Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Saeculum Galaxy => Tefillin => Topic started by: UnStellar on September 26, 2012, 02:59:05 PM
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IT'S LIKE I NEVER HAD TIME. TO LOOK AWAY.
MY BOdy's STuck between DEATH and decay...
She sucked air into her lungs in a desperate gasp like she'd been drowning. She couldn't believe the feeling, and she breathed deep. Her heart beat faster than she had ever felt it before, and the tohught it might explode. But she revelled in it's thumping. She was ALIVE!
She smirked to herself, and looked aroudn the dirty alleyway she had awoken too. Checking her body for scars, she found herself completely restored. The wound Revenge had inflicted during the Tainting were gone, the mortal strike from Hate, faded away. She was reborn!
For a while she just sat there, sucking in air and thinking. She looked around and found some conveniently discarded clothes, and dressed herself in them. A fire burned in her heart, he pure, untainted heart.
Revenge was going down.
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"It's the Director!" a HAND agent yelled out to another as they ran by the exit of the allyway frantically, "And the Assistant Director! They're under at-"
They stopped dead in their tracks, cocking their heads into the allyway to see the girl randomly standing there, a pair of dirty clothes in her hand and another set of clothes that looked like they'd just been tossed away on her person. Being HAND agents, they would never take advantage of the situation, but being men, they did stop and stare for a bit.
"Uh, miss?" one of them finally said, "You shouldn't linger in these allies. It's not safe."
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Reacting quickly, Farora turned on her charm.
"Oh, what's going on officers? Is everything okay?"
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"Yeah baby," one of the agents replied, smiling and deciding to take a shot, "Everything's just fine. Some disturbance with a local cult. Nothing to worry about. Now, what do you say we go have a little fun and get indoors out of this cold, eh?"
The other agent simply rolled his eyes. "Samuelson. I'll catch up with you at the crime scene, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," Samuelson replied dismissively as his partner kept on towards the Senator's Office.
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"Local cult?" She asked seductively, winking at the man.
"Tell me everything!" She said, sound more interested than demanding.
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(OOC: Calling three day rule. Let's just say she got the information she needed from the guy.)
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(OOC: Calling three day rule. Let's just say she got the information she needed from the guy.)
I'm not sure if it works like that unless she had actually tried forcing them to tell her. All we can assume is that they didn't answer.
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OOC: No, it's fine, I forgot all about this topic anyway. This guy probably would have spilled everything.