#ka9in3

[crucialelement]

@ka9in3

She moves like she works here, or at least used to. The helmet light attached to one of the rails on her skullclamp is doing its work today, clicked on to illuminate wherever Emily, alias Tundra, is currently looking. This is strictly off the books, and she can bet that Blue Umbrella is going to be here soon enough, so she's trying to work fast... and succeeding.

Papers are picked up and scattered back to the floor in seconds. While he works on the filing cabinet, she's taking out a screwdriver, expertly removing the side panel from a PC block and, rather than try to download its contents, just taking out the entire hard drive to shove in one of her multiple dump pouches. Makes sense why she has more of them than the magazines on her vest could fill. "Because I like to know what's going on and I already have a feeling that when the BSAA gets their hands on this stuff it's going to disappear."

One hard drive, two, then over to a whiteboard on the wall. She raises a hand to her helmet cam, takes a picture, and keeps moving. "The pen is still mightier than the sword, Charlie, just not in the same way it used to be. Forewarned is still very much forearmed, and I want to be as forewarned as it's possible to get."

Now she's on her way over to help him with the cabinet, having moved through the rest of the room like a very focused dervish. Out comes a small prybar with a thin spade, stuck between drawer and body to pop the whole thing out. She leafs through the first few folders, then jumps to the back.

Glances at him. Finally. "You, uh, want to go... watch the door?"

[berkh0ff]

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nose bleed.

it takes under twenty-five pounds of pressure to break the human nose; once upon a time, when she was much younger, she'd considered herself in that seat - stuck behind the receiving end of a wayward branch, a nasty gash across her face, narrowly missing open eyes brimming with unshed tears from the sheer force. but even then, she'd been lucky ... blessed to heal up quite nice all things considered (though, arguably, fifteen is the age to bounce back). twenty-five pounds feels like a wayward breeze, the sheer force in which the heel of pistol strikes toward her face is dizzying.

a predator caught uncharacteristically off guard, preoccupied with the child now far from her reach. and while she'd done well to blow holes in the son of a bitch who had taken a swing before he could cause any more damage, it didn't particularly do her good now. right eye twitches absently just a touch, tears spilling out of the inside corner as pain radiates through her face. gloved hand settles cupped over nose, agony isn't such a far-fetched word for the way she feels in the moment.

weakness invites wolves, or something of that nature, and stragglers respond like the infected to the sudden explosion of noise. canine first, allegedly, and she's somewhat dazed as head is coaxed back; the heaviness of night vision becomes even more apparent on neck and shoulder muscles.

" i'm fine, i'm fine. " head turns as realization sinks into every fiber of her person. she has every inkling of spite necessary to send another few 9mm rounds into corpse, but ultimately holds steady to the concept that it's much more responsible to conserve ammunition. metallic sits heavy in her mouth, iron caught into the weave of neck gator as she yanks it away from the curve of mouth - blood and fabric is suffocating. nostrils flare, parka-covered wrist coming up to wipe at the curve of upper lip. it does little to clean space, only amplifying pain.

" shitbag got a cheap shot off. " hand raises, rifle still poised heavy in dominant hand. " could've been worse. "

@ka9in3. accepting.

[bladesout]

A soft ❝ merde. ❞ sighs out after making brief eye contact with Charlie. She thought she had fully closed the door, but for the life of her, couldn't recall hearing it actually latch. Movements seem like those of a child who had gotten caught, body turned to hide the cut she was tending to. How embarrassing to break a mug then slice a finger in the midst of cleaning the remains. But it wasn't as embarrassing as this. She probably looks so shady to him right now. Thankful that she had kept the lights off since she could already feel the heat in her cheeks.

❝ Yeah - everything's fine. ❞

x. || @ka9in3.

[ph4g0]

@ka9in3 asked . 🗣️

🗣 for my muse to blurt out the first thing they think of when they see your muse.

❛ the ID-less security detail ❜ maybe they should have read the name on the card but most don't stay long or get shipped elsewhere in the cycle the odds of crossing paths again was low.

[plagasaved]

plotted starter * @ka9in3 !

salt water dried & what she can feel is a guaranteed cold at the first sneeze ... adrenaline at the aspect that their safe. the sun broken high up in the sky ( * muddled by clouds & the view of the harbour ahead of the two ) mission complete agent. She jokes ; exhaustion and the sting of the cuts from fallen debris at their escape. climbing off , steps wobble slightly as her legs wake. the next few minutes are a haze of one thing after the other. a man approaches , pin black suit ironed to perfection. one she recognizes as one of the men on her details your brother here. the blonde blinks , a relief that fills the system. pushing past the other folks she can her name being called but she doesn't care at the moment , it can wait she wants to see Charlie first ( * then they can ask their questions & patch her up. )

tiers curl when she see's him ahead sat by some of the vehicles that line up midnight toned reflecting sun specks , she can only imagine the worry & uncertainty when the news first came out that she was gone , the blonde wasn't even sure how long Ashley had been gone either ... she had been on her way to see him. the last text exchanged that Ashley was on her way , then silence she'll have to get a new phone.

once she's standing infront she can see he's checking , the spike of worry clear in the brow crease as tiny cuts litter the left arm. " 'm fine a little rough round edges but eveything fine now. " she's home & that what matter's , though a part of her isnt so sure if it mean't when spoken outloud or for here say to convince herself ( * the fatigue not wanting to further think about the extent of truth that comes with it. )

" you won't believe half of the stuff I tell you. "

a small chuckle that leaves lips ( * it sounds unreal to her too , like a bad nightmare that she managed to wake up from . ) she wishes they could just go home now but the blonde is aware that she can't , not yet they'll want to check.

[coffinshared]

[X] ❛   we’re more ghosts than people.  ❜  (hope you don't mind that I sent two!)

“ I don't think so. But I've never been too fond of ghost stories to begin with. I read more fairytales, folktales, things like that. Though... I suppose ghosts are often a part of those stories, too. ”

Sheva shakes her head at Charlie's comment. she doesn't usually like to think of the world in that way, so pessimistic. but then, Jill herself is pretty much a living ghost, and Sheva is seeing her romantically, so who eve knows? she takes a bite out of her raspberry danish, bringing her hand up to her mouth out of politeness. it'd been Chris' suggestion that the pair meet, and Sheva's spent most of her time these days working inside of the London B.S.A.A. office (though her heart yearns to be back home most days). anything field related would be a dream to work with, but they'll never let the Sheva Alomar put herself at such a great risk.

“ There's still so much we have to do. I think to act like we're already dead is giving up, and I refuse to quit right now. Retirement isn't something I'm opposed to in the future, but... the B.S.A.A. still needs us both to be at the top of our games right now. Bioterror isn't going anywhere, unfortunately. So, neither am I. ”

[ph4g0]

@ka9in3 asked for a starter .

military involvement wasn't too uncommon given the tight security around and in the facility itself and given the amount of investment put into them however there was usually was hints to when and why.

❛ even military staff should have their id badge visible or did you misplace it ? ❜ the comment may seem innocent enough but it had a purpose ❛ i can help you look if you want , they've gotten stricter with the rules recently ❜ he scratched the back of his neck with a soft sigh.

[bloodtwin]

this one made me laugh… I think it’s love 🫶

ARE  YOU  BT!PUCK'S  TYPE  ?   /  @ka9in3

         A   BOISTEROUS   LAUGH   fills  the  room,  Puck's  hand  covering  his  eyes  as  his  shoulders  shake  with  amusement. It's a pitiful result, but the heart around stockholm snydrome very much intrigues.

         ❝   Oh,  this  one's  very  cute. Shall  I  lock  you  in  the  basement & keep you here, then  ?   ❞