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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 7:35 pm
ArynChris A.C. raised an eyebrow. "'First part'? There was only one thought. I have no idea what you mean by redundant and in disagreement of, because that simply doesn't follow.
"So are you going to explain yourself, or are you going to continue prattling about the job desciption? Because you and the general both have a tendency to do that, and I'm getting tired of it." "The first part as in the first clause of your sentence. The only part I chose to comment on was 'the commander never knows exactly where his information comes from." The last components of the sentence were to be presented as evidence that proved the first part of the sentence, but they were so obviously unconnected that I decided not to even bother commenting on your preface at all. And my dear girl, 'it's the spymaster's word which counts' is a complete thought." Ora took a soft breath, "if you're getting tired of it, feel free to leave."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 7:50 pm
A.C. rolled her eyes and shifted her weight. She was still crouched by the edge, but now her was a little more comfortable. "Ora, really, 'it's the spymaster's word which counts' was the only thought present, and the supporting latter phrases were hardly disconnected. And what preface? 'Neither'? Seriously, now." A.C. shook her head.
"And you still haven't explained how the commander's lack of knowledge is a good excuse to replace his spies. He never meets them, if it's done right. He's supposed to stay in the dark, and distant enough to retain the loyalty of his troops--spies included. He must at all times be above reproach, or he'll lack a following."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 8:08 pm
ArynChris A.C. rolled her eyes and shifted her weight. She was still crouched by the edge, but now her was a little more comfortable. "Ora, really, 'it's the spymaster's word which counts' was the only thought present, and the supporting latter phrases were hardly disconnected. And what preface? 'Neither'? Seriously, now." A.C. shook her head.
"And you still haven't explained how the commander's lack of knowledge is a good excuse to replace his spies. He never meets them, if it's done right. He's supposed to stay in the dark, and distant enough to retain the loyalty of his troops--spies included. He must at all times be above reproach, or he'll lack a following." "It wasn't the only thought, but a moment before you claimed it to be. However, this conversation is dripping uslesness, so I will drop it." "But let me put this in simpler terms for you. The commander's lack of knowledge is not the focus, as much as the fact that the source of knowledge can never be truly known or trusted. In that matter, it is always safer to have many sources of knowledge that have bad and good interespersed between them, then one source of knowlede that can betray you at a drop of a hat. And I never said he'd have his spies killed, but it is a most definite fact that they die often." She rolled her eyes, "however, I feel like you are stalling, and this conversation has grown dull and nitpicky." She pulled out her sword and headed towards AC, swinging at her head.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 8:16 pm
A.C. rolled her eyes again and, quite literally, batted the sword away. With a bat.
She stood. "Fine, I'll go. But really, stalling? Sources of knowledge? How basic are you going to get? You're looking at things from only the commander's point of view, the book-learned point of view, despite your claim to spyhood yourself."
A.C. put one foot up on the tumbled brick beside her, ready to step up higher on the rubble. "Maybe," she said loftily, "you aren't such a threat after all."
And with that, she left.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 8:31 pm
ArynChris A.C. rolled her eyes again and, quite literally, batted the sword away. With a bat.
She stood. "Fine, I'll go. But really, stalling? Sources of knowledge? How basic are you going to get? You're looking at things from only the commander's point of view, the book-learned point of view, despite your claim to spyhood yourself."
A.C. put one foot up on the tumbled brick beside her, ready to step up higher on the rubble. "Maybe," she said loftily, "you aren't such a threat after all."
And with that, she left. "you misunderstood anything less basic. I tried to make it, less complicated as you'd requested." Ora tried to think back when she claimed to be a spy herself, but shrugged it off. Of course she was looking at things from the commander's point of view, it was another redundancy to point it out, and she hadn't denied it. Her pride tempted her to kill the girl immediatley, but she let it slide, pawns were always messy to deal with, and always so assured that the line of sight through their eyes was not clouded. As AC walked off the invisible moth flew after her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 8:33 pm
((Ohh, you moth gonna get killed. twisted Lemme just work out how I want to do this... cool ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 8:34 pm
ArynChris ((Ohh, you moth gonna get killed. twisted Lemme just work out how I want to do this... cool )) ((have to realize it's there first too..... buwahahahaha.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 12:18 pm
A.C. wasn't stupid enough to think she wasn't being followed. She knew exactly what she was offering Ora in exchange for more time. She just didn't think that any spy could follow her for very long. Not even another one of the witch's little "creatures."
First, however, she would lead her tail on a merry little chase.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 4:37 pm
(A good blast of anti-power field would take care of it for her.)
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 4:57 pm
((That is one of the things she was planning. She has to go through a series of steps though, to make sure she's not followed by human or super spies, or by live creatures who are guided by magic. She's not quite sure what your moth is, remember.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 5:16 pm
watching A.C walk off, shock wave stepps out from around the corner and waves to ora. all the while looking like a cast member from a silent movie.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 11:58 am
((I figured out the best way to do this. heart ))
A.C. sped all over the City, into all sorts of nooks and crannies and small openings in the rubble, not intending to chase anything but to lead the chase. A human or super who didn't follow her so close he'd be touching her would be lost quickly. If a super had her tagged somehow, it would disappear in one of the six null-points she passed through, mostly under broken arches and next to high-security areas. A flyer would never see her but twice near the start, when she took a couple running leaps between roofs. She went through sewers, pitch-black tunnels, a slave market, and one rather busy street. She ended it under her old apartment building.
Under a dirty rug her mother had given her and around an old box of clothes was a tunnel just narrow enough for A.C. to only barely squeeze through. It was a long tunnel, as crawl spaces go, and the only way through was for her to inch along breath by breath; on the intake she would pause, on the outtake she would scoot forward. At the end of the tunnel was a spiked pit and an open space. To get past the pit, A.C. had to squeeze out until she was really clinging to the wall and desparate not to fall, then propel herself across and hope she made it. It was a trick most humans wouldn't be able to pull, although a super might.
The open space was like a cavern, and all along the wall except at one point was the spiked pit, and there were numerous holes in the wall just like the one she had come through, although they led nowhere. Or, if they did lead somewhere, it didn't matter because they were at the wrong angle to get across to or from. The one unique point had a door.
She went through it into a very dark, very metal cylindrical room, stood in the center, and let the massive electromagnet spin around her. Any electronics or metal on her person or hovering around her would be sucked to the walls and held there by the magnet. This is why A.C.'s gun is plastic and she keeps no power-nuller on her. While it ran, she pressed and popped open a hidden panel on the floor and slipped through.
The next room was mostly empty, but when it registered a presence a strong power-null field was activated in that and all the following rooms. The next room after that was an airlock that verified her dna signature and irradicated all other life forms in the room down to viruses. This is also how A.C. keeps from getting sick or infected. This is where she counted on losing any animal tail Ora had set on her ((although, like ED said, it would have been taken care of when the null-field turned on)). In the last room she was x-rayed to see if it worked. The negative was clean.
A.C. sighed. "Well. That's that, then." That was my sacrifice. Let's hope it's the last one. From there, A.C. had a much bigger tunnel, one she could stand up in, which she took up into a closet in the AoH base.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:44 pm
(( rofl excessive, but nice))
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:06 pm
(("To be in excess is to be thorough, when the point is to be paranoid." wink And thank you. xd ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 12:12 pm
A dead rat lies in the gutter, next to a storm drain. There appears to be something tied to it's back.
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