#shatteredveils

Peri grinned a bit, laughing and making a face as the hound licked her. She missed the giant pink beast, really. After all this mess was over, there were so many people she'd have to catch up with.

P. Rearson: 386 dead, and not a fucking clue? how do we find the bitch, that's what i want to know.

Alana: sir, she's a goddess. We don't have the-

P. Rearson: Do we, or do we not, have a goddamn dragon god on lockdomn, Wyndham?

alana: Yes, and she was looking for him. It's probably best to cut the losses and terminate the subject-

P. Rearson: No.

Alana:" Advise that keeping him alive is not worth the risk. if she goes berserk again-

P. Rearson: Wyndham. He stays alive. Merrick Pryce has him in line. He's not a threat.

Alana: No sir, but she is.

P. Rearson: Then find her, take her, neatrilze her, and throw her in containment.

Alana: Sir-

P. Rearson: And it's a mess. A media circus out there, Wyndham. Get me Masterson.

Alana: Sir, Aaron... is not here.

P. Rearson: I knew that. Get me someone who can contain this mess. We can't be talking terrorist attacks of this magnitude on American soil. It will ruin the plans I have, and we're very, very close.

Alana: i'm trying, sir, but i can't-

P. Rearson: Whyndham if I hear "can't" from you again you will be suspended and sent for conditioning with Trevayne. Aaron could get this tone, he'd have had it contained already. all I'm asking for is competence. That's not to high of a goal, is it, Wyndham? Competence.

Alana: No, sir.

P. Rearson: Very good. While you're at it, find out what the happened in Marquette. It wasn't part of the attacks, so why is there an empty facility in Michigan.

Alana: Sir-

P. Rearson: The next words out of your mouth are going to be "yes, i will look into it. Than kyou for your time and have a pleasant day, Senator."

Commander Garrett Denior

Jack Lyton, Information Retreival

  Chris Mitchell, Lab tech/Research

The last time Maryellen was in Michigan her husband was alive.

Granted, at the time she wanted to kill him, but still. It holds a special place in her heart.

Now there were rumors that her little girl was there.

She asked to be transfer to the Michigan head quarters after hearing about how the found that dumbass P.R. guy.

[4:33:15 PM] Phoe: you know. for a secret society EVERYBODY FUCKING KNOWS ABOUT THEM

[4:33:25 PM] Phoe: SECRECY, YOU"RE DOIN IT WRONG, BROHOOD

[4:33:34 PM] October: THEY AINT EXACTLY SUBTLE PHOE

[4:33:38 PM] Kailyn: HEL HEARD THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE.

[4:33:39 PM] Phoe: MASTERSON GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND EXPLAINYOURSELF

[4:34:17 PM] Kailyn: Thing is, it's like you told that one gossipy chick at lunch, and no matter how hard you try, but the end of the day, the whole fucking school knows.

[4:34:32 PM] Kailyn: BECKY FUCKING SHURLEY FOUND YOU.

[4:34:36 PM] Kailyn: YOU ARE SCREWED.

[4:34:37 PM] Malice: What Kailyn said.

[4:34:50 PM] October: And they all wear pink on Wednesdays

[4:34:51 PM] Phoe: yeah. becky told everyone. YOU MADE OUT WITH THE HOTDOG, BROHOOD, AND IT WENT IN BECKY'S BURNBOOK.

[4:35:07 PM] Froggy: SHE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE!

[4:35:22 PM] Abigail: OH MY GOD, IT WAS ONE TIME

[4:35:29 PM] Kailyn: WHO HERE HAS EVER FELT PERSONALLY VICTIMIZED BY THE BROTHERHOOD

October raises hand

Abigail raises hand

Good lay, little dearie. Call me again if you want a good time ;)