio transmissions and passing emails discussing them. As for Athene, I can only assume that the snake hides within its hole."

Weaver turned to look at Mary Ad, gesturing to the hologram. "For your consideration, leader."


Kamiko Hamasaki

Kamiko sat at the table, watching the assembly of dramatic figures with wide, disbelieving eyes. These were the faces of liberation, of rebellion for a brighter future? They hardly looked the part of their white-knight cause, and the things they say hardly seemed right either.


Brooke Demir

"Oh man, I forgot how cool those things were." Brooke, who was dressed in her black, skin-tight, spy gear, was very childishly sitting on the tables and kind of watching all of this with a pretty relaxed expression. She was also trying to touch the hologram and messing it up with each poke. "Yeah, this looks just right. Good job on that! And I would pay money to bed the kids are down there, too. That's kind of the preliminary area for the project and it just goes downhill from there." Dragging her finger through the picture, Brooke stopped at the end of a long hallway. "You never wanted to end up at the final door, although that's where most of us were heading.

"I can guarantee that nothing good is happening to those kids though. We've gotta get moving soon."


Dallas D'Aubigne

When they finally put her back, she felt like her veins had been scrubbed raw with steel wool; muscles had strained so hard against the restraints that the muscles lingered in soreness; her eyes ached; her joints hurt. Many parts of her body were sending signals of pain to the brain, but Dallas' face remained a blank mask on the floor, for the entire time the damage was being inflicted. There was a sort of vacancy in the young woman's eyes that suggested there was nobody home.

When the people left and she was left to herself just laying on the floor, Dallas blinked several times before releasing a long, steady breath.

... She really wished she had a pen and some paper.

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Raleigh Lynnette Der Malian

"D-Dallas?" Her voice was raw. Scratchy. She had been here first after all. They got started with her, found the odd wiring of her brain to be of interest...

Which meant a battery of even more tests.

Raleigh Lynnette was curled up on the floor of her cell, right beside Dallas'. The shared wall between them wasn't really a wall, just bars. There was no privacy here, the open concept making it easier for the regulars to take a glance and spot if something was amiss.

Dark blue hair stuck awkwardly to her cheek, her knees were to her chest, her face almost tucked against them. Her contorted body looked pained, but she refused to try to find a comfortable position. She was cold, she was scared, and she really didn't want an easy view of her current world.

"You're back." It was more statement then question. Ray mumbled something unintelligent before squinting in the dim light and moving her arms, the battlefield they had become quite apparent: bruised veins, needle tracks, and the cuts and bruises of where restraints were.

"How bad this time?" She murmured, looking at her watch which no longer worked. It got broken by a strap of a restraint, the metal digging and cutting her skin. She should probably take it off but couldn't bring herself to do so.

"My turn soon."


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Jules Allen

Sleep had become a bit of a luxury these past few days. Getting enough rest was nearly impossible. Everywhere one looked, they would see a reminder that they were in a lockdown. Thankfully classes had been suspended so there was no need to make the students even more uncomfortable. It was bad enough that guards were placed on virtually every door but just the thought of having them watching as class was conducted would be just… Jules herself would snap.

Now she had managed to find sleep, Jules suddenly felt like something, no, someone was missing. Without opening her eyes, despite already having a feeling that she won’t find what she was looking for there, she groped for the body on the other side of the bed. When her hands, as expected, met nothing but mattress and air, she finally opened her eyes. Adjusting to the dim light quickly, they searched the surroundings for the missing warmth.

“Relena?” The berserker called out, standing up. Hearing the sound of water told her that the older woman was in the bathroom. “Rel?” Again she called and then knocked.


Mary Adelgard

She still hurts. Not as bad as before but she still hurts. Unfortunately, she can’t complain about it. Complaining isn’t going to get her anywhere or anything. She’s not even allowed to complain about so she’s been doing the complaining all to herself. Getting herself out of bed was more of a chore these past few days and don’t even get her started on dressing. After wrestling herself into her clothes, Marianne got ready to face the day. And since she was awake, might as well get started on her day.

“Good morning sunshine.” She muttered to herself. The moment she had stepped out of her room, the sun had decided to greet her so she greeted back. Now, off to her guard post.

Marianne was not at all surprised to find Karelineo already there. And talking to herself it seems. “Talking to yourself Kuscherii?” She called out, announcing her arrival. “That’s a bit unbecoming.” The mage added and then took her spot.


:: Lorant :: Wendel :: Vizel ::

The brothers had taken it upon themselves to serve as Kamiko’s bodyguards. One of them is always with the young woman. They had promised to keep her safe after all and they didn’t mind being at Kamiko’s beck and call. It was actually fun running around like that, fulfilling the young woman’s requests.

Just like before, Wendel and Vizel were focused elsewhere while Lorant was the one listening to the conversation. The other two stood behind the chair Kamiko sat on, like real and true bodyguards.

If they were going to be split into two teams, Lorant wanted him and his brothers on the rescue team. They have unfinished business on that end. Besides, their small statures are best fitted for sneaking about and offering support. They weren’t front line fighters. Anything they punch might as well think they were tickling them. At the mention of bloodhounds, the trio looked at each other and shivered. They really did not want to meet anyone of that distinction. Just as they had thought before and still think so now, they are scary! Terrifying!

“Whatever plan of attack we decide on,” Lorant raised his hand. “Are we taking Ms. Hamasaki with us or are we to take her somewhere else?” He felt that this was a valid question. After all, they had taken the girl with them to protect her and when they sortie who’s gonna stay and protect her?
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Relena Saint Mantis

The sudden rap at the door jolted her out of her thoughts. Relena found herself literally jumping, a short yelp shot past her lips before she heard that familiar voice and felt her now speeding heart slow down, just a little. Relena was wound up far more tightly than she had initially realized, something she noted that she needed to figure out how to deal with, and preferably soon.

"Jules..." she opened the door and looked at her lover. She smiled though it didn't reach her eyes. "You startled me for a moment. Is everything okay?" She asked. "I didn't wake you, did I? I'm sorry if I did -- I didn't mean to. Couldn't sleep again and what not." She sighed, running a hand through her hair, before stepping aside.

"Do you... need the bathroom?" She asked finally realizing another possible reason for Jules' sudden wakefulness. Relena began to awkwardly shuffle outside of the small room that had become her refuge for -- goddess -- she didn't even know how long.

"You need to stop worrying this much." She cupped Jules' cheek and cursed the roughness of the skin of her hands. Well, at least they were warm right now. "I mean... yes... I get why you're worried, but at least one of us should get some sleep, no?" She gave another one of those not quite genuine smile.

"It'll work out, you'll see. I always get everything to work out, so it has to this time as well."

((Sleep deprivation in consideration...my brain is raising red flags for her current behaviour. I'm not sure if this is purely being sleep deprived or her comments earlier were because she knows something is going on with herself...))


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Kuscherii snorted. "******** yourself, Aldegard." She told the U-mage with a snarl. "Then, when you're done getting off, tell your b***h sister to stop kneeling down in front of the harlot." She crossed her arms and looked out across the courtyard, then Karelineo sighed.

"Can't wait for them to find out whose responsible for the murders. Be more interesting then babysitting a bunch of little bitches." Karelineo flexed her hand, and frowned to herself thoughtfully.

"Think we'd be the ones to kill 'em, or the Chairwoman would want to do the honours herself?"


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Ƣ Luminous Witch Ƣ

Luminous Witch rolled her eyes at Nerine.

"I hardly doubt it'd be that simple, so I have to agree." She would like things to be simple, but let's be honest, they rarely were. She propped her chin up on a fist and rolled her eyes at Nerine's casual display of... inelegance.

"Weaver... are the Council aware that we might have these blueprints?" She asked. Luminous Witch then tucked a strand of wavy hair behind her ear.

"And what are the possibilities of there being more than one facility, that we might not know the locations of?"

♬♒Siren♒♬

"That... is a possibility." Siren murmured. "To have several facilities built off of relatively similar plans is not farfetched. Department stores do it all the time. Of course..." Siren began flipping through images, "this being a more militant based operation, having the exact lay out would be stupid."

She began playing with the blueprints that she had on her own data pad.

"A few key elements like this?" she pointed to the room, "and this can easily be changed. But certain aspects need to remain close to one another. What I'm supposing, looking at the plans of the equipment, is a morgue, and the bio hazardous waste. Quarantine stations near the labs. Infirmaries and cells near by..."

She shook her head.

"If we're going to do this in groups, we need someone on the Facility side with a decent amount of medical knowledge... just in case." Siren frowned. "I'm willing to elect myself, if that's okay with everyone? I'm not much of a front line person though, so we're going to need people who can cover me."


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Jules Allen

This was not Relena like behavior. Jules logic immediately told her. To her it seemed like the older woman had become so skittish and kind of awkward. The gray eyed woman squints, studying her partner’s countenance. This behavior could result from a very few reasons. Right now, she was thinking lack of sleep and stress. Just when was the last time Relena had rested, not just dozed off but actually slept?

“I don’t need to use the bathroom.” She answered, placing her hand to cover the strangely warm one on her cheek. “I was looking for you.” Jules stepped up close until she could wrap an arm around Relena’s waist.

Jules could not help but worry. Things were starting to go downhill and they still haven’t gotten Ray back. But now, she was worried for another reason. “I’ve had enough sleep.” A few hours, 4 or 5, is usually enough sleep for Jules to function properly. She’s used to getting just a few after all and it was only these past few months that she began to enjoy more. The mere fact that there was a warm body beside her helped too. “It doesn’t have to be just one of us. We can both get some sleep.” She protested and started to gently tug Relena to walk with her and return to bed.

“Dearest, I know you’ll work it out but you do need to rest too.” The berserker coaxed. “I’ll keep watch, so you don’t have worry about anything.” She added. Although she doubted anyone would actually dare come in but just to be safe than sorry, she will keep watch.


Mary Adelgard

Sigh. Well, she should have expected that response. This was Karelineo after all. That and she was better off keeping her mouth shut about her sister and her chosen partner. Whatever she said, the bloodhound is going to twist anyway. The mage sighed again and leaned back against the wall.

“I’m sure they’d have a field day once they find out who’s been killing their members.” When that news had broken out, all that Marianne thought about it was ‘good riddance that’s less council members to worry about’. Inwardly she was actually applauding whoever was responsible. Their method was, although brutal, very fitting. The fact that they were willing to kill anyone who could potentially be a witness was rather admirable too in a twisted sense.

As for this babysitting duty as Kuscherii called it, she really did not mind. This was easier than going out and actively hunting for Orcinus. It wasn’t as hard on her as the other tasks had been. She was incredibly grateful that suspicion had not been completely thrown her way when two of the four wanted sparks got away. She still got punished though but that was to be expected. The chairwoman wanted results, results in their favor. Failure to achieve it meant receiving punishment. It’s always been like that…

“Perhaps we’ll be allowed to play.” Marianne grinned. If there was one thing she was good at, that would be keeping up a good bravado. Appearances had to be kept, this was her mantra. If she wasn’t good at this she was sure her role in the sparks’ escape had been revealed a long time ago. “Soften them up a bit before the big boss comes and deals with them herself.” Athene was not afraid to get her hands dirty after all. “If not, well, I’m hoping she’d let us watch. It would be very entertaining.”
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"If you're that jealous that Allen gets to sleep with the Mantis, why don't you just rape her like you did that Potential," Vanessa spoke up from the landing just above the door. She was on roof perimeter duty. She just happen to pass by as she heard Karel bitching.

"Then again, you haven't really much use in the 'being forceful' category lately, huh? Almost got your head taken off by a baseball bat twice and couldn't even kidnap a Potential who was naked and in bed. I think your current record is running even with Rowe's." She glanced at Marianne as she walked up, promptly heading back up to the roof proper.

Was she feeling the same as Karel? Most definitely, she'd captured both girl of the targets, but being the only success still didn't matter since there were still two out there they had let slip free. Her reward was still a red line around the base of her neck. Then again that could've also been from the murders too. Athene was never good at letting her know what she was getting punished for really.

But Mary? Vanessa was sure something was up with the U-Mage. Being fickle and unloyal must run in the family, since Jules was the same way when she had mentioned Raleigh. How did Mary have Kamiko cornered on the roof, but still not able to bring her in? As much as Kamiko's scores spoke, she doubted the midget bested Marianne in a fight. The pink- haired b***h still had one hell of a poker face.

So for now, the other two Bloodhounds were just useless bitches. The Berserkers, however, were untrustworthy. Which made them countless times for dangerous to be around.

"I'll check in again in 15."


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Her condo was bare. To be honest, the woman was either bent over a drawing table, on the phone with some contact or another, or stealing winks in the infirmary when her babysitter found out.

Which fortunately was now asleep at her ear.

And with the fiasco with the murders of Council members, all unnecessary areas of the facility were more or less on lockdown. And Sjofen was not going to ask her workers to work while having the military more or less breathing down all their necks. The firefight that almost broke out when the shipment of titanium plating came in was a nightmare.

"A tank! They thought were smuggling in tank parts!" She flopped on the immaculate ivory couch, resting her head. She had given her workers the time off, with the notice that they might start up at any given moment, so not to go too far.



Isis

"It's more than likely that tall, dark, and broody is the assassin." She'd seen what he could do with a blade when he got in a fight with that Bloodhound at the water plant. Decapitating a few Council members caught off guard wasn't too out of reach. Not to mention, he did say he was close with the Council. He would have more than ample ways to get close to them.

"I know my ways around security measures, so I can go with Siren on the inside if we are doing teams," she said after a moment.

Ravager

Ravager sighed, listening to all of it. He really didn't have much input as this was more than a little out of his territory.

But the random backbiting amongst the senior members was an enjoyable show.

Luna

No jacket today, Luna simply wore the silvery-white vest over her shirt and tie.

"If was cause a disturbance, another riot, we can weaken the defenses at the other places, but I'm sure the Headwoman would see that coming." She looked over the blueprints of Siren's shoulder, shrugging. "If we had time, I would say search out each building, but as soon as we hit one, if we're wrong, it would be all but impossible to go through any others as easily."

Mary Ad

"Thank you Weaver," Mary said, talking from the mouth a panda bear this time. She looked it over as everyone spoke, the three orbs still floating above her head like they always had been. Part of her was impressed at the input of the new members; that they so wanted to help they weren't waiting to be asked their opinion.

The other part was wondering if the senior members were being lax just for that reason.

"Good question, Lorant," she said suddenly, looking at the small child. "I for one think she should not be anywhere near the front line, lest something go wrong and we unwittingly turn her over to the Council. But I detest weakening ourselves to watch her." She then looked at the others in the room.

"Now it comes down to this: What is our top priority? Rescuing the girls and stopping NODA? Or removing the Council that runs NODA?"
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Relena Saint Mantis

"I'm sorry about that, Love." Relena whispered, she seemed to tense at Jules' touch at first before relaxing and actually leaning into Jules. She knew she was skittish, knew she was being tugged in so many ways all at once, that it felt like she could just literally fall apart if she didn't watch herself closely enough. She had to keep going though.

"Are you sure?" Relena asked. "It's okay if you want to sleep longer. I'm...not really tired." Well that was a lie. "My mind isn't tired, I mean. It won't let me sleep." She laughed humorlessly. Her body was ready to just collapse. Yet her mind was still in over drive, still running, running, from what she no longer knew.

"Who said I was worried?" Relena murmured. "Except for the usual. Look Jules," she gave another one of those odd smiles, "I'm fine, really. Just restless. It'll be fine, you'll see. I'll get our daughter back, get this situation under control and then I'll sleep like a log."

She guided Jules to the bed. Once she got the silver haired woman sitting, she straddled her lap with an ease that came with familiarity. Relena wasn't proud to admit it, but the physical aspect of their relationship had been used by her as a distraction lately. A temporary release of stress by seeking pleasure instead. Unfortunately, it only worked for so long: when the after glow faded, she always felt herself choking, suffocating on the millions of things that swam into her mind.

Relena leaned in, and captured Jules' lips, but reluctantly pulled away by the irritating buzz of her phone.

"For Grim's ******** sake..." she grumbled, pulling away, and holding up a finger for Jules. One minute was all she requested.

"Mantis speaking." Tired violet eyes slide closed as she rubbed at her temple. But suddenly, the muscles in her jaw tightened and her jaw clenched. "Can you say that one more time?" She asked, suddenly feeling light headed and taking in a sharp breath. "What was it exactly?"

Violet eyes snapped open, and Relena scowled. "So I see." Her voice betrayed nothing of the sudden alarm that was apparent in her body. "Is she asking for a meeting?" She asked the caller. "Not yet, but soon? Okay, I'll be there. See you then." With that she snapped her phone shut and glared into space.

"Or rather not..." A sigh slipped passed her and she took the phone in hand. Slipping off of Jules' lap, she smashed her phone for certain this time, stomping on the pieces to be sure, and then searching through them. She found two chips and soon separated them from the rest. She turned to face Jules and brushed her hand along her arm.

3 = success.

She soon sent a small flame at them and watched as they burned into ashes. Then she did the same to the rest of the phone.

"How does a road trip sound Julianne dear?" Relena looked around the room and narrowed her eyes. "Leave your phone here. I'll explain later."


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Karelineo Kuscherii

"Rape?" Karelineo snorted at the comment. Vanessa was speaking about Sonia.

"Is that what the pink haired little b***h is calling it?" Karel rolled her eyes and glared at her fellow hound. "Sonia was willing little ********. Carmineo was not, but rather heavily intoxicated at the time. That one was rape. I refuse to call the first what it bloody well isn't."

Karelineo huffed angrily. "I should show the b***h what "rape" is. The nerve, really. And the nerve of you Vladof!" The blow about not being forceful only made her grit her teeth.

"Maybe I will rape Mantis. I hear she's rather flexible. Should be fun. After I'm done though, Vladof, you bloody well will be next." And she didn't get her head taken off by a baseball bat twice. It was only once and a fluke. The second time the blond punk ran away like the p***y she was.

"Don't compare me to Rowe. She's always been useless trash. Just like you were. Think you're all high and mighty now just because you've gotten a good streak going Vladof? ******** b***h. It'll end, and when it does, I will stand over your ******** corpse and laugh. I'm older than you, b***h and for good ******** reason: I'm here to stay. Can't say that about you though, you stupid piece of s**t!"

With Vanessa's departure, Karelineo snarled back.

"Stay in your hole ********. We can manage without you!"


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Ƣ Luminous Witch Ƣ

"All hail the great an honourable leader." Luminous Witch snorted sarcastically as she stood up for a moment to tuck her legs underneath her body.

"Seriously, Mary Ad, is this even a real question?" Green eyes narrowed as she waved her hand in dismissal of an answer.

"It's simple, for Simone's sake. Even our murderer -- which would tickle me if it really is the old man by the way -- has the right idea! Cut off the head and the rest of the body dies!" She sighed.

"We should take the b***h Athene out first is what I say!"

♬♒Siren♒♬

"But at what expense to those children, Luminous?" Siren raised her voice against the other's arrogant display. "We've already left them there far too long. The procedure could of started. Waiting longer to act on that only puts them in more danger. I agree, two people for the sake of many, you have to pick and choose and two is better than many. But those are still two families that are going to have to deal with the repercussions of this!"

Siren shifted in her seat, looking somewhat flustered and rather livid.

"Any way we can ease their suffering should be considered. Athene's dethroning is important, yes, but if we forget the people who are affected by our goals, we're not much better than her."


♓ Iwalani ♓

"Aren't we just being doomsayers now?" Iwalani hummed, then, in a similar matter to Nerine, propped her feet up on the table with equally as heavy thuds.

"If they're already captured, it's been three days? Come on, being realistic now, something's already happened, right? What difference does a few hours make?"

♃ Lee ♃

"That's assuming it takes us only a few hours to deal with Athene. A very liberal thought filled with some arrogance if you ask me." Lee narrowed her eyes and gazed thoughtfully.

"And a few hours can make a tremendous difference. That's assuming it takes us hours. Athene got to her place with spilling blood. That's the only explanation I can think of that explains why she's been there so long. For all we know, she may be doing the murders to quiet dissent in her own ranks and taking advantage of the media frenzy and blaming us as "terrorists" because it benefits her."

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“How do I make you feel safe, Kras?” Mercie felt her exhaustion creeping back in a wave. She could not afford to be anyone’s crutch tonight.

“I did not come here for safety.” The statement prompted the arch of a brow. Krasimira ran her fingers along the edge of her nightgown and cupped her hands on her knees. In the mild darkness, there was a strange light in her eyes. They glowed an unearthly white instead of faint purple. She turned her focus to the gradual shift in the seer’s expression, then realized the girl was suddenly smiling.

“We should leave.” Krasimira suggested enthusiastically. Her tone did not bear any sign of jest or humor. Mercie, to be sure of herself, sat back up and inched off her mattress. Uncertain she understood the statement correctly.

“Come again?”

“I said,” Krasimira reiterated with an undiminished twinkle in her eye. “We should leave.”

“Wow. That plan is sheer fool-proof. Was it inspired by a few knocks to your head on the way down the shaft?” She rhetoric came out more hasty and venomous than it should have. Mercie did not soften her voice though, lest she give the wrong impression of her disposition. “We wouldn’t get twelve feet outside this room, let alone the campus. Why would you even think of trying? You can’t swing dead cat without hitting a soldier or a damn assault unit.”

Despite her tone and its harsh severity, the seer’s bright cheer did not dim. She was starting to believe Krasimira had every intention of following through with her insane scheme. “All right, no. No.’N’. ’O’. No. We are staying put, understand? We’re caught in a rough situation, I get that--”

“You misunderstand me, Miss Lorrings. I do not plan on being smoked out of my home.” She seemed even more excited now, though her expression was as calm as her smile. “Whether you realize it, this lockdown could be a long-standing or permanent implement. Our Council has just shown us the lengths they will proceed in order to keep us silent as they pillage the powers of sparks and pervert our good name. I, for one, do not intend to sit here and take it quietly. I wish to remind our ‘loving’ so proclaimed protectors what we are; young girls. I desire to reeducate them on the natural behavior of females our age. Females whom tend to be… rambunctious. Whom enjoy engaging in the occasional practical joke.”

“Gosh! This plot can only improve, can’t it?” Mercie now regretted opening the door for the seer. She was clearly troublesome and her incident with Ray-Lynn should have made it apparent. “We are being locked up, spied on, and secretly threatened. Yet you want to go out pranking armed soldiers? I gotta’ question whether your status as a seer is a valid one. Cause’ I’m not seein’ one single damned thing about your little idea that rings with ‘good vibes‘.”

“’Good vibes’?” Krasimira finally frowned, obviously confused by the phrase.

“Your plan stinks.” She clarified with a deadpanned expression.

“Exactly!” It was now her turn to be confused. Mercie leaned away from the strange girl sitting on the bed across from her.

“What do you mean by ’exactly‘? Wha--”

“Are you generally this curious? I am not asking you to come to the moon with me, Miss Lorrings. You will barely be exiting the dormitories. I assure you, this will be a night to remember. I would stake my life on it.”
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The calm echo of sharp heels accompanied Maeve down a winding hall towards Orcinus’s new meeting room. A quiet hum of the facilities maintenance systems joined her footsteps as she neared her destination. Discretion forced her to pause in front of a steel panel to check herself. She noticed the fresh scar flashing above her eyebrow while combing over her dark reflection. There was no help for it now, unfortunately. Since the news of Dallas D’Aubigne and Raleigh Der Malian’s capture, her work had been unending and torturous on her body. Faint red welts, slight cuts, and purpling bruises darkened her pale skin. In her own opinion, her current condition was not shocking if one considered the recent political hype.

When she finished analyzing herself, the sniper swung back down the hall. The rifle slung over her shoulder swished freely, and occasionally bounced against a hip. She slipped into the room mid-conversation. Without bothering to return any looks, she moved across the room and claimed an empty folding chair. Twirling it around on one metal leg, she pounced into the seat and perched in her usual unlady-like crouch. Rather than tearing into the conversation immediately, she counted off the faces and names she remembered. Lee, Iwalani, Ravenger, Luna, Siren, Sylvia, Mary Ad, Weaver, Lorant, Wendel, Vizel, Isis, Faustus, BAMF, Nerine, and Isreal. They had lost Altair and Jane Doe.

There were currently eighteen known members, twelve of which were recruits. However, the new addition to their circle caught her slightly off guard. Nineteen. There was a discrepancy between the recruits’ numbers. Only nine volunteers from Temperance. Where had the extra numbers come from? Who was this new operative? Maeve smoothed a hand over her aching wrist, jingling her bracelet.

‘My own damned fault for being late.’
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"I want to hel-"


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"If we strike Athene first, those kids are dead." Brooke spoke up over the discussion, her countenance completely serious for once. "She won't hesitate to have them killed off just to mess with us." Slipping into a crouching position, Brooke slowly stood up and paced the length of the table. "It's either we get them first and alive, or second and dead. Because the research and development head? She's as ******** up as the council b***h is, and I'd bet money that she is the one in charge of... Working on the girls." Deep in concentration, the tall, dark, and handsome woman placed her hands at her hips and turned on her heel at the end of the tables.

Violet eyes rose to meet the hologram, following the many dots as they moved on the map.

"The military, guardians, bloodhounds, R&D head, stupid freaking YAS and then Athene. Those are the things that are going to present the most danger to us no matter what path we take..."


BAMF

"And who are you to make those kinds of assumptions?" Bamf glared up at the tall woman currently sagging the plastic tables with all her stomping. "Damnit, get your a** off the tables!"


Nerine

"She's got a point," Nerine drawled. "But I don't want to have to deal with the guardians and the military - they're kind of the people we're trying to protect with this whole pol-it-ical movement. There's got to be a way to get them out of the way!"


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"I WANT TO HELP." Tired of trying to get a word in edge-wise, Kamiko sprung from her chair and smacked the table forcefully to get some attention. "Getting the military and guardians out of the way will be really easy!" Pointing firmly to Weaver, Kamiko continued quickly speaking in raised tones. "That spider-lady is a really good hacker, right? Well! We know that the military and guardians rely on a pretty simple radio system, right?!

"Just tell them! Hack into their communication systems and tell them that Orcinus is across town and they need "this unit" and "this unit" to come for backup! But just make sure the head of all the units are called for back-up! No one will get suspicious because they'll be in a hurry. That way we don't have to fight them or trap them or anything!" Huffing with frustration, Kamiko flopped back in her chair and, flustered, adjusted her glasses.


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Dallas D'Aubigne

Ray was there, curled up in the shadows of her vision. The process of turning her head and adjusting her eyes to actually see her was a slow effort that made her vision drag. Poor Ray, they were working on her pretty hard, and Ray wasn't doing herself any favors by being curled up so uncomfortably. The muscles needed time to relax or they would clamp up harder during the torture.

"...." Dallas blinked when she was spoken to. How bad was it? "I... Don't remember." She admitted honestly. Her mind was half way elsewhere at the moment.

"Take off your watch, Ray." Slowly turning her head back, Dallas again stared at the ceiling. Sleep sounded nice.

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