Town Hall@Ruler Inc@Atrophy@Ciaran
Caelea was quite happy to be at the front – though it did mean knowing she’d be one of the first to see any shit, or be attacked, but she was honestly ok with that. She could handle herself (and she was glad Penny agreed that she could do something).
And she agreed with Penny about not splitting up again, though not vocally and just with a nod while remaining alert for the possibility of anything sneaking up on them.
“Well shit, this is a lot more boring folders than I ever wanted to look through in my life,” Caelea commented as the group reached the basement. “Didn’t think we’d be doing paperwork to save the world.”
It was a bad joke, she knew, but hey it lightened up her own feeling towards the task. Because if there was one thing Caelea hated it was menial work. Still she joined everyone in essentially tearing the place apart (destruction she could do).
Min had searched for a bit before approaching the computer, cautiously raising a hand to it. He’d barely used his abstraction but he’d figured out that it gave him some kind of knowledge about whatever he touched. Pushing aside the doubts he still had about the whole magic thing he placed a hand on the machine. The sigil on the back of his neck glowed.
Knowledge flickered through his mind – images of people in the past using this, of what they typed in. He could use it to get them into the computer too… if only he could figure out what part of the knowledge contained the most recent password.
He turned around to say to other others only to see Billy with a gun to his head. Maybe that was a more pressing matter.
Caelea automatically turned, but froze before she followed her instinct to move towards the Mayor. That would just result in someone (probably Billy) getting shot. Instead she put her hands up in as non-threatening a manner as possible.
“We’re not like those maniacs, believe us, we’ve been attacked by them too.” She glanced at the people around her. Fuck, diplomacy wasn’t her strong point. “We don’t want to fight you.”
Though, honestly, she could just blast both of them with air and be done with it. But with the wound the mayor had it would probably kill him or injure him even further (she didn’t exactly have much control) and… she didn’t want to do that. Hopefully someone else would say something a little more convincing.
Tuyen stuck close to Rita, roles swapped as she essentially shadowed the other girl (who been basically dragged in by Justin). She was silent and ignored the sick feeling in the gut of her stomach. She’d manage to avoid properly looking at the body but it didn’t stop the bile from rising in her throat from just the smell.
She forced herself to move away a bit to help with the searching, but still stayed reasonably close to Rita. Safety in numbers near someone you knew (and mostly trusted) right?
“I’ll get something,” Rien piped up as they got over to the handily place map. They pulled out they’re sketch book and started drawing a small hammer – the kind that could break through glass. Would save anyone injuring themselves trying to break it with a fist or doing something stupid with an offensive abstraction. “Won’t take me long.”
Of course, that was said right before the Speaker appeared. They tried to keep sketching through it but it wasn’t easy as they were pulled into a vision.
Tuyen had to force herself to not tremble when they came back to reality. So Kimberly had been right about the ice sealing something in the library. She could already hear the hellish cackling ringing in her ears. She knew it was because of her abstraction but it was so real, so close, that she couldn’t help herself from curling inwards. Breath, she just had to breath, of course there was something here that wanted to kill them. When would she get used to that and stop fucking panicking over every little thing?
It was so weak.
Still, Tuyen spoke up, voice shaking. “We should get out of here.”
Rien had to say they agreed with Tuyen, with just grabbing the map and going. Problem was none of them could seal the door up – not from what she knew of their abstractions. Though now that she thought about it, she only knew their own and Justin’s (and maybe Jordan’s, they couldn’t quite remember). Maybe one of them was hiding something that could.
“I agree, we should leave, but,” Rien narrowed their eyes at the Speaker, for once stopping and thinking for a moment. “Why are you telling us this? What do you have to gain from us knowing this? We’re not exactly jumping to join you.”
And even the vision was right, it wasn’t just the cackling thing that was a danger but also the hooded person who stole the girl’s abstraction.
“How does us knowing benefit you?”