#ebajalg

"Did you ever find what you were looking for?"

The polyphonic voice of Eba inquires from the ceiling. The pale, opalescent bug lingers on the support beam, staring down at Tundra with a flick of antennae.

@ebajalg

"Looking for something specific isn't really how I do things."

She's getting better at not being startled by the little... guy. The little bug. Grey-blue eyes rise to meet their gaze, and she takes a sip of her coffee. Second one today.

"Going in with assumptions about what's there to find means you pass things over. I start out looking for everything... and then what's there tends to be easy to find. I did find a lot, though. Good information, stuff I'll be able to use and disseminate to anybody I end up working with down the line." All tucked away in a set of envelopes, sharing space in her footlocker with some of her more front-facing equipment.

"Picking through the A-virus papers led to talking to Carla... who had apparently been working in tandem with Arias on the whole thing. Wouldn't have found that if I was looking for something."

A smile in her voice if not on her face. She's pleased to have made that connection, drawn a line between two disparate points on a mental board. It makes the rest of it a little easier to pull together, if only by degrees.

ebajalg, carla, and babai

“ Well, forgive me for not knowing the difference between somebody laying on the ground not moving or talking and a corpse, ” Cass comments. “ I was a corpse-girl once. Y'know, dying isn't all it's cut out to be. At first, you'd think it's fun! But then people never leave you alone, so... there's that, I guess. ”

She'd just come back to her room after sniper training. She's clearly being haunted by 2013, this just settles it. It's Leons voice, there's no mistaking it, specifically the way he'd sit at doors and holler for her after running way too far ahead.

Well, maybe it was her fault for being distracted, but thats not the point.

The voices start sounding a bit too close for it to just be a hallucination, though. Her head snaps in the direction of the voice every time, and she even calls out Leons name a couple times.

"Where are you?! Are you in the walls?!" Yelled in absolute disbelief before she noted some soft, almost imperceptible flashes of light glistening off a small form behind a dresser, shoved up between it and the wall, accompanied by the extreme scent of fire and acetone.

"Ebajalg." She doesn't hesitate, shoving the dresser out of the way and scooping the bug up in her hands like she's holding a cat under it's forelegs. "Found you."

The Gnezdo understood the risks of the assignment. An infected zone carried several: the BOWS themselves, environmental hazards, structural instability, and of course- the possibility of interference from outside parties. Ebajalg at present had become pinned under debris in a sudden explosion, their humanoid shell- a masculine figure with medium-length brown hair that curled toward the ends, darker green eyes- prone under rubble.

The bug inside heavily debated abandoning the puppet, but decided against it. Footfalls, and vibrations indicating that someone was close at hand encouraged the creature to lay still, and wait.

Its patience was rewarded. A figure approached with the tell-tale insignia of an old enemy: the BSAA.

Instinctively, Eba raised both hands of the puppet, palms facing outward in gesture of surrender.

"Don't shoot-" they grunted, pulling Kennedy's voice to the forefront, "... A little help here?"

Cass approaches the corpse hesitantly, her pistol placed in front of her. she never knows what she's going to get in quarantine zones like this, but to be honest, she's just grateful to be here. after her excessively shitty mental health eval, she was pretty sure they'd never send her out in the field ever again. Matías is going to want to talk about that with her at some point, but... she can't think about her husband right now. Cass raises the weapon to her eye level, startling as she hears Leon's familiar voice calling out to her.

Ada: A dragged down while pantomiming a long dress skirt.

Eba: E-B-A or bringing both hands up to her head and curling her index fingers to mimic their antennae

Hawk: H pointed up and putting her palm on the fingertips, mimicking a helicopter flying (just the sign for Helicopter)

Daud: The sign for knife but signing "D" with the right hand