Mokonae
Wolf
O-Mokona-O
November 9, 2015
"self speak"
"others speak"
November 9, 2015
"self speak"
"others speak"
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Fresh rays of light crept through the blinds and spilled onto the office walls, dimly illuminating the room. It was a new day yet the pains of the night before still lingered; her pain, Alkaline's pain, Academia's pain. Motionless, Alice was sprawled across the small two-seater which leaned perpendicular to the door. Her lids were gently shut, the muscles of her face relaxed. Despite her serene appearance, her mind was in disarray. She pulled her forearm to block her eyes, her brows furrowing to recall the memories of mere hours before. "Memories."
She dashed through the darkness and into the grasps of the research facility. The first steps into the building were easy but as she continued, her body gained weight. Her limbs began to numb, her eyes began to sleep. Wherever she looked to, a white hue followed, blurred like swift swipes of a paintbrush. As though wrapped in a kind of anesthetic smog, she felt suffocated and lost in the new environment. Although she stood without movement, she was spinning. Falling, then not falling, and falling again until she finally hit the floor. Gasping for air, as though drowned, she attempted to prop herself up. Stand. She needed to stand. Move. She needed to move. Escape. She needed to escape. But, the entrance was gone, wiped away like a mark on a board. Alice did not know how far she had gone before her body began to... malfunction. "This was a mistake." However, that revelation came too late. She had not anticipated the building's safety precautions and due to her recklessness, her utter stupidity, she would now pay the price—whatever that would be. Before her arm gave way, before her mind succumbed to the drug, her eyes captured the legs of an approaching person. Person. Was it a person? She couldn't tell.
She awoke to the dark mixture of smoke and stars. Her lungs felt refreshed breathing in the sharpness of the night air. Drifting into a soft slumber, a second passed before a jolt of realization caused her to spring upright. Outside, probably half a mile from the facility, she sat alone. But she was not alone, for someone stood behind her. The hair on her neck rose, adrenaline began to buzz through her veins, her ears rung with sensitivity. The presence neared her position, slowly, one step at a time. There was no time to hesitate, to think. It was fight or flight.
"Alice—"
"Breakfast!"
She inhaled. Sigval's voice seemed too loud despite its normality, but perhaps it was only amplified due to the knock, and due to the faint trace of sevoflurane still in her system. She let her thoughts slip away and slept for a minute longer. Once she got up, she knew that she would enter into chaos. It seemed inevitable as she recollected scenes of fire emitting from the Academy. Whatever happened at the ball the evening prior would not be good news.
Breakfast had ended in silence, and they now sat with holopads in hand, listening to their leader be a leader. This was the thing she hated about being a leader—giving speeches, having meetings. It seemed all too tedious, too much work. Though, she supposed the same thing could be said about many other occupations. Nevertheless, she respected Sigval's patience and durability as Alkaline's leader. Although she never quite expressed it, she was glad that he had been the one to come to power as the head of Alkaline. He had flaws, but they always seemed to be perfect flaws.
"Today, we’ll be discussing the outcome of yesterday’s mission. Unfortunately, some unexpected activity ensued that brought the night to a sudden end."
Alice's lip twitched. She wasn't taken aback by Alkaline's movements. In fact, she should have anticipated that they were going to conduct an undercover mission. Her lids shut as she reflected her last conversation with 34. Foolish. She let out a deep, silent sigh before reverting her attention to Sigal. This was no time to absorb tainted emotions or pout over her mistakes. She needed to focus on Alkaline. If civilian casualties had been dealt, there was no way in hell that the Academy would simply stand still. Even if they did, the ground would be trembling beneath them, ready to emit an earthquake towards those whom had infiltrated the Academy—toward them.
Sigval gave the reigns of discussion over to Cyrus, and as the first report poured in, Alice paid full attention, jotting down key notes as he spoke. It was essential that she knew all of the details of the situation, especially since she had been out of the loop for the past fifteen hours. In this way, she could make up for her slack by ensuring that they would have the necessary medical equipment if they had to abandon base. She desperately hoped that would not be the case, but she knew better. Although she didn't want to admit it, it was impending war. Civil war at that.
Alice was an optimist, at least she tried to be. But right now, that was an extremely difficult trait to upkeep.
—[color=chocolate][b]"[color=#cdc9c9][b]"
❚ company ∥ sigval, cyrus, eden XX ❚ location ∥ hq meeting room XX ❚ mood ∥ focused
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