[This is it, this is endmission. Red Team's wiped out the majority of the enemy forces; if there's still stragglers out there, whoever Red is on hand is playing cleanup with them. It's been rough, without a doubt. With rainy conditions and sprawling mountain terrain, movement's been a bitch and a half.
Akame takes a deep breath as she runs the very last security detail down with her trusty katana, Murasame, as she reaches the end of the final flight of stairs. The rest of the meager last-resort retaliation lie in sliced-up, blood heaps, peppering the precarious stairway network leading up to the inner stronghold where the enemy commander's holed up in.
Ten years, and this has become routine. She's not young anymore, and it shows. She's gotten a little thinner; her face looks somewhat weathered; there's a long scar now running down her right cheek, and she constantly wears her hair up instead of letting it flow free like she once did.
She's tired. She wants to get this over with so she can head back to the Neheda with the rest of the team, and she intends to carry this out alone, because they only have so much time before this planet's reduced to nothingness, and the CDC wants no one left alive. If she handles this by herself---]
...You followed me, didn't you?
[She stops just as she's about to proceed and trigger the motion detector that'll grant her entry, only slightly turning her head to address one Peter Parker. Her tone is neutral, and though he won't be able to see it, her eyes tell a different story, slightly creased with worry.
Ten years later, and he's still fretting over her. Akame inhales, then exhales a noise that sounds almost like a sigh.]
I said I'd take care of the commander. I'll be fine... [She grips Murasame's handle, willing herself to remain focused. If she handles this by herself, no one will get hurt, just her. No one will die, just her, if worse comes to worse. All she ever does is lose, and she's tired of it.] ...So please go back to the rest of the team.
1/18 + 5/13 i do what i wAnt (cdc au??? tyl??? laughs hollowly)
Akame takes a deep breath as she runs the very last security detail down with her trusty katana, Murasame, as she reaches the end of the final flight of stairs. The rest of the meager last-resort retaliation lie in sliced-up, blood heaps, peppering the precarious stairway network leading up to the inner stronghold where the enemy commander's holed up in.
Ten years, and this has become routine. She's not young anymore, and it shows. She's gotten a little thinner; her face looks somewhat weathered; there's a long scar now running down her right cheek, and she constantly wears her hair up instead of letting it flow free like she once did.
She's tired. She wants to get this over with so she can head back to the Neheda with the rest of the team, and she intends to carry this out alone, because they only have so much time before this planet's reduced to nothingness, and the CDC wants no one left alive. If she handles this by herself---]
...You followed me, didn't you?
[She stops just as she's about to proceed and trigger the motion detector that'll grant her entry, only slightly turning her head to address one Peter Parker. Her tone is neutral, and though he won't be able to see it, her eyes tell a different story, slightly creased with worry.
Ten years later, and he's still fretting over her. Akame inhales, then exhales a noise that sounds almost like a sigh.]
I said I'd take care of the commander. I'll be fine... [She grips Murasame's handle, willing herself to remain focused. If she handles this by herself, no one will get hurt, just her. No one will die, just her, if worse comes to worse. All she ever does is lose, and she's tired of it.] ...So please go back to the rest of the team.