"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!"
He nodded, "Deal, don't have to tell me twice." He replied to her, he listened when Courtney spoke up and then groaned when Vamp made his terrible joke. He shook his head and held back a smile. Then the cold reply from Court; "Ouch..." He took a moment and the pilot announced they were landing. "Winters is probably not going to be in a good mood. If she tries to yell at you send her my way, you guys did fucking great." The helicopter touched down and the doors swung open, a medical team was already waiting on stand by and quickly moved in.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 15, 2020 2:42:37 GMT -5
The med staff pulled Harker onto a gurney and Sazon was near by she looked down at her brother with this cold evil stare and a smirk came to her, "welcome home little brother. I told you I'd win in the end. Send him off, restrain him, suppress him, if you get too close without protection he will kill you."
She looked to Wraith and simply said, "and so ends the Himura dynasty."
There was nothing else she said, the med staff pushed him out and she simply followed, she seemed in a better mood than earlier but to put it lightly she saw this as a massive win over the likes of her father.
"That was a lot less yelling than I thought," Harmony said.
He stood there a little dumbfounded for a moment, that facial expression she had when speaking to Harker was unsettling, taking him back to 06 in an instant before she turned to him. Just as dumbfounded if not more he snapped out of it when Harmony spoke up. "Yeah..." He replied said cocking his head to the side and shrugging, patting his helmet in his hand against his thigh. "I'm going to drop everything back off at the armory, then shower. Sound good?" He said turning to face her.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 15, 2020 2:56:22 GMT -5
"Do you," she said and patted him on the shoulder as she headed out the hanger, she was going to just head to the locker room since she didn't bring anything but her person with her on the mission. The little trip down the hall got her shaking, she couldn't believe she actually survived that. When she made that jump she was one hundred percent ready to die for that mission, and yet she survived.
In a way it wasn't even the closest she had ever come to death but it was the constant fear of dying just by being in the 1367s presence that got to her. She would have to explain what made the 1367 that much more dangerous than the other 1300s but that was the after thought of her shower as she ripped open her locker.
She took her shirt off and threw it in the locker since she was still sweating and hot. Harmony flopped down on the bench behind her and began untying her boots, she made sure to check for her spare set of clean clothes. Each boot was kicked into the locker she stood up and undressed the rest of the way and wrapped herself in a towel and stepped to the back room of the lockers, aka the showers and picked a spot with a divider and turned the water on letting it get warm before she just stepped in and began soaking the blood off her body with the warm water.
Perhaps tonight she'd actually sleep like a baby given how exhausted she was from surviving.
He wasn't long behind, he quickly dropped off his inventory at the armory and went back to his personal quarters grabbing a change of clothes and stuff to bath with, nothing fancy just some gray BDU pants and a black tank top. He made his way to the locker rooms, undressed and with a towel around his waste went into the back where the showers were, grabbing the one next to Harmony's and started the water. It was nice and warm and helped him fight the adrenaline dump which was in full swing. He was cleaning off mostly just sweat, ninety percent of the time someone always grabbed his armor and cleaned it and it ended up back in his quarters waiting. It was mostly because if left to him he'd keep the blood and grime on it. But that wasn't allowed apparently.
"So it was... a 1300 series that attacked us?" That was his first time encountering one but he'd seen them in action back in '26, he read the hacked files Alice had gotten from Chambers and although he never really ran into one he remembered the horror story from Alice.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 15, 2020 3:15:53 GMT -5
"That wasn't just a 1300," she said turning around and tipped her head back so the warm water could run through it, she was basically going to soak until the blood came off her before washing her hair, she didn't want to come out smelling clean and then leave a brown and red spot on a pillow later, "that was THE 1300. They were developed far after my time by my friend Birkin and his good buddy Keto."
She stepped back into the water since she was getting cold and the water was actually blistering hot which she didn't mind at all, "long story short there are only nine known 1300 units but one of the nine is the true success of the 1300 series and that was GODEATER, the one we saw today. Alice had files on all of them apparently, I'd back track to her safe house here in the city and see if she uploaded them to the data server she used."
"I doubt it. We received those files from Chambers who threw us paper copies. At the time we had a uh, Synthetic Intelligence based off of 312 and she uploaded those files to her mainframe or something." He took his wash cloth to his face scrubbing his face and cleaning all the sweat off of it. "Makes sense that Birkin and Keto would've made something so fucking strong." There was a bit of an annoyance to his tone, even today even after murdering Keto and locking Birkin up in a hole in the ground, he still had to deal with their legacy of monsters. "You good by the way?" He asked as he went about scrubbing his body.
"I noticed earlier on the helicopter but I didn't want to say anything." He was obviously talking about the adrenaline spike she'd experienced earlier it was a common thing to witness from the time he was 16 and he could spot it in other people. He often had to help people out when it came to coming down because the dumps could be down right debilitating when given the level of pulse pounding battles he and everyone in his past once had to endure.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 15, 2020 3:29:27 GMT -5
"Let me rephrase," she said finally bending down and grabbing a bottle of shampoo off the floor, "I'd like to see if her servers have anything on them that would help with anything at all."
She of course didn't say it in a rude way, more of a teasing tone. She recalled meeting the real Alice only once it wasn't a long encounter and it was under constant attack but she aided in a cause she felt was proper and keeping the White Rabbit alive was definitely in her play book.
"I'm good," she reassured, "someone had my back out there and put some serious ordinance down range on him, I'm surprised anyone could fire a weapon that used ammunition strong enough to do what they did to him."
He smiled, "Tomorrow I got downtime, I'll take you to her old HQ." He said, he listened to her talk for a bit before turning his back to the shower and tilting his head into it. "Alright, Just checking y'know? I've seen it before, growing up we referred to it as the shocks cuz it was so much worse than just an adrenaline spike." He ran his fingers through his head making sure to get all the strands soaked.
"Only two people I know can fire something like that, Both are Chambers, Chambers is dead, god rest his soul, so it was probably Alicia." He squirted shampoo in his hand before offering the bottle by holding it over the divider for it to be visible. He went about scrubbing the shampoo into his hair. "Pretty sure if we had comms we would've heard humming."
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 15, 2020 3:42:24 GMT -5
She bumped his bottle of shampoo with her own as if it was a drink then dumped some in her hand and went to scrubbing like a wild person, she didn't want any blood in her hair wasn't play around with this shit.
"Alicia," she repeated, "I'll give her my regards if I ever meet her. Maybe even take her on a date since she was so kind to not let me die."
Her humor was definitely a bit dry, she was still getting used to the small talk and not just barking orders at people or reassuring people she wasn't going to murder them. The only person she really talked to was George and their conversations weren't usually about every day things it was usually about the job.
"If the cities not on lock down though I'd definitely enjoy a visit to her safe house, I bet it's fully of incredible things."
"Damn, totally jealous of her now." He remarked with a bit of a chuckle, he set the bottle down and started scrubbing his hair with both hands now. "If I remember right, Alice's old little black book of secrets, the coordinates in it of her hide away, were just outside the city, Like the hide out was where the city used to be back in '06 before the bombs and reconstruction. So it might not be too much of an issue, lock down or not, but you're right though, it won't be easy to get to."
He didn't say much afterwards for a minute as he was focusing on washing all the shampoo out of his hair and not getting any of it washing into his eyes or mouth. Which he still to this day had problems with. Truth was it was weird, the idea of going to Alice's old hide out and roaming through all her things and belongings. "So, I'm about to take the biggest shot in the dark here but..." He said stepping away from the shower a bit and lowering his head forward and shaking out all the excess water. "Care to grab drinks in my bunk? I got shit that'll actually knock altereds like us on our asses."
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 15, 2020 4:01:06 GMT -5
"I don't drink personally," she said finishing up with her hair and began washing downward getting the blood from under her nails which came off her scalp and everywhere else, she was honestly surprised by how messy she could ruin a hallway let alone get covered in gore, "survivors instinct... Actually fuck it why not. I think if something happened down here we have more than enough bad mother fuckers to hold the line until I hydrate myself to sobriety. Who knows, angry hung over me might even be enough to kill the 1367."
She cut her water off and grabbed her towel drying her body then wrapped her hair in the towel and stepped out of the stall door, "a little relaxation might even do me good to be honest."
That went better than expected, he fully anticipated being strangled. Then again she had been saying how she was trying to be more social and stuff. Something he could relate to from his time back in '16. "Hell yeah, that's the spirit." He chuckled a bit, shutting off the water and getting the water out of his ears. He grabbed the tower hanging off the curtain rod and dried off in his usual fashion, a flash of hot air and steam rolled up from the stall as he stepped out completely dry with the towel around his waist.
He went over to his locker and grabbed his clothes, his armor was already missing which was usual. He was greeted by a photo hanging in the door of the locker. He tried not to let out an audible sigh but one did escape under his breath as he took it down and crumbled it up, tossing it near the trash can but ended up missing.
He grabbed his change of clothes and set them on the bench across from the locker starting with the boxers first which he slipped on under the towel before taking the towel off. Try as he might to be polite he did catch a peak in his peripheral of her with just the towel on her head. And although he might of been desensitized to seeing a naked woman thanks to his old roommate in Chicago; he couldn't help but admire what little he did see.
He threw the rest of his clothes on quickly enough before throwing on some socks and lacing up his boots. He was a fast dresser, a developed habit out of necessity.
Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 15, 2020 4:20:13 GMT -5
She kind of slipped through the room without touching the floor, it was strange seeing her move sometimes given that her abilities were somewhat mental based but took a physical form, it was what separated her from the rest of the Type virus, she assumed if there was a Beta Parasite or another like her it would be similar but the closest similarity she had was in the same room as her. She 'hovered' in front of her locker and it opened without her touching it and she reached in grabbing her dry clothes and dressed.
As soon as she had socks on her feet she slowly slipped to the floor and pulled the towel off her head and tossed it onto the bench and shook her head back and forth making her hair messy, it would dry in place like it always did she wasn't worried about how it looked. Eventually she sat down and took her converse shoes and slipped them on one at a time and noticed the picture he threw, "is it that bad of a memory now that you would throw it away?"
Watching her move was indeed something odd, but it was also captivating in a weird way. He stopped his thoughts when she spoke, she saw that huh? How did he even begin to explain. "Yeah. Pretty much." That was really all he said about it at first, he seemed cold about it. "Sorry, it's not really that big a deal." It was his time to reassure, or at least try and steer the conversation elsewhere. "So, drinks." He shrugged and finally closed his locker, he switched from cold back to his previous attitude. "Shall we?" He asked beginning to lead the way to his quarters.