"Kill me."
"Come again, Major General?" crackled an uncertain voice over the comms.
"Nothing."
Ah, a common muttered lament by miserable souls who usually don't mean it, but this Rune Knight Major General earnestly did. She also certainly had the means to do the deed herself and get out of this frustrating mission, but... Well, it was her title that stopped her these days, as well as needing a distraction. A whole squad had been entrusted to her to make sure this symposium went off without a hitch, and though she was not necessarily the only Rune Knight around with a squad here in Joya, she still felt the need to be at least somewhat reliable. The lives of countless people were at stake, both just here on these strange streets of Felidae City and the people of the countries by the war. Maybe even the world as they knew it hung in the balance.
Actually, that was a bit too much pressure. Back to the "Grr...this sucks!" If the men found out women could mask their real emotions with predictable and expected behaviors, they'd tell the church.
Being in the Special Operations Corps played into her impeccable skills of observation, infiltration, and information gathering. While she might not have the combat prowess to put down threats, her squadmates certainly had the means to quietly squash issues before they became too big. She'd never admit it, but a leadership role suited her sometimes. Strategically placing operatives was definitely a mind game requiring quick wit and knowledge from a safe distance. However, this particular event was not really in Dela's wheelhouse, as far as she knew. Her eyes and ears were open as she walked, eyeballing more anthropomorphic people in one place than she'd ever seen in her life, but she was in the middle of it. All was peaceful at the moment, even the protestors with their signs she didn't care to read. Her operatives were blending in like normal tourists or hiding in the shadows to wait. The whole idea was for all of them to stay out of sight. Covert. The more overt guarding was for the Combat Corps.
Dela had told Cillian where she was going. She'd even asked him to come along, though she didn't actually expect him to show. Things were a bit rough these days, what with Vera's sudden disappearance. Their mutual friend left a gaping hole in her life both personally and professionally, one that Dela had desperately tried to keep from forming to start with. This was why immortals shouldn't have friends or lovers! Not mortal ones. It hurt too much when they were gone, not that she'd show it. The blonde didn't outwardly express her deepest feelings often, choosing to be sarcastic and jaded and guarded instead. There had been an exception on the day of that winter festival fiasco, but other than that, she always kept up a snarky brave front. So far the only change in behavior was keeping in touch with Cillian a little extra, and not just in hopes of finally getting in his pants. She wanted his comfort, even if she wouldn't ask for it, sorta like how she'd jammed her frozen toes under his thigh that one time. Knowing he was there, even if he was far away and busy with his own life was better than nothing. It kept her tethered to the present, even if the here and now was full of stress from her sister and friend both disappearing without Dela having any idea where to start.
Muting the mic to her communicator, Dela slipped off of the noisy and crowded city street into an alley, leaning her back against the balmy bricks of a random business with an exhausted sigh. She just needed a second to get her head straight, but all she could really think about was how Joya wasn't where she wanted to be. Every fiber of her being longed for her room, her unhealthy amount of plushies, Toulouse and Paris, a nice greasy pizza, some games, and some clarity on what she needed to do. She wanted to look lazy and feel lazy, because that's when her brain did its magic and she'd catch a break.
The best she could do was look lazy in an alley, though. "Ugh..."
[wc: 721]
"Come again, Major General?" crackled an uncertain voice over the comms.
"Nothing."
Ah, a common muttered lament by miserable souls who usually don't mean it, but this Rune Knight Major General earnestly did. She also certainly had the means to do the deed herself and get out of this frustrating mission, but... Well, it was her title that stopped her these days, as well as needing a distraction. A whole squad had been entrusted to her to make sure this symposium went off without a hitch, and though she was not necessarily the only Rune Knight around with a squad here in Joya, she still felt the need to be at least somewhat reliable. The lives of countless people were at stake, both just here on these strange streets of Felidae City and the people of the countries by the war. Maybe even the world as they knew it hung in the balance.
Actually, that was a bit too much pressure. Back to the "Grr...this sucks!" If the men found out women could mask their real emotions with predictable and expected behaviors, they'd tell the church.
Being in the Special Operations Corps played into her impeccable skills of observation, infiltration, and information gathering. While she might not have the combat prowess to put down threats, her squadmates certainly had the means to quietly squash issues before they became too big. She'd never admit it, but a leadership role suited her sometimes. Strategically placing operatives was definitely a mind game requiring quick wit and knowledge from a safe distance. However, this particular event was not really in Dela's wheelhouse, as far as she knew. Her eyes and ears were open as she walked, eyeballing more anthropomorphic people in one place than she'd ever seen in her life, but she was in the middle of it. All was peaceful at the moment, even the protestors with their signs she didn't care to read. Her operatives were blending in like normal tourists or hiding in the shadows to wait. The whole idea was for all of them to stay out of sight. Covert. The more overt guarding was for the Combat Corps.
Dela had told Cillian where she was going. She'd even asked him to come along, though she didn't actually expect him to show. Things were a bit rough these days, what with Vera's sudden disappearance. Their mutual friend left a gaping hole in her life both personally and professionally, one that Dela had desperately tried to keep from forming to start with. This was why immortals shouldn't have friends or lovers! Not mortal ones. It hurt too much when they were gone, not that she'd show it. The blonde didn't outwardly express her deepest feelings often, choosing to be sarcastic and jaded and guarded instead. There had been an exception on the day of that winter festival fiasco, but other than that, she always kept up a snarky brave front. So far the only change in behavior was keeping in touch with Cillian a little extra, and not just in hopes of finally getting in his pants. She wanted his comfort, even if she wouldn't ask for it, sorta like how she'd jammed her frozen toes under his thigh that one time. Knowing he was there, even if he was far away and busy with his own life was better than nothing. It kept her tethered to the present, even if the here and now was full of stress from her sister and friend both disappearing without Dela having any idea where to start.
Muting the mic to her communicator, Dela slipped off of the noisy and crowded city street into an alley, leaning her back against the balmy bricks of a random business with an exhausted sigh. She just needed a second to get her head straight, but all she could really think about was how Joya wasn't where she wanted to be. Every fiber of her being longed for her room, her unhealthy amount of plushies, Toulouse and Paris, a nice greasy pizza, some games, and some clarity on what she needed to do. She wanted to look lazy and feel lazy, because that's when her brain did its magic and she'd catch a break.
The best she could do was look lazy in an alley, though. "Ugh..."
[wc: 721]