waking the dead 2.0 || october 11-14, 2063 || the black forest

[icarusalsoflew]

WHO: The War Hounds, all NPC operatives on call for destroying the Nemesis, and whoever else
WHAT: It's a tense vigil, a bad fall, an emotional departure, and then some.
WHERE: The unnamed Zangyaku outpost of Tengu within the Black Forest.
WHEN: October 11-14, 2063
SAFE FOR WORK? Probably?
OTHER NOTES:
+ I'll have some open posts labeled with specific dates for people, and you guys are also welcome to make your own together with any planned threads.
+ You guys are actually free to re-thread any scenes between each other here too, if you like. I won't be able to re-thread the Brigade stuff, though.
+ You guys are welcome to call or text people who are not actually in the Black Forest.


[ OCTOBER 11: PRE-ENGAGEMENT

There is no way that you could possibly get used to it: the eerie, bestial shrieks; the worrisome tremors; the rotting trees. This place feels cursed, and every single other operative in the area beyond your group have the masks of men who are ready to die.

OCTOBER 12: POST-ENGAGEMENT

For what should have been a victory because there wasn't a single casualty, the air in the outpost is heavier than ever.

Can you blame any of them, though? Their leader nearly lost it today, and the fucking idiot who was responsible for that is passed out comfortably in his room.

OCTOBER, 13: AFTER DINNER

The War Hounds, it seems, has gained one man only to lose another.

Maybe this one was for the best.

OCTOBER 14: WHOLE DAY

The Blade King has not been cleared for travel yet, so you've got free run of the outpost until midnight, October 15.

]

Comments

[steelsinger]

[ Well, there is that. ]

Well, you might actually be right there. I can name a few higher-ups who feel that way too.

[ Sip. ]

Course, I'm inclined to believe that he's better without the lot of you right now, rather than the other way around.

[bostova]

[ She thinks about it for a while, taking her time with her cigarette and her alcohol. She shifts on her seat, then leans back comfortably and kills what's left of her stick. ]

Either way, wouldn't it benefit all of us in the end? Now that he's gone... and when he comes back.

[ Because one day he will be back. One day. ]

[steelsinger]

You might not be around when he comes around, though.

[ Just calling it as it is. Some Prometheans take centuries. Others don't make it back at all. ]

[bostova]

[ She smiles, and it might be sadder than she'd intended. ]

I know. But that can't be helped.

[ She'll just... have another cigarette. Yes. ]

[steelsinger]

[ Hou.

Well. He's not going to point that out to you. ]

Hey, at least you guys could go and visit him if you REALLY wanted to. And maybe when tensions aren't so high.

[ Because that's a lot more feasible now that it used to be. ]

[bostova]

[ She snorts. As if she would. Too much effort, too. She'll just stay here with her cigarettes and booze, thank you very much. ]

Maybe.

[ But if everyone else wants to... ]

[steelsinger]

[ Amused by that reaction. It figures.

He won't bother saying anything else, though. He's perfectly fine with drinking and smoking quietly in your company until you get bored or until he has to go. ]