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The platform was wider than he thought it would be, it also felt more narrow than he thought it would feel. It was the nerves he could recognize, for more than a week they had been preparing for this but for some reason, his dumb ass was caught blindsided the moment the alarms sounded to actually participate in the siege. It was funny, this wasn't his first siege but it was the first time he was on the defender's side, he couldn't say he was fond of it, unlike the nervous excitement that filled your body when you were an attacker for these last hours there were only anxiety and long periods of time sitting in silence, vigilant but with attention wavering every so often.
Already he had seen some people start to chafe, starting arguments or having quiet breakdowns in a corner.
If Zell was here he would have likely cracked a joke and improved the morale, if Mac or Fenna they would know what to say, if Kass or Clive were here their mere presence would reassure others, if Alisson was here she would probably share some obscure trick to calm the nerves.
But it was him here and he was speechless.
That is until the dead started raining from above.
He watched as the beast flew through the sky, a "Corpse Dropper" half his mind cursed, to have one of those things here... was Saladin really pulling some cards from his sleeve this early? No, it wasn't the time to think about that.
Instead, he grabbed his anchor and swung it at the closest ghoul, he had been too slow to create a barrier around his platform but he could correct the issue "To arms! Melee fighters kill the ghouls before they cause more damage! Light Domain bring down the Corpse Dropper! Earth and water target the troops! Everyone else go for the towers!"
The momentum was firmly in Saladin's grasp and they wouldn't be able to switch for now.
As much as he hated it the best option for now was to wait, this was just the opening move
Yo! I am a little under the Weather with what I think may be a cold, I will post tomorrow.
Hello, I hope you all got a happy new year
Ayoooo, merry christmas dudes! For those of you who celebrate it
It's the holiday break, brother haha! Did you forget? You can post if you want, but you don't have to.
...I may be a moron, I actually forgot.
UGGHHH, at least now I have most of it done
Yo! I am somewhat busy with some IRL things so I won't be able to post tonight, toworrow should be fine tho
He frowned as he heard Clarissa talk, thanks to Zigmund memories he understood what she was talking about, despite the different language used in Mytheria and whatever magic the Source was running to translate for them, HACKING was really the best word to describe the process in which one could interact with Source directly. Not that he had much experience in doing so, the closest he came to it was doing sabotage and espionage on behalf of some shady two-bit egghead back when he spent his days at the Capital.
Still, if there was one thing he had learned during his time working with Clarissa was to let her rant, there were nuggets of wisdom she expected you to pick up and she would give you this disappointed stare if you failed to do so.
What he didn't expect was for the instant recrimination, he stared baffled as she scolded him, did she really? He watched around and saw a few of the surrounding scientists pretending they didn't overhear anything while shaking their shoulders with repressed laughter and by his side, he made eye contact with Alison. He grits his teeth to prevent a blush from forming on his face "Oi" Sadly Clarissa Shields was not a woman who stopped by anything, so she simply bulldozed through his attempt at a response, made some creepy gang signs disguised as crossing her arms, then exited the room with his companion in tow. Leaving him in the middle of the room in bemused silence with an eyelid shaking in annoyance.
"Snrk..."
Slowly his head moved in the direction of a particular scientist, a 40-something balding man with an impressive poker face.
He watched as said face turned progressively purple by the moment before deciding it was enough "Ahhhh, a minute, you all can laugh at me for a minute" Instantly his eardrums were assailed by the sound of laughter, for all that Clarissa had trouble being considerate to her subordinates she was talented at accidentally allowing them to relieve tension with her antics.
After said minute he decided that enough was enough "Okay ya lot that's enough, you all have a job to do" He directed a glare around the room and was glad to see that between giggle and chuckle they were in fact returning to work "Marcus you tend to be her translator, any idea what the fuck that was?"
He just knew that no matter the answer it would be a headache for him.
Yo I am writting my post and I should be finished by tomorro- HOLY SHIT AVAP YOU CAN FLY!!??
Alison, bless her heart, decided to not press the issue and instead shifted her questions which was more than welcome on his part. To be asked about himself out of nowhere was... rattling, not unpleasant, despite the thousand sins he had committed and regretted there was still a sense of pride in his previous prowess. But to James, it still felt odd talking to strangers about their little situation, despite how far he has come in terms of moving past it.
Hearing her talk about being the enemy's thought process was a reminder of the sort of enemy they possessed.
"You make sense, from what I have heard, General Saladin is, well sorry for the language but he is a crafty motherfucker" He gave her a shake of the head "Cunning, pragmatic and with a penchant for overwhelming force, there is a reason why the Witch Queen has him at the forefront of the war"
He hesitated for a moment before elaborating, the subject was difficult but if he felt that anyone could do something with the info it was Alison.
"I learned a couple of days ago about something called the massacre of Eretia, Eredge, and Dantuin, a large scale conflict led by the General, the records are spotty as they were compiled by the few survivors that managed to escape but they spoke of spies and infiltrators long before the operation began, of long-range artillery supported by magic defenses, illusions, tunnels, poisoning of supplies and psychological attacks to lower morale. The General is a crafty old bastard whose pragmatism is surpassed only by his cunning. Make no mistake, if given the slightest opening he will slide a poisoned dagger through a gash in your armor and then convince you to kill your friends in exchange for an antidote"
Maybe there were such records, or maybe there weren't. He didn't know.
All he could remember was the barked orders, the FIREfire, the screams, and the glee.
"That is to say, never underestimate him, always assume he has a backup strategy and an escape route planned" He gave her a small node "I already brought this to the attention of the few authorities I know but what they do with it..."
They never stopped talking as they walked and eventually, the Academy was in sight.
With sure steps James walked right through the front doors while making a gesture to the guards that Alison was with him, he didn't know if there had always been guards stationed at the doors of the Academy or if it was a recent thing thanks to the siege but for all they were intimidating Charles and Manny were pleasant once you got to know them. Room by room he led Alison deeper into the Academy, until he arrived at the now familiar door, giving it a push he came across a familiar sight, a room full of Mytheria style computers and some kind of reinforced glass showing the Control Cube being held tightly by a pillar.
There were several familiar faces and he returned a couple of nods and greetings but his destination was the woman in a small podium overlooking the work stations. Clarissa Shield cut an intimidating figure as always, back straight and shoulders squared, one would think she was getting ready to throw down in a ring but that was just the way she did things.
"Hey Chief! Got someone I want you to meet"
She was also someone he considered a friend so there was a certain lel of informality he wouldn't allow to drop.
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