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Scarlet "Shinobu" Jacobs ([personal profile] rippedoff) wrote2014-05-01 01:02 am
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IC INBOX

NHD-A10-DGR-888
jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
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>> TEXT
>> AUDIO MESSAGE
>> VOICE MAIL
modified from seadra of g-s
// ARCHIVE
D05 dagger@cdc.org
D05 stalker@cdc.org
D06 dagger@cdc.org
D12 kagari.shuusei@cdc.org
D18 dagger@cdc.org
D35 dagger@cdc.org
D38 wilson.wade@cdc.org
D57 dagger@cdc.org
D57 ackerman.mikasa@cdc.org
D60 dagger@cdc.org
D71 gibson.wesley@cdc.org
D71 benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
D71 hatake.kakashi@cdc.org
D71 joel@cdc.org
D71 dagger@cdc.org
D71 trip@cdc.org
D73 benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
D76 kaneki.ken@cdc.org
D79 talbot.hanna@cdc.org
D79 varr.noh@cdc.org
D79 trip@cdc.org
D83 amber@cdc.org
D93 chidori.kaname@cdc.org
D96 benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
D98 yuki.makoto@cdc.org
D98 talbot.hanna@cdc.org
D102 havoc@cdc.org
D102 varr.noh@cdc.org
D103 yuki.makoto@cdc.org
D107 wilder.zelos@cdc.org
D107 walker.abigail@cdc.org
D117 chidori.kaname@cdc.org
D119 talbot.hanna@cdc.org
D121 dagger@cdc.org
D121 brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
D122 leonhart.annie@cdc.org
D122 walker.abigal@cdc.org
D124 warriorhead@cdc.org
D124 varr.noh@cdc.org
D124 chidori.kaname@cdc.org
D124 shepherd.david@cdc.org
D124 shepherd.david@cdc.org
D124 erin@cdc.org
D124 vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
D124 yuki.makoto@cdc.org
D125 benjamin.jack@cdc.org
D125 joel@cdc.org
D130 vakarian.garrus@cdc.org

// ACTION
code here
galetype: (pic#8464754)

DAY 125

[personal profile] galetype 2015-05-23 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ One message that precedes Gliese's announcement, and one that follows fast on its heels. There is a countdown in progress that he must also beat. Somewhere within the thirty minutes allotted by the Captain, he moves. His target is Shinobu's cuff. Detecting him is difficult; he wears no armor and no uniform. His presence speaks of battle-worn fluidity and lifetimes of practice in evasion.

She will find a flash of light invading her field of vision. A sharp gust of air passes, smelling of a storm. If she is quick, she'll witness a thin, flat expanse of glowing metal attaching itself to her cuff. It slips beneath its interface and causes its functions to waver with what appears to be static. A glitch, perhaps. It is a process which lasts seconds. Maybe less.

If she is quicker, she will find a human face looking over his shoulder at her. Only the dim electric glow of his eyes suggests otherwise. His lips quirk and he lifts a finger to them.

A blink will yield an imprint of light, and no one standing before her.
]