Post by Maria Ashwin on Jun 23, 2024 23:32:12 GMT -5
 | ' BEING SECOND BEST....ISN'T SO BAD' 5 paragraphs5 paragraphs total so far Location: Moscow Blast Zone |
(1) The hum of cicadas, relentless and vibrant, filled the afternoon air of Moscow. It was an incongruous soundtrack to the scene before Maria – the ruins of what had once been a grand and bustling place. A few weeks had passed since the Vanden's shocking attack. The memory of that report, it still sent shivers down her spine – war machines that defied imagination, arrows that unraveled existence itself, and an army that seemed to stretch without end. Impressive, undeniably, but it only served to solidify a gnawing fear within her. Las Noches had fallen so far. Where once they were a force to be reckoned with, they now seemed woefully unprepared for such an onslaught.
(2.) Maria adjusted the straps of her bag, a stark contrast against her white uniform. The weight of responsibility settled heavy on her shoulders. In the wake of Las Noches's impotence, it fell upon her, the Segunda Espada, to become their eyes, ears, and hands. To gather intelligence, assess the damage, and find a way forward, even in the face of such crushing devestation. She trusted little one else to be competent enough to even begin doing what she needed them to do
(3.) A cool breeze sighed through the desolate landscape, carrying with it the faint scent of ozone and burnt metal. It was a chilling reminder of the devastation wrought. Maria imagined the souls lost to the void, countless humans consumed by the relentless hunger of oblivion. It was a tragedy, an echo of what could potentially befall Las Noches itself. A fate she would fight back took and nail to the last drop of blood left her body , and the soul king himself beat the soul from her brow.
(4.) Rounding a corner, she reached into the folds of her uniform and pulled out a device that resembled a sleek, metallic phone. White blips flickered to life on the screen as she activated it, each one representing a fallen Sekki Sekki node – the lifeblood of Maria’s greatest gift to las noches itself , her legacy to her wayward people "Several down in the sewer and subway station," she murmured, a low growl forming in her throat. These nodes, hidden within the city's underbelly, were crucial for last steps of maria’s plan to begin strengthening her people. Not having them was a significant setback.
(5.) Maria tucked the device back into her uniform, her neon green hair contrasting starkly with the ashen landscape. Now, the most important task was finding an intact subway entrance. Somewhere beneath the ruined city, she hoped, a connection might still exist, a flicker of hope amidst the ashes. She set off, her boots crunching rhythmically on the scorched earth, her destination the city's decaying heart – the labyrinthine network of Moscow's underground. Her only comfort being she had brought an Excavation & Scout team to the site with her , each team manning a drill.
(2.) Maria adjusted the straps of her bag, a stark contrast against her white uniform. The weight of responsibility settled heavy on her shoulders. In the wake of Las Noches's impotence, it fell upon her, the Segunda Espada, to become their eyes, ears, and hands. To gather intelligence, assess the damage, and find a way forward, even in the face of such crushing devestation. She trusted little one else to be competent enough to even begin doing what she needed them to do
(3.) A cool breeze sighed through the desolate landscape, carrying with it the faint scent of ozone and burnt metal. It was a chilling reminder of the devastation wrought. Maria imagined the souls lost to the void, countless humans consumed by the relentless hunger of oblivion. It was a tragedy, an echo of what could potentially befall Las Noches itself. A fate she would fight back took and nail to the last drop of blood left her body , and the soul king himself beat the soul from her brow.
(4.) Rounding a corner, she reached into the folds of her uniform and pulled out a device that resembled a sleek, metallic phone. White blips flickered to life on the screen as she activated it, each one representing a fallen Sekki Sekki node – the lifeblood of Maria’s greatest gift to las noches itself , her legacy to her wayward people "Several down in the sewer and subway station," she murmured, a low growl forming in her throat. These nodes, hidden within the city's underbelly, were crucial for last steps of maria’s plan to begin strengthening her people. Not having them was a significant setback.
(5.) Maria tucked the device back into her uniform, her neon green hair contrasting starkly with the ashen landscape. Now, the most important task was finding an intact subway entrance. Somewhere beneath the ruined city, she hoped, a connection might still exist, a flicker of hope amidst the ashes. She set off, her boots crunching rhythmically on the scorched earth, her destination the city's decaying heart – the labyrinthine network of Moscow's underground. Her only comfort being she had brought an Excavation & Scout team to the site with her , each team manning a drill.
