[Voice, locked to residents] --EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--

[malnosso]

[At 2:15AM, the journals suddenly blare out an alarm, followed by this message.]

EMERGENCY. EMERGENCY. This is an emergency.

The following occupants of the Luceti enclosure must report to the teleporters in twenty minutes. You are required as reinforcements in Region 13. Bring all necessary armaments with you. You will be teleported directly into combat.

Anyone who fails to comply will be forcibly escorted to the teleporters by droids.

This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. You have twenty minutes.

[The message repeats twice more, the alarm continuing until the twenty minutes has elapsed. No questions will be answered.]

Comments

[Flame Building]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia's been on missions before and knows things can turn fast out there, but this feels different. Draft aside, there wouldn't be an emergency call at 2:15 AM if things hadn't gone sour somehow. The worst part is she knows some of the names on the list are non-combatants, kids even. Even the ones who can take care of themselves, like Jean and Beat, she still worries over.

But it's a time to focus and time is running out.]

/I'll come back./

[Whether it's with everyone else or a week later she can't say, but she'll be back one way or another.]

[Flame Building]

[onearmedexmerc]

You better.

[It's supposed to come out it a more humorous tone, but instead there is a flat quality to the words, an almost dead feeling in his voice. Evan grimaces at his own tone before shaking his head slightly to himself.]

Well one way or another... [He trails off before shaking his head again. This time he moves in and hugs her, whispering into her hair an old charm he learned a long time ago. The words are unclear, buried into her scalp.]

[Flame Building]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[It's not a good tone, but she understands. It's a stroke of luck isn't it, him arriving, her leaving so soon. Facing who knows what, though nothing good. Nothing good comes at 2 AM with a twenty minute warning.

Ginia returns the hug, squeezes him hard. She almost doesn't want to let go, but she has to. Better walk willingly then have droids drag her away.

Reluctantly, she pulls away, too quick, too soon.]

/Don't stay cooped up. Go on walks. Learn the village./

[Flame Building]

[onearmedexmerc]

[As Ginia returns the hug, holding him tighter than he can manage himself, though he does try, he slips his dog tags into a pocket he knows she won't check until later.

The end of the hug is strangely abrupt and it feels rather like someone has torn open his chest.

But her comments have him give a wan smile.]

I will. Promise.

((ooc; I couldn't remember when we plotted the tag slip SO I JUST. Yeah.))

[Flame Building]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[There are still people left in the village, lots of nice people. Evan's personable, he'll be fine. Ginia wouldn't be surprised if she came back to hear Evan had made all sorts of friends.

(She also wouldn't be surprised if he didn't get to know anyone.)

She reaches down and picks up her go bag, shouldering it.]

/I have to go now./

[Reluctantly, Ginia walks toward the door.]

[Flame Building] I... I don't even know.

[onearmedexmerc]

[Evan nods, not quite able to find his voice just yet.

He follows her to the door, walking just a bit to close.]

Take care of yourself.

[A dark smirk twists his lips and he murmurs:]

Kill all who are a threat...

[He trials off, recalling a chant he learned a long time ago...
Let none survive to take your back.
No remorse for those who slack.
All that oppose you must fall.
Not even their Shadows will darken the wall.
Kill them all.

He shivers.]

[Flame Building]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia pauses to give Laika a few good farewell scratches and a kiss to the head before stopping in front of the apartment door. Evan's words make her pause, straighten a bit more. He's a placid lake, but go deep enough and the water is freezing and who knows what else is lurking down there.

It's a quiet reminder of the difference in their backgrounds, of the difference in so many of the backgrounds. Not a soldier, not a ninja, not a pirate, not a mage. So what is she?

Ahh. Right. Hunter.

Flush them out and hunt them down.

Ginia looks back at Evan and gives a firm nod. Leave no survivors.

And so she leaves.]