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γ€Œ 𝚊𝚍𝚟. πš πš›πš’πšπšŽπš› 」 γ€Œ πšŒπš˜πš—πšŒπšŽπš™πšπšžπšŠπš• πš—πš˜πšŸπšŽπš•πš’πšœπš 」 γ€Œ πšπš›πšŠπš™πš‘πš’πšŒ πšπšŽπšœπš’πšπš—πšŽπš› 」 γ€Œ πšπš›πšŠπšπš’πšπš’πš˜πš—πšŠπš• πšŠπš—πš πšπš’πšπš’πšπšŠπš• πšŠπš›πšπš’πšœπš 」 γ€Œ πšŠπš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πšπš’πš›πšŽπš 」

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checking in. β™₯
sick shit going around. depending on how things work out tomorrow and then Sat. I have time on Sunday evening too to work on a post.
In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
checking in!
We have something going around at work, the one time I'm not sick, everyone around me is. So short staffed this week, getting caught up on posting maybe tomorrow evening into the next morning!
In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
oof. I lied. But I'm all caught up now.
we had a Harry Potter themed wedding on Saturday.
In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Gunna play catch up through tomorrow and get a post out for Sam after work.

DAY 1 γ€Šγ€‹ RD-PRS [Research Wing] γ€Šγ€‹ Afternoon γ€Šγ€‹ @Rockette@DeadDrop@Prisk@Salsa Verde@Aeolian

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Scylla Fluerane is quiet.

She is the sole representation of contemplation and thought, of will and force bridled within a frame that is all too relaxed and knowing.

She remembers and she listens, every muttered theory and truth coiled into a series of pinpointed words and utterances that cycle on repeat through her mind. The voice and peeling wail sire betwixt her ears, mind awash in the crescendo of a wraith like creature spun high as the waves crashing on Tenebre shores. Scylla's spirits ebb and flow, lulled and seduced by the mention of the legendary Archon, by the glow of Aether, yet not disturbed by the felled undead now at her booted feet. She did not hesitate and she did not waver, because it was recognition and know-how that inspired her blows and saw the reanimated slain.

Because there was Section H - Hellon Fort.

"I've seen something like this before." It's a muttered confession, her shiv maneuvered to balance upon her arachnid gestures, infected blood oozed and malicious in the red-black gleam under florescent lights. She bends, wipes it clean, feeling just almost out of place. Science and disease and cures are beyond her measure, no, Scylla thrived on conspiracies and fallen-from-grace, on battle and darkness and waves of the deep... "I was - " a careful glance. "-stationed with Ben weeks ago, before. Well, before." Scylla deigns to sit, reclined as a Queen upon a throne, one leg crossed over the other at the knee and arms folded at her bust. Contemplative.

"It was a basic rotation for me, he had been there for a couple weeks or so. But it took only a couple of nights before these things began stalking the night. It only happened on our patrols. I don't know if - maybe - it was related." She vaguely tossed her head, her stare of blue-black stark against her skin; harsh and unyielding. "We went out, once, hunted them down. Some of the average stigma and something else. Almost like the -" she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge the designation of zombie. " - Undead."

"At the time, command said nothing of it, let it go. They said." Scylla glances toward Emilia. "I was shipped out not long after, Hellon Fort - I heard - was suddenly labeled unsafe and out of commission a week after that. Convenient."

Just like this sudden revelation.

She dare not utter of the last inquiry Ben bequeathed her in the shadows, blood and bone and darkness their heralds, she felt it as if the dawn was never meant to come, and the moon guttered as he whispered - what lies within the depths of the Lullin Sea.

Did he dare seek another Archon, if she even slumbered still in those endless waves. They could - would - never know. Scylla refused to answer and refused to speak of such now, it would benefit none but to complicate their objective further. However.

"A couple of days ago, I received news that there were signs of strange creatures in the waters off of Junon Port. Along with unmarked ships. It's a trade port Tenebre allies with closely." She was careful of how much she conveyed, for she did not trust none outside of what she and her mother had shared. "Perhaps.. it's related. Somehow." Scylla rocked back, only slight, peering through her lashes and casting their rake upon Robert's profile.

"It is risky. But we're SWARG. Risk is in that very name." Scylla carefully rose to her feet, graceful, a presence that alluded to her heritage. "Either one is a potential lead - point of interest if you will. But, I suppose it depends on what you tell command." It was a dulcet suggestion cloaked in a drawl, head canted and her glare now pinned on both ResDiv scientists and their Captain.
feeling much-much better.
post coming tomorrow. β™₯
I’ve had a nasty freakin’ cold all week.
Goal is to post up after this weekend’s wedding and shit. Thanks!
It’s all a part of the WarDiv propaganda.
In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Prisk
oof. Yes mommy. β™₯
In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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