[ thought long and hard about what insane thing to pull out of my ass next and here we are
morning arrives, as does their scheduled half-hour of stupid flirting, a ritual neither of them seems capable of skipping. it's inevitably cut short; if they don't get moving, they'll court more trouble than they'll want to bother with. somewhere between the next half hour of perfunctorily getting ready, elysium eventually manages shares what he'd uncovered the night before. it's nothing reassuring, and if anything, a confirmation of their worst suspicions. the mission is on the precipice of turning dangerous, and while it's a little too early to say which direction it's about to turn, with their charges' nerves hanging by a thread, elysium had already sent a discreet transmission back to rhodes before they'd reconvened: request for covert backup. there are too many parallels with zeruertza to ignore.
this really would be so much simpler if they were forthcoming with their knowledge.
but elysium has no intention of letting thorns make the call to pursue leads unilaterally, not without explicit orders. why should they get themselves into danger if they don't have to? so, while they wait on rhodes' directives, today becomes just another day of… shepherding their kids!
or at least, that was the plan.
they gather with their rookies. or rather, some of them. one face is conspicuously absent. ]
… He's where?
[ elysium's voice is chilly enough that it causes the defender to startle. he notices this and quickly smiles. but the defender is already wringing his hands, looking mildly ill. he doesn't know where the sniperguard went. they'd gotten a little carried away enjoying the local hospitality and, before he realised it, he was blackout wasted in an alleyway, nursing a pounding headache. when he came to, he was alone. the sniperguard probably ended up in a similar predicament somewhere…? probably fine! these things happen. but for it to happen here, now, in the middle of their first official assignment is utterly humiliating, and both the medic and caster are about ready to smack him dead.
while this gong show goes on, elysium cuts his eyes sideways toward thorns, carefully gauging his reaction. ]
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morning arrives, as does their scheduled half-hour of stupid flirting, a ritual neither of them seems capable of skipping. it's inevitably cut short; if they don't get moving, they'll court more trouble than they'll want to bother with. somewhere between the next half hour of perfunctorily getting ready, elysium eventually manages shares what he'd uncovered the night before. it's nothing reassuring, and if anything, a confirmation of their worst suspicions. the mission is on the precipice of turning dangerous, and while it's a little too early to say which direction it's about to turn, with their charges' nerves hanging by a thread, elysium had already sent a discreet transmission back to rhodes before they'd reconvened: request for covert backup. there are too many parallels with zeruertza to ignore.
this really would be so much simpler if they were forthcoming with their knowledge.
but elysium has no intention of letting thorns make the call to pursue leads unilaterally, not without explicit orders. why should they get themselves into danger if they don't have to? so, while they wait on rhodes' directives, today becomes just another day of… shepherding their kids!
or at least, that was the plan.
they gather with their rookies. or rather, some of them. one face is conspicuously absent. ]
… He's where?
[ elysium's voice is chilly enough that it causes the defender to startle. he notices this and quickly smiles. but the defender is already wringing his hands, looking mildly ill. he doesn't know where the sniperguard went. they'd gotten a little carried away enjoying the local hospitality and, before he realised it, he was blackout wasted in an alleyway, nursing a pounding headache. when he came to, he was alone. the sniperguard probably ended up in a similar predicament somewhere…? probably fine! these things happen. but for it to happen here, now, in the middle of their first official assignment is utterly humiliating, and both the medic and caster are about ready to smack him dead.
while this gong show goes on, elysium cuts his eyes sideways toward thorns, carefully gauging his reaction. ]