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Noble Arms: The ASEAN War - Thread Three, the Darkest Hour

Cristina Bernardino

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Cristina didn't waste anytime as she immediately made use of her own powers. The bullets are too slow against her honed reactions, a simple blink made her closer to guards compared to their guns. She couldn't rely on her flames due to the fire suppressing systems so she will do this the old fashioned way.

A slash would cut one of the bodyguard's arms cutting it off, there won't be a time for a shout before she slashed another's head off. A blink will send her to the back stabbing another man's chest. A bullet landed on her shoulder and was promptly ignored. This is not a fight, it a one sided slaughter.

She didn't need to defend, if no one can keep up with her attack.

She would continue her assault, if not for a timely message.

"Time to leave." her voice muttered as she blinked to Victor silently held him with her blooded arm and blink to the range where she could Mirage space on everyone.

Labored breaths can heard from Cristina as she checked if everyone is ready to leave.

Blood Under Moonlight

Marcus let out a sweat drop from his forehead. It's him and an enemy alone with no foreseeable reinforcements. There will be no second chances and the question of who will get to walk away is going to be decided by a game of chicken.

"This is Bumble Sting of the EDF." his distorted voice spoke matter of factly as he pressed on. He has no interest at being an aggressor or surrendering a good advantage to his enemy.

"If I want to shoot you in the back we won't be having this conversation." He pointed out as he stabilized his aim at the torso just slightly above the cockpit, just one click and battle will be over but not yet.

"I have no reason to face you in the open, so you either disable that walker or I'll destroy it at the count of three." he announced as the other began hearing a count.

"One!"

"Two!"

"BANG!"

There is no three because Marcus would rather be liar than a dead man.

Blood Under Moonlight

I'll take that

Blood Under Moonlight

Yeah but it wasn't it was a mecha from Shangri-la Frontier called Kingfisher

Blood Under Moonlight

Found this while watching this is a better image for Bumblesting

Blood Under Moonlight

The Bumblesting begin operating to its at maximum mobility capacity, giving considerable strain to him and the machine. At this situation he had no one rely but himself and singular mistake might mean death.

He cannot afford to die, he needed to go back.

He cannot leave Elizabeth be alone.

Marcus took a deep breath as Bumblesting have chase to what he thinks is an enemy Myrmodon. Firing shots at the slightest indication of movement even as he speaks through open channels.

"Unknown Myrmodon, I suggest you surrender and you'll get to keep your life."

Eidolon: Conspiracy Theory

Ashley nodded at the Crow's words although it is clear to her that said sentience is giving Crow few problems. Maybe she could lend a hand...

"I assume that it also puzzled you at times." she noted, not asked to the Crow. "Human societies tend to be very complicated and ceremonial after all."

Her voice is laced with a bit of cynism. Ashley is a human studying history and even she can't help but perplexed at times after all.

"Don't be afraid to ask me any questions you have, I'll do my best to answer." she offered to the Crow as she sat on a nearby bench. Wait that laundry shop has a Help Wanted on the window.

That could wait, helping Nevermore goes first.

Eidolon: Conspiracy Theory

"Good day, Ashley," he said. He glanced over at Mario's. "Am I to assume your surveying the area in which we had our brush with death? Fear not, for I have informed the other crows of the man who attacked us, and they will be keeping an eye out for him and any other shenanigans that may happen in the area."

The Crow had yet to grasp the idea of small talk, it seemed.

Ashley's thoughts snapped back to reality as she try to find the source of the voice her eyes would soon on the Crow's and a sigh of relief escaped her mouth, she is getting a bit more paranoid these days.

And perhaps she should really be.

"Nevermore right? That is actually a good call, I don't how we're going to take advantage of that but information is always a good thing to have." she addressed the Crow with Emily's given name, she must admit that it was far better than Corvid, the name she planned to bestow. It appears that literature is a good source of names for pets.

"I'm not really scouting per se, more like searching for some side hustle." she admitted to the Crow as raised her old phone to pretend that she is taking a call before nodding to Nevermore. He probably didn't have a concept of money and paid labor as a crow.

"How's the first days of being sentient treating you, I could give some advice but your case is novel in my perspective."

Maybe someone from the Organization would give him a better advice but the topics they could discuss are quite few.

After Era Mythos

Phoebe Lunetta when she's not Elpis the Maiden of Hope

After Era Mythos

Elpis: The Maiden of Hope

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A family diner clandestine sponsored by Aspera

Text Message

R. Pride: heard you have your first unscripted incident congrats
P. Hope: Are you available? Need advice
R. Pride: something happened, I want to rest bother someone else
P. Hope: Dinner, my treat
R. Pride: on my way, no take backs

Moon Arrow's parting words kept echoing in Phoebe's head. She would be lying if what she said weren't painful but that wasn't what keeps living in her head rent free. What keeps that moment playing on her was what she had seen with her 'sixth sense'.

An endlessly deep chasm where both she and Moon Arrow are standing in opposite edges, chilling winds dissuade any thought to cross as count spikes promised a messy death. If she need to use words the ones she will use are deep seething hate.

She expected to something like this to happen but on a villain not to a fellow hero like her.

She needed a second opinion and after some deliberation she decided to ask for hers.

She doesn't want to go to her brother unless there no other options.

Sir Boris and the management would only step in when the situation is serious or to provide them information.

And Scheherazade is immediately thrown out because she will definitely use it in a scheme. If she was asked, she would make a brilliant villain with her 'flair'.

So she took a seat at one of the tables as she waited for Pandora because a villain might give her the foresight she needed.

Her wallet is going to cry she just hopes she won't add take outs like last time.