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@Rockin Strings

I think it can be assumed he was heard.

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Ah, not exactly. He's asking if there's anything important on the sub that all the commotion can hide from being stolen.

@Konan375

Ah okay. I see!

suddenly I'm struck with the image of Tristian with a little car alarm to lock the whole sub
boop bweep

@Arty Fox

Hahahah!

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@Konan375
Also I want to make sure I get XIII's question. Is he talking about the whole submarine? Like... Does it have a car alarm/cloaking device?

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Bearing with you!

Rawwwwr!

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Hope everyone is having a good week!

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@jdh97 if you want more to go off of I can think of something. :)

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Sorry for the wait guys!

A few of the story threads crossed overlapped, and some are joined. Let me know if anything was not clear.

@Konan375 If you want XIII and Dzel to talk before they part go for it, or, if he chooses to not follow Rosalind that's okay. I just wanted to at least get here over to Dimitri and Charles. I don't want it to feel like you lost your chance to react or choose which direction your character goes.

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XIII
{@Konan375}

Rozalind frowned. Her instinct was the run toward the fire and try to put it out, yet, XIII had a point. If they were smarter perhaps their actions could be of more use… “Yes, we can go to the control room. If we go around this way we can... ”

It was then that Dzel and Herbert rounded the corner. When Dzel saw them she slowed her pace. {@jdh97}

Rozalind stepped forward. “One of those better be for me!” She snapped.
Without hesitating, Dzel took off her sidearm and tossed it toward the red head. Rozalind snatched it out of the air with her good hand. “We are heading to the control room, to see what’s going on here.”

“I was trying to find Tristian.” Dzel said evenly. “If there is a breech he is the only one who can stop it up.”

Rozalind frowned. “Right.” She considered this for a moment. “You go on that way and find Tristian. We will go this way to the control room.” She passed Dzel and beckoned XIII to follow, they would be walking away from the roaring and growling. Dzel would also pass XIII a firearm before they parted ways.

Rozalind barely looked at Herbert, but as she passed him she would say to the old man. “You... Just... Stay out of the way.”

Dzel nodded. “Stay behind me, Herbert. This way…” Dzel and Herbert would continue on in their original direction... Toward the growling and howling… Tristian’s office...

XIII and Herbert after going up and down steps a few times, they would intercept another group of comrades…

A door opened, and Twain would stumble out. Charles and Dimitri behind him. {@Arty Fox@Affili}

Twain fell flat on his face. Rozalind gasped and knelt beside him. Her expression of concern contorted into rage…

“Are you DRUNK?”

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Herbert
{@jdh97}

Dzel touched Herbert gently on the shoulder once more, then began to lead him out of the library. At the end of the bookcase there was a small pile of weapons. She stopped to quickly gather them up, slinging one long tube over her shoulder, clipping one to her waist, and strapping another to her thigh before leaving the library and leading the way through the corridors of the submarine. “We are going to evacuate.” She explained to Herbert. “We just need to find Tristian first.”

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Wolfe, Natasha
{@cpldingo@Affili}

Dzel was about move and strike the wolf she heard Natasha’s voice… Natasha sought to calm the beast. Yes… That would be best…

Dzel focused her energy on keeping the shield up, keeping the beast from further advancement… Wolfe wasn’t evil… Merely possessed by an evil spirit temporarily… Hopefully…

Sometimes people mistook animals for monsters or natural disasters for curses. Yet, there was a thing in the world called evil. Dzel knew the difference between nature and it’s subversion. She could feel the evil beyond the shield now.

Dzel would not be able to keep the shield up very long. She hoped that Natasha could get through to Wolfe within the wolf. Otherwise she would be forced to attack, and smite the creature. She wasn’t sure if Wolfe could survive such a strike… If he were still inside the beast somewhere...

… Tristan followed Natasha from his office after he tended to his secretary. He cradled her face and found her pulse. She looked up at him groggily as she regained consciousness.

“Evacuate immediately.” he told her as he helped her to stand. She fled.

Tristian’s face darkened, and he stepped from his office to defend his ship.

He was a few minutes behind Natasha, but when he saw Wolfe he spread his fingers out and raised his palms…

… Pipes ran up and down every hallway within the submarine. In a normal submarine these pipes would be relaying fuel or gasses or whatever normal submarines ran upon. The pipes in TRIDENT’s submarine held only water.

Valves turned and Tristian swooped his hands in an arc. The pipelines opened in several places, and water streamed forth. The water did not obey gravity of physics, instead it snaked out of the openings in swooping streams, there were six such rope-like streams in the air now. They whirled around toward Wolfe-wolf and wove together, creating a ring of water around him, it got thicker and thicker as more water streamed in through the pipelines.

Tristian was aqua-kinetic. He held the water in the air around the wolf. He was poised, ready to wash away the wolf if it should either attempt to flee or attack Natasha.

“Keep talking to him, Natasha.” Tristian said, once he felt the beast should be contained. I think he can hear you…” Tristian had always been an optimist...