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Game Log / Game Session 4A - War Games
August 27, 2016, 12:31:28 PM
Marking this post as a reminder to myself; this is where we left off in the story.
/thoroughly enjoyed to this point. Thank you!
Nothing to see here, please disperse.
No wait, still working on it
(OOC: Thanks! Edited her name.)

Sasha lay on the floor, grimacing as she flexed her hands open and closed. She had nodded while Shannon had spoken and a smile crossed her lips. But when asked to defy her future captors she looked up at her daughter with a new spark in her eyes.

Her father answered for his wife, "we shall Shannon. We already know how we are going to fight from the inside."

Shannon turned to him, he continued. "This is the part in our goodbye that I am supposed to tell you, keep your nose clean kiddo, don't worry about us..."

Shannon smiled, sensing the words her father was about to utter. Her father had always shared his rebellious passion with his daughter, she was always afforded the government an equal share of the hate.

"Mate that my daughter. You give them hell." he whispered harshly.
Game Log / Game Session 4A - War Games
January 23, 2012, 07:00:00 AM
(OOG: bump to Johan, I will post my new home phone number in the OOG folder)
"The pleasure not with me, but with many others is what I have heard," Jena immediately replied. Her face was still flush and her eyes hinted of challenge.

All the other students held their breath, waiting for Xavier to respond.
"HOLD" on this thread at the moment, you will see why shortly....
The helm conveyed no emotion.

The Greatsword swung through the air at a speed that defied reality, it smashed into the chains that held the manacles about Sasha's wrists. The rungs of steel shattered, showering down over the woman and her young daughter. Shannon caught her mother and lowered her quickly to the floor.

Her arms finally freed from the frozen torture above her head, Sasha cried out in relief as her body laid to rest.

Judge Criss retreated to the door a few steps away. He turned and offered "Five more turns Shannon," and then took a step out, closing the door behind him.
The ring of the steel as the greatsword was withdrawn from the Judge's scabbard sent a shiver down Shannon's spine.
Michael looked to Harrison, expecting an angry retort. Harrison merely pierced his lips in a thin frown and crossed his arms across his chest. Michael turned back to Martha. "The most important recruit we have had to date and you already want to throw her to the wolves. That's nice Martha," he ridiculed.

"Kristen should have had let her be, she is in the heart of that god-forsaken citadel which is the root of all the evil left in the world," she replied.

"And I would rather have a view inside then be blind to that evil," responded Michael, who also crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And your compatriots agree with me."

Martha stared at Michael, her expression deadpan but there was a hint of contempt in her eyes. Michael ignored it.

"So setup our insurance policy and get that ring to Isaac, we will visit his shop when we get back," Michael said.

"Fine, but this is all being reported."

"Of course it is," Michael replied snidely, "from you Martha I wouldn't expect any less. I am, in fact, counting on it."

With that, Michael turned to Harrison and directed him towards the door. They left her building without another word.

Outside, Michael looked at his watch under the light of the hooded lantern. "We got just enough of time to make it back without having to run."

It was a warm night, Harrison found that he was a little sweaty after only a few minutes of walking. The thought was interrupted by Michael breaking the silence.

"I didn't ask Martha questions about Angelus or pry her for information about your father because she would have feigned ignorance if she even knew something," he said. "Tomorrow morning I will have a friend collect you from the orphanage, less conspicuous for me that way. Then we will go see another friend of mine who knows LowTown well, see if that contact knows anything."

He looked to Harrison to see if had any questions.
In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Child's Goodbye
December 28, 2011, 07:31:56 AM
"Sun can't penetrate a veil so finely woven with deceit my daughter," her father whispered back. "Someday, we will escape the darkness and seek the shard of light known as justice. With that shard we will pierce that veil, rip it into two and free all good people of SafeHaven."

Shannon heard the steel footsteps of the Judge enter the cell. She turned and watched as the gigantic suit of plate mail walked over to her mother and looked down upon her hanging form

"Come here Shannon and hold your mother," Judge Criss stated and then rested his hands on his scabbarded greatsword.
In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy with a Key
December 27, 2011, 08:52:10 AM
(OOG: Any need to post? Or shalt I continue?)
In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Child's Goodbye
December 27, 2011, 08:50:56 AM
When her father immediately replied, he used a tone of voice that was all too familiar to the young girl. It was the same hushed tone that Shannon heard countless times when her father would lean down to her and tell her secrets, conspiracies, or opinions about those around them. He said, "Shannon. Listen to me now. You will do nothing of the sort. You will not try to free us for your attempt would ruin our plans. When the time comes, your mother and I will escape our prison and come save you from yours; save you from the prison walls around this city. We will free you Shannon from this corrupt society and flee to a new land."
Jena had taken a look at his chest and then after meeting Xavier's gaze, blushed (again) and looked away. A moment later her hands raised up to her neck and she quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Unceremoniously she threw it on the pile of shirts near the heating pot at the wagon center.

"Now that's what I am talking about," said Ronald across from them. Jena was voluptuous for her age, her school-issued bra was tight about her chest.

Jena responded to him, "Why they don't segregate the girls from the boys on these trips is beyond me."

The third (and only other) girl in the wagon was sitting on the top tier of the opposite front corner. She had red hair like Renee's, but that is where any resemblance ended; for this girl had a big nose and really wide, manly shoulders. She said, "I've heard that it's part of the test of the WarGames. The military wants to see if we can behave in close quarters."