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| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
| Peace (dah) |
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| Love <3 |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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| I don't know yet... |
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 8:30 pm
Eyes widening at the compounding bad news, he blinked, wondering what normal couples did in times of crisis. Screaming, crying, and carrying on were not his style, nor was drinking himself into oblivion. He settled on quietly sitting down and nursing his drink, pondering what to do.
"That's...that's bad. Really bad. Why'd he go in alone; why didn't anyone think to follow him, I-...I don't get that. They know he's...they know he can't do much to a vampire unarmed, even when it's daylight, and that weapon of hers...where was everyone else?"
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 8:50 pm
Tyler glanced over to Gren, taking a moment to figure out how best to translate his stunned questions into something that the operative could actually answer.
"Any context for this, Azana? That doesn't exactly make us feel any better..."
"I-I'm sorry, Gren..." The voice was small and shaky, the visual feed showing a spectacular view of part of Emily and the ground. "We caught up to him at the Manor, but they had vampires ready to meet us. During the fight...Eli escaped to the room..."
Her visor registered her shaking head. "It was guarded...I had a crossbow at my chest..."
"So you went for the captives."
"Correct...Eli will survive, though. I know it...this is what she wanted."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 8:57 pm
He looked up, baffled. "What she...'wanted'? What do you mean?" He glared at the screen.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 9:10 pm
"...Mission Control, request emergency extraction." The voice was barely more than a whisper, almost squeaky in tone.
"Request granted. Let's get Emily home," Tyler said with a solemn nod, pulling off the headset and estimating coordinates for his transport. The Durem Mountains were a bit of a fuzzy area as far as surveillance was concerned, so he was unsure of how close he would be upon arrival.
James bit his lip, knowing that tone in her voice. This was not going to be one of her enjoyable tales...on the contrary, it sounded like the answer to Gren's question was a painful one.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 9:18 pm
He glared, and sighed through his nose. The shreds of patience he had left after several weeks of this were awfully thin, and he hadn't the pleasure of soothing them in the fight. "Azana..."
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 9:40 pm
Between his laptop and the GPS transport, Tyler was able to figure their location and a good set of coordinates that would be sure to land him safely. "...I think I've got everything ready. I'll be right there."
Azana's biometric data spiked momentarily on the screen at Gren's tone. "...you were right...Angeles had a reason...this was it."
Tyler programmed the commands and was ready to depart for his quick pick-up, watching Gren's frustration and anger rise. "She'll be here soon..." With that, he vanished in the customary flash of light.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 9:45 pm
He stared slightly. "You've got to be kidding me; she wanted him to kill her? Why? If she wanted that so badly, I'd have done it if she asked nicely, but..."
Watching Tyler leave, he flopped back in his seat, thinking furiously. "You got any idea about this, James?"
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 10:07 pm
James shook his head emphatically. "Absolutely none, Gren. My head's full of metaphysical theory and technology...never been really good with people." He chuckled, popping a cheese doodle in his mouth.
"I guess that's why--" His sentence was interrupted by some familiar faces outside the window. "That was fast...has he been tweaking that thing?"
Tyler guided Azana into the Inn, sliding the GPS transport back in his bag. He looked to the two gentlemen and Crystal before leading her over to a couch.
Taking the hint, the operative gently lay the sleeping girl down, pulling a blanket off another chair to make her niece more comfortable. She remained silent, keeping her gaze away from Gren.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 10:16 pm
Gren stood as soon as the pair arrived, and walked over to Emily, and gently checked her neck where he'd last seen blood. Sighing in half-relief and half-aggravation at the lack of bite marks, he returned to his seat, where Azana was avoiding the sight of him.
He sighed. "I'm not...going to yell at you, if that's what you're afraid of," he said, sitting back down. "I just...I just want to know how you found out she planned it that way, and if at all possible, why she had such a hare-brained idea."
(I'll be going to bed soon...I'm le tired.)
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 10:25 pm
((No probs...I should probably wind it down soon, too.))
Azana sat on the floor, pulling off her helmet and letting it fall to the floor next to her with a soft thud. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were tired and unfocused.
"...Sol told me...she's making an example. It had to be realistic...and it had to be Eli..." Her eyes began welling up. "I'm sorry...I--we couldn't stop him..."
Tyler shook his head, his arms folded. So that was the deal...ouch, he really was in a tight spot. Shouldn't have teased him like that...
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 10:36 pm
He sighed through his nose again, having quite a few more questions, mostly in annoyance. "Well, how'd he find out, with all of her mental blocks?! An example to who? It's not like this place gets attacked regularly. And why him? Why make him into a murderer? Make him choose to kill the person Emily calls her mother?"
He stopped himself mid-ramble, frowning sourly. "I'm sorry, Azana... you've had a rough night...and thank you for bringing her home, I...I appreciate that."
He rubbed his forehead, trying to subdue his rising anger, grumbling to himself "She's got some explaining to do, if there's anything left. She lays a finger on him, hell, I'll kill her myself. An example, indeed..."
(Okay, yeah...time for sleep. Good night!)
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 10:49 pm
Azana stared ahead and down at the floor, and the two geniuses weren't sure her posture was because she couldn't move, or that she simply didn't want to anymore.
James began to shut down his workstation; as Chris' information was on Tyler's laptop, his was no longer necessary. Stella would likely have another assignment for him soon, though he at least wanted to stay and make sure his best friend would be alright.
"Why don't I help you upstairs...? You seem exhausted, and James said you've been drained," Tyler said, putting her arm over his shoulder and helping her to her feet. It would be a bit of a trek upstairs, but she needed to rest somewhere other than the floor.
Gren's questions hit her pretty hard, and most of them she had no answers for. "...mom..." Was all she could squeeze out of her vocal cords, hoping he understood before she was taken away for what would probably be a tumultuous sleep.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 10:32 am
He watched Azana get taken upstairs, confused by her reply. 'Maybe she misses hers..? Does that have to do with Angeles..?' he wondered, sighing and taking a sip of his drink, annoyed at the limitations of his normality.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 11:43 am
Tyler returned about ten minutes later, the sliced TaylorTech suit draped over his arm. "She sure is rough on her equipment..." He commented, holding it up and looking it over.
"Well, of course she--Hunter..." James glared at him, arms folded.
"What? She didn't want to sleep in it...don't blame her there. Besides, she'll need it fixed." He gave a knowing smirk to James, folding it up as neatly as he could and putting it with the rest of the GMO equipment.
James shook his head, determined not to let Tyler get under his skin. He glanced over at Gren, noticing him deep in thought. "...it'll turn out. Sol's still out there."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 11:50 am
Gren glanced up, nodding. "Y-yeah...I'm sure we'd find out if something major had happened, right?"
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