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@astiel-c - Plotted starter!

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The Rookie was working on a piece of tech, that Ray had allowed her to play with, as she sat in what was USUALLY Janine's chair. Admittedly, she found it a tad uncomfortable at the front desk ( she was far more used to dealing with SPOOKS and SPECTERS than asshole customers and concerned callers ) . But hey, it's what EGON had ordered her to do, and what was she supposed to say?

The others were on a small holiday break. Peter and Ray had gone off to God knows where to stay, and Janine had FINALLY gotten that time off she had been pestering ( mainly ) Peter about. It was quiet in the firehouse, almost unnervingly so, and she was ready to - -

Picking up the newly ringing phone with hesitation, she was polite. Then, however, she became EXCITED. Eyes widened briefly, and she all but slammed the telephone down as she hopped to her feet with new found vigor.

Rushing down to Egon's lab area, grey coveralls being untied from around her waist so she could slide her arms through, she made a gesture over her shoulder with a thumb, free hand retrieving her loose grey arm.

"Dr. Spengler, I've just gotten off of the phone. We're needed at the library, right now. The GREY LADY is causing trouble," Which seemed odd for her, but who was Rookie to say that about its behaviour?

Her brows briefly furrowed, and she remembered a few ODD details described, or rather yelled, her way down the phone, "There's also been sightings of Class IIs and Class IVs, which is a little concerning concerning their abruptness, but we can check on that after dealing with her."

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"It’s all right, mate. My fault.” Herc gave them a nod, glad that the papers in the folder he was holding hadn’t scattered all about, and made to move off.

Then he stopped. The only person other than Aleksis Kaidonovsky who had that build and physique was- “Mulholland? Chad? Damn, it’s been a while. What brings you both back to base?”

He hadn’t exactly rode with the pilots of Death Angel; their deployment hadn’t afforded them the opportunity to. But he’d seen the pilot pair around the various Shatterdomes, and their faces had come up again in the dossiers of all the pilots Herc had gone through just a couple of weeks ago.

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Cramped Encounters

“Stop laughing, Kid. It’s not that funny.”

Yari kicks the back of Kyana’s seat, but the snickering wheeze coming from the front only continues.

“And here I thought you were afraid of elephants.”

The laughing gets a bit louder and he crosses his arms. Francis chimes in from the driver’s seat, glancing into the rear view mirror at Yari and his ridiculous elephant hat.

“He’s afraid of elephants?”

“Yeah, he was afraid they’d step on him and crush him into a pancake when he was little.”

“Shut up, dude!” Kyana exclaimed between laughs. He couldn’t seem to control the volume of his voice.

“One time, he went to a zoo and he really wanted to ride the elepha-”

Kyana cuts Yari off, reaching into the back seat to clamp his bumpy hands over the demon’s big mouth. They begin to grapple back and forth, Yari being much stronger since Kyana is weak from laughing too much.

“--- had gotten onto one, I scared him so bad he--- and the elephant freaked out too--”

Francis turns and sees what’s going on. He turns his eyes back to the road, trying to keep a level head. He grins.

“Hey, hey, I know we’re almost there, but you guys need to settle down or I might get distracted and crash.”

It takes a moment for the rowdiness to settle. The boys eventually get untangled and quiet down.

“So Barn Finch, the guy we’re going to meet… how do we find him?”

Francis looks from the road to the rear view and back. He sticks up his pointer finger.

“There’ve been a lot of sightings in museums around the city. There’s a memorial for him since he was a war hero. I’m going to look around there, but word is he only visited one time and never came back to it.”

“Huh.”

Yari shifts in his seat and looks out the window. “Washington D.C.” is emblazoned on a green sign that passes by above them.

“Aren’t there a lot of museums in this city?”

“Yeah. That’s why we’re going to split up! We can let each other know if we find him.”

“I don’t own a phone.”

Francis smiles slyly in the mirror.

“You don’t need one.”

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The ride had proven longer than Historia had anticipated ( and perhaps even their mission leader might have foreseen ), the sky bleeding from blue and into a purple tinted orange as they continued across the plains. Soon, night would fall — the thought of becoming lost in the darkness not nearly as consuming as the relieving reminder that titans were only active in the light. By the time they reached a set of crumbling ruins, evidently where they were to camp until dawn, the smear of clouds had been replaced by stars. She wasted no time in joining the other scouts in preparing rations and laying out her blankets, close to the fire yet with enough distance not to feel clustered.

Finished with her meal, she grabbed her bag before heading for where Chad was seated away from their closest peers. Historia was accustomed to his preference for solitude by now, and although she attempted to respect it, there were moments when she was certain he must be at least a little lonely. “Were you able to eat something?” The inquiry was posited gently, so as not to startle him with her presence, as she seated herself beside him. “I can’t remember the last time food tasted so good!” Maybe that wasn’t entirely true; however, she favored a more genial atmosphere of conversation for now. Historia was still Krista to Chad, and she wouldn’t burden him with any of her past life’s less than pleasant memories, not when he surely carried a fair share of his own.

Upon reaching into her satchel, she withdrew a roll of bandages. “I saw that you cut yourself earlier.” While their encounters with titans had thankfully been limited, a small pack had accosted them midway to their objective. It was during the scuffle that she had made note of the thin rivulet of blood on his palm, likely left untended due to their scramble to make up for lost time. “I can patch it up for you, if you want. I promise I’ll be gentle.” Historia’s smile was followed by a reaching out of her own hand. “And I’ll only be a minute. I don’t want to see it infected.”

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It's under the cover of night. Of clouds that spilled sheets of rain, plump and dark and brooding. Streets opaque with fog and steam; the air was thick and humid. It hung across his shoulders, weighed on him with the rest of the world. Heavy, but not unwanted despite the discomfort.

In fact it was rather perfect weather.

It'd gotten him this far, at least. Soldier 76 had infiltrated the weapon's manufacturer rather easily, at least with the knowledge Talon had been here not long ago. It had been laced with traps, cameras, guards.

And as 76 crossed the threshold to the appropriate floor, it was important to note they had been an issue. An issue that was fixed, dodged, knocked unconscious...

Now to find Mr. Phillips.

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🤙 Bump into my muse ~ @astiel-c

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With so many personnel having been let go after all other Shatterdomes had been shut down by the U.N., Herc found himself helping out with some errands that Stacker could only entrust to his 2IC. Meeting - not quite clandestinely but also not openly - with black market dealers, with those who could provide more insights to the Kaiju cultists and the likes.

Herc never chose to take Shatterdome transport out during these times, but took discrete cabs throughout the mainland.

Occupied by his most recent meeting, he slammed shoulders with someone, causing him to step back a little. “Shit. You all right?”