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"Liquifactive necrosis," Hermit's eyes sparkled behind the tinted lenses of her glasses. "We have a carbon-based lifeform. And a fungal form of life." the young Augur flexed her fingers concentrating on the parasitic lifeform more than the fungal one it had been grafted to. She was going to pit...

Sherry's eye had twitched twice. First from the boot smacking her in the side. Her hip now sore, the second time at the language being spoken. The scientist had come close to sputtering a curse but managed to hold her tongue. "Pōnta issi dôr...?" (They are killing people?) was her whispered the...

'Let it go, let it flow over and past you... like water. Yeah, like water. Keep it together girl!' Hermit kept telling herself as the Liquidators poured fire into the monstrosity. Stuck in place with her glowing eyes wide behind the glasses. Whatever it was looked straight from a horror movie...

How long had Hermit held her breath from that electrical shock to the brain and the sound of flesh on the floor? Feet? The sensations had been like an assault on the basic five senses a normal human could quantify. Trying to explain it to Black and Blue would be like trying to explain color to a...

Sherry wanted to curse, she was a damned scientist. Not some sort of SpecOps, Commando, Shock trooper or whatever else BAMF liked to use and call themselves. If you wanted something designed and built, she was your girl. Wanted a genetic horror? Probably could do that too (And oh how she didn't...

Hermit let out a yelp and out of reflex kept trying to flex her jaw of momentary shock. It was a pop (to her what of the others?) in her senses. More pops went off, and the shriek made her look to Kay and her bloodied nose. Beginning to reach out only to retreat at remembering where the blinded...

The strangeness of the sensation was nigh on incomprehensible. Hermit felt it. Her mind tried to translate it into sensation, to process this into something not dissimilar to a familiarity of bodily expression. With Kay and Judgement investigating, Moon going about her task, Hermit all but...

Hermit had held that split second look from this... older woman and did much the same. Taking in the details. How was she even able to hide from them all in such a manner? The smell of the smoke caused the edges of her lips to twitch ever so faintly. It wasn't a pleasant scent to her, but...

Čehrāzād had been wary at first in shaking the hand of a Gol. But in the end, did so. Her grip firm, her father had always taught that showing a lack thereof was a sign of not only weakness, but an insult to one's self, and mockery of the other. So her own had been firm for a human, not so, but...

Hermit had worn a frown at the food, and Magician's words. There was a paper trail. Always a paper trail. How could the floofy haired turd not understand something so deliciously simple? If the OIA knew of them, and the others amongst them knew, someone higher did as well. And on and on. Maybe a...

The debriefings had caused Sherry no small annoyance at the numerous retellings and thorough questioning. And every time she had shared her recollections. All of it compounded by their present circumstances at now being in this expeditionary force. The Qadeshi took some small solace in being in...

Hermit's stomach had been performing little flips until her mind went back into its lockdown. She hated when she had to open herself in such a manner. It felt... invasive. Invading her privacy, sanctity of her mind. Even as she found her feet and Kay ushered them forward, Hermit still held on to...

Čehrāzād groused about their using explosives. In a cave system of all places. Did these daft fools even know the meaning of cave-in? It had, had the Qadeshi on edge to the point she'd begun inspecting here and there. From cracks to pulverized rock dust. Oh, the scientist had tried to impress on...

Hermit, ever reluctant to give up, and vehement to keep her inner solitude hated what was to come. And as the technically blind First Generation blinded her, having to let her in was a test in her ability to calmly accept it. Layer upon layer stripped. Like locks falling away, doors opening...

Hermit would've shot a retort to the loud boy as she called Magician... when he was loud. But the girl, well, a young woman now watched the other Augurs at their work with only mild interest. But when Judgement had been the only one to show off his training at first, Hermit watched. She was a...

"You're so loud!" hissed Hermit, hands cupped against her ears. The fragile-looking young woman with her alabaster skin, strawberry blond hair, and blue eyes. From her accent, she was from the eastern part of Babel's continent. Part of the plating at her feet suddenly dipped with a protested...

"Oh, aye, aye let Cassy make de whiskey. ." Artemis began completely ignoring the reminder from her master. And then to herself, she spouted, "Lig do roinnt amaitéarach an post a dhéanamh. Ní cosúil nach ndéanfaidh sí praiseach de i gcroí croí." in scathing tones and entered a full-blown rant...

The girl that had been known as Anaïs had lain in a state of dormancy for however long. Her body was unfeeling for the most part. Just the girl and her thoughts. Things had been slow but steady in a way that someone may have perceived it so. But in relative terms, it would have not been so for...

Čehrāzād merely stared at the woman intently with unblinking bluer than blue eyes. They were not natural of course. Being gene-tailored and all. But as the sickly seeming female pointed toward the distant spot of brightness in a perpetual night, Sherry looked on with a frown. If this were truly...

Sherry watched her handiwork as the thin woman worked to try and placate the crowded bus. She had wondered about her sisters. Her heart ached and worry made it all the worse. But ever the curious one and to sew a bit of discord in her little experiment after reading the contractural invocation...