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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:26 pm
Training FieldsHe was getting visibly more jittery the longer they stood there. He could feel the real Chris waking up, closer than he'd thought. It was like a nagging clock in the back of his mind, telling him time was running out. He pitched his voice low, glancing at Jack warily then back at Chel. We need to get off the island. You need to. Just go and I'll find you."
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:54 pm
Training Fields
Jack hovered behind and didn't seem to even blink as they murmured to one another, only briefly breaking away to check their surroundings again before turning his sharp gaze back to the pair. He could hear enough from where he was.
"While you do what?" he pitched in.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:58 pm
Training Fields
"Not leavin' without you dipshit," she said stubbornly. It wasn't true- she was itching to ask where the real Chris was, because he was the one she'd never leave behind. This clone meant next to nothing to her. However, she had to play the part of the convincing cousin.
She gave Jack a look. "What do you still need to do? I'll help, then we can leave together."
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 6:43 pm
hurricane
Dawson paused, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He could all but feel Maebe's frustration from the other side, but if she came over and saw Caly, if she didn't listen to what he had to say--
Something suddenly gave out with a sharp groan. The hallway floor sank in islands of tiled floor as the walls sagged. He backed away with a small gasp and regretted it instantly as he shielded himself from the kicked up particles. "Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
And then Caly's voice, frail as a thread trying to fit through a needle head, made his insides freeze. First, with relief, and then quickly with concern that never did let him sleep when he realized that maybe the thought of them both alive and well was too much a stretch for this reality. Brow furrowing, Dawson hacked into his elbow before asking in a lower voice. "Where, honey?" And then, more sympathetically, touching her arm, "What d'ya wanna do?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:01 pm
Training Fields
The weight of what that meant - what it truly meant to be a part of this duo - was staggering. But he had to stay here, at least for a while longer, and she needed to go.
He inhaled sharply, eyeing Jack. "I got orders from a lead to secure the weapons cove." Kinda. Half truths were easier. "I just have to make sure they're safe and then I can go."
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:01 pm
She shouldn't be surprised to find the man has a weapon, but she still moves back when it appears, and winces when it clatters against her own. Viveca is wordless rage in her head, nearly deafening with her insistence to keep fighting, to remember what it is Abbi is here for.
For Chris, and Chel, and Jack, and Dawson-- The girl swings at the rapier in hopes of knocking it aside, shuffles to regain her footing and steps forward toward the man once more. --And Leslie, he had been touched by this too--
Black forms on the pole-arm, but Viveca quiets just enough to sound gentle, urges the girl to find the crystals pretty rather than frightening. It is so like the ghost, just a midnight version of her own totem. One she has gifted the girl, so she should think the crystals are another gift too.
Abbi dodges around Stephen's side, striking the blade closer and closer to his neck.
And Scout who is worried, and for Cameron who is probably worried in his own way--
"Let's see if you can win without a head start." Even in something like this she has to make a joke, mostly to distract herself from the very realness of what she is doing. She has never done this, not like this. She doesn't want to, but he's hurt her friends, he's hurt so many, this is her own way of trying to keep people safe.
With a shriek Abbi aims the bottom side of her scythe, the part where all the nasty pointed teeth reside, at Stephen's neck and makes to strike.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:21 pm
Training Fields
"Then we'll go with," she said flatly. "F'there's somethin' down there, three hunters are better than one."
Your move, clone.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:23 pm
H's prayer circle
"Keep the room up?" Harrison asked Rep under his breath, and not sure what to think of the pressure. "s**t, I'm starting to get...kind of a headache." He touched his fingers to where the blue branched from his temple.
Ah, yeah, just uh, just stay here... B0nez said, running diagnostics.
He cleared his throat. Louder he only said, "Yessir," and turned to keep an eye on the hallway, and anybody that might be coming their way.
He also kept tabs on the cracking and groaning, especially the ceiling and floor, in case they had to make a grab for anything. The quiet hum of magic and far off screams and weapon clashes made the whole thing a little eerie.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:29 pm
Pod room
Rodney usually shied from touch, but the cool hands on his forehead and that took his own hand were light. The words were kind.
He wasn't sure if he had actually heard the voice with his ears, or with whatever he heard Seven with. It hadn't been Seven.
He breathed, and prayed, and waited.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:40 pm
Training Fields
"No," he snapped immediately. "You have to get off island. Too much s**t is going down you gotta go." He was running out of time too. He still had orders to follow. "Please?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:51 pm
Training Fields
Jack raised his brows a little at the exchange (clone and weapons cove together made alarm bells deafen his inner ear) and then lifted his weapon at the clone's sharp word. A silent warning.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:57 pm
Training Fields
Chel looked at the clone with indifference. It was bizarre, watching someone wearing her cousin's skin like a costume. It was him, it had all of his mannerisms (hunched over just a little, talking back to her just a second too quickly because he knew what she was going to say), but at the same time it wasn't right. Small mistakes. Too aggressive, too pushy, too forward. Less hesitation.
She put a gentle hand on Owain, not taking her eyes off Chris. "You makin' it sound like you the hunter and we're the intermediates." Just a small jab to his rank, enough to establish order. She hated pulling rank on him. There wasn't rank among family.
< What is family but an easily severed tie? >
"We're goin' with you, or you're comin' with us." The clone had underestimated something: for as much as it mimicked Chris and stole his likeness, so too did it steal his weaknesses- and Chel knew all of them. "So shut the ******** up and lead the way pipsqueak."
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 8:02 pm
The library suddenly rocked with the force of a heavy impact, and began to tilt ever so slightly in a direction it shouldn't have. Lucky and the five books he'd been simultaneously reading went rolling across the room and into the closest bookcase, ejecting half the contents. Normally, this would be called 'Tuesday' by the underground R&D lab, but it was a bit more destructive than normal. Dazed, he managed to reclaim two books before the blaring siren's words came into focus. S-3? Rescue? Here?Pocketing the books in his bag, he made a beeline for the now-crooked doorway. Smoke was beginning to filter through the cracks in the walls and ceiling, and every so often the ground beneath his feet gave a very worrying groan. People shoved past, deeper into the mess of a building, shouting, arguing, some screaming. Sensory overload. Who knew what could have done it this time - Charlotte, the Grail, the Horsemen, it hardly mattered. There was no sign of anyone's handiwork, just destruction carving huge cracks and gouges down toward the basement levels. He fled a different direction, turning down hallways he had walked hundreds of times before. The way was hazy with smoke now, and whole chunks of wall blocked the way. He knew most of this building, even if he was no longer welcome in the vast majority of it any longer. Not that anyone could or would stop him at a time like this. There were valuable things in this building. Knowledge, information. Runic technology. Things that, if destroyed, could set the whole hunter operation back by years. They couldn't afford that kind of loss right now. Hell, they couldn't even afford to be as complacent as they had been. Every threat they faced was one they turned away from. Hardly anyone seemed to take it seriously, the danger. They would crumble, again and again, until there was nothing left. It wasn't enough to push back the enemy - the only sensible solution was a permanent ending. Lucky stopped, coughing into the corner of jacket pressed to his mouth and nose, in front of a door marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Double off-limits as he currently stood with the division. In the distance, there was the electric sound of weapons clashing against one another, sobbing, and another worrying heave of the entire building. He tried the handle, hoping that some part of the chaos, or maybe an escaping hunter, had miraculously unlocked it. If not, he'd just have to improvise.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 8:16 pm
Training Field
He only spared a glance at the weapon - flashy posturing. He wasn't concerned about it, he just didn't have time.
"You've got this ******** backwards. You're getting off this island if I have to ******** drag you." He stepped toward her, planning to do just that. This posture wasn't Chris. Chris was defensive, steady, solid base. He was prepared for absorbing hits. But the clone was strength and aggression, posture held in his arms and shoulders. It was all wrong.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 8:16 pm
Leslie held the shield, snarling wordless against the dust-strewn air. It was too much and it couldn't last, his arms shaking from the exertion of holding deadly debris off the patient. "Okay," he said, letting Lex help carry the patient so that he could move with the shield, ethereal and alight with purpose. "Lead the way out."
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