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leah1027This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 3, 2013 at 5:30 pm

(I meant to post last night but the heat at my house broke and it was too hard to type with gloves XD)

Noah: Fort Paris

Noah nodded at Bobbi's words, glancing to where the humans stood, and the position of the ones they would go after. He tore his gaze away from the humans and back to Bobbi again, about to agree to her plan, only to find that, instead of Bobbi, the man who had been leading the humans was standing in her place.

Noah didn't stop to think about how the man had moved so fast, before he scrambled back a couple steps and reaching for his gun. His hand reached at empty space and he suddenly remembered, once again, that he hadn't brought one with him.

But before he could react any further, the man spoke up. Something about what he was saying and his manner of speaking didn't seem to match up with his face...

Repeating the words the man had said in his head, his mistake slowly dawned on him and he stood up again, a grin spreading across his face.

"Nope, I don't mind," He replied, trying to hold back a laugh. Well that certainly answers my questions- a power like that would be too useful for them to wait until she graduated.

"Alright, on the count of three," He whispered, getting into a running position. "One, two... three!" He charged off towards the mass of humans at the base of the wall, hoping that they'd be fooled by Bobbi's plan.

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CarsonFairclothThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 3, 2013 at 6:53 pm

(I suck. I know. Forgive me, guys. My Internet is being very weird; I can't even get a movie on directv. I promise to do my best to make a post and have everything working soon. :/ So sorry! And happy late birthday, Nacho!)

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 12:31 pm

(Bump! :-)   

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 2:23 pm

Luka:  The House
 
Luka was led into the base Commandant's office.  The commandant was sitting at his desk, and didn't look to happy.
"Sir, I caught this boy sneaking into base."  The soldier who was holding Luka said.
"He was heading for the storage building." the soldier added.
 
"What were you doing?" the commandant asked Luka.  Luka stayed quiet as he was pushed intoa seat.  
"Look, boy, we need to know what you were doing or else you'll be considered a spy." the commandant said.  A young enlisted man came in and gave teh commandant a coffee.
"I was gittin' some food an' stuffs, sir." Luka responded, he ken what happened to spies, and didn't want to be considered one.
"Why?  Why from here?"  the coomandant said sipping his coffee.
"Cause I live near here, an' one day i'll be a soldier." Luka said sticking his chest out and trying to look bigger.  The commandant nodded and looked at the soldier,
"Was he searched?" he asked.  The soldier shook his head and getting Luka to his feet searched him there.  
"Nothing but some rocks, commandant, sir." the soldier said.
"Alright we don't need to make this public, I don't think he's a spy, but I know he's a thief.  So we're going to send him with the next soldier tranpost to New York.  There's a place to put people like him there" the commandant decided.
"New York, sir?" the soldier asked.
"Yes New York, if he's a spy I want him far away from here, London is too close for comfort." the commandant said.  He left and a young officer came in and looked Luka up and down.
"Name?" the officer asked.
"Full name, sir?" Luka siad, his Russian accent getting thicker as he got excited.  He was going to New York!! On a soldier transport!
"Yes, boy." the officer said.
"Mikhail Luka Valachovic Sikorsky, I'm 13." Luka said.  The officer wrote the information down and turned to leave, he looked at the soldier who brought Luka in.  
"Put the boy in the holding cells until the transport leaves, which will be soon."  he ordered.
"Yes sir." the soldier said and he half dragged Luka way to lock him until the tranport was ready.

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 3:42 pm

(OKAY. I shall try not to have wierd internet anymore. XD)
 
Nyx: Arizona Base
 
Call me Tesla.
 
Nyx stored the information away, knowing she would utilize it to its fullest; once someone asked her to call them something, it tended to stick. Her instructor had learned that the hard way, gritting his teeth when she called him your worst nightmare for a week after his convenient speech on what his new trainees could refer to him as.
 
Nyx smiled at the thought.
 
"Questions?" She considered for a moment, eyeing her new Captain's pocket, where she had shoved her hands. It seemed to twitch, as if the Captain wanted to show her something. But asking would be rude. And Nyx wasn't rude---just oblivious.
 
For once, Nyx held her tongue and shrugged. "Nothing, Tesla. Forty minutes it is." She gave a half-hearted salute---was this one of those Captains that liked formality or not?---and waited eagerly for her dismissal.
 
Traveling, she thought, the excitement rushing through her veins. It's a good thing I've been learning those other languages...I'll probably need them.
 
Leona: Arizona Base
 
Leona wasn't sure whether the news cheered her or disgusted her that the two were through. Her heart felt light that it hadn't lasted, but at the same time, her lips couldn't help but twist down. Had Leona meant so little to Kors? Was she really such trash, to the point that it was worth it to cheat on her for something that wasn't even going to last afterward?
 
Leona brushed those thoughts away, swallowing her hurt. She sat once more, wishing with everything she had that things could go back to the way they were. Kors would be quipping jokes, and Leona would be laughing---or admonishing him for his crude sense of humor. Now there was just this. Awkward. Both of them trying to act normally and failing.
 
Finally, Leona cleared her throat. She'd been meaning to bring this about for weeks now, even when they were dating and everything was fine. She pulled the list back from her drawer. "Anyway, we have other matters to deal with. I know you've been wanting to get away from here forr some time. See the world." She waved the list in her hands, the names already written down, along with the same explanation that she'd written on Captain Montange's slip of paper.
 
She set the paper down, her eyes flickering to read it as she'd already done a thousand times, double-checking her work, doubt filling her chest.
 
Kors. I know this is a lot, and I know my explanation on the back of this is horrible, but this is important. You'll need to find some people for me, and give them the same note I've written on the back. But you aren't doing this alone.
 
Along with the explanation, some of these people will need names. They've been assigned to find people and send along the message, as you have. You are to find only the first person listed.
 
Jeremy Kurtis Hail: He will pass the message along to Keegan Justice Hail and Eveangeline Anna Marie Vrain.
 
Selah McArthur: She will pass the message to Beatrice Jade McArthur, Mikhail Luka Valachovic Sikorsky, and Noah Yadin.
 
Humphrey Mathin Reed VI: He will pass the message to Jaden Arkadi Cherkesov and Jury Mark Twain.
 
These will be individuals who will have no list of their own. Give them the explanation and leave them; they'll know when to take action:
 
Caterina Corrado Ilario, Chaylynn Paloma, Quinten Short, and Shen.
 
Leona looked up from the paper and silently offerred it to Kors.
 
Hail: Fort London
 
The soldier stood staring at him, open-mouthed. "S-sir...?"
 
"Don't." Hail waved him on and kept walking, striding into Headquarters with an ease that disturbed him. The whispers were already rising around him.
 
The unwanted son.
 
The outcast.
 
The deserter.
 
What was he doing back here?
 
Hail tried to ignore them, heading for the room that Hail still knew to be his father's. A Commander's rooms rarely changed; Hail was happy---and disappointed---to see he was right when he opened the door, only to see both his father and Eve standing there.
 
Hail stared at his father for a moment, and his father, Commander Hail, stared back. Hail cleared his throat, not breaking eye contact. "Well. I came." His eyes flickered over to Eve, but they didn't linger long. Who knew? If Hail stared at her wrong, his father might just snap.
 
He'd been on the edge enough lately. Hail didn't want to push it.
 
Bobbi: Fort Paris
 
It was amusing, to say the least, when the two men turned to see themselves charging for them.
 
Bobbi grinned with her new mouth, glancing over at Noah, who now appeared as no more than the soldier before her. Oh, she loved playing mind games; it was easy with someone who could actually handle themselves, too. Noah didn't need help or assistence. He was the help and assistence.
 
Bobbi had her knife out and in the man's chest before they even reached the pair. She quickly bent and retrieved it, the shock still on his face at seeing himself before him---and not in a mirror. She looked at the five other men still arguing about how to best reach the others, giving her an opportunity to dump her body behind the corner of the wall to her left.
 
Easy, she thought, looking at Noah.. So easy.

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 4:18 pm

(BTW, I want Quentin to start meeting people, so the two people flying over London (Jury and Humphrey) I made a post a few pages back, you guys can make up whatever you want, if you'd like, so they can meet?)
AND
 
Ronan is at Texas Base, I made a post for him a few pages back for whoever asked if anyone else was in Texas)
 
AuroraArizona
 
Aurora raised her eyebrows slightly at Nyx's half-hearted salute, the corner of her mouth twitching. She raised a hand and waved it in the general direction of the door, an unspoken "you can go." Formality is for the people with sticks up their as.ses.
 
After the younger girl left, Aurora pulled out the piece of paper, staring at the other two names. I'll tell Petrova later, when we have a little more...privacy. Now, where on earth could Sheppard and Chu-Hua be?
 
Aurora sighed and rubbed her face, putting the paper back into her pocket. She stacked the files in front of her and knelt in front of the safe at the back of her tent. The soft green light of the retina scanner flashed across her eye and with a quiet beep the door sprang open. She set the folders inside along with a few of her more sensitive experiments that her superiors didn't know about. Which was probably a good thing.
 
Rising to her feet she made her way through the base, heading for the Mess hall. She'd had mroe time to prepare than the others on her team, so she planned on getting a meal in the forty minutes she'd given Nyx. 
 
She waved to Charlie, the guy running the Mess, "Hey Charlie, what do we have today?"
 
"Nothing good, Tes, just the normal."
 
Aurora made a face before giving the man a brief thank you and goodbye. Her eyes swept the room, landing on a little girl sitting alone.
 
"Hey, Charlie, who's that girl? I don''t recognize her."
 
"Oh, I don't know, some girl trying to get into training I think."
 
Aurora made a low humming noise in response and moved toward the girl, sliding into the seat opposite her.
 
"Hey, kid, my names Tesla, I hear you want to join us."

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 4:45 pm

Eve
 
The atmoshpere was tangible; Eve could feel the tension wanting to suffocate her. Still, being a girl, this made her straighten more and stare straight a head a fixed point on the wall.
 
"You came alright, Keegan." His father spoke to him with disdain, and Eve found herself looking down again, her hands folded behind her back. He was the only one that addressed Hail by his real name. "It's so nice of you to grace us with your presence." He added dryly, before, it was possible, his face became even harder.
 
"Did you know that you're only bother that's alive is sick?" He asked, his green eyes piercing. "They say he was the Red Death, you know. The one we don't have a cure for yet." Now Eve could feel the fury in the room. She wanted to leave, but was obligated to stay until she was dimissed. It wasn't as if she didn't know about this. John Hail, third oldest Hail son, was ill. Deathly so. Faintly, she wondered why Keegan hadn't visitied, even if he was pretty busy managing the Platoons with her. Did he know his father seemed to be going crazy, at the thought of only having a daughter left and Keegan as a son?
 
Eve just stayed still, looking at her shoes.
 
(And Leah, could you reply for Jo? Thank you :) )

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 6:43 pm

 
Jury London
 
Man, this looks like a dud.
 
Jury hated duds. He would get so hyped about a mission, and then- no-go. Some- half-blind person had probably seen a bird and reported it. Ugh... people these days; couldn’t tell a mutant plane from human craft.
 
“Are you seeing anything, Bravo?”
 
Jury asked, keeping an eye on his own radar. The green showed showed him nothing.
 
“Bravo, we’re circling back if you don’t have a read. I’m over the channel. There’s nothing.”
 
His copilot tried to butt in, saying something about “checking every corner” But Jury knew the skies, the only corner left unchecked would be an area practically impossible to get through without an AA attack.

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 10:40 pm

((So sorry I've been gone! I had a last-minute sleepover---I didn't have time to say I'd be gone---and I didn't get back home until a few minutes ago... Leah, did you want to do another post for Jo? If not, I'll post for Hector (I'm really tired right now so I might not get a post in tonight, but I'll try to) ))

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leah1027This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 4, 2013 at 10:59 pm

(Sorry, guys- for some reason I thought Jo and Snooze were already at the meeting place. Can we just skip to them getting there? ^^')

Noah: Fort Paris

Their attack had been surprisingly quick and easy. In a flash Bobbi's knife was lodged in the first man's chest and Noah's target collapsed as soon as he touched his skin.

He glanced back at Bobbi and again had to resist the urge to attack her. It was just so... disconcerting. He wondered if she realized just how strange her power would look to someone else or if she was just too used to it.

"Do you have an extra one of those?" Noah asked, nodding to the still bloody knife in her hand. "I don't have any on me and I'd rather be armed before going after a bigger group of them."

The humans at the base of the wall seemed to be contemplating retreat at this point, taking into account how the odds weren't in their favor, but Noah didn't want to miss any action in his first real experience as a soldier in battle.

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 11:03 pm

(It's alright, Leafy. We understand. ^_^)
 
Hail: Fort London
 
Hail winced at his father's words about Jeremy. He was sick? Of course he hadn't known that...Jeremy hadn't been around, though. The last word Hail had gotten was that Jeremy had been shipped halfway around the world to a base in America. If he was sick, he'd been shipped off somewhere to get better, out of Hail's reach. How could he have done anything here?
 
Knowing his father was trying to bait him, Hail stiffened, his jaw tightening.
 
"Well," he forced out, "I'm here. And Jeremy's not---wherever he is, I can't do a da.mn thing about it. At least I'm trying to do something for the family you lost us." Hail stopped there, guilt suddenly stabbing at his chest, before he rubbed it off.
 
If I'm such a disappointment...why did he give the future title of Commander to me? Why not Jeremy? Surely one of the others had the title before they...passed. But why me, the youngest, over him?
 
Hail looked over at Eve, who was staring awkwardly at her shoes. His eyes returned to his father. "I've got business. C'mon, Eve. The Platoons are making slow progress."
 
Hail hadn't left the doorway, and he waved for Eve to follow him. He was done with his father.
 
Done.

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 11:09 pm

Bobbi: Fort Paris
 
Bobbi nodded, slipping out one of three of her blander daggers. The dagger she held was hers and no one else's...but these? Bobbi had had to trade them in four times already due to damage, and they'd just come back from the shop, cleaned up and like brand new.
 
Bobbi, with a second thought, handed Noah a second one, slipping out the last of her weapons. When she smiled, she wondered how she looked. The man she had taken on for her new appearance had been...brutish. Noah was now a skinnier lad with wide eyes, nothing like the monster she'd chosen. He was an ogre to the other man's cheetah.
 
It was odd.
 
She pointed to the soldiers, who had seemed to settle on running, though two had begun to aim weapons at the distracted Gifted. Bobbi lifted her knife, waving it and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Noah---or, not-Noah.
 
"Shall we?"
 
(I think everyone is nearing the end of their first day, if they're not there already. As some of you may have read, some characters (Aurora, Kors, Leona, and later more of your charries) will be looking for others, and that might require travel that could take days. If everyone is okay with it, once we have the day wrapped up---even if it takes a few more posts for everyone---would you all be okay with skipping a few days?)

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 11:15 pm

(( I think Jeremy (Jem) is assumed dead, if I'm correct, Carson :) John is the third oldest, making him the brother just above Hail. The second oldest died, while Jem faked his death upon discovering he was gifted. It's okay; things are bound to get confusing with things like this xD))

Eve Fort London

Eve pursed her lips, before giving a short nod. Afterall, they did have a lot of work to get on with in the Platoons. Commander Hail just usually called Eve to Fort London as a way of getting Keegan to him, no matter how many times he would deny it.

She made her way over to him quickly, for her small gait. Hail towered over her by a foot; she wondered if her height would ever stop bothering her.

"Wise desicion, Hail." Eve remarked, glancing up at him with her crisp blue eyes. Confrontations with his father always made him so tense; she could see a vein sticking out of his neck. Eve didn't like seeing Hail so stressed. Not only just because they were worked together, but because she viewed him as a friend. Weary waters to tread on, considering she was a female, but waters she embarked in nevertheless.

"He always gets off track. Doesn't he know that there's a war going on?" Eve stopped there, swallowing. There was no need for those words, was there? Even if Hail hated his father, as a Commander, Eve shouldn't be caught criticizing him at all. She kept up with Hail pretty good. She hated running up to catch anyone."Have you heard about the mission sent out to Fort Paris yesterday? Failed, with two out of forty alive." Eve reported grimly, staring straight of head. Best to change the subject.

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 11:46 pm

(Wait...so Snooze is coming too? If not, disregard the bit about him.)                                                                       
 
Hector
 
Hector paced his room as he waited, thinking. Thinking about the war, with Gifted Commander Arturo Chavez and human Commander Daria Grandes; thinking about his people---the sick, the hungry, the fighting; thinking about peace, and if it would ever come. 
 
Like many of those still alive and immersed in the war, he was born amidst the fighting. The bloodshed already had been going on for more than ten years by the time he was born, but by the stories he'd heard or read about the preceding years, the animosity between the Gifted and the humans seemed to have no beginning, nor no end. Hector knew nothing different from the enimity, and it was hard for him to believe that everyone would someday live together peacefully.
 
I hear in parts of Canada, the Gifted and humans live together with no issue, but could the whole world bring themselves to that? he wondered, but already knew the answer to that. He didn't even think he could, especially after he'd gone this far.
 
Hopefully Frau--- I mean, just Jo will have some helpful information, or at least a breath of fresh air to bring in new ideas. God knows we need them. We can't slow down and seem weak to everyone else, not now. Not anytime.
 
No sooner had he thought that had he heard a knock on the door and Dart entered in with Jo and another small boy, who couldn't have entered the double digits yet, and one whom he didn't recognize. Hector's eyes flickered to him for a moment, but he decided not to ask about the boy then. He'd bring it up later in the conversation. 
 
"Thank you, Dart," he said, pressing a coin in the messenger's hand. "You may go now." At the dismissal, the boy rushed out, closing the door behind him.
 
Hector turned back towards Jo, pulling on a broad smile. "Please, do sit down, Jo" he offered, feeling no need to use his Gift, gesturing towards a chair. The room was more of a screened in porch, really, and the hot and humid weather outside felt just the same in here, except without the bugs. He enjoyed the weather, though belatedly he wondered how Jo stood it, with her thick uniform.
 
He took a seat himself, sitting in the chair across from the other one, with a small coffee table in between. A pitcher of water and some crackers lay on it, but not much more. The sun was almost at its peak for the day; it was lunchtime, or close enough to it, and Hector wondered if either of the visitors were hungry. 
 
"How are you on this fine day?" he asked congenially, starting the conversation as any normal one would go---though he knew that everyone in the room knew this wouldn't be some average talk. It was up to the woman whether she wanted to cut straight to the chase or linger on the 'normalities.' But is anything normal, these days, in a time of war?

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 11:56 pm

(Oh, and Carson, as far as I know, no one else is going to Central/South America anytime soon? I don't know how long it'd take for the Hector/Jo/Snooze scene to wrap up, so if we're still going on and everyone else is ready to move on, I don't think it reall matters for us)

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Jan. 4, 2013 at 11:59 pm

((I'm pretty sure Snooze is with her, so thanks for including him Leafy ^.^ And I'd be fine with skipping a few days soon, Carson :) ))
 
Snooze
 
Through the campsite, Snooze kept very close to Jo. He probably would, until he had to leave. He tried not t think about that, and just ate his apple, enjoying the sweet taste. By the time they reached to where they needed to be, his fingers were sticky and he dropped the core along the sides of the streets a long time ago.
 
The place they entered was a screened in porch, though with a door. Snooze's wide green eyes took in everything curiously. Most of all, the man that was addressing Jo.
 
He was tall, and clean. Even Snooze could tell that. He had had the weirdest thought about the man, too, upon seeing him.
 
I wonder what his dreams are like? Snooze thought to himself, before blinking. He rarely thought about tose things. Having the ability to put people asleep also gave Snooze the insight of seeing dreams. It was explained to him once as the "Dream Realm", but Snooze has no desire to go there. There weren't only dreams. There were plenty of nightmares, too. He gave a small shiver at the thought, before he glanced up at Jo.

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Jan. 5, 2013 at 12:04 am

Noah: Fort Paris

"Thanks," Noah said, taking the dagger and gripping the handle firmly. It looked like the group had decided on retreat and were slowly starting to back away- this would be their only real chance to do some damage before they escaped.

Noah nodded in assent to Bobbi's question, and they started towards the human soldiers, trying to attract as little notice as possible as they snuck up behind their backs.

He quickly slashed across one's neck before the man had time to turn around, then lunged for a nearby soldier as he noticed and started to raise his gun. Noah managed to get in a punch to his nose, simultaneously draining away his energy with the contact.

A few seconds later a third soldier appeared, except this one didn't seem to be attacking him for some reason... In fact, he was warning Noah to retreat and regroup.

Noah frowned, and after a moment he looked down at himself. With shock he realized that he wasn't Noah anymore, or not really. Instead he was someone else- someone else whom he recalled tackling to the ground just one minute ago.

He could vaguely make out Bobbi fighting through the fiery carnage and tried his best to give her an irritated glare. She could have at least told him that she was using her powers on him. With a slight roll of his eyes he pushed away his annoyance, focusing back on the task at hand- the humans were completely abandoning the attack now, and soon they'd all be gone.

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Jan. 5, 2013 at 12:20 am

Jo: Central America

Jo raised an eyebrow suspiciously but took a seat as Hector asked. She knew that these things were never 'just to catch up', and she wished he would just say what he wanted already so that she could leave.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. But she'd play along, just for a bit, if he really intended to 'chit-chat'.

"I'm fine, thank you," She answered, putting a nonchalant smile on her face. "And you?"

Jo, although she did respect Hector, didn't like him very much. He seemed too... tricky. A good general perhaps, but not necessarily trustworthy.

She especially didn't like the fact that Snooze was still here- catching Hector's attention would surely only do him harm. She silently cursed herself for not thinking of it sooner. Despite his discomfort with the crowded streets it probably would have been preferable to this.

The war plans and maps covering the table suddenly caught Jo's eye and she examined them curiously. Based on the maps, their situation was not looking good thus far. Hopefully Hector already had a plan in mind, otherwise they would be in a heap of trouble.

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Jan. 5, 2013 at 12:48 am

((Just in case nyone was wondering, I'm waiting for Nacho to post because we planned something out ^-^ so I didn't forget this RP :3 Just waiting for the word to post from her :D ))

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CarsonFairclothThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 5, 2013 at 12:13 pm

(Nacho: Ah, I see. I was only referencing my bio for Hail; I'd forgotten Jeremy had faked his death, meaning that Hail actually has two brothers currently alive, but he only knows of John. Makes sense now. XD
 
Leafy: Actually, Leona will be heading down there; as you may have noticed, Hector, Simon, and Jo weren't on any of the lists Leona handed out. She plans on going down there personally to both help Hector and give those three the message. ^_^
 
I think Kors still needs to respond to Leona, and a few more people that may not have gotten a chance to post may need to wrap some things up, but other than that, we should be skipping ahead a few days---maybe four or five---soon. Everyone can let me know when you're ready.)
 
Hail: Fort London
 
Hail, in his rage, was walking quickly. It was only when he heard Eve's light, quick footsteps that he remembered how she hated to jog to keep up. Hail politely slowed his steps, keeping his strides long but not enough so that Eve would be uncomfortable walking. It was a system they'd worked out when they were younger, and it still worked well, considering Eve had hardly grown.
 
He looked down at her to meet her vivid blue eyes, trying to smile and failing, the gesture coming out as more of a grimace. Had it been a wise decision? Or had he made a mistake even coming here in the first place?
 
Hail appreciated Eve's support, and his smile turned genuine at her minor insults toward his father; she was the only one he knew with the courage to say anything, even if it was just for his benefit. But at the knews of the failure storming Fort Paris had been, Hail's smile fell.
 
"Da.mn," he murmured as they walked out of Headquarters, heading for the wall. The Platoons had been twelve miles out three hours ago; Hail guessed they were about seven now, which meant less of a drive if Eve wanted to oversee them herself.
 
"The Gifted won't relinquish Fort Paris..." he went on, pursing his lips. "Commander Hail needs to stop pursuing it." Hail tried to use formality when speaking of his father, trying to push out any personal connections he had with the man. "We're losing good men. If we're going to storm the Fort, we need hundreds of men. We don't have that right now."
 
But neither do they, he thought, remembering his visit across Europe on his hunt for his family's killers. We just need them to slip. Just once.
 
"Where are your Platoons headed?" He asked, genuinely curious. "I saw them on my way in, heading for the Fort. Are they returning from a mission, or were they a scouting party of some sort?"
 
Bobbi: Fort Paris
 
Whoops, Bobbi thought, sending Noah a glance only to see him staring at her in exasperation. Well, he should be grateful when this is over.
 
Bobbi had made quick work of one soldier, slipping a knife into his back with ease and pulling away with a wrinkled nose. She hated up-close-and-personal work, but she managed to slide her dagger across the fourth man's throat, surprise on his face at seeing one of his comrades murder him.
 
That left only one man left, who was currently waving at Noah---or not-Noah---to join the group. When he turned around, it was to be greeted with the sight of his dead comrades, and his eyes widened. He looked at Bobbi, opening his mouth to ask what happened, but she waved a hand at Noah. If he wanted him, he could have him.
 
"Hurry," she said quickly, her eyes flickering over to humans retreating behind the fading wall of fire, running and shouting. "We need to get back behind the wall."

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