The Academics Of Eva Bianchi

The sad fact of the matter is; when you seek the truth, the answer is never going to be enough, ever.

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gabrieljudd:

the relief he felt at stepping off the bus - relatively incident free in the first leg of the journey away from the base - is slightly short lived.  it’s strange to not be thinking about a return run.  just an onward destination.  but the brevity of fresh air and a stretch of limbs is tempered by more of that sordid unknown.  a span of buildings holding… who knew what.  more open, less guarded… though hopefully not indefensible.  enough people to have eyes outward… and more peering in… making sure rooms were clear, structures held nothing lurking within.  the flying j not so much an end point as a pause.  a means to rest and recuperate.  

now he finds himself in something of a kitchen, a rear door into one of the restaurants closer to the center - fridge open, door off it’s hinges.  a smear of something black that could be old food left to rot… or a streak of dried blood.  a few upturned pots… items in disarray… though it looked more like a disturbance caused by a rapid scramble for the exit than any kind of major struggle.

it’s the clank of one of those pots which has him turning, hand moving automatically for a weapon - ready for the next battle that might present…

…the next sound, however is no snarl of hound or hiss of starving revenant… it’s something more along the lines of a slightly soft ‘thrrrpt’.  the culprit making themselves known in a casual saunter along the counter, weaving in and out of the clutter there to nudge gently at his hand.

“hello.”

“who do you belong to?”

Hurrying along as it were, every moment not spent with a book in hand really was considered a waste of time these days. I mean it wasn’t like you could go shopping or go to brunch or attend galas anymore. All things she dearly missed and pinned for. But at least she still had her studies, the end of the world wouldn’t take that little bit from her.

For now she wanted to open a rather nasty piece of hellish literature that very literally required a nasty thing each time you wanted to open it. It required a sacrifice of life, now that didn’t necessarily have to be a person as it turned out, any life would do. Mammals seemed to work best, and though she wasn’t as concerned with the sacrifice itself at the moment she wanted to find proper containers and tools for the small ritual that she could toss away. It was a messy ordeal and she didn’t feel like cleaning up her good bowls. That would be another waste of time.

So she felt the kitchen would be the best place to look and wasn’t really expecting anyone to be in there. To see who it was and what they were doing however was a pleasant surprise. “Well look at that.” Eva’s hands rested on her hips. “I think that’s the most adorable thing I’ve seen you do yet Old Man.” Eva announced her presence behind him and stepped in, eyeing around.

“For some reason I took you for a dog person, but seeing you with a cat seems more... you now that I think about it.” She opened this cabinet and that, finding a stainless steel bowl of good enough size and setting that aside on a counter.

[professorbianchi-blog]

“Well there’s a difference between believe and know isn’t there? We know demons exist, we know angels exist and that both are capable of possession. Hell’s gates exist and therefore so does hell itself, we can discern from that the existence of heaven. And though I’ve never met either entity myself I don’t think it’s a stretch to say Lucifer or God exist either, chaos is bragging it’s never just chaos this was all very planned and executed in a very war-like manner. That monolith we defeated it not the only monolith out there I promise you that... where was I?” Eva was going off on a tangent again and needed to focus back to the original point, which took her a microsecond to recall. “Oh yes, as I was saying so now that we can reason that it’s more likely than not that God does exist it becomes a question of what God is and what it wants. I know God exists, I suppose I always have, as to what the nature of God is that’s where religion comes into play. It’s cute to believe that God is love, but difficult to justify. I think, and mind you this is theory not fact, that God is an entity with an ant farm. And the point of love and hate and good and evil is entirely not the point at all. The point is... that something happens.” She took a sip of her tea.

“So no, to answer your question, I don’t believe in God. I’m sure God exists but I wouldn’t trust the fucker an inch, not if we’re just ants. Not that I hate God, I just wish he didn’t exist is more like.” Eva shifted to a more comfortable position, she was in the RV having tea and someone had come in and joined her. The conversation had taken a predictable turn, given her store of knowledge, often one of the first things people asked her was about god. She was happy to offer her thoughts on the matter, but wasn’t about to argue with anyone over it and hoped that her thoughts didn’t touch a nerve. But if they did, what were you gonna do?

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What's your greatest fear?

“Having to shop at JCPenny’s.”

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What is your favourite kind of weather?

“One that matches my mood. I can not and will not however abide the god damn desert heat. You don’t know the suffering I’ve been through as an archaeologist.”

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Which historical figure fascinates you and why?

“Jesus which one doesn’t? As of late however I’m much more focused on biblical figures. There’s so much more to them than you’d think. There’s a working theory I heard years ago at a lecture that Judas was actually possessed by a demon. I didn’t give a shit about it at the time but precisely how much interference there’s been from demons and angels alike throughout history is something I’d like to get a better understanding of. I mean the nerve of those pricks. Look at the mess that’s been made!”

“If we’re talking favorite though it’d definitely have to be Hypatia of Alexandria, for obvious reasons. The balls on that woman were legendary I still to this day pour one out for her.”

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Do you have any obsessions right now?

“I am going to harass the shit our of that Justin boy but other than that my innards are still a bit iffy so I’m finding it impossible to concentrate as much as usual. I’m working out the kinks in the weapons I’m developing right now. Which reminds me where’s Kane? The gun works now and if he wants proof I’ll shoot it at him.”

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Name three things that make you happy.

“Balenciaga, Whiskey, and an ancient scroll depicting a scandalous ritual my dear.”

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“Oh fuck I feel like I got skewered...” Eva awoke, groggy and vision blurry. The first thing she remembered was that, - “I did get skewered. Well... this calls for some whiskey then who wants some? You? You there, if I tell you where I keep my stash I’ll let you have some. I can’t see who you are but it’s a good deal come now be a good sport.” Eva bartered with an individual she couldn’t really see, she found she could not move her torso and had to crane her neck this way and that attempting to look at her surroundings. 

She was in the medical ward of the base, a place she had only been in once before, and it made her want the whiskey that much more. “I take it this means we won right? Was it a lich? I knew it had to be a lich that motherfucker. Where’s Kane he was talking shit about my gun what was wrong with it?”

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jvstinames:

Yeah…she did kind of talk a lot. It wasn’t really a problem because he did too, but so much information was hard to process even when he was properly medicated, which he guessed he was now if he was adjusting his standards. He didn’t have much seroquel left now; it was a decent supply that would buy him a few weeks more, but with talks of storming the monolith soon, he’d quietly stopped taking them. There was a never a time they worked that they didn’t feel sluggish, and Justin was beginning to suspect he was going to need to participate if only to keep an eye on his best friend.

“I’m new and a genius,” Justin confirms, joking but only partially. It’s why it frustrated Dawn so much that he’d refused to practice for so many years. She’d worked hard to become an accomplished engineer but chemistry, for Justin, had always just seemed to click. It exhausted him, and the idea of schooling repelled him, but he got it almost as simply as he could transcribe a song by ear. But his understanding was simply on paper, and couldn’t help him in the laboratory, so to speak.

He shifts his grimoire higher on his knee with a nod. She seemed knowledgeable. No point in being deceptive about it. “That’s right. It was my sister’s. My family–the Blackstones–have been alchemists for centuries. So I wouldn’t say I’m totally green, but.” He absently starts turning the ring on his hand, another heirloom to go hand in hand with their knowledge. “You know.”

He doesn’t know how to feel when she starts…dare he say ‘badmouthing’ alchemists, but maybe Justin only feels that way as an extension of his family. Which was funny because he remembers his grandmother alluding to something like that before. She’d told them stories that rung of old truths, proud fables of the alchemist that was partially Justin’s namesake, and his collaborations with witches of different sect. In a way, alchemy was neither a good art nor a dark one. The right tool for the right time. It was a sentiment he couldn’t help but share. 

“Actually,” he interrupts when Eva starts to make assumptions that get out of order. “I have a pretty decent foundation in Latin.” He pauses, forces himself to stop being a show-off long enough to realize what she’s saying…offering. Justin frowns, shifts his legs in his seat. “Are you saying you have alchemical resources dated that far back?” His eyes glimmer.

Evangeline Bianci…and him, being counted as part of the ‘next generation’ of witches. 

“I’m…Justin Ames. You sound like you have plans for us or something.”

Oh how cute, new and a genius, she smiled at that, if that was true or not was to be seen. But mention of his family name seemed to click with Eva, and she considered delving into that. Perhaps that was for a later time however. She was getting distracted, however pleasant the distraction, and if she showed up too late to Gabriel’s room he was going to bare a grudge for certain.

“A decent foundation in latin, a grimoire, that ring, and the surname Blackstone. Yes, I can see that there’s promise there indeed.” Eva mused, happy at her fortunate find. She’d have to snag this one and see what would become of him, it’d been a while since she’d taken a prodigy under her wing, and the ventures tended to be short lived. Call it bad luck, but her last promising student had been Helaine, and at the time she was more interested in her family business than furthering her studies in magic. Eva’d always thought that was a shame. 

“Oh I have many plans Mr. Ames, and many resources. We’ll get you sorted out so long as you have a will, I can find you a way.” Eva assured him cryptically, “BUT! That will have to be reserved for a later time Mr. Ames, I must be on my way, there’s a battle plan to be drawn up a Lich to kill, can you believe it? An actual fucking Lich, well I’m ninety-seven percent sure it’s a Lich but that’s close enough - anything worse than a Lich and we’re all dead anyway. Not that it’s not likely we’ll be dead in the first place but we shall try none the less!” Eva waved her papers around as if to make her point. “Gabriel might kill me first come to think of it I’ve made him wait all this time... Goodnight Mr. Ames it was a pleasure!” Eva called, whisking herself away in much the same manner she had come in, suddenly and like the wind - gone.

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jvstinames:

Justin hadn’t expected to hear the word out of anyone’s mouth besides him. A foolish expectation, maybe, but no less surprising as Justin’s attentions immediately switch to the woman who’d approached him, looking almost pleased to behold his pathetic setup. She called it charming but…he knew. It was ridiculous. But that aside…was she implying what she thought he was implying?

Justin deflated, wrists collapsing over his knees. “Yeah, it’s…’supposed to be alchemy’.” He couldn’t deny it. What he was attempting here was paltry compared to how masterfully his sister had used it. But he had to start somewhere. “Who are you? You know about it?” 

Justin frowned, his hand moving to close his grimoire defensively, as if even giving someone else a glance at a distance was too much to consider. “The spell calls for at least four different ingredients to be carefully measured, sieved and added by a practiced hand, but it’s…the least complicated one I have access to.”

Aw, the poor boy deflates, her head tilts and she gives him an imploring look at this. “Come now don’t think I’m going to judge you too harshly for your... creativity.” Yes, that was the correct kind word to use, “But you seem... forgive me for presuming, new. I can sense it in your magic. Unless you’re some masterminded genius who is masquerading as an ingenue to trick us all and wipe us out. In which case, I applaud your commitment....” She squinted at him, and then winked, she was teasing. “JUST kidding, but as I was saying, we all start somewhere, despite what some might have you believe. And besides, I’m no alchemist at all who am I to judge, I have a healthy admiration for it but I can’t swing whatever spell you’re trying to cast. Although I do know alchemy is all about precision and I’m not sure you quite have that here. - Is that an alchemeic grimoire?” She abruptly switched subjects at noticing his protectiveness of the priceless gem, an object she wouldn’t have noticed had he not given it away.

“You’re right to be careful of that. No matter whatever else you currently own that is undoubtedly the most invaluable, and it has been my experience that Alchemists in general tend to try to snag each other’s secrets. And don’t say its prejudice, it can’t be prejudice if it’s true.” She stated in her own defense, “- But you should probably learn more about the basics of your craft before continuing all of...” She motioned towards his spread with the hand pull of parchment, “...this. I have a few alchemeic grimoires and guides, an essay too I think - somewhere in my study. Do you know latin by any chance? I’m guessing you don’t since you sort of look like you belong in a boy band no offense but none the less you’re free to come by and use my resources. I’ve always thought it was important to ensure the next generation of witches have the support they need to reach their full potential.” She smiled, and then gasped lightly at the realization, “Oh my god how rude of me I didn’t even introduce myself, I completely forgot. Professor Evangeline Bianchi, feel free to just call me Eva or Professor though everyone pretty much does.” Eva rapid-fire bombarded poor Justin with a lot to take in.

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jvstinames:

@professorbianchi

For an alchemist, Justin lacked the supplies necessary to truly practice his craft. Even looking at the large number of glasses and dishes he’d managed to scrounge together from the unused parts of the AFB, it paled in comparison to his sister’s collection of glass flutes and basins that made up her modest laboratory in their atelier. If he was ever going to be effective at this, he was going to need to assemble better equipment than household dishware but for now, for the trial runs, it would have to do. 

The simplest recipes in Dawn’s grimoire were still a challenge to gather ingredients for, but Justin had managed with his heightened motivation to get his magic up to speed. He put a plan forth and sat cross-legged in front of his materials, book open on one leg, glancing at it rapidly as he turned a shallow plate full of local soil on his opposite knee. He didn’t know how useful the spell would be, but for practice, it would have to do. So he took a deep breath, scooted closer to his setup, and started to work.

Holding an assortment of parchment in one hand and a thick, old looking ragged book balanced open in another, Eva muttered to herself and walked at a brisk pace. She was navigating her way towards Gabriel’s room, they were discussing matters of the monolith and she was bringing out every piece of material she had in concordance with what she thought lorded over the garish thing. Her hair loosely twisted up, spectacles falling off of her nose and otherwise looking exactly like you might expect an academic who hadn’t slept in days and just took a nose dive into ancient scripts might seem - Eva walked at a brisk place. She wasn’t looking where she was going, and had ended up taking wrong turns as a result. Which was fine, she took the ‘long’ way plenty of times, it never failed to surprise her at how much of a labyrinth this place was, annoying more often than not.

She couldn’t help but falter and stop however, when she felt magic. It wasn’t the magic of anyone she had taken notice of, and she thought she had taken note of just about every witch their group had. Out of posterity. She didn’t need to meet them quite yet but knowing who they had in their arsenal felt important. No need for surprises, unlike hunters, witches were not always aligned towards the benign. 

Its hum reminded her of someone unsure and... frankly new. Which could have been why they flew right under her radar, powerful and confident witches had to cast a masking enchantment to hide their aura - but if you were a novice you needn’t to at all. For curiosity’s sake, Eva followed it, the hum, and followed - till she found a strange sight indeed. 

“What on earth? Is this supposed to be alchemy?” Eva didn’t introduce herself, just sort of walked right in and scrutinized the set-up before her. “Oh how charming! Creative, I mean I knew some academic farts who would kill over and die if they saw you using tubaware and bowls but they’re probably dead anyway so what the hell do they know?” She shrugged, looking at him instead of his work for the first time. 

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Create a Diversion|| Eva & Kane

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kane-e:

He’d left Bryce with only a pat on the back: a silent promise they’ll meet up afterward in one piece. Bryce was about the only person here he implicitly trusted. Two members of Bryce’s group splinter off, saying fuck it to whatever plan was in place. It irritates him but it’s to be expected: no real point in laying his trust in so many of the others.

Kane stands back, assessing before he’s running into the scrum, the final once-over of his gun. All gun’s sat comfortably in his grip even if this particular one took more convincing on his part. Something of an ‘experiment’ on Eva’s part. The weapon was enchanted. Supposedly it would provide an ‘endless’ supply of bullets.  A machete hangs on his hip, another normal gun on his back too because this weapon sounds too good to be true. 

He has his job and it’s tall, ugly and guarding the fucking gates. 

Eva talks to herself. A noise he near zones out because she was so constantly muttering to herself. He watches as she pulls something out of her bag, yells, then an explosion that opens the entrance for the others to slip through. It takes longer than the others for his ears to adjust to the bang. A faint ringing easy enough to zone out.

The guards topple over – the one furthest from him quickly gaining the fire of two others – whilst Eva just fucking goes for it. She runs in, yelling like her insults will really go through to that thick lug. Kane can’t help the sigh, maybe a slight eye-roll, at her taunting. He jogs forwards. Aiming for its head. Eva keeps it fairly occupied. Bullets ricocheting off it. 

Kane speeds up at the swing: Eva managing to duck. He leaves her in his peripheral. Stopping and loudly whistling for the guard’s attention: aiming cleaning for the side of its head. He shoots rapid-fire. A loud succession of tings and bangs as they bounce off the helmet. 

Kane has its attention. He keeps his finger on the trigger, trusting Eva’s enchantment too much. It jams. It fucking jams. “Fuck!” he checks the weapon, hitting it with the butt of his hand, backing up as the guard’s turned it’s attention to him. Kane throws it aside, pulls the rifle from his back instead. 

“Eva! Your shit doesn’t work!” he shouts, nearly running backward as he aims instead for the arm of the beast, wanting to injure it not just distract it.

A two person attack keeps the guard nicely occupied, like a pair of bear hunting dogs corralling it this way and that. And despite what the ‘bear’ in this case is - its horrific undead form, gargantuan height, clearly bullet-tough armor - the pair hunting it don’t seem intimidated in the slightest.

Eva lands upright from her roll, it appears that the guard is able to swing that huge sword much faster than she had anticipated. While the other guard seems built for thundering strength, this one’s talent is speed and better dexterity.

She’s closer to it than Kane is, she rolled in, purposefully, to get a better look. it turns to Kane and she gets a good view of its back. Nothing. The markings on the armor are not magically binding. She shoots at its knee, that pisses it off but the knee doesn’t seem phased, it actually heals. In much the same way its arm does when Kane shoots it. This might disappoint anyone else who faced these creatures, but to Eva it’s a dead giveaway. She’s prepared for the quick spin around and angry swing on the sword. Eva does something even she thinks is fucking crazy, she dives and rolls between the guard’s legs, propping up enough to shoot at the knees again. Even though the creature can heal the close range damage is enough so that she can use her natural born telekinetic abilities to shove it backwards. She doesn’t need to push all of the way, just enough so that gravity does its job to the hulking mass. She didn’t find what she was looking for at his legs or up his skirt. Necromancy required either a steady stream of magic or something that acted like a battery; crystals were the most common batteries in the magical world - And in something like sentinels, were a damn smart choice. They lasted, didn’t drain you, and you didn’t have to spare them any part of your mind or magic once set. As an added bonus, they could heal themselves, tapping into the magic stored in the crystal that gave them life. One way to take these creatures down was to exhaust the magic of course, chip away at its form until the battery ran out and it was nothing more than rubble. Given the amount of magic the lich (she could be wrong about there being a lich inside but I mean she was 97% sure it was a lich and those are really good odds) had and could afford to power these bad boys up with, that’d be a stupid fucking way to go about this.

She heard Kane about the gun, and tucks that bit of information away for later, but for now what she needs to do is, “We’re looking for a crystal! Its under his armor! Destroy it!” She shouts at Kane as she swipes her hands in the air, she’s undoing straps and pulling at clasps, and it takes enough concentration that she doesn’t quite get out of the way of the guard’s legs quick enough, she’s hooked by his calf and sent flying behind him.

The wind is entirely knocked out of her as she slides in the ice and snow. She is unable to move and she has no idea where her rifle is, but now that isn’t important. She aches and feels heavy and disoriented in a way that she’s not at all used to. Eva might pack a punch but she can’t really take one all that well. She’s rarely ever had to.

She has to get to Kane, make an opening for him, his hunter strength would take it down, especially now that he knew how. Eva doesn’t know how long it takes her to finally get up but it feels like too long, urgency and pain cause her to go quiet. Stumbling upwards she concentrates on breathing and moving forward, she’s able to sort of half jog now, good,now keep breathing. She maneuvers so that she’s behind the guard at all times. Kane is keeping it occupied, but its clear now that the crystal is not on its now bare chest. Christ everything feels so heavy. She reaches up and pulls, the invisible force she commands wiggling the helmet, she’s not close enough, she steps forward and pulls with everything she has, yanking the helmet off of the guard’s head. There, she sees it, the crystal on the back of his head, she reaches for her gun - she doesn’t have it, oh no.

The creature whirls around, upset and roaring at his exposure, his sword jabbed forward and easily sinks into Eva’s flesh. She was standing much too close. The only thing she can think to do in her shocked state is hold the sword in place as much as she can with her magic, more for not wanting it to move and cause her more damage than for pausing the creature, regardless, it does pause the creature as it tries to yank it away.

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Create a Diversion|| Eva & Kane

@kane-e​

They had barely approached the damn entrance, and already their plan was going to shit. What was the point of sitting down with Gabriel and going over maps and theories and where to shoot and what to do if such and such happened if people were just going to say ‘fuck it’ and do whatever the hell they wanted? Well somebody had to handle the beast, big as the fucker was, she supposed it may as well be that one guy, named Eli judging from the shouting, and his twink looking blonde friend. “That doesn’t bode well.” Eva stated to no one in particular, shrugging and grimacing.

She turned her attention back towards the task at hand, they had to actually get into the monolith, and it looked as if there were guards blocking their way. Of course there were, Eva shifted her pink, gucci fanny pack, unzipping it to take out what looked like a pebble. “Dibs!” She called out, and chucked it with the form of a baseball pitcher.

It didn’t hit either of the hulking guards, but she wasn’t aiming for them, she was aiming at the entrance, and the resulting explosion blew both of the guards sideways. The stumbled away from the entrance, a perfect opportunity for everyone to slip right in, which they took, much to Eva’s satisfaction. Eva rush the one with the giant, rusted, black sword, swinging her rifle around and firing at its body. “Over here big boy! Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you’re handsome!” She taunted it, planting her feet and firing more precisely at the head now. It was working, he was drawn away from the entrance entirely and concentrating on her, and two others with this guard’s partner.

Despite having taunted him for his looks and height, Eva realized that he was much bigger than she had initially thought. The surety she felt at handling this guy dropped a bit as he started to sprint and swung downward at her. She ducked and rolled, just in time.

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The Wasteland Survivors + Text Posts 4/??

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rachelxvanallen:

She almost rolled her eyes. Almost. Rachel refrained, however, when she saw the book the professor was reading (she remembered someone calling her professor anyway) and jerked her chin in it’s direction. “Yeah, well, running into people because you’re lugging around the tome doesn’t seem effective either. Unless you’ve found something useful in it.” It was question said as a statement, left there for the other to answer if she had, in fact, found anything useful. 

Rachel didn’t roll her eyes, but Eva did. She took Rachel’s comment as an insult, and maybe some goading. Who the hell was she to question something she didn’t have an iota of understanding about? Who was she to imply she was ineffectual? Fucking Doctors were all the same, arrogant asses. Eva wasn’t about to waste her time with this. Whereas in a good mood Eva was talkative as a songbird, miffed she was tight lipped bitch.

Eva snapped her book shut, tone icy, “I could try to explain, but I just don’t think you could keep up sweaty.” 

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memoriesoftomorrow:

There were people she was more or less tolerant of, bordering on fondness (Bambi, Rachel, Masha had been making an effort..) and then there was everybody else. Faces that liked to swim, one fading into the next as the days fled past her in a smoky haze. 

Which was why she didn’t recognize Eva’s voice at first. And if she didn’t recognize it, then she wasn’t going to stop. Until the woman started going on about that damned tower, and what was inside, and Shia’s feet stopped cold where they were. 

“Heard you.” She muttered, half wishing today was foggier. It’d give her an excuse to dick off and not have this conversation. Except that Eva was damnably persistent. It was a problem. Better to have this conversation before the echoes kicked back up into high gear. 

“What do you want to know? Echoes’ve been quiet. I’ve been here and not to-be.” She shifted her weight, turning to Eva. “But nothing good is in there. Nothing good at all.”

Well if she had heard her then it would’ve been considerably less rude to make her chase her down wouldn’t it? Eva didn’t dare voice that thought though, diplomacy was key here. “Yes, nothing good, obviously, but if you will recall you’ve told me absolutely nothing about what you’ve seen. You’ve been... worse for wear lately too, you can’t tell me that isn’t due to having a vision. Shia your sight is key here I can make guesses till I’m blue in the face, and I have been, but eventually, no matter what we do, even if we all run away by the end of the week. Humanity is going to have to deal with that thing, whatever it is. It won’t let us survive or grow while it exists here in this realm.” Eva stressed. “Any detail, no matter how small. I mean anything about the cold, have you seen it at all? Its silhouette? Does it even have a silhouette or is it just formless? Anything like that could be detrimental.” 

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@jaemacleod

Why did patrol have to be so god damn long anyway? I mean really, nine hours was a tad excessive. It did however, afford her the ability to try out her own weaponry first hand. She could’ve done that anyway, without actually being on the patrol schedule, but she never seemed to justify the trip, always preferring to spend her time inside her nook. 

“Well it’s supposed to cut through things like a hot knife through butter, but we’ll see. There’s a distinct possibility it could turn things into butter, you know how these things go.” Eva rolled her eyes and gave a chuckle, the guard at the gate she was talking to however, just looked confused and alarmed. “I’ll let you have one one if it works out don’t worry. Who am I supposed to be on patrol with today anyway?” Eva didn’t look too hard at the schedule, just when she needed to show up.

The guard gave her the answer and she wracked her brain for the name. “Who the everloving hell is Jae?” She definitely hadn’t met him before, but whomever he was she hoped he knew what he was doing. Patrol with nervous people was irritating, the only thing worse than that was patrol with a stick in the mud. She had to do all the talking in those cases.