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A touch of evil

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Location: Manda | Berejor city
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: actual look
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Damien Wynter"]
Ingrid sneaked with her partners soundless. She tried notice everything what can help they, if in the nearest future they need to leave quickly. The path, the emergency exits, guards, the personnel, if the hospital has a elevator, the elevator(s) too. So she tried notice everything what can be useful. She smiled short after Damien’s action, smart, very smart. She hoped Scherezade stopped when Damien left them because if they don’t she didn’t know how their teammate find them.

Anyway after Damien rejoined them, she was nodding appreciatively to him. And finally they had arrived. She was agreed with the plan, but she didn’t want to head up against the wall, so quickly the Witch quickly invent the backup plan.

”Go! I’ll cover our back!” she whispered her partners.

She didn’t want fall behind, so she keep her partners speed, but at this point she watching their back, and the corridor behind their back. She tried to positioning no one should surprise her, or Scherezade and Damien. If anyone should try this, she can act maybe before the enemy - if they are here and find the group - attack them.

In addition she tries to move with the others, if Scherezade maintain her force discipline.

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Wearing: Armor| Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Mission Partners: [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"]
Other Birbs: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Nika Satari"] [member="Veena Reshma"] [member="Shakti Sweet"] [member="Celessa"] [member="Ciri Jade"]
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Hiding in the shadows she'd created, Scherezade watched as Damien set about to bump into the doctor by accident. She guessed that there was some sleight of hand involved, but she hadn't quite captured the motion with her sight, and she had no idea why he'd shake the man's hand either. She was going to have to ask him about it when they were somewhere they could speak. As Damien walked away, Scherezade followed him through the Force, making sure that if anything stumbled into him against his or their wishes, she and the redhead could be there instantly. It was just a precaution.

Soon enough though, he was back with them, and he was telling her what to do. Nodding, she remoed the card, peeled his hand, and followed his instructions to the letter. Once the camera was out, it was time. Damien was left behind, and then Ingrid was too.

That left Scherezade with the body.

It was minutes later that she was alone in the morgue. Time was on their side for the moment; it was empty. Glancing at the schedule on the wall, Scherezade laughed to realize they were on a lunch break. Finding the datafiles, she quickly scanned them, looking for the one she wanted – and there, now she knew where the body was.

Pulling it out of the fridge, she made quick work of the bag he was in, and wrinkled her nose. She hated needing to ride the blood, especially when she had to pull it out of a corpse. The taste was always disgusting, and the visions, while giving her a lot of information, weren't ones she had any control over. Whether it would be a long one or a short one, she would have to ride it in its entirety.

And of course, the retching. But that was for later.

Sliding a knife into her hands, the Blood Hound cut down the corpse's upper arm, already knowing where her best odds of getting a blood flow in something so cold and stiff were. Once a few drops had made their appearance, she bent down, and licked.
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It was just under five minutes later that Scherezade exited the Morgue, signaling to Ingrid and Damien that they could leave. Following the signs to the nearest elevator, they would be heading out through the main doors now, not trying to remain hidden. Every so often, Scherezade would spit to the side, trying to get the icky taste of blood out of her mouth. Fracking. Hated. It.

"We're heading back to HQ," she said in between the spitting, "I'll brief everyone together once we're there. Holy crap I hope they sell hamburgers with lots of garlic on this planet."
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Thus ends the Local Liaison objective. Even though we didn't actually get a liaison. But don't worry – we dun good. If you guys wish to resume posting you are more than welcome to!
 
E T E R N A L - E M P R E S S
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Location: Manda | Berejor city
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: actual look
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Damien Wynter"]
Ingrid did what she said, cover her partners. So waiting outside of the door, waiting to Scherezade finished her job. When the other women come out Ingrid joined and followed her again. She nods her supervisor’s words.

”Roger that!” she replied.”Are you all right?”

There was some concern in her voice. She didn’t know what happened with Scherezade but she thought might can relate to her blood abilities. Ingrid didn’t want to be intrusive, so she remain silent about this question. Just followed her partner, or partners back to the HQ, where maybe she’ll receive the briefing.

When the all operations are finished and she left the planet – when she can – she hoped she could talk someday with Scherezade about she become a force sensitive person, and Darth Tacitus too. What the other woman said to Ingrid about them… that was made her worried, and frightened her.

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OOC: Thanks for the game!

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