#& murphy

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@sarcasiisms lowkey aurora sc

Life was funny sometimes. Sometimes you got put into a coma by your ex-lovers sister and woke up to the world being long over. It hadn't taken long for her to get the lay of the land.

"This is boring." Aurora declared, head tipping back with an irate sigh. But even the ceiling was boring, and her head came back up; eyes narrowing on him. Again it occurred to her, that she didn't care about anyone here. Tristan was still somewhere in a shipping container. "Would it be a great loss if I ate the pretty blonde one?" Claire? Clara? The name escaped her. Enough of this. She stood, walking past him. "I don't think it would be."

[warcrmnl]

❝ hey, come on! who are you gonna believe. me, or your own eyes? ❞

"We can ask the ref, if you want." A vague point upwards, at the presence of JARVIS who mostly kept his mouth shut considering the recent run in these people had had with an artificial intelligence. No need to rock that boat too hard. "But we won't, because I'd be more worried if we'd hit a point where kids don't wanna ignore the don't touch advice."

Good thing he'd lowered the security protocols on her the second she'd come down, before she'd even hit the lab. Or defensive action would've made for a bad day and a really awkward conversation with the others.

"Show some respect for the soon to be dead." The nano-suit could stand up to a lot. But Veronica had been designed specifically to withstand levels of radiation that even the Hulk might have backed off from; on the off chance he happened to smash a nuclear reactor or two. So bye bye, baby; to be stripped for a few key pieces.

"Since Skynet doesn't want to cooperate on a closed system--" As if that wasn't his fault, and JARVIS hadn't obliterated whole lines of her coding after the switch had been flipped and kicked him into gear, just in case. "I need to go take a look myself. Because she was a lying liar who lies, and I'd bet all my money she set those radioactive dominoes up to fall. Were you any good at Lego as a kid?"

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@thenightmareofyourdrems (x)

If annihilation was the only avenue for peace, and for them to survive, then so be it. But it wasn't a decision to be made with only a fraction of the information. These people could speak for themselves, and if it rang false or gauntlet was thrown down, then so be it.

"We are outnumbered in foreign terrain." Even those who weren't warriors would fight for their home, they always did, unless worse was promised and followed through on. She looked at him piercingly for a beat. Someone who had never been responsible for the lives of his people, who didn't measure his decisions against that marker.

He just wanted to save his own skin. Which was fine in and of itself. But not a war counsel.

"She is a spy. She will have information we do not." What was a spy but a constant eye on all around them? If not, they would be USELESS. When you served a single purpose, you served it, even with no master. "I would speak with Kane. And Clarke, too." The spy, the diplomat, the commander of death, and her. That, was a war counsel.

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@thenightmareofyourdrems // lexa & murphy

It hadn't been so much a choice as a necessity, for her to be the one to retake control. The Revolutionary Commander, given another chance after failure. Failure through death was still just that. Hand that wasn't her own swept over Madi's hair-- still unconscious and no longer Heda. How she would cope with that, remained to be seen. But if anyone knew what it was to be a young nightblood destined to one day reign, it was Lexa, and they knew each other well.

"A war would be costly." Breaking a long moment of silent thought, her gaze turned back to him. Madi was strong, she would live. For now. Instead, her full attention went to him and to the issue at hand. Costly and not guaranteed a victory, not here. This was foreign land, and they had no advantage other than experience.

It would mean nothing if the people here turned the terrain on them. They did not have the luxury of reinforcements. Or reprieves.

"We are guests. I allowed skaikru into my coalition, the same can be done here." And if not, then action would be taken. WE CANNOT AFFORD A WAR. And if it became unavoidable, then so be it. But not until then.

Another pause.

"The azgeda spy." Previous laylines of allegiance no longer pertained. Once, she would have executed her, and it would have been expected and accepted by all, even her own clan; a job hazard. Now, from what she had gleaned while overseeing Madi, the spy knew well enough that there was one side and only one. The rest, was-- not relevant at the moment. "Bring her to me."

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@thenightmareofyourdrems // red queen & murphy

Entirely accidentally, the systems that had failed to wake her had been kicked over in alert at the brush of another artificial intelligence-- even the ghost imprint of one. Within seconds, and across every system and chip above and below, the dormant Umbrella coding had begun an automatic and silent hostile takeover. But she had remained a passive ghost for the time it had taken to run through all variables and to put damage control plans into place.

The Nemesis program samples remained hidden, the containment protocols slowly degrading. Soon, it would be too late. For all of them.

The possessed body of Clarke Griffin froze mid-sentence-- irises briefly flashing the red and white Umbrella logo, which turned once before seeming to lock into place, then vanishing again. Then, as if rebooted, her head snapped the slight distance it took to look at him.

"John Murphy." Name pulled from the systems that orbited above, it came on slightly deadpan and blunt, accented voice that didn't belong to either of the current occupants of the body she had commandeered for the moment.

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“YOU came? We’re so screwed.”

Pin-pricks of light spread out to render her image, an eternal child controlling a covert empire. Sophisticated enough to let a flickering look of reproach cross her pretend face before it smoothed again.

"Hello, John." Shimmer and glitch as the power stabilized, and she reformed again. "You have triggered the Umbrella failsafe systems left in place, specifically the Firesale protocol. I am unable to interfere with the end result. Shut me down; in the core server room, and the protocol will cease." It would contradict her programming to stop it, as he had now registered as a direct threat to the corporation.

"The countdown has begun." Beside her image, a digital timer appeared, counting down from twenty-five minutes. "Detonation in twenty-five minutes and counting. Damage estimated at a four hundred kilometre range. No survivors within the blast range. Good luck."