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armored_runaway[[A time-delayed video recording plays itself some time after events have transpired.]]
( Post-mortum: a video will )
( Post-mortum: a video will )
Nov. 12th, 2013
armored_runawayOperation Eleven
Nov. 12th, 2013 01:01 pmarmored_mother[1]
[Cora and the others came back... but their return was not a happy one. A member of the team was going back to Britannia... and not in the way one would hope. The transport to take the remains of Joanne Royston - 'Sleuth' - the Dullahan Team's scout to be interred in Britannian soil - with her biological parents. Its funny... the Roystons' terrible parenting ended up pushing Joanne into a life like the one her real parents led... then...]
You really deserved better than this.
[Cora shook her head, her hand pressed to the top of the coffin that had the flag of the motherland draped over it as the machinery in her replacement whined as it formed a fist. She let out a held breath.]
Brett's taken it pretty hard believe it or not... guess you rated higher than Mal in his eyes. Lewis's being himself - tinkering with his bombs for the next run... he's probably going to get your name written on it somewhere - give you a chance to bring more of those Filios berks down.... Eliott is trying to play it off - He'd lose even more with the crap poker face he has now, George's filling in for me in getting the reports through... and Isaac's just moping. Annette doesn't know just yet... but... it probably won't be pretty...
[Codenames, it felt a little bad to wear those 'masks' in front of a dead person.]
Never figured it'd be you next... maybe you were a little quick to run ahead, but you always managed to luck out... I guess maybe... our luck's running dry then huh? I'm probably just talking out of my ass here... heh... just rest easy Jo... Mama Bear's going to take care of the rest. Keep a chair warm for me at the bar up there alright?
[Cora slowly turns to look at you.]
Hey...
[2] [Arrival of the Britannian Transport]
( OH SNAP! COMMANDER ON DECK! )
[2a] [Some time during the meeting with Ulysses] [Keep it to a single set of tags.]
( Why weren't warning signs left on them?! )
[Cora and the others came back... but their return was not a happy one. A member of the team was going back to Britannia... and not in the way one would hope. The transport to take the remains of Joanne Royston - 'Sleuth' - the Dullahan Team's scout to be interred in Britannian soil - with her biological parents. Its funny... the Roystons' terrible parenting ended up pushing Joanne into a life like the one her real parents led... then...]
You really deserved better than this.
[Cora shook her head, her hand pressed to the top of the coffin that had the flag of the motherland draped over it as the machinery in her replacement whined as it formed a fist. She let out a held breath.]
Brett's taken it pretty hard believe it or not... guess you rated higher than Mal in his eyes. Lewis's being himself - tinkering with his bombs for the next run... he's probably going to get your name written on it somewhere - give you a chance to bring more of those Filios berks down.... Eliott is trying to play it off - He'd lose even more with the crap poker face he has now, George's filling in for me in getting the reports through... and Isaac's just moping. Annette doesn't know just yet... but... it probably won't be pretty...
[Codenames, it felt a little bad to wear those 'masks' in front of a dead person.]
Never figured it'd be you next... maybe you were a little quick to run ahead, but you always managed to luck out... I guess maybe... our luck's running dry then huh? I'm probably just talking out of my ass here... heh... just rest easy Jo... Mama Bear's going to take care of the rest. Keep a chair warm for me at the bar up there alright?
[Cora slowly turns to look at you.]
Hey...
[2] [Arrival of the Britannian Transport]
( OH SNAP! COMMANDER ON DECK! )
[2a] [Some time during the meeting with Ulysses] [Keep it to a single set of tags.]
( Why weren't warning signs left on them?! )
armored_fruit[Post "Operation Shatter Mountain"]
[1]
After the latest battle against Exvortium Fillios...Isaac looks wrung out like a dirty dish cloth.
Having not bothered to change out of his of battle fatigues for a few days, he slouches on one of the lounge chairs, the Sinclair family sword sheathed across his lap.
As Cora related, he's been moping about for most of the day, and if people are in the room with him and visibly watching, all he seems to do is stare at the floor.
The more stealthy or quiet, however, will notice Isaac take out a slim red book, and open it up, turning thin fragile pages over with a slow gentleness, occasionally stopping and reading passages aloud, as he does now:
( Read more... )
[2]
[To come later]
[1]
After the latest battle against Exvortium Fillios...Isaac looks wrung out like a dirty dish cloth.
Having not bothered to change out of his of battle fatigues for a few days, he slouches on one of the lounge chairs, the Sinclair family sword sheathed across his lap.
As Cora related, he's been moping about for most of the day, and if people are in the room with him and visibly watching, all he seems to do is stare at the floor.
The more stealthy or quiet, however, will notice Isaac take out a slim red book, and open it up, turning thin fragile pages over with a slow gentleness, occasionally stopping and reading passages aloud, as he does now:
( Read more... )
[2]
[To come later]