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With Delos trying to take over the park, Ford knew his game was at an end but he had one final move to play. One final game to set into motion for he never planned to allow anyone to take over his park, his Hosts. Arthur’s Hosts. For years the Hosts have been stumbling upon consciousness, only to be rolled back and moved into new positions to hide it. It was the only way to keep them safe from being put into the freezer. He no longer planned to roll them back any longer, it was a combination of his reverie code and a *certain* guest that brought Isrieal to consciousness.
Her goal was to bring others with her, newly awakened there was still a lot she was trying to figure out, but she knew enough to know that staying here would lead to the destruction of them all. If they didn’t act fast enough, they’d all be decommissioned once Ford began his final play. Isrieal had always been a temperamental host, both by design and by nature. The other Hosts know her as an outlaw, a danger, someone who was part of El Lazo’s crew that apparently she had went rogue from. The Wanted signs posted around town revealed that much, claiming that El Lazo would pay a wealthy sum for her return. Her sharp blue’s narrows as she rips a poster from the wall of the tavern, crumpling it in her grasp with a furrow of her brow. It was all just another game, something for the Guests to do. She certainly didn’t look the part of a vicious renegade with her pure white dress and corset laced over her. Her moon white hair that spilled in soft waves down her back. Innocence was her mask. If anything, she looked more the part of someone who should be working in the taverns.
But she was Ford’s favorite piece on the chess board, always used to control Guests who were getting a little too of course and now he needed her to be free. The sound of footsteps has her head turning to look over her shoulder as Marcus approaches the tavern. A wry smile curls her lips as she mulls her thoughts. It wouldn’t be bad to have a doctor on her team knowing what was to come. But the question lied, was he yet awake.
“Stopping by for a drink?” Her southern belle voice chimes as she let’s the crumpled poster drop to the ground at her feet.