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[color=B0C4DE]“Ouch.”[/color]

He pulled up dark jeans, shimmying into the denim material.

[color=B0C4DE]“Hisssss.”[/color]

He draped on his collared shirt, slipping his arms gently into the sleeves before buttoning it all up.

[color=B0C4DE]“Ugh.”[/color]

He pulled his dark hoodie over his body, noticing at the hospital staff weren’t kind enough to wash the blood off for him. Now there was bloody hole in his clothes, and he didn’t even know how to patch it up. Maybe learning how to sew would be a good idea now.

Brent winced a fourth time, as he subconsciously raised his right hand to push a couple of unruly strands off his face. He knew that he was reliant on his right hand, but to think that there were so many…random movements that also involved it. The youth frowned, poking at his bandaged shoulder once more.

[color=B0C4DE]“Pain in the ass.”[/color]

Nevertheless, he was dressed up now, had proper shoes on, and there was still time left over. Another rumble ran through the building, the lights above rattling slightly. Looking up, and then around, Brent narrowed his eyes, before marching towards the windows. He threw aside the curtains and pulled aside the panes, before leaning out, eyes flickering from side to side.

Nothing changed. From here, he couldn’t even see explosions or whatever from the far off battlefield. So, really…what was causing this? Just a minor quake? Was USARILN East on a fault line or something? Brent scratched the back of his head, trying to puzzle out the solution, but there was nothing. Was there anyone he could even ask?

…

Meh!

He disliked not knowing what it was, but he liked the mystery of it all. Swiping his ID card, Brent pushed out of his new room and walked out. The elevators, their floor display panel dead, were clearly not working either, out of a safety measure or whatever, but he wasn’t too concerned with that. Locating the staircase, the youth ran down three steps at a time, nodding at a duo of Arbiters as they passed.

[color=f7976a]"What do you think that rumbling was?"[/color] one neat-looking girl asked another punkish-looking guy.

[color=f7976a]"Dunno, but Anne says it's safe."

"I don't really trust Anne's power."

"Fucking better than yours."[/color]

The snippets were enough for him at the moment. ‘Anne’ had some ability to sense danger, probably, and though he DID want stop them and ask for more, right now, he had food to get. Fuck rumbles, stomach grumbles and all.

Entering the lobby, Brent waved at Sophia with his right hand, cringed in pain once more, before saying, [color=B0C4DE]“Heyo Sophs. Pretty cool cape you got there. Shall we be off then?”[/color]

He had considered offering his arm like a true British gentleman, but in this scenario, with her dashing cloak and her sleek, straight hair, she definitely looked nobler than this curly-haired vagrant with holes in his clothes.