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Post by LORELEI ACKERMANN on Mar 1, 2018 0:43:20 GMT -6
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black as night
black as night
[attr="class","leatherlyric"]AN EXHIBITION OF SHEER PRECISION, YET NO ONE KNOWS FROM WHERE SHE COMES
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In a sickening way, this was familiar. A testament to a person she had been and tried to erase; an echo of a time better left forgotten. When Imum had fallen to the hands of the survivors of Lyeant, she had watched it crumble with empty eyes devoid of anger or surprise. The signs had been there, of course, for days, perhaps weeks before it began, and what fool weeps for a tragedy they had known of in advance, accepted before it ever truly came to pass? Imum wasn't hers, no matter what the people may say in their acid-soaked tongues, not in the way that it had been Nymah's. She was not so heartless as to say that she cared not for the end result of Pokemon worldwide, but she was also not so heartless that she would actively seek out the eradication of humanity for the sake of a cause she similarly did not believe in. (Was it better, though, to have sought it out for a cause seemingly unjustified? Debts to be repaid, promises to uphold, expectations to meet and exceed – was a personal wager worth the lives of strangers? She'd thought so at the time. Hindsight revealed that she was not so sure.) Because it was not hers, nor had it ever really been, she did not grieve its inevitable passing, but rather grieved the passing of herself. It was no small miracle that she still walked the earth, that of the region she'd called for the destruction of, no less, a living woman, but she could never walk it as herself again. Mother had died to disease, as had her younger sister in the years that followed. Father had died as pigs do. The last testament to the Ackermann name, too, died in the collapse of Imum, and a shell wearing her body and stealing away her mind sulked in a land she would have had gone. To die once is a tragedy. To die a second time was a personal folly. If murdering meant being murdered, she would have washed her hands clean of it in the day she took on the guise of Marlene and began her life from the very first step again.[break][break]
And yet, here she was: killing on the mind, Hataro at her side, bloodshed of a person she had never met on the mind, and all for the sake of a woman who was not here, who did not really care for her. All to protect a past identity. (Conforming back into it.) The amount of fanfare was far less, of course, than a bomb planted carefully in a cake, but the basic principal was all the same. (Try to be better, try to do good, but the world keeps dragging her right back here, to red-stained hands and a horribly empty mind, no guilt, no empathy, no shame. Will this be all she's ever good for?) Lorelei doubted for herself – but for the sake of the man at her side, she hid it away, pushed it aside, always the stoic master who could never be moved. Hataro had been an avid follower of Imum, not chained down by life debts and blood pacts, and to expect him to stand at her side in Parallax, who very well spat in the face of all he had fought for was burden enough. She would not burden him with the additional weight of her hesitation. If only for his sake, she would uphold the age-old ruse.[break][break]
Familiar. (Sickening.)[break][break]
“There will be multiple targets,” she explained to him, unfurling a map of the building they were to infiltrate and kill all occupants of. “Our main objective, Mister Elmaloy, his two assistants, and approximately five miscellaneous employees wandering the grounds. Elimination of the primary target will fall onto me, of course, as well as that of the assistants. Because they're confined in a single exit area, there should be no difficulty, even in the likely instance that they struggle.” Tapping her finger over each area the remaining workers were likely to be found in, she continued, “The remaining targets, then, shall be left in your hands. One makes rounds here, another is stationed entirely here, and the others can be located in any number of rooms in the eastern-most wing. The ideal approach would be stealthy termination. Should any of them bare witness to another corpse or hear the commotion of a conflict, they will most certainly alert someone on the outside; this must be avoided at all costs, but I've prepared a method of detonation to the grounds and a method of quick escape if circumstances call for it. Our orders ask that we maintain a level of quietness about this all. Destruction via explosions would certainly draw unwanted media attention.”[break][break]
A part of her she would rather leave unnoticed cried out at the thought, itching to hit a button, to see the establishment and its feeble-minded occupants blown to the Hall of Origin. An information compromise to Lark, however, was a compromise to her own safety, and failure of any degree, even if entirely on Hataro's shoulders would certainly be punished heavily. (Not that the “rewards” for “good behavior” were much more welcome.) “Your methods may be as you choose. I do not doubt your ability to determine the best course of action and see it through. Have you any questions before we begin? If not, we depart when you are prepared.”
In a sickening way, this was familiar. A testament to a person she had been and tried to erase; an echo of a time better left forgotten. When Imum had fallen to the hands of the survivors of Lyeant, she had watched it crumble with empty eyes devoid of anger or surprise. The signs had been there, of course, for days, perhaps weeks before it began, and what fool weeps for a tragedy they had known of in advance, accepted before it ever truly came to pass? Imum wasn't hers, no matter what the people may say in their acid-soaked tongues, not in the way that it had been Nymah's. She was not so heartless as to say that she cared not for the end result of Pokemon worldwide, but she was also not so heartless that she would actively seek out the eradication of humanity for the sake of a cause she similarly did not believe in. (Was it better, though, to have sought it out for a cause seemingly unjustified? Debts to be repaid, promises to uphold, expectations to meet and exceed – was a personal wager worth the lives of strangers? She'd thought so at the time. Hindsight revealed that she was not so sure.) Because it was not hers, nor had it ever really been, she did not grieve its inevitable passing, but rather grieved the passing of herself. It was no small miracle that she still walked the earth, that of the region she'd called for the destruction of, no less, a living woman, but she could never walk it as herself again. Mother had died to disease, as had her younger sister in the years that followed. Father had died as pigs do. The last testament to the Ackermann name, too, died in the collapse of Imum, and a shell wearing her body and stealing away her mind sulked in a land she would have had gone. To die once is a tragedy. To die a second time was a personal folly. If murdering meant being murdered, she would have washed her hands clean of it in the day she took on the guise of Marlene and began her life from the very first step again.[break][break]
And yet, here she was: killing on the mind, Hataro at her side, bloodshed of a person she had never met on the mind, and all for the sake of a woman who was not here, who did not really care for her. All to protect a past identity. (Conforming back into it.) The amount of fanfare was far less, of course, than a bomb planted carefully in a cake, but the basic principal was all the same. (Try to be better, try to do good, but the world keeps dragging her right back here, to red-stained hands and a horribly empty mind, no guilt, no empathy, no shame. Will this be all she's ever good for?) Lorelei doubted for herself – but for the sake of the man at her side, she hid it away, pushed it aside, always the stoic master who could never be moved. Hataro had been an avid follower of Imum, not chained down by life debts and blood pacts, and to expect him to stand at her side in Parallax, who very well spat in the face of all he had fought for was burden enough. She would not burden him with the additional weight of her hesitation. If only for his sake, she would uphold the age-old ruse.[break][break]
Familiar. (Sickening.)[break][break]
“There will be multiple targets,” she explained to him, unfurling a map of the building they were to infiltrate and kill all occupants of. “Our main objective, Mister Elmaloy, his two assistants, and approximately five miscellaneous employees wandering the grounds. Elimination of the primary target will fall onto me, of course, as well as that of the assistants. Because they're confined in a single exit area, there should be no difficulty, even in the likely instance that they struggle.” Tapping her finger over each area the remaining workers were likely to be found in, she continued, “The remaining targets, then, shall be left in your hands. One makes rounds here, another is stationed entirely here, and the others can be located in any number of rooms in the eastern-most wing. The ideal approach would be stealthy termination. Should any of them bare witness to another corpse or hear the commotion of a conflict, they will most certainly alert someone on the outside; this must be avoided at all costs, but I've prepared a method of detonation to the grounds and a method of quick escape if circumstances call for it. Our orders ask that we maintain a level of quietness about this all. Destruction via explosions would certainly draw unwanted media attention.”[break][break]
A part of her she would rather leave unnoticed cried out at the thought, itching to hit a button, to see the establishment and its feeble-minded occupants blown to the Hall of Origin. An information compromise to Lark, however, was a compromise to her own safety, and failure of any degree, even if entirely on Hataro's shoulders would certainly be punished heavily. (Not that the “rewards” for “good behavior” were much more welcome.) “Your methods may be as you choose. I do not doubt your ability to determine the best course of action and see it through. Have you any questions before we begin? If not, we depart when you are prepared.”
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Hayato Sesshou , so much of this is just her having an internal struggle not-quite-monologue, and i'm so sorry. if you'd like to take the reigns a bit in the next post, you can have them head off to the hit site. or do whatever. aaaaaaaaaaaah.realistically, if they're splitting up, that's less character-on-character interaction, rip, but maybe they meet up later and kill some dudes together, who knowsssss.
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Hayato Sesshou , so much of this is just her having an internal struggle not-quite-monologue, and i'm so sorry. if you'd like to take the reigns a bit in the next post, you can have them head off to the hit site. or do whatever. aaaaaaaaaaaah.
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