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"Really." Jia said, her voice dry as sand. She ran the implications over in her mind, and she liked little of it.
"Owl communication needs to stop. It's not secure. That letter could have contained any number of curses or traps. I've said this before and I'll likely say it again." She drew out the small, battered flip-top device and set it on the table. "Get a fucking cell phone!"
Wizardry communications were ludicrous, and their ignorance of or refusal to adapt to modern technology was more than merely inconvenient, it was deadly. "Who, in the name of God, sent the owl? The Fidelius Charm is not an impervious defense! None of you are children, use your heads." She let out her breath, her eyes blazing. A moment later she was ice again. "Aldenburg Manor is compromised. Even if this one is in earnest he was able to find and intercept our owl. We need to abandon this base."
She let the hang in the air for a moment. "As for the traitor, it's an opportunity we can't pass up. We have to do this. I'll make contact, my being a member of the Ashes is public knowledge." She'd made sure of that. "The rest of us should lay a trap. Those of you who aren't well known stake out the location early, make sure there's not a bomb or pack of dementors. The rest hold back as reinforcements."
"Owl communication needs to stop. It's not secure. That letter could have contained any number of curses or traps. I've said this before and I'll likely say it again." She drew out the small, battered flip-top device and set it on the table. "Get a fucking cell phone!"
Wizardry communications were ludicrous, and their ignorance of or refusal to adapt to modern technology was more than merely inconvenient, it was deadly. "Who, in the name of God, sent the owl? The Fidelius Charm is not an impervious defense! None of you are children, use your heads." She let out her breath, her eyes blazing. A moment later she was ice again. "Aldenburg Manor is compromised. Even if this one is in earnest he was able to find and intercept our owl. We need to abandon this base."
She let the hang in the air for a moment. "As for the traitor, it's an opportunity we can't pass up. We have to do this. I'll make contact, my being a member of the Ashes is public knowledge." She'd made sure of that. "The rest of us should lay a trap. Those of you who aren't well known stake out the location early, make sure there's not a bomb or pack of dementors. The rest hold back as reinforcements."
We still doing this, Mystech?
That's good, Amelian. One minor problem, you sort of switch between third and first person perspectives, and we'll be writing this from the third person. Other than that you're good.
Jia entered, schooling her features into a neutral expression. Personal feelings aside this was important, so she just took her seat in silence, momentarily locking gazes with each member of the Ashes as she entered and as the few others followed. She had never gained the sense of noble camaraderie with these men and women that she had with the Order. None of them inspired her or had her admiration, just a grudging respect, and she suspected they felt more or less the same about her.
"Aldenburg." She acknowledged their host with a curt nod.
"Aldenburg." She acknowledged their host with a curt nod.
Jig said
I rather get the feeling Jia doesn't like Albert.
That's crazy talk.
Osrick and Cassandra Pendaghast I mean Alaric are both great.
Yeah, we're still accepting.
Mystech, I'm confused as to why he wears this suit. In Star Wars they have easy access to technology to heal spinal injuries, from bacta immersion to getting a new spine cloned to just getting a bionic spinal implant. If it were just armor it would make perfect sense. It's also intended to be several years since the fall of the Republic and the fragmentation of the Jedi Order.
I have to veto the super-Lightsaber. It doesn't matter how much juice you pump into a lightsaber, you can't cut through another lightsaber blade.
The character has an incredibly powerful force ability and is in general quite powerful with the Force, and is simultaneously a master of the lightsaber to the point that he has created his own style - pick one or the other, not both.
Mystech, I'm confused as to why he wears this suit. In Star Wars they have easy access to technology to heal spinal injuries, from bacta immersion to getting a new spine cloned to just getting a bionic spinal implant. If it were just armor it would make perfect sense. It's also intended to be several years since the fall of the Republic and the fragmentation of the Jedi Order.
I have to veto the super-Lightsaber. It doesn't matter how much juice you pump into a lightsaber, you can't cut through another lightsaber blade.
The character has an incredibly powerful force ability and is in general quite powerful with the Force, and is simultaneously a master of the lightsaber to the point that he has created his own style - pick one or the other, not both.
The Ashes - she couldn't have come up with a more appropriate name for this collection of castoffs. Whoever had come up with the name had intended to evoke imagery of the Phoenix arising from it, but all she could see was a last ember, the glow all but faded. This war was all but over, and The Dark Lord had won. There were times Jia wanted them to call it quits just so she could have a drink.
She slammed her fist into the bag, twisted into a kick that set it to swinging. She wasn't much of a fighter in hand to hand, but keeping options open was important. Plus she didn't know many better ways to work off this black depression other than reducing a Death Eater to ashes. A smirk tugged at her lips as her mind came back to the word, maybe that was what they were really trying to evoke. Maybe Voldemort would win, but they'd make sure all he reigned over was ashes.
That was what she wanted, anyway. She had a feeling her fellows weren't on the same page as her in that department. Aldenburg - the thought sent a surge of anger through her, which became a quick one-two strike on the bag's center - was only a little better than the Slytherin scum she'd known in school, trading overt hatred for this faux-Victorian aristocratic condescension. Working with the man was bad, living with him was worse, and having to be grateful for using his house just about turned her stomach.
Although...a chuckle came out of her, and she lowered her hands. There was a certain comedy in him being in a position where he had to work with her. If he made her angry, she must make him apoplectic. She peeled off her gloves and stepped away from the bag before drawing her wand and flicking it, envisioning the result. A moment later the heavy bag had turned back into a creepy, dead oak tree. She flicked her eyes at her watch and grimaced - meeting, wonderful.
"Tergeo." She tapped her wand to her t-shirt and jeans, the sweat flowing out of them and leaving her dry. She strapped her wand holster back onto her shoulder, then pulled her denim jacket over it. Practicality of a bulky robe in combat aside, she had developed something of a fondness for making sure that Aldenburg remembered that he was working with a mudblood, and wearing muggle clothes was just another part of that. Jia turned and headed for the house, her seething anger subsiding as she pulled her cold, focused detachment to the fore. Petty acts of irritation against an asshole colleague aside, it was time to work.
She slammed her fist into the bag, twisted into a kick that set it to swinging. She wasn't much of a fighter in hand to hand, but keeping options open was important. Plus she didn't know many better ways to work off this black depression other than reducing a Death Eater to ashes. A smirk tugged at her lips as her mind came back to the word, maybe that was what they were really trying to evoke. Maybe Voldemort would win, but they'd make sure all he reigned over was ashes.
That was what she wanted, anyway. She had a feeling her fellows weren't on the same page as her in that department. Aldenburg - the thought sent a surge of anger through her, which became a quick one-two strike on the bag's center - was only a little better than the Slytherin scum she'd known in school, trading overt hatred for this faux-Victorian aristocratic condescension. Working with the man was bad, living with him was worse, and having to be grateful for using his house just about turned her stomach.
Although...a chuckle came out of her, and she lowered her hands. There was a certain comedy in him being in a position where he had to work with her. If he made her angry, she must make him apoplectic. She peeled off her gloves and stepped away from the bag before drawing her wand and flicking it, envisioning the result. A moment later the heavy bag had turned back into a creepy, dead oak tree. She flicked her eyes at her watch and grimaced - meeting, wonderful.
"Tergeo." She tapped her wand to her t-shirt and jeans, the sweat flowing out of them and leaving her dry. She strapped her wand holster back onto her shoulder, then pulled her denim jacket over it. Practicality of a bulky robe in combat aside, she had developed something of a fondness for making sure that Aldenburg remembered that he was working with a mudblood, and wearing muggle clothes was just another part of that. Jia turned and headed for the house, her seething anger subsiding as she pulled her cold, focused detachment to the fore. Petty acts of irritation against an asshole colleague aside, it was time to work.
Arlana has no idea where she's going, so she and Drell could easily walk into the Atrium or the Hangar.
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