"But to Them, after all that They've been through, B.O.Ws, Cryptid... it's all the same."
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"There isn't going to be any rescue, we have to get out of here!"
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Sept 7, 2020 15:33:41 GMT -5
"The help of one man wont change the tide of the battle to come," the Architect said, "we have the military might of Wonderland, Dead Cell, Tyrant, Blu-Umbrella, and the Old Raccoon Militia. We will hold the line as long as possible and pull out when the time is right, this isn't something we plan to win."
The Architect reached up pulling the two latches on either side of his helmet releasing the pressure of the helmet and removed it, he was some sort of 103 variation, his skin was smooth however like the first generation, unlike John, his eyes had black pupils but his iris's were gone. The overall look on his face was neutral however, not like the 103's who often had anger etched in their brows.
"We must survive this," he said, his voice was extremely deep the sound of it echo'd off the walls, "or we lose our futures."
Rob drew a breath, staring more levelly at the Architect as he unfastened his helmet. The face beneath was a 103-series Tyrant of a sort, with unnerving eyes that lacked irises. Somehow Rob was left with even more questions, but none were relevant.
"You really are preparing for war," he breathed, and looked aside as if to gaze out of the store at nothing in particular. He wouldn't have expected that things would progress this far this quickly, if not for Elias' words in the back of his mind.
"Let's start this fire as a slow burn because when shit hits the fan we're going full inferno on this city."
"Helsing are ready, no doubt about that." He met the Architect's gaze, and in his own eyes there was a fiery determination that had not been there just a moment ago. "We're the monsters that monsters have nightmares about. Ain't about to let that be forgotten." Lifting a hand to clap the Architect on the shoulder, Rob stepped past him and out of the building, content to leave Adam in friendly hands. He set off down the street, reached for his phone again, tapped a different number, and lifted the device to his ear.
"Cain here. Get me Elias. The party's about to begin."