[center][h3][color=00a99d]『𝔼𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥』 [/color][/h3][/center]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FWMorlL.png[/img][/center]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center][hr][center][color=00a99d]𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   ℤ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟘𝟘[/color][/center][hr]

Real generous of the invaders, to have the alarm sound just as he was waking for his morning workout. Dressed in the usual tank top and sport shorts, Ernie was instantly alert as he was hurried to the tunnels with the rest of the team, his mind only coming to the worst of conclusions.

Fracture, again. They were finally going to be finished off, weren’t they?

Bad times only worsened as panicked staff streamed into the escape room. Gregory and Angelique. El. El, where could she have possibly gotten to? She’d said so herself, the servants here didn’t have the gifts for combat. Gregory and Angelique at least had a chance to defend themselves, but the maid? Stress piled on stress. Fists clenched and unclenched, itching for a pistol to fiddle with in this harrowing wait. Ernie sat against the wall, grimacing, struggling but ultimately unable to think of why Unit B would be targeted specifically. Hadn’t D.C. been enough?

The buzzcut Aberration curled further into himself, a frustrated hiss escaping through grit teeth. There wasn’t enough information. He needed to be out there or at least [i]somewhere[/i]. The standstill was choking his senses. He just needed to know. He just—

[hr][i]The ocean raged, ravenous and fearful. Darkness engulfed everything, the only sources of light being the cord keeping him aloft and the swatches of white light swirling around him. There was something colossal in the inky water. Wrathful and foreboding. He’d surely drown if they met. Yet the whiteness protected him.

A monochrome war.

Ernie was safe for now. White-knuckled hands clung to a rope. Drenched yet shining, suspended in mid-air. Hanging from nothing. It had no origin in sight and despite the furious storm underneath, despite the uncertainty that was this braided phenomenon, for once the boy was not afraid.

He merely held on for dear life.[/i]
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The boy tilted forward as he regained his senses, catching himself at the last second. His mind felt…something was wrong with it. But there was no time to dwell. Aldrich, the head of the house from what he’d heard, burst in with the information he’d been dreading. 

[color=f7976a]“Amigos do Pai.”[/color]

Not the aimless Fracture. These attackers had a goal. Ernie wasn’t sure if this was any better.

[color=f7976a]“Elvia is—” “Dead until proven otherwise.”[/color]

[i]No.[/i]

[color=f7976a]“I need to remain here and make sure they buy time if they attack the house.”[/color]

‘Buy time’. The markless butler didn’t think he was going to win. Of course he wasn't going to, he didn't even have powers. People were going to die for these subnaturals.

Ernie curled his hands. Between the sadistically low odds of survival and the dumbass teammates that were actually considering staying to fight, he didn’t think he could take much more of this. 

No one here had any fucking clue what they were up against.

[color 00a99d]“The Amigos aren’t a fight we’re going to win,”[/color] he drawled lowly. Unhelpful, he knew that, but it needed to be said. [color 00a99d]“Anyone with the balls to attack USARILN property will eat us alive.”[/color]