Afterlife sub-CH 27: Guilt Driven The phone rang, cutting off Banner’s speech about the logistics of getting Mortar’s scattered men their equipment without drawing too much attention. Narce was actually a little thankful. She couldn’t understand why she needed to be involved in this plan anyway. Likely they just wanted her around so they could keep an eye on her at all times.Afterlife sub-CH 27: Guilt Driven by ~BusinessMonkey
Havoc picked it up, looked at the small caller detail screen, and answered.
“Da. Havoc slushaet,” he said before listening to the response.
It amazed Narce how similar the technology of her own people resembled that of the rest of the galaxy. Even telephones had a near identical design.
“Da, idti vpered,” he continued, brow bunching as if he were uncertain of something.
Narce found herself wishing more and more lately that she’d learned Russian as well. It wouldn’t have been too hard, surely, and so far she’d found no use for Latin.
Afterlife CH 26: Impossible Again Rook stood in his small room, listening to the dial tone of the phone he held to his ear. He preferred “traditional” phone models over more modern variants. Imbedding a small computer somewhere on your body never really appealed to him much.Afterlife CH 26: Impossible Again by ~BusinessMonkey
“This is an awfully early call, Rook. I hope this is important,” grumbled Mortar when the ringing stopped.
“I think it is, sir,” Rook began, not knowing where to start. He figured he’d be a little careful.
“Sir, how often do Reborn members get recognised?”
“Depends how careless they are,” came Mortar’s blunt reply.
“Alright...” Rook hesitated. “Suppose someone found out about one of us. What would we do, exactly?”
“Is this about that cop from the bar?”
“You knew? Someone already told you about that?” Rook asked, both surprised and annoyed by this little revelation.
“Of course I
Afterlife CH 25: Mortal Determination Rook heard someone moving around at the crack of dawn. Getting up from a typically sleepless night of whispering to disembodied voices, he decided to see who it was.Afterlife CH 25: Mortal Determination by ~BusinessMonkey
“You’re up awfully early,” he said when he saw Chime rummaging through their food, already fully dressed in one of her ever present turtlenecks. A yellow one that looked very out of place on her, since her favourite colour seemed to be blue lately.
“Well, I figured I’d lock myself in my room for a week and mope about losing my mind, but then I remembered I’m the one we all thought would stay sane the longest and decided I’d tackle this blood thing,” she said, dropping a dark red bag onto the counter.
“You’re pretty... Gung-ho about this,” Rook said carefully as he leaned against a wall.
“Of course I am. I’m not letting this beat me. I died and came back to life, for God’s sake. I can command lightni