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EchoicChamber
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STATUS: Much to the surprise of everyone, I am not dead. 4 yrs ago
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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
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@Claw2k11 Thanks, dude! I appreciate it.
@Claw2k11 Yo, I'm not sure if Maddie would know about Aran's project, cause he's a Knight Commander that's visiting from another base. Plus, I intend for Maddie to not know about some of the things that happen at Central Base yet, so he can be properly horrified when he does find out, haha. Would you be willing to edit it, if it's not too much of a bother?
EDIT: Also, @The Jest, consider Arron approved! I'd still like to work with you a bit more on John before he's approved, though. :)
EDIT: Also, @The Jest, consider Arron approved! I'd still like to work with you a bit more on John before he's approved, though. :)
Erubescian Citadel
“Oh- excuse me- pardon me- I’m so sorry-”
The rapid drumming of heels against marble echoed through the Erubescian halls as Madison weaved through the throng, eyes wide with blatant dismay. Normally, a fresh face stumbling through a crowd wouldn’t be too much to bat an eye at- new recruits were often found running around in a similar manner when late- but anyone who looked closely enough would find the glint of a polished Knight Commander badge hastily pinned to his lapel. The few who did politely stepped out of the researcher’s way as he sprinted forward, but for the most part, he was forced to duck and stumble and blurt out breathless apologies.
It was entirely his own fault, really. He had found himself distracted in his wandering, and by the time the call had come, Madison had gotten himself completely and utterly lost. The directions had left him more bewildered than anything, and he was sure that, by now, his fellow Commanders’ first impression of him would be far less than favorable. He skidded around a corner, then another, then knocked straight into one before shaking himself off and keeping on his way.
By the time he reached the meeting room, he had nearly dashed right past it before he caught himself. Swallowing thickly, Madison took a moment to compose himself before he entered. Brushed out the front of his blouse. Rearranged the folders held tightly to his chest. Straightened up his hair a bit. As he did so, he noted a young man dozing against the wall, but Madison chose to let him be. Poor fellow looked exhausted.
Taking a deep breath, the researcher pushed the doors open with his shoulder, sliding in with an incredibly apologetic look on his face. “I’m very sorry for how long I took,” he said. “Your base is much larger than mine- quite lovely, too, if I might add- and, ah…” Madison gave a sheepish grin. “I’m afraid I had a hard time finding my way.”
His face was visibly flushed with exertion, appearance dishevelled by his flight. His voice was somewhat raspy and noticeably short of breath, but it still held the usual soft, airy tones that made his gender even more difficult to recognize. Clutching his paperwork a little closer to his chest, Madison sidled his way over to the slice of table marked with his name and took a seat, smiling and murmuring polite greetings to his neighbors under his breath.
I've been around.
@LorelleQuips Approved! c:
@Mistory That's fine! It's my job as GM to answer any questions y'all might have, so I don't mind at all.
@Mistory Be as colorful as you want! No restrictions on swearing and the like whatsoever. c:
I feel like it would be kind of silly to restrict cursing when there's torture, body horror, and other dark themes afoot, haha.
I feel like it would be kind of silly to restrict cursing when there's torture, body horror, and other dark themes afoot, haha.
@Mistory It depends on where you are location-wise. If you're in an area where there's more flora growing, there will probably be a lot more to find than in the general ash. There's probably a decent amount of rats, rabbits, lizards and sometimes frogs to find around if you're looking in the right places, and a lot of birds. You might stumble upon the occasional wild dog pack most likely, and other critters along those lines. Like I said, it really depends on where you are and how badly off the place you are in is. Does that make sense, or would you like some more clarification?
It was the beginning of a new day.
The sun rose with lazy surety into the sky, stretching its rosy fingers across the landscape. It tinted the world golden- the city skylines, the ruins, the sprawling ashland. A lovely morning, really, to those who were awake to see it.
Dawn had woken up not long ago, after Pierrot dropped by to shake her up for her shift. It was unnecessary by this point- most of the others would be rising soon, anyway, so there wouldn’t be need for a watch until night rolled around again- but she had the feeling that the clown just wanted to sneak in as much sleep as he could before things got too busy. It was hard to blame him, really. The move had left many of them exhausted as it stood.
They had been living in Helton for a time, the forsaken Erubescian city of corpses and curses. An eerie, rather unpleasant place, but decent enough once some of the...old residents had been properly cleared out. Livable. Safe enough to start feeling somewhat homey, at the very least. Unfortunately for them, it hadn’t taken too long for them to be found- Liberty forces swooping in to flush them all out. They had barely managed to grab what they could before escaping, and it had taken nearly a week for them to find somewhere else that was relatively suitable to live.
The ranch had been long abandoned, that much was for certain. What remained of the fencing was now just a few stubbly pieces of wood rising from the ground, and most of the stable’s roof had caved in by now. There were several places in both the house and barn alike where some of the panelling had rotted away, and the floors had been littered with rat spoor, white and powdered with age. But the roof over their head kept out the weather. There had been a treasure trove of canned and preserved goods in the pantries and cellar. It was secluded enough that there was no sign of other Gifted life for miles, at the very least. As far as shelters went, this one seemed satisfactory.
Still, there was much to be done to get things in full working order. To keep her mind occupied. Pulling her hair into its usual neat side-plaiting, Dawn made her way to the house’s office, stepping as quietly as possible so as to not disturb the group. Like some others, she had been combing the property for supplies, although her eye was on one thing in particular- maps. Most of the ones she had found were heavily outdated by now, but they still had their worth in the lay of the land. Old streets, locations where a town or store or neighbor’s house might be located. They’d likely be doing another sweep today, and any bit of information helped.
What scraps of paper she had found had been spread across the desk, kept pinned in place with stones and chunks of brick. Several were written over with markings and notes, while others were still relatively blank. Ones that hadn’t yet been put to use. Dawn drew an old pencil stub from her pocket and leaned over the table, idly thumbling the point as she looked the sheets over. Her Gift was left active- range pushed as far as she could without draining too much of her energy. She was still on watch, after all.
Dawn got to work.
Life went on.
It was hardly uncommon to find the Head of Espionage slumped over across her desk, head burrowed into her arms- especially so early in the morning. It also wasn’t particularly strange for her to largely stick to her office and the local coffee machine for the first few hours of the day, a distant, unfocused sort of look on her face. As such, Heather being seen shuffling determinedly down the halls, tablet in hand, was a somewhat momentous occasion.
In all truth, Heather wanted nothing more than to return to the comfort of her dimly-lit room, but there was business to be done. Preparations for the Infiltration had been trudging on for some time now, and it seemed about time to drop by and see how they were going for herself. It was a very important mission, after all, and required very particular attentions. Especially with a few fresher Agents on the team.
Returning what greetings were thrown her way, she made her way to the little room where the Agents would be keeping up the practice. A sort of amusement flickered in her chest. Perhaps it was unprofessional, but Heather couldn’t help but enjoy seeing batches of fresh spies struggling to get into the Erubescian style. Walking with odd, pigeon-like steps, hamming up their lines, chugging down wine and gagging at the taste. The mission itself was a grave, grave matter, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get some enjoyment in what came before.
Putting on her best “I am professional” look (which largely consisted of her slumping further into her chair, strands of hair dangling loosely in her face), Heather lifted her tablet, began clicking idly away, and waited for the recruits to arrive.
The sun rose with lazy surety into the sky, stretching its rosy fingers across the landscape. It tinted the world golden- the city skylines, the ruins, the sprawling ashland. A lovely morning, really, to those who were awake to see it.
Dawn had woken up not long ago, after Pierrot dropped by to shake her up for her shift. It was unnecessary by this point- most of the others would be rising soon, anyway, so there wouldn’t be need for a watch until night rolled around again- but she had the feeling that the clown just wanted to sneak in as much sleep as he could before things got too busy. It was hard to blame him, really. The move had left many of them exhausted as it stood.
They had been living in Helton for a time, the forsaken Erubescian city of corpses and curses. An eerie, rather unpleasant place, but decent enough once some of the...old residents had been properly cleared out. Livable. Safe enough to start feeling somewhat homey, at the very least. Unfortunately for them, it hadn’t taken too long for them to be found- Liberty forces swooping in to flush them all out. They had barely managed to grab what they could before escaping, and it had taken nearly a week for them to find somewhere else that was relatively suitable to live.
The ranch had been long abandoned, that much was for certain. What remained of the fencing was now just a few stubbly pieces of wood rising from the ground, and most of the stable’s roof had caved in by now. There were several places in both the house and barn alike where some of the panelling had rotted away, and the floors had been littered with rat spoor, white and powdered with age. But the roof over their head kept out the weather. There had been a treasure trove of canned and preserved goods in the pantries and cellar. It was secluded enough that there was no sign of other Gifted life for miles, at the very least. As far as shelters went, this one seemed satisfactory.
Still, there was much to be done to get things in full working order. To keep her mind occupied. Pulling her hair into its usual neat side-plaiting, Dawn made her way to the house’s office, stepping as quietly as possible so as to not disturb the group. Like some others, she had been combing the property for supplies, although her eye was on one thing in particular- maps. Most of the ones she had found were heavily outdated by now, but they still had their worth in the lay of the land. Old streets, locations where a town or store or neighbor’s house might be located. They’d likely be doing another sweep today, and any bit of information helped.
What scraps of paper she had found had been spread across the desk, kept pinned in place with stones and chunks of brick. Several were written over with markings and notes, while others were still relatively blank. Ones that hadn’t yet been put to use. Dawn drew an old pencil stub from her pocket and leaned over the table, idly thumbling the point as she looked the sheets over. Her Gift was left active- range pushed as far as she could without draining too much of her energy. She was still on watch, after all.
Dawn got to work.
Life went on.
It was hardly uncommon to find the Head of Espionage slumped over across her desk, head burrowed into her arms- especially so early in the morning. It also wasn’t particularly strange for her to largely stick to her office and the local coffee machine for the first few hours of the day, a distant, unfocused sort of look on her face. As such, Heather being seen shuffling determinedly down the halls, tablet in hand, was a somewhat momentous occasion.
In all truth, Heather wanted nothing more than to return to the comfort of her dimly-lit room, but there was business to be done. Preparations for the Infiltration had been trudging on for some time now, and it seemed about time to drop by and see how they were going for herself. It was a very important mission, after all, and required very particular attentions. Especially with a few fresher Agents on the team.
Returning what greetings were thrown her way, she made her way to the little room where the Agents would be keeping up the practice. A sort of amusement flickered in her chest. Perhaps it was unprofessional, but Heather couldn’t help but enjoy seeing batches of fresh spies struggling to get into the Erubescian style. Walking with odd, pigeon-like steps, hamming up their lines, chugging down wine and gagging at the taste. The mission itself was a grave, grave matter, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get some enjoyment in what came before.
Putting on her best “I am professional” look (which largely consisted of her slumping further into her chair, strands of hair dangling loosely in her face), Heather lifted her tablet, began clicking idly away, and waited for the recruits to arrive.
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