#cavecrawling

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

@cavecrawling - continued from here.

Sheva's completely lost the signal she had that was connecting her with the other members of the Hound Wolf Squad. She's been on edge all night, especially after her encounter with the mysterious Crow who had led her to the caves. Sheva's mind wanders to Chris often - is he alright? What's going on up there?

Tonight's not exactly making any top ten lists, and she adjusts her coat. The cold and dark are things she's grown used to over the years, yet all she can think of is the safety of this girl - a woman, technically, though Sheva struggled to view her that way - and of those she loves. She hadn't had time to leave any messages behind before Chris had swept her and the rest of the squadron away to Romania, and the gunfire startles her, too.

"I'm sorry, Abi," she apologizes, "but I don't know. Chris is my partner, though, and I trust him. He wants to get me and the rest of our squad out of here safely."

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

@cavecrawling — cont. from here.

The Crow could not look directly at Abigail Elwood. From her experience spying on Miranda’s cult and reporting to Heisenberg, the Crow had learned that simply enough. Still, she liked picking up shiny things; in fact, it was her whole purpose for coming to Romania. The dirt samples she could find in the caves were unlike anything else in the village, and the Crow was not that weakling, Ada Wong. No, she was unafraid of the darkness, and her mask protected her from any prying eyes.

“I am the Crow, my good woman,” said the Crow. The modulator in her mask made her voice sound far more androgynous than it was in reality, and she preferred it that way. The being was genderless, a whisper among the villagers and a shadow on a cold winter’s night. She clarified the blinded praise she was talking about. Here, in the caves, it was safe to discuss such things. It wouldn’t be sacrilegious to discuss Miranda’s shortcomings with someone like Abigail. “The villagers’ legends about me are greatly exaggerated, and yet, that is not the blinded praise I speak of. No, their idol worship of Mother Miranda is something to be examined closer.”

The Crow paused for a moment as she leaned down to collect some dirt. She knew the pack of mutts would be closing in soon, and part of her expected Leon to be with them. Oh, how she missed him. The Crow had her own weaknesses that she would never — no, could never — let onto. “You, of all people, would understand that, I should think.”

At the comment about death, the Crow knew not what to say. Abigail certainly understood the bad omen that her identity was, and it was a large part of her reasoning behind choosing that particular alias. Well. As if she’d had a choice. It had been the villagers who’d named her, and Ada Wong tired of their unoriginality.

“No. I am a little crow, that is all. I serve those who are deserving of it.”

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