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[center][color=949494][sub]. O A K R I D G E   A C A D E M Y   A T R I U M .[/sub][/color][/center][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/MY39Nrd.png[/img][/center]
[indent][color=d0c8c2]Uniformity dictates equality, and in that near parallelism lies monotony and dreariness; a sort of discrepancy wherein shades of ebon pool and churn, until bleeding grey onto their edges and pale further into featherings of white, and [i]there[/i], smudges of blue. Dawn encroaches slow like a sauntering lover, embraces of light tingling on the precipice of shadows malformed and conglomerated within a stringent domicile delegated unto all who aspire to Oakridge being home. Barren walls, sparse furnishings, efficient and collected means of minuscule luxury barely afforded in trade of militaristic ideals and traditions long since forged. Thickets of prickled ruffs and swishing hindquarters barbed in sleek thorns prowled betwixt these walls, quivering within variant shades and wisps against each form of beastial projection; they were beloved of the slumbering form beneath them, gaping maws of shimmering fire that roared under the promise of a terrifying furnace, some laid atop one another in phantasmal warps of comfort - blanketed over slender shoulders and a lissome poise. 

Every morning Liesabet Abendroth awoke, it was always the same, a continuous cycle of warped darkness that hissed and snarled, each noise a blossom behind the eyes of her shuddering mind awash in eldritch dreams. She inhaled, lips parted, skin peeling, chapped pout being tucked beneath bone as soot black lashes fluttered back, awakening within the grips of infamous anxiety that coloured her eyes in shades of blackening sapphire. Swift gestures carded through wayward tresses and their heels sunk deep into her oculus, smudging away what lingering tremors remained from her subconscious deformities.

Spirits were oft revered, respected, revealed as units of incredible power and depicted within symbolism to leadership qualities and overall uniqueness. Glimmering eyes of silver stretched onward, swallowing up blackened jaws and jowls peeled wide, unblinking and unwavering before winking out in remarkable glimmers of pale light with golden fringes. Such acclaim was without in her heart, instead replaced by a crippling fear and un-want of their harbour. Liesabet inhaled with their spiritual wavers through the flaring of her nostrils and lips, whistling breath caught against her teeth and tongue until her cavity buckled and fell, collapsing on a gasp of breath as florescent bulbs flickered on and found herself nestled against the spartan comforting of her dorm corner; snug at the apex of her walls and hidden yonder the farthest border of her desk. Holographic azure flickered to life in a series of numbers and frequencies, immediately channeling to a central broadcast privy to Intelligence officials, these sorts of boards were compiled with brief exchanges of information and delegations for the day, a sort of schedule one adhered to ensure the smooth functions of the Academy. Such detailing was included of important reminders to U.D.F inclusions, all scrawled and printed under the bold title of her handle: [i]Ulva.[/i]

Liesbet Abendroth palmed swiftly through the interface, fingers relaxed and arched, her gestures held within elegance per her natural dexterity through every pass of notification and interaction; upgrades on the current politic standpoint, brief summarization to the war front, all processed with near likeness of indifference. The digital clock programmed within the top right corner, combined with an analog representation told her the day was still young, enough to ensure a regiment of exercise for the day, another moment given for her attend her daily visit to her superiors; they never addressed her by name though, only by title, and the dissociation was both degrees of numbing and a reprieve. Liesabet lowered her fingers from the device at the chime of her mobile, knowing immediately who her sender was. Each morning found her the recipient of these unique messages, coded different every dawn, always translated easily within her mind, as such was their kinship. She pinned in her code, tapped her nail against the fortified glass and allowed the passings of a smile to grace her otherwise lax features. [i]A crown within the sun, blinking over the waves, allow not the tide to pull you under, less you find yourself impaled upon the rocks.[/i]

Liesabet immediately responded in kind, the same symbols inverted, to reverse the original missive and sent it through just as the announcement came to. The intercoms and deployment surrounding such was known to her days prior, uttered through her ear by the flutter of a secretive mouth, a bite against skin, a slip against her flesh that brought with it a flutter of excitement centred low in her being. Threat was spreading, resources were threatened, such that she herself had sought to securing and fortifying through a Hunt she had only just returned from perhaps a fortnight prior. Thus, it was only a given and deemed appropriate that she attend the front line to reestablish the vitality of those resources she had gained through her initiative.  

[i]First things first...[/i]

Her mind was awash in routine, mechanic responses bidden to static receptors of her, currently, tempered nerves. She dressed within monochrome colours, charcoal on black, and faded greys beneath, the bindings of athletic wear combined with mesh support and breathable material shucked over slender calves and the sheath of her weapons from her foot locker attached to the suspension units modified into all of her wardrobe. 

She pauses.

The holographic screening embedded into her cabin is programmed to her phone, so the mission details are well within view when she reads her orders within earnest, scrutinizing. There are numbers, codes, the digitization that of Guardian identification and their destination included with a brief inclusion of the current plight. She recognizes one, but not all, comforted by Celise's well read epitaph and worrisome to those inducted through this deployment; she's a lonely soul burdened under solo inclinations and performance. She reaches for her daggers next, her grasp tightened perhaps more than required and houses them within place before immediately sending another message to Celise, this time inquiring to her whereabouts.

She hasn't really seen in her some odd days, encumbered by their careers and occupations, but also through that Celise socialized with those that she did not.     

Liesabet spared her rooming once last glance before departing swiftly, she donned for muffled foot wear, the sort of alteration provided as a necessity and made passage through the atrium. Her fingers poised and danced over decorative plants, the flora disturbed briefly by her touch and the pale cantering of a wolfish apparition suddenly banking at her heels.[/color][/indent][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/9IEk1c3.png[/img][/center]


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[indent][color=d0c8c2]The Garage was already well swarmed with activity, voices piling through silence until found loud and chaffing, causing Liesabet to still at the entrance and locked inside observation. She had made a brief detour in her route, having purchased various Catalysts suited to her means of prowess, all within place and purpose to the military grade rucksack that often accompanied her to her Hunts and other assignments. She found Celise easily, silver hair and pale complexion, against the austere physical enthusiast, surrounded by those known by name, but hardly by heart. 

She flinches then. Body rigid, fur bristled, her bones aching within flesh and her teeth hard against one another in a rigid grimace.
[i]Duke Knight.[/i]

Liesabet inhales sharply, a hiss of discomfort fluttering against bone and skin. Fate would find it done that he be assigned to this contingent, along side one she found beloved, and others who rarely saw to friendship outside those that bore likeness to their interests and habits. The she-wolf betwixt her heart and soul bays wildly, a mournful howl that clutches against her ribs, caving them inward as the sallow canine eternally warped at her feet begins to slink along the walls, stalking around their banter. She knows well the typically assigned carrier, spacious and well armoured, the belly of the A.P.C 94 her intention as Liesabet bid herself to stealth and silence. She could easily speak to Celise later on, and by now her secondary message would've been received, thus she slid her slender fingers through her dual shaded threads of hair, disturbing them briefly to shutter across the blue of her shied away stare before sheltering her weapons and supplies within the hull's supplied compartments and climbing silently board.

The humming of acknowledgment to that she wasn't the only individual to the same intentions of hurrying their departure snapped her glare upward, the oblique preview of ashen blues through her lashes intensified by the shadow of tresses treading across her jaw. Liesabet hardly knew Montero Timberson, but her pause was enough to indicate some form of familiarity as her head canted to one side, eyes flickering downward, over his attire, before ticking within slow increments to his careful veneer. She proffered a nod within greeting, lips parted as if to speak, a whisper of a inquiry and then some baited on her tongue before selecting her own seat, off to the left, her head bowed.[/color][/indent][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/9IEk1c3.png[/img][/center]