[color=Khaki][center][h2]Desmond Mores[/h2][/center][/color] 
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Desmond's tired eyes jolted open as Erik's amplified voice rang out throughout the compound and he quickly rose halfway out of bed. [color=Khaki]"What in god's name is going on?"[/color]  

[color=gold]“REVENANTS! SIDHE! HUMANS! TO THE STRATEGY ROOM! EVERYONE! DON'T CARE HOW YOU GET THERE! WALK, FLY, ROLL, SKIP, CREEP IN, HOWEVER! JUST GET THERE!”[/color]

[color=Khaki]"What is happening now?"[/color] Desmond remarked to himself in a tired tone and slowly got out of bed. Needless to say that Desmond did not have the best sleep last night. While yes, Poppy, their medic, was tending to Amelia, and he should relax a bit about it. Desmond still worried about his sister, and sleeping with a sister of an unknown condition did not do wonders for his sleeping schedule. Since he can't just not think about it when Amelia is in the same room as him.  

Either way, Desmond quickly shook himself awake and got up and put on some clothes. A black t-shirt and some grey pants. Not caring about his hair which was a mess and took a small moment to check up on Amelia. Who as far as he can tell, she has not changed. Which is a good and bad thing, but, at least she is not getting worse. At least right now, and that could change. So with one last look at Amelia. Desmond left his room and went to the strategy room.

Once there, Desmond quickly noticed that not everyone was here yet, some maps on the table along with the crumbled remains of what looked like a megaphone. I guess someone did not like Erik's voice this morning, he thought as he turned his gaze to the table. So more than one map, which is curious and what can that mean? Are they tracking something or something else? He thought as waited for the others to arrive.