text;

[alilyinthemoonslight]

[Sometime late after school, Lily is at the library. She's moderately less worried now, without even really thinking about it, about the level of danger out there, making her avoid day to day things she normally would. Almost kind of living shut in, at times. There is a certain confidence knowing how to disarm and flip grown men twice your size all of a sudden grants you.

She's had time to mull over things for a few days, now. In fact, that's sort of why she's there. Somewhere quiet, away from everyone. Just someplace she can think. Pulling out her phone, she types in a few numbers and]

For anyone who was wondering, Jasmine is fine now. Much better, in fact. Things were just a shock, and it sort of took its toll. It did for both of us, to some extent.

However, seeing all of this - seeing what the Precure can do, seeing just how dangerous the Blood Keys are - I know I've been resting on my laurels for too long. Expecting something to come along. I have things to protect, from my family to the friends I've made among you all.

The ability to protect those things is just out of my reach, but it's there. I'm not going to sit around anymore, lamenting my inability to do this. I can't afford that.

If there's ever anything I can do, I will do it. It might not mean a lot now coming from some teenager, but... I'm not satisfied just sitting here twiddling my thumbs anymore. I refuse to stay like that.

[She pauses for a moment, then types in something else, creating a message Private to Winter.]

( Private to Winter )

[She draws in a breath, closing her eyes. Why does she feel on the verge of tears typing that? As if she didn't already know. It was something she was avoiding for a long time, then.

Finally, she releases it and opens her eyes back. One more thing.

She types in another number, sending one more private message to Cherry.]

( Private to Cherry )

7th Mantra | Action; + Video;

[stagnantair]

Who: Gavin and You
What: Blood Key hunting, Echoes.
When: Early January, around 11PM
Warnings: Guns, Blood Key murdering, possible injuries, possible demonic transformations + attempted cannibalism.

[For once, Gavin isn't posting from his webcam while he plays video games or rambling on about Echoes and science like a big nerd. He's in a corner store near his house, eating what looks like cheap gas station rotisserie pizza and talking to the cashier. He's been out of the house a lot more lately, Octavia and Alan may have noticed. He's been busy scouting the area and keeping a sociable public image like he used to have, walking to work and talking to people and acting normal. He's also been paying close attention to the news, surveillance by his apartment, and going to a shady firing range that won't ask about illegal weapons. He may or may not have taken Alan and Octavia along to learn as well. By now he knows how the Blood Keys move around his neighborhood, and knows where a small gang of them will be tonight. Finishing his pizza and saying goodbye to his friend, he packs the water he's bought in his duffle bag and heads out. When he's on a lone street corner, he takes out his phone, punches in his Network code, and holds it up selfie style to take a video.]

Hey, everyone. I have an AR-15, rounds, and nest of Blood Keys. I'll be on 5th for the next twenty minutes before moving on. Message me if you're coming.

[He looks a little different than before. His skin is paler, his hair is the same neon green as his eyes when they flash and his eyes themselves look a little... orange? No, they had to be a little blood shot, that was all.]

010. text. locked to helene.

[strikeraid]

[ locked to helene ]

[ link ]

holy SHIT

[text]

[stillshrill]

I've had friends go over this computer, I've even taken it in to be looked at, and no one can find any trojans, viruses, software that doesn't belong. Fine. I can accept that for now, I've got unexplained access to some especially sludgy stratum of the undernet. I'm a big boy, I can keep myself well clear of bitcoinery.

What I won't put up with is this stuff about animals being kept for experiments in a farmhouse. ( a call for action, with nsfw swear words oh my )

daisy daisy...

[parkourbot]

Who: Elian Price + Robert Holloway
What: Awkward metal spine conversations and maybe fixes
When: 01/13
Where: Elian's living room

( woah let's not get ahead of ourselves here )

Third Feather [Video]

[charcoalfeather]

So, since I've been here a while already, I was wondering if I could ask a question.

[Rakka looks uncertain for a moment.]

I... I want to know about the echoes. Or... pulses if you want. What have some of your echoes been like? I'm curious.

[Text]

[prismaticdestruction]

i don't know what can be done. things keep happening ut there isn't anything to do. what else can be done?

..also my teeth hurt...it never hurt when i lost teeth before. could that be something really bad or should i keep it to myself? i don't want my sister or daddy to know just in case...

[And she forgot for the moment said sister is part of the network...OOPS.]

01. [Video | Post-It Paper]

[beforeweproceed]

[A new number is scrawled down. For a few minutes, that's all there is. Nothing more continues to be written down.

The next sign of the connector comes on abruptly with a huffed sigh and a gruff and weathered "Son of a bitch." It's caught - and in a small figurative window is a man, older, mustached and bearded, solidly gray hair. Seen at several angles, as he's not actually looking at the frame. He's looking between targets somewhere off one of its corners and around its adjacent sides, stops in one place, leans in to squint at another before lifting back and swinging his focus over to another.

Somewhere in the skimming over whatever surface it is he's perusing on he looses of huff - or half that and half a grumble or a growl. Rougher and more stirred than a huff as he picks up muttering, inwardly directed, fast, and clipping soft consonants drawn and hard ones pointed:]

...Gang warfare -- [A restless blustering noise.] What do you know, so much for that!

[That last word with a trace of a growl, not even an angry one, not settled enough to be angry or hostile or anything else that warrants an actual target at anything as he continues the looking through.]

[Closed]

[lightsoflife]

Who: Naomi Kaufman, Karl Aurion
When: January 14, afternoon
Where: The Locke City Forensic Laboratory
What: Trouble at the lab and a save.

( I've got my ion you. )