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"Someone wasn't paying attention..." He answered, "You all can rest. I have some thinking to do."
The old Zebedee probably would have been annoyed that his epic speech was missed or went unheard, but this Zebedee, he was different. He was now in a headspace to do what it took to save as many as...
Jael looked at the Doc in confusion, even though the face was covered by the helmet. However, hearing about the potential fight ahead, Jael was ready, armed to the teeth with a railgun and adamantine blades.
"It's not the failing I'm afraid of, it's what failing will cost. I don't know if me failing will cost someone's life, ten lives, a hundred lives. That's why saving everyone comes first. But... I forgot that... And that's what... I don't know if I can earn being a hero anymore..."
Galewind...
Jael's arms were crossed as the heavy soldier looked at the surrounding area. Not having an objective at the moment could provide an opportunity to look around a bit more.
[JAEL] text log to [everyone]: Going on a walk. Inform me if you need me.
Taeka nodded, appreciating the answer.
"Can you see my soul burning, then?" She asked.
Meanwhile, the Weatherwraith stopped up on hearing the War King ask his name.
"I can't even say it with pride anymore..." He answered the War King, "Zebedee Galewind, a fool pretending to be a hero. Or...
Jael, armor fully equipped once more before leaving the room, met up with the rest of the group.
"Hmm," The heavy grunted, the distortion of the helmet's microphone making Jael's gender still unclear merely by listening.
Taeka cracked her neck as she looked up at him. It was weird, much like the soldier she faced days earlier (I believe his name was Zachary), she couldn't help but wonder how strong someone with the title of "War King" was.
"How strong are you?" She asked out of sheer bloodlusted impulse, still...
Jael got up, still sleeping as the armor charged. Yes, apparently, Jael slept in the armor as it charged. Weirdly, it was the most familiar thing to sleep in here, at least as of right now. The heavy always felt like the bed was too soft, and it would feel like Jael was going to sink inside of...
(I've enabled notifications from this site on my phone, which should help me to respond more consistently. I've been sucking at that. What do you need me to respond to?)
Jael quietly picks at the food with a utensil, and then walks away with it. After all, all of the conversation can still be heard through the comm devices and logs.
Zebedee, exhaling a cool breath, ends up emitting a fire. Seeing this, he began to try to exacerbate the chill of the wall he was bound to. At the same time, Taeka slows her heart rate, keeping still and embracing the cold, and allowing what should be frigidity to turn into heat upon her body...
Kaminos continued to mow enemies down, leaving ashes of their remains to blow in the wind as he yelled toward his allies to move into their proper positions.
"'Mmoo'zh! 'Nnoo'ts!" He shouted instinctively in Orc before translating, "Move, now!"
"What more do you want us to learn?" Zebedee said aloud, talking to no one in particular, "Whatever it is... teach me... And let us free!"
He takes another step forward.
"If we have to go through hell again, I'll bear each of their hells... If I'm not meant to be a savior, or even a hero...
Jael kept the helmet on, but was enjoying the atmosphere, especially the faint background music. Even with the distorted microphone of the heavy's suit, it was clear that Jael was an enjoyer of Earth's classics, much like the ones playing in the restaurant, from the humming that harmonized with...
(So sorry I've hardly been active here!)
Zeb remains steadfastly focused on making it through Regnok. Earthquakes, dark reflections... Even if it turned into hell itself, he would force himself to push through.
"Jael Pike. Call sign: 'Gun Show'."
Jael's voice is still heavily distorted by the malfunctioning PA in the helmet, yet the words spoken are understandable.
Taeka and Zeb continue to make their way through, with Zebedee doing his best to send out fire from his person to illuminate and heat up the rest of the group.
Jael turned and hauled Cy and Chrome, hauling one over each shoulder. After all the Heavy had no idea how far along their reboots they were, or just failed to pay attention in the heat of the moment.
Taeka read the text aloud.
"'Look. Never approach the dark. Don't trust what you hear.' I think that's they way we navigate our way through..."
Zebedee raises a brow, replicating something he did when first joined the party. He created a pillar of fire, and sent it in front of the group. If it...