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Octavia Rook Octavia felt the side of her face closest to her comms grow cold, the realization that someone, Jason, had been listening in on her self-allowed ounce of catharsis. She had half a mind to start blurting out threats demanding that he keep quiet. Probably not a fight-fight, but...

The dragon's soul-strummingly sinister laugh brought Charlize out of her slumber, her eyes met with a wall of text. The finest handwriting in her collection, and admittedly up for debate on whether or not it was as fictional as she treated it. A tale of young mages based in the deserts east of...

Octavia Rook The image of Rook Supermax's remains came to Octavia as she carved away at a second column. Especially the mountain of rubble reserved for her to crawl out of. Even intact, the facility was never as top-heavy as the sim's skyscraper, but those walls beat out digi-drywall any day of...

Octavia Rook Octavia was fairly certain 'Ocho' meant "Eight,' but decided to brush it aside. Geeky as she was, Val was a sweet kid. She made a note to try and pry her away from Mint's side for an evening of something less centered around video games. "You got it. Give Decker a heart murmur for...

Penny roused from what felt like a nap that went on too long. Stray, inquiring voices pestered her like they were trying to drag her awake, but she knew better than to let them. Waking up after sleeping for so long just led to waking up uncomfortably hot, sweaty, and irritable with a side of...

Octavia Rook Octavia watched as Jason pretty much severed her only way to the upper floors. A good idea, if they were hunting literally anyone other than any of the five of them, but Octavia wasn't fluent in even one of the several languages of flight the others possessed. She could leap like...

Charlize smiled into her stew, amidst another bout of noisy noshing. Sahak and Wulfthryth were lovely fiddles, and their songs were darling, but at the end of the day, it was her playing them. What fun it was to play the well-meaning puppetmistress. She was quite certain her magic had little to...

Sat down with Willy, with a bowl of something warm and magically imbued with contentedness, there wasn't any wonder why Rega was in such a good mood. In all honesty, she forgot she was actually standing guard in Carrick's stead. Conditions weren't right for a bandit attack, anyway. Sun was out...

Octavia Rook Hearing Jason excitedly pitch his concept for a team exercise did little to lighten Octavia's mood, and hearing Mint and Val whisper about their video games in relation to it undid all his work. She never played them as a kid, none of the Rook children did. So, when the guards at...

"I'd like that." Quite well aware that Wulfthryth had her fair share of trouble socializing with the living, Charlize was half-tempted to redouble her efforts and turn the charm up to a dangerous high. But that would've been foolish. Especially so when considering the type of girl she was...

Charlize's passions, like anybody's, she mused while sat down in the circle, were dangerous without moderation. The smell of a freshly prepared meal ached her nose in a good way, and seemed to awaken her body from its 'bibliostatic coma.' Ah, yes, the stomach needs mush to turn into different...

Octavia Rook For some reason, part of Octavia expected to just forget all about what her family tried to do. Maybe even enough that they could come back together for next Christmas, where in Rook fashion, the issue would've been swept under the rug along with all the rest of their unresolved...

"Well... That's one book I might be better off burning." The journal Charlize held in her hands was a constant source of nuisance for her. There were others in her collection, with links to the 'Butcher of Westerwood,' or the 'Masked Horseman," but this particular account of an Oronian survivor...

Octavia Rook The younger ranger's excitement was flattering. Octavia supposed this was going to be something she had to get used to, gaining something akin to celebrity after all that work in the shadows. It was stranger still that her helmet was going to be the thing people recognized, rather...

Octavia Rook They'd only just met, but Octavia had a coarse read on Red already. A joker. Playful with his methods, but not his responsibilities. So when that deadpan ring to his explanation about 'putties,' something Octavia apparently should've known more about, came out, she knew whatever...

Rega couldn't deny she found Willy's laugh infectious. She must've looked odd to anyone paying her attention as they approched the center of the campsite, trying to push back the smile he so effortlessly brought to her visage. Uneasy as he might've been around the younger ones, she thought he'd...

Octavia Rook It occurred to her that Red and Pink hadn't had to face any of Rita's footsoldiers, just the big goon. In the moment she hadn't asked how the older agent knew what to call them, but 'putties' seemed as good as anything. "The guy in your support team called them putties. Mentioned...

Octavia Rook "Fuck off... Hold on, your work-wife is trying to Florence Nightingale me," Octavia looked down at the redhead attempting to tend to her closed wound and silently shooed her away. "Leave it, it's gonna look really cool when it's finished healing! It's not a real mission if you...

"Come on now... Big man like you? You can hammer a clump of steel into shape, you can hammer a skull. One thing I never liked about the army, you know. Watching the kids of smiths and butchers show up to basic training with hammers and cleavers they've held all their lives, stained with their...

Though not by name, Rega was more than familiar with the gait brushing through the grass. Tools were a dead giveaway, but she took note of their slower, heavier pace as well. An active exercise in alertness from her days as a mere footsoldier. 'Knowing the difference between a friend's footsteps...