Post by Julian Bael on Sept 19, 2011 9:49:39 GMT -6
The helicopter blades echoed across the seemingly lifeless Chicago alleys. Hooded men held their p90 rifles silently, stoic, eyes pointed nowhere but their feet, as though they were falling into the crag to hell. Julian held onto an iron bar, scanning out what was considered the most dangerous area in all America; a rotting urban jungle meant to be avoided, used only as a anecdote for fear. He was sent here time and time again, risking death against infected hordes and fearful carriers. He had built too many memories in a place only meant to hold those lost.
He thought upon the mission which dictated this journey. It was diplomacy, in certain respects, but it was given special consideration. All things considered, Julian was the worst choice for recruitment, or even small talk, but Clementine urged him that it was not a job that Cain could accomplish. "The Seer sees him washed in blood, an aura of barbarism. Cain would get himself killed, if not from his words, then his weak demeanor. Taste respects strength." Julian had stopped questioning missions aloud, though not from frustration or a lack of results, but simply because the urge waned. There was no sense of apprehension for her plans anymore, but once he got away from her presence, the sheer annoyance he felt towards her froze him, leaving him humorless and, in certain respects, weak.
But this was different. This was a potential Marionette. As more and more of them came into the Sanctum circle, his importance was distributed in between the new ones. Tobias now did the scouting, at least, and the mysterious Touch kept Clementine's attention, while Cain kept her "attention". If Taste's purpose was to be the new strong arm, then Julian needn't go on raids as much. Though, upon thinking on his other duties, his presence may turn moot in the eyes of Clementine...
"We're landing soon," The helicopter pilot interrupted him through the com system. Snapping out of it, he continued to scan the ruined apartments for any sense of life. "So this guy's here, right? Are we just going to land on top of him? I don't want to spook the guy, he may just shoot us down..."
"We're landing a mile away. When you get him, we'll pick you up there." He said in a monotone voice.
Julian nodded his head as he took the machine down. Hovering over the ground, Julian and the cultists hopped out, the helicopter drifting back into the air. They started their run to the previously given address. "If he heard us," Julian spoke to cultists, "We need to keep attentive. Keep your guns up, I'm sure he won't do shit against overwhelming force." Their run ended, coming upon a building on a T cross, dim lights flickering from the top windows. He nodded his head, and proceeded to walk in, magnum prone.
He thought upon the mission which dictated this journey. It was diplomacy, in certain respects, but it was given special consideration. All things considered, Julian was the worst choice for recruitment, or even small talk, but Clementine urged him that it was not a job that Cain could accomplish. "The Seer sees him washed in blood, an aura of barbarism. Cain would get himself killed, if not from his words, then his weak demeanor. Taste respects strength." Julian had stopped questioning missions aloud, though not from frustration or a lack of results, but simply because the urge waned. There was no sense of apprehension for her plans anymore, but once he got away from her presence, the sheer annoyance he felt towards her froze him, leaving him humorless and, in certain respects, weak.
But this was different. This was a potential Marionette. As more and more of them came into the Sanctum circle, his importance was distributed in between the new ones. Tobias now did the scouting, at least, and the mysterious Touch kept Clementine's attention, while Cain kept her "attention". If Taste's purpose was to be the new strong arm, then Julian needn't go on raids as much. Though, upon thinking on his other duties, his presence may turn moot in the eyes of Clementine...
"We're landing soon," The helicopter pilot interrupted him through the com system. Snapping out of it, he continued to scan the ruined apartments for any sense of life. "So this guy's here, right? Are we just going to land on top of him? I don't want to spook the guy, he may just shoot us down..."
"We're landing a mile away. When you get him, we'll pick you up there." He said in a monotone voice.
Julian nodded his head as he took the machine down. Hovering over the ground, Julian and the cultists hopped out, the helicopter drifting back into the air. They started their run to the previously given address. "If he heard us," Julian spoke to cultists, "We need to keep attentive. Keep your guns up, I'm sure he won't do shit against overwhelming force." Their run ended, coming upon a building on a T cross, dim lights flickering from the top windows. He nodded his head, and proceeded to walk in, magnum prone.