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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 11:02 pm
"Jesus," Dawson can't help but utter, despite knowing Edith could and had taken worse. They'd been lucky to catch her on the tail end of either a vigorous training session or a mission. As Abbi explained, he picked up the job of locating the ice pack, carefully picking through her backpack until he found it. There was a good chance it would get rebuked. He pretended the action would matter anyway.
He hesitantly added once she finished, "We wanna help, whatever the plan is," with a pleading look at the Moon as he held out the pack. (Abbi's foresight to have these things on hand makes him decide he needed to employ a similar attitude in the future.) There were two now, maybe more they weren't aware of; that had to mean some sort of action, right? Something they could do?
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 11:31 pm
The lead took the offered ice pack and set it to her face without comment. Expressionless she listened to their report and for a moment there was something ancient about the woman. Then she closed her eyes, opened them after a moment, and was simply very human and very tired. Squaring her shoulders she gestured to the door with her chin. "Let's walk and talk." Marching them out in the halls, Edith asked, "Detail this suggestion of treason."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 11:52 pm
Bless Dawson. Bless that big lug, may angel choirs sing his praises, and may he always get great hugs. In her head, Abbi promised him all sorts of things; Shopping days, free movies, cakes and pies and cookies except she couldn't cook so maybe the store bought kind. It didn't matter, she was just so glad he could get the ice pack out and provide some sort of concrete support.
There isn't much time to express her gratitude beyond a bit of kirakira'ing at him quickly before she follows Edith out into the halls.
"Oh uh yeah that um, ok what did Jack say uuuhhh--" Doing her best to recall exactly what he'd said, Abbi rapped her knuckles against her bangs until she popped into the air, her own exclamation mark. Quickly she rushed in front of the woman and walked backwards to gesture and talk.
"He said that the possible clone, the maybe a clone, tried to um like convince a fellow Hunter to 86 Dr. H!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 12:00 am
Dawson gave Abbi a half smile in return and pat her back, but it faded quickly as Edith moved them to the hall. While Moon Princess rushed ahead, he remained slightly behind the lead, arm slightly out just in case she wavered.
"We dunno why him 'pecifically," Dawson added in an attempt to be helpful. "Maybe 'cause he's head a'all our science n tech stuff?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 12:18 am
"Did the explain how they would attempt to..." Edith did not, quite, sigh outloud before continuing, " eighty-six the doctor?" Dawson's phone would light up suddenly with several rapid messages. Quote: Text from America: somethings happening Quote: Text from America: you should leave Quote: Text from America: please leave Quote: Text from America: pleasepleasepleasepleaseicanticanticant Elsewhere on the island, another hunter would get a message from her. lurks beneath Text from America: Your shift has been changed. Go to the lighthouse to begin your duty.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 12:43 am
A little laugh, shaky and unsure, left Abbi and she made a series of hand motions that were really just little flails of fingers through the air.
"Um, yeah no see, I didn't really get that info?" She huffed audibly and continued after the woman with a more pouting expression. "There was another involved-- I mean, like, I guess involved cause yanno, he's dating Chel and all, I-D-K if he's close to Chris, not like me and Shagg-- uh Dawson, but um... Chel told him that the clone tried to convince her that killing Dr. H was a good plan."
This was getting more complicated than she'd anticipated, where were they heading anyways?
"Uh, Chel is in Quarantine, B-T-W. Jack said it involved Merlin somehow but... But they didn't really tell me exact stuff so um... Chel was in Quarantine before, months ago... Hopefully you know about that." And hopefully Edith also didn't know about that time Abbi snuck in to visit Chel. That was not pertinent at all.
Abbi turned to look at Dawson and give him a look that implied any additional information from would be greatly appreciated.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 10:13 am
The moment he looks at his phone, Abbi's voice fades into the background. His pace starts to slow down, his heartbeat starts to rapidly rise. Nonononononono. Had them going to Edith start this? Had Jack? ********, ********, God damn it s**t. His mind races as the panic begins. "Somethin's happenin'," Dawson blurted out, already backing away. "Abbi, stay with her. I-I gotta..." He didn't know how to finish, so he didn't. He turned and ran and clutched at his phone like a life line, slowing only after he could see the pair anymore. lizbot Text to Caly: where r u? u mean get off island? DarkHeartedSorrow Text to Steve Rogers: bruhhhhh u still owe me wanA get a drink biggrin The casualness killed him, but pretending was the only way to cope. He didn't know if what he was doing was cowardice, completely stupid, or both, but he had to try. Dawson hesitated, however, and caught his breath against a wall before firing one more text off. Nio Love Text to Supreme: get somewhere safe my rooms unlocked if u need And then, sucking in a deep breath, Dawson exited the building.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 12:45 pm
Edith began to order him back, but none of them had the time for nonsense. She'd trust the boy to know what he was about. "There was another clone," the lead explained to Abbi, "we've been letting it run around under watch to find out what its big plans were." Phone out, she was already texting the other leads and assistants as she talked. "Probably a decoy. Where is Chel being kept? If she can kill a lead a holding cell won't be enough." medigel Text to Dawson: im going to kill simon leave please leave i dont want to hurt you dawson grace i was made for this its why i exist its my purpose pleasestopmepleaseidontwantpleasec
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 1:09 pm
"DAWSON KIMBERLY GRACE!" Grateful to have been privy to his full name upon his arrival to Deus, Abbi is more than prepared to yell it again, but only stops momentarily on her path to watch him run off. Again she huffs, then whirls around and skip-runs to catch back up with Edith.
Talk about going to hell in a handbasket...
"Another one?! Of who?" How many did that make now? There was the one Leslie told her about, Jack's, Chris's, and now a fourth? That was three too many, but she didn't say anything and instead nodded to show she was paying attention.
"Oh! She's in the Life Labs Quarantine! Like, yanno, in the way back? Gotta have the access permission to get in. Lab coat too." For a second she paused before she hastily added, ""Th-that's what Jack told me."
While they walked she pulled out her phone as well.
Text to Shaggy What the heckie is going on???!!!!! >: ((((((
A second text would be sent with no less than ten emojis in various states of yelling, with one of concern thrown in.
Abbi turned her attention back to the woman once that was done. "Are we going to Quarantine?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 1:39 pm
His chest was growing tight from how shallow and quick his breaths were getting, none of which had anything to do with his pace. Dawson's hands trembled and glistened with sweat as he fumbled his responses. Quote: Text to Moon Princess: im srryidk simon is neother twrget t ell her He grew lightheaded and leaned back against the outside wall of the building. "********, ********, ********, fu-huck..." Simon Simon Simon Simon Simon Simon was—assistant what assistant not Moon not Life Death? not Death Sun she supplies and it's tense and hackles raised and you idiot you Jackdamn idiot I told you—lizbot Text to Caly: u can fight it u cna i kno u can it doesnft bave to b wat h ppens wher r u let me jelp u can do this
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 4:24 pm
medigel Text to: Sir Grace What's happened. Are you safe?
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 6:34 pm
Edith nodded an affirmative. "A lab coat won't protect anybody if things come down to it. We need to get her off the island." She didn't text back, but that hair had always been distinct against the colors that made of the island. Caly, the clone the copy the weapon, picked her way across the empty training fields, toward the shooting range she knew the assistant preferred. Allan was too powerful, all the leads were by far, but he was the strongest. And the one most dependent on another, weaker hunter. He'd hear her voice whispering, the dark-haired woman, the edges of her words curling prettily with that French accent. "Come home to me, sweet boy. Your cousin, she betrays us, so come home. Bring me..." And here images passed before his eyes. The weapons cove. "Take as many as you can, do not let anyone stop you."
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 7:09 pm
He saw orange hair and without warning burst into a run to the training fields. And he realized, as he did, that Maebe wasn't going to get her answer. He ********>, he was pulling a Taym.
Elephant Ears needed to stay alive so he could hear about that one.
"Caly!" He ate the turf faster than he ever had on one of Chris' runs, propelled by need and fear and hope all at once.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 7:13 pm
"Right!" Abbi chirped as her phone buzzed and she fumbled it back out. "Are you transferring her to another base? She'll be safe there, yeah?" Her thumb swiped and the text blinked onto the screen. "Because I--"
And she stopped.
"Oh, you are kidding me." Abbi stood still in the middle of the hallway, staring with wide eyes down at the message for a long moment. All of Chel's misspelled Tweets and texts had given the girl a lot of practice of literally reading between the lines, and now she was glad for it.
"MA'AM WE KINDA HAVE A PROBLEM?" She shouted after Edith and cleared the space between them before she stopped again, huffing and flailing a little.
"I-D-K how, but Dawson ran off-- And he said that Simon is another target?" After she'd said it she gasped. "The other clone-- The one under observation-- Has he been with it-- Cheese and crackers--"
The ghost in her head hissed and Abbi took a deep breath, forcing herself back to attempting a more clinical approach.
"If Simon is another target, then other leads are targets too! That means we need to find the Not-A-Chris! Let me go find him! Jack is headed toward Dr. H, I can text him an-and go find the fake Chris and--" And do something, but this was turning really bad really fast.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 8:01 pm
Edith looked ready to argue, but Abbi wasn't some fresh trainee, she wasn't a child to be coddled despite appearances. "Get it done," the lead answered grimly. "I'll try to catch up with the doctor." Her speed picked up as their paths diverged until the lead was running. Looking up from her phone, the clone blinked away the tears that were spilling for Lawrence Weiman of all people. When it finally registered that is was Dawson, her expression crumpled in full. Pain burst across her head once again as the desire to stop, to disobey reared up.
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