#siegeverse

@downwiththebarricades

@crazymolotov

In the field. Again.

Rainbow had said this would be for emergencies only - but she’s coming to learn that nearly everything that happens with Rainbow is an emergency, and she’s going to have to get used to it. Either that, or they’re just having a very bad, very emergency-based streak at the moment.

In either case, she’s here, wrapped to the gills and bundled up for cold weather. She squints against the soft haze of snow, footsteps muffled by the three-inch blanket of it carpeting the ground. Dressed in white, she feels almost safer than she usually does in uniform, stray hairs tucked away, not an inch of skin showing save for the tips of her fingers, which were already a bit flushed with cold.

The mission? Rescue a hostage being held by the White Masks. They’d apparently staked out a civilian residence outside of town, wanted to use it as a base for further operations. Toast’s eyes narrow inside her reflective goggles at the thought. Disgusting. As it always was. As it always will be.

Entry One

Why I'm Finally Sharing This World

For over forty years, I've been carrying around a universe in my head.

It started when I was twelve years old.

At first it wasn't really a story.

It was names.

Heroes.

Villains.

Ideas.

Tfw your patient asks increasingly personal questions and you can’t tell if it’s the painkillers or he’s just REALLY nosy