[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.]

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[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.]