Soterichor

When I'm finally in, but I got in using a password I know for a fact I've tried over half a dozen times

@mister_surreal: Oh yeah, no, definitely. Because I just accessed the account using a password I'd tried multiple times before. -____-

We may need to rethink the definition of insanity, where CV is concerned.

I'd have to talk with Grif to hash out how Cassie's been for the past however long.

Might do a one-shot at least. That might scratch it.

@musa_bashir: @ezra_strix: @_dirge_:

Back to the wall, Cassandra faced down the odds she'd stacked against herself, and she felt at a loss. The look in her eyes was fear. Under the influence of some vile presence within the Strix Pomest'ye - a presence whose strength of influence was twice magnified by her intrinsic connection with the sentient being Rapture - gone for the first time ever was her characteristic confidence in her own fighting prowess. Absent the faith in her greatest strength, caught between the threats directly before her and Strix's grotesque abominations to her side, it took nearly everything within her to keep from falling in on herself, from bursting into tears and resigning herself to a cowardly death.

In combat the Sanguine acted on a level beyond conscious thought, beyond instinct, and beyond the ability of most others to blend the two. Despite the overwhelming hopelessness of her situation, her body was perfectly ready. Pistol in hand, talwar in the other, her stance was a perfect mimicry of a Punjabi warrior with talwar and dhal.

An unnecessary gesture, thanks to the intervention of the men's own leader. But even as the scene played out before her eyes Cassandra's defense never faltered. She mused awhile longer on his potential motives, whether he might still be deceiving her, but for the moment it was good enough. Though not fully trusting, he'd ventured far enough from his earlier promise to earn a tentative trust.

She shook her head. "No. If we're going to die, we m—aahh!" Although distracted and not entirely coherent, the Bashir bastard launched his blade on a perfect course to puncture the Nightingale's chest, fulfilling her own melancholy prophecy and ending her life.

And it would have, had she acted a fraction of a second later or with a hair's breadth less precision. Reinforcing the weapon, she raised the Beretta 92FS just in time to block the incoming attack; although the attack still managed to destroy the pistol and sent her into a painful recoil. Cassandra looked to Vincent, then Musa, readying herself to retaliate for his perceived betrayal.

"If you're loyal, prove it to me. It looks like those four were not all the traitors we have to deal with."

Been so long since I've heard Welcome Home. Quite the mood-setter.

@_dirge_: Actually, I Woke up early and saw it a few minutes after you posted it.

With the (potential) finale incoming, I feel like I need to hurry along with CR. But Lucifer and Grey's also came back so it's hard to know what to do with that part of my time.

If I can't make it to class, might as well get to work.

His tone was harsher before the edit. What a sweetie.