~+~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."
Raleigh Lynnette Der Malian
Malwyn Carmineo
Leonora R.J. Sutaru
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.
Taith Aerrow Zavia Turunen
Doctor Mélodique Chanson
Ƣ Luminous Witch Ƣ
"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."
Ω ~ Altair ❖ "The Silent" ~ Ω