[THREAD] from WHISPERED hushes to DISTANT crushes
Who: William Flemming [ myfedorarocks ] , Genkaku [ hypermonk ] & Kengamine Nagi [ striginae ]
Where: Abyss ; Flemming's lab
When: 8:38 PM
Summary: Maybe this play of events was inevitable.
Rating: R for violence.
Running late. But perhaps it didn't matter. Very few of the fine-print details did, when so many larger things were at stake, like here, like now. The night air in Abyss was still chilly, nipping at bare skin and ruffling clothes, and the soft noises of movement were supported only by the nighttime howls of the city. This lower level never seemed to sleep. Standing on the roof of this barren building, Nagi cast a frigid glance over the cityscape that lay before him, his one hand pressed to his scarf -- eyes narrowed over the jagged line of this corrupted place. (Would it ever be cleansed?)
Perhaps. That was, after all, the only reason he was here, the wind ruffling the ragged edges of his jacket as he watched another member of the Scar Chain pry open one of the numerous ceiling vents. A handful of members had come out on this raid -- the best fighters, the resident technical expert, and himself. Hopefully, this would go as well as the raid on the previous laboratory had gone -- news had trickled in that this place also harbored some questionable experiments, and if that were the case --
There was the quiet rasp of metal as the grate was pulled away, then the whisper-soft rustle of movement. Nagi was the first to slip in through the ceiling, landing softly on an upper catwalk overlooking the laboratory area. Behind him, the other members also dropped in -- but froze, when Nagi lifted a hand, gesturing for them to stop. There was someone here. A moment of quiet observation would be prudent, before any other action was taken.
Where: Abyss ; Flemming's lab
When: 8:38 PM
Summary: Maybe this play of events was inevitable.
Rating: R for violence.
Running late. But perhaps it didn't matter. Very few of the fine-print details did, when so many larger things were at stake, like here, like now. The night air in Abyss was still chilly, nipping at bare skin and ruffling clothes, and the soft noises of movement were supported only by the nighttime howls of the city. This lower level never seemed to sleep. Standing on the roof of this barren building, Nagi cast a frigid glance over the cityscape that lay before him, his one hand pressed to his scarf -- eyes narrowed over the jagged line of this corrupted place. (Would it ever be cleansed?)
Perhaps. That was, after all, the only reason he was here, the wind ruffling the ragged edges of his jacket as he watched another member of the Scar Chain pry open one of the numerous ceiling vents. A handful of members had come out on this raid -- the best fighters, the resident technical expert, and himself. Hopefully, this would go as well as the raid on the previous laboratory had gone -- news had trickled in that this place also harbored some questionable experiments, and if that were the case --
There was the quiet rasp of metal as the grate was pulled away, then the whisper-soft rustle of movement. Nagi was the first to slip in through the ceiling, landing softly on an upper catwalk overlooking the laboratory area. Behind him, the other members also dropped in -- but froze, when Nagi lifted a hand, gesturing for them to stop. There was someone here. A moment of quiet observation would be prudent, before any other action was taken.