isla wolfe demands your presence (convoquer) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-06-06 15:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, - vol squad, - vols rising, isla wolfe, savannah bordeaux, zelda bonnaire |
WHO: Isla Wolfe, Zelda Bonnaire, Savannah Bordeaux and Vols Rising member Xia.
WHAT: Vol Squad comes up against Vols Rising!
WHEN: Afternoon.
WHERE: La Trobe University, Melbourne.
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Complete.
Isla had no goddamn clue what was going on, or what, exactly, she'd been called in as back-up as. She was cursing herself for abandoning her telepathic training - if she could sense the signatures of the students, she could be helping to evacuate! - and she couldn't keep track of her fellow Vol Squad members in her mind - everyone was moving, and fast, and nobody was texting for help. What should she do? What was she supposed to do?! "Calme-toi," she berated herself, ducking into a tiny alleyway to collect her thoughts. "What would Sam do?" She thought on that for a second, and revised. "What would Sam tell you to do?" Probably get back to a safe base, and start bringing people who needed it in. Right? Right. Okay. Deep breath. That was what she was going to do. Squeezing her eyes shut, Isla reassured herself that her teammates were all still alive, at least, and prepared herself to get to safety. When she opened them, there was another girl in the alley. Xia's back was to Isla, and she was speaking rapid Chinese into an earpiece. She was collected, and calm, and surveying the chaotic scene with a calculating eye. She hadn't even noticed the Vol Squad member until the French Canadian spoke, whimpering, "Crisse, crisse, ohmigod, you're VR, aren't you?!" "...shit," Xia said in English, and then suddenly the alley got a lot more crowded. Zelda had been on high ground on top of one of the buildings with her sniper rifle and other weapons. She'd been perfectly happy to watch the chaos and take out the VR members from a distance, and make sure that her friends and the other squadmates (even the ones she still didn't know) didn't get hurt too badly. It was where she worked best, on high and away from the crowd. So it was a surprise to suddenly be in an alley, "What the-?" She exclaimed before she noticed Isla. Well. At least that made sense. "Isla?" And then there was the other person in the alley. Zelda threw down her sniper rifle quickly and pulled out her side arm and pointed it at the new girl. "What the fuck?" She asked, although if she was addressing the sudden relocation, the chaos in general or the VR member, she was unsure. Savannah had been ushering people out of the university building, trying to touch as many people on the back as they streamed out in some vague measure of comfort. “It’s gonna be okay,” she yelled above the din, “keep going, you’re gonna be okay, we’ll handle it!” Her heart thudded wildly against her chest despite her assurances, knowing that she was lying. This was not okay, at all. Though she couldn’t see them, the people that they couldn’t get out in time were rapidly falling to their knees, sickened. Fudge fudge FUDGE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, Savannah thought, keeping her face set and determined. “Everybody make your way quick as possible out the exit! This way, no pushing! No pushing!” she reiterated, more forcefully. “Y’all are gonna make it out; go go go--” Suddenly, Savannah felt an unfamiliar tug behind her navel. She didn’t have time to gasp before she vanished, and a couple of terrified students ran right through where she’d been. When she rematerialized, she found herself in what she gauged to be an alley, not unlike the ones she avoided in New Orleans. “Oh my God,” she murmured, forgetting her good-girl resolutions not to say the Lord’s name in vain, throwing a hand up to shift the shadows away from the figures she could discern ahead of her. “What the--Isla?” Isla was indeed there--but there was someone else, a Chinese girl who whipped around to see the new arrival. Savannah saw her eyes widen, but before she could shadowcast protectively, everything went black. Her center of gravity lost, she found herself stumbling, reaching a hand out to feel her surroundings. There was a faint ringing in her ears as she tripped over something, landing hard on her side. Her fingers scrabbling frantically, Savannah found her hand coming into contact with something cold and gooshy, and cringed. “Unh, gross--” But there was nothing. She felt her mouth work, but no sound came out. It was then, with a chill, Savannah realized: She was deaf. Partly out of panic, partly on instinct, she shadowcasted blindly, the tendrils growing rapidly in their confined space like smoke. She could feel them as they dusted along the brick that closed them in on either side, skirted over a dumpster, and her breath caught in her throat. Wall, she thought, her mind working quickly. Something hard-- Clothes--rough--PERSON. The shadows curled up the person’s leg, snaking around her like a vine, the tendrils tightening to grip her in place. Savannah’s heart beat against her rib cage like a drum, and she held her breath, feeling the girl begin to struggle. She hoped it was the Chinese girl she’d gotten, or the person she’d caught a glimpse of behind Isla--and not Isla herself. “I’m blind!” she yelled deafly out to Isla--or, rather, to everyone in the alley. For all she knew, her voice was a heck of a lot louder than she intended it to be. “Who else is--” there was no other way Savannah could think of to plead with the girl to let the blindness/deafness powers release her, “--I need to see, we’re all gonna get hurt unless I can see!” Shadows were swarming them, expanding like so many bats in a flock as Savannah mentally fought to suss out wherever the heck everyone was. "What did you do to Savannah, you bitch?!" Isla shrilled, frozen in place as she stared at the shadows swarming around them. She was familiar with Sav's powers, of course, but not like this. Not in an alleyway with an terrorist in the middle of an attack!! "Zelda!! Fais quelque chose!" The other Francophone had a gun at least, Isla didn't have a gun! She just had a rising panic attack in her throat and the urgent wish that she could teleport herself, or teleport people away. What could she do? Just yell and stare as the Vols Rising girl twisted and cursed in the grasp of Savannah's shadows. "You've got the VR girl, Sav, don't let go of her!!" That seemed like the right thing to say, right? Savannah was blind, her shadows were everywhere and doing something incredibly crazy, for shadows that could come alive, Isla was telling her to do something and Zelda didn't want to shoot the girl in front of her but her power didn't give her much of a choice. She couldn't do anything else, not unless she was supposed to juggle stuff and hope that the crazy terrorist girl would applaud and go away. She didn't think that was an option. "If you don't stand down, I'm going to shoot you! Do you understand?" Zelda announced, loudly and clearly. Was she supposed to be taking them in, or was she just supposed to kill or hurt her? She really couldn't remember. "Isla, check on Sav. If you need to, get her out. I can handle this." She really hoped she could handle this. She could feel--well, no, her shadows could feel the vibrations emanating from their surroundings, shuddering slightly as they drifted through the air. Savannah felt a chill down her spine, assuming there was shouting going on. “I should also mention I’m freaking deaf!” she announced helpfully. “Seriously, I am not letting go of whoever you are until I have my senses back, and I’m not real in the mood to say please.” She scowled at the end of her warning, trailing the shadows around the girl’s other leg. “Could somebody--” she tried desperately, “--could somebody just … get over here, if they can, and help keep her in place? Unless she’s Isla, in which case, sorry, Isla.” There was frustration rising in her voice. “I need y’all to give me some kind of sign because I’m essentially in a dark, soundless chamber right now!” "I don't want to hurt her, or you!" Xia snapped, writhing in the grasp of the shadows. "Then return her senses. Now." Zelda said, and attempted to sound commanding. She was holding a gun. All she'd have to do is aim and shoot and she'd go away. She was in control. Or at least, that's what Zelda continued to tell herself. "I don't want to shoot you, but I will." Isla looked back and forth between Zelda and the Chinese girl, and to Savannah and the shadows. She was hesitant, it was true -- she really didn't want to wade into that mass of blackness, even though she knew it wouldn't hurt her. "She has, like, really good aim FYI!!" she informed the terrorist, irrationally lashing out as the other Vol muttered into her earpiece again. Isla glared fiercely at her, all the while inching closer to Savannah until she was in arm's reach, so she could put a comforting hand on the redhead's shoulder and squeeze. Xia rolled her eyes, continuing to tug against the shadows even as she glanced to the mouth of the alleyway. The mouthy French one - why were they all French?! - had some kind of teleportation powers... better safe than sorry. Isla had barely touched Savannah's shoulder when her world suddenly went black and she cried out. "Putain!! Zelda! I'm blind!" And Xia was reaching out for the hand of another Vol, running pell-mell towards the mouth of the alley. Zelda aimed quickly and shot, catching her in the shoulder. She didn't want to kill her, but if she could just hurt her enough to stop her from getting away. It was in vain though as the other Vol teleported the girl away. "Merde!" She snapped angrily. She took a couple of deep breaths, tried to calm down, "Are you two okay?" She asked. "Or do I need to get you both out of here?" And with a loud crack, it was as if a black shroud had lifted, and Savannah could see again. “Oh, my God,” she breathed in relief, then sighed again at the sound of her own voice. “Oh my God thank the Lord; I can hear again.” She turned to look over her shoulder at Isla, her toes uncurling in her boots now that she’d seen with her own eyes that it wasn’t a VR person who’d crept up to touch her. Zelda’s words resonated with merciful clarity in Savannah’s ears, and she looked down at her hand in disgust, where it was covered in the remains of someone’s--whatever the food was. Great. Garbage. “I’m fine,” she called back, trying to wipe her hand on the ground before standing up, a look of disgust still visible. “Did she--” There was no point in asking if she’d escaped; clearly, the girl was gone, so they’d been unsuccessful. Frustrated, Savannah allowed her back to slam against the brick, where she placed her the palms of her hands against the cool surface and clenched her jaw. “Okay,” she declared crisply, wanting to clarify everything that had just happened. “So we get lured here on pretense of cleaning up Melbourne, and then we get sent to evacuate because there’s a biotoxic threat, and then we’re expected to immobilize the VR. I knew they’d picked a lot of us because of our combat powers, but--” She pursed her lips. “I am gettin’ real sick of being lied to. If this was a combat mission, we have the right to be freaking told.” Her blue eyes found Isla, and she frowned. “You know where everybody else is, right? Is that where all the non-evac people are, fightin’ the VR?” "Uh..." Isla supplied helpfully, staring around the alley as the recovered from being blind to suddenly not blind and there was a gunshot, and where did that girl go?! "Uhm, quoi?" she asked, her attention snapping back to Savannah and the question she'd posed. "Non-evac?" Taking a few deep breaths, she clapped her shaking hands to her temples and closed her eyes to try and concentrate. "Ouais, there are other Squad members all over... not near those lecture halls... ugh," she started, sensing a new presence in her radar. But, opening her eyes and looking at Zelda looking murderous, maybe it wasn't a good idea to mention that she could bring the sense removal girl back to them. And anyway, she blinked out of her range before Isla could decide. "Ugh," she said again, a little helplessly. "I really, really did not sign up for this." Zelda holstered her gun and picked up her dropped rifle, which she loved, but would've been useless in the alley. "Come on, we should go." She said. "Get to safety." She didn't say anything about who had signed up for what, and purposefully avoided answering any of Savannah's concerns. The whole point of covert ops was to be covert, wasn't it? And even though the whole situation was a giant clusterfuck and a complete mess, she wasn't about to blow her cover. Or admit that the only thing she was useful for was fighting the VR, unless the IVI's next bright idea was PR through circus acts. "I'll make sure nobody hurts us." She promised. |