08-06-2018, 08:13 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]She never been to a meeting before, opting to stay out of them because she hadn't care about any of the information that was coming from the Ascendants. Before she had not been a member of theirs so it was easy to just let Washington do his thing and go to those meetings because he would just relay the information back to her. But now things were different and as she had steady lived her and moved about doing her daily routine she had run into a few members she had her interests about. She'd even died here. Not because of one of them but because of one of her own and that was tough. She still had nightmares of her death and she still kept to herself but for the most part she was more...around them. Bastille had approached her about becoming a member again and she finally decided to do just that. It would probably make them happier anyway though that hardly changed anything about how she would still see the place. Yet, here she was among strangers listening to a male whom she still wasn't sure about as he spoke out about some buddy system. What was that even for? Her eyes sparked a certain amount of stubbornness though when he spoke about her being in his group. A snort left her throat and she rolled her eyes. What sort of fate would put her with Bastille of all creatures? Probably one that was laughing right now.
Regardless she accepted it. Keeping silent as he rattled off more news, and she was half listening and half not. She didn't see the reasoning when it came to the hierarchy of them. It was really none of her business who moved up to what or who lost their ranking because of mistakes or life in general. Her chest swelled with breath before she shook herself, pulling her ears forward a bit when she Wash was dropped to Guardian which she didn't even know he had a rank to begin with and Church was demoted. But what surprised her the most was her own promotion to Guardian. Why? Had Bastille gone mad? Her gaze flashed up to look at the male, puzzled especially after his comment on killing captives. What did it matter if she killed them? The enemy and she was about to say as much but he moved on with his list of things. Some news about Sunhaven and them being allies now and ceremonies and what not. None of which was too important to her and then came the exciting stuff. The assholes of the day, Typhoon. The mention of them alone made her muzzle curl into annoyance but what luck though. Bastille had the leader's kids. An idea formulated in her mind and she rose to her paws to speak up about it. "If he doesn't accept, we should at least kill one of them to show that we aren't messing around." Make sure he understands his mistake.
They all made mistakes but this one was the absolute worse for the enemy. Not for the Ascendants. Her head tilted to the side a bit but she had no time to make anything else come forth because of the sudden electrical pulse that snapped out the lights. The sudden blaring sirens that flared to life and then to make matters worse she heard a clicking sound. Locks snapping closed. Trapped. Trapped. Her mind buzzed with the word as she whipped around to look at the entrance she had just come in from and suddenly she was running toward it. Unaware that she wouldn't be able to get out of here. But she wasn't scared for herself. The freelancer hardly experienced fear. No her concern was for Washington. He was going to be out there alone and she huffed jaggedly as she slammed her shoulder up against the door over and over again. Bruising the skin and muscles. It hurt, and it hurt worse as she continued but that door was thicker than she would ever be able to knock down. He wild amber gaze snapped to Hazel and she scrapped her claws against the ground for a moment shocked that this had even happened. The glow in her eyes heightened a bit before she shook her head. "Does anyone have any kind of light around here? Really, we need to find a way out of here. We need to get out." She hissed sharply before turning her head back to the door but she made no move to try and do anything again. Her shoulder pained her and she limped back a bit. "Is there not any emergency power? Generators that can be powered on? Something?!"
Regardless she accepted it. Keeping silent as he rattled off more news, and she was half listening and half not. She didn't see the reasoning when it came to the hierarchy of them. It was really none of her business who moved up to what or who lost their ranking because of mistakes or life in general. Her chest swelled with breath before she shook herself, pulling her ears forward a bit when she Wash was dropped to Guardian which she didn't even know he had a rank to begin with and Church was demoted. But what surprised her the most was her own promotion to Guardian. Why? Had Bastille gone mad? Her gaze flashed up to look at the male, puzzled especially after his comment on killing captives. What did it matter if she killed them? The enemy and she was about to say as much but he moved on with his list of things. Some news about Sunhaven and them being allies now and ceremonies and what not. None of which was too important to her and then came the exciting stuff. The assholes of the day, Typhoon. The mention of them alone made her muzzle curl into annoyance but what luck though. Bastille had the leader's kids. An idea formulated in her mind and she rose to her paws to speak up about it. "If he doesn't accept, we should at least kill one of them to show that we aren't messing around." Make sure he understands his mistake.
They all made mistakes but this one was the absolute worse for the enemy. Not for the Ascendants. Her head tilted to the side a bit but she had no time to make anything else come forth because of the sudden electrical pulse that snapped out the lights. The sudden blaring sirens that flared to life and then to make matters worse she heard a clicking sound. Locks snapping closed. Trapped. Trapped. Her mind buzzed with the word as she whipped around to look at the entrance she had just come in from and suddenly she was running toward it. Unaware that she wouldn't be able to get out of here. But she wasn't scared for herself. The freelancer hardly experienced fear. No her concern was for Washington. He was going to be out there alone and she huffed jaggedly as she slammed her shoulder up against the door over and over again. Bruising the skin and muscles. It hurt, and it hurt worse as she continued but that door was thicker than she would ever be able to knock down. He wild amber gaze snapped to Hazel and she scrapped her claws against the ground for a moment shocked that this had even happened. The glow in her eyes heightened a bit before she shook her head. "Does anyone have any kind of light around here? Really, we need to find a way out of here. We need to get out." She hissed sharply before turning her head back to the door but she made no move to try and do anything again. Her shoulder pained her and she limped back a bit. "Is there not any emergency power? Generators that can be powered on? Something?!"