Aftermath and Awakening
But something's been nagging me for a while. It made no sense why any of the Overseers would pardon Ezra. Like, what would they gain? Use him against me? No, they weren't stupid. They would have had to at least know what he did before being caught, and if so, they wouldn't have relied on such a wild card like him. Besides, causing discord within the Council shouldn't align with their interests. Whilst thinking, Yan came to mind for a brief second, since she had appointed the man to Division Uriel, but I quickly dismissed the idea. Other Overseers aside, Yan and I were like sisters. And besides, we were both working towards helping the old man in stopping his Vision from coming to pass. At the very least, Yan wasn't a likely suspect, and she most likely just saw Ezra as a useful wild card. Someone of her calibre should be capable of using dangerous Origins whom even other Overseers wouldn't risk having.
"-- the operative in question was found to be suffering from a series of physical injuries, believed to have been suffered from being hit by collapsing debris– "
Sigh… it's no use. I don't have any information yet. I'll focus on the meeting first, and think of conspiracies later. Speaking of the meeting, whilst I was going through all this, Yan had finally gone through the overview. She had covered a surprising amount of information within these past dozen or so minutes, some of it was pretty startling, even to me. Apparently roughly 5 hours ago, the first survivor had been found and excavated out from the rubble, completely unconscious and severely injured. He was later identified as American operative Richard Williams. Well, it was pleasant news. Guess the survival rate wasn't zero, at least. Hopefully we find more of them. But more importantly, we had a proper eyewitness, which would be quite valuable, since I doubt any visual recordings survived.
Still, we've been excavating the ruins for more than a whole day, yet we've only just found a single survivor? Ezra was one thing, but I suppose the other Origins wouldn't be capable of surviving this so easily. The number of bodies and monster corpses Yan reported that had been found so far were quite staggering. For our personnel, funeral services were being planned, and financial remuneration was currently underway for their relatives living in Central, if any. Still, the loss of equipment was one thing, since they could be replaced much easily, but the same couldn't be said for Origin personnel. With this cave-in incident and the Vancouver crisis, the past few days had seen nothing short of wipeout of several dozen promising operatives, and hundreds of capable research personnel. With how slow new Origins are discovered, both Division Uriel and Central would probably be left reeling for the next few years. Yan probably wouldn't care about such a setback to her Division (She never really did care about them, really) but her Ministry of Research and Development would probably be devastated. Good thing I didn't volunteer my Division Samiel.
"Well then, this concludes the Breach Incident. Before moving on, are there any inquiries?"
With Yan now continuing on with the Vancouver crisis, I could tell this meeting would take a lot longer than usual. Well then, time to mentally prepare myself. These types of overextended meetings tended to just be filled to the brim with bad news. Honestly? I'd take fighting that green monster anyday over stuff like this.
Abigail Everest
Abigail found herself lost in a sea of strange sights. She felt weird, like she was floating mid-air, and she couldn’t make out what was happening to her, no matter how hard she tried. Her thoughts were jumbled, too. It was as if she were half-awake. All across her vision, foggy sights and strange scenes she didn't understand were constantly replaying over and over again. She didn't know how long she had spent there, in a lucid and dream-like state. Neither did she remember much, aside only from her name.
“Huh…?”
But when she came to, still half-lucid, she found herself staring at a strange, white wall. Wait, not a wall, a… ceiling? She… she was on the floor? No, it felt too soft all around her. A bed? Was that what this was? How did she know what a bed was…… when she couldn’t think of anything else? Her name… name? Wait. Abigail. Abigail Everest. That was her name, was it?
Huh… so things just started popping up in her mind when she thought about them? Feeling mildly curious, she then looked at a large, elaborate object hanging from the ceiling. A…… A… shane- chandelier? She felt a bit of difficulty trying to get the word right. It was so complicated. But besides the long word, others also popped up. Light. Candle. Fancy… fancy? She liked that word. Fancy. Fffff-ancy. Fff-aaancieeeee.
As she found her mind clearing up, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Using her thin arms, she pushed her torso up from the bed with a slight grunt from the back of her throat. Her throat was dry. Taking a look around, she found herself in a weird, fancy room. All around her, there were these elaborate furnishings, like this super-large wooden cabinet with fancy gold designs, or the fancy bed she was currently sitting on. It was large, like super-large, just like the rest of the fancy room, and it looked super fancy as well, with similar fancy, intricate carvings on its wooden frames and sides. Oh, and the pillows and blankets were super comfortable too. If it weren’t for the fact she didn't have any memories about a past -if she had one- she would have been super-tempted to call this the comfiest bed, and the most fanciest room she had ever been in.
She didn’t know how long she continued to sit there, observing the room surrounding her. She was still trying to find the right words for some of the things she spotted in the room. She mumbled to herself: “A large cabinet there, a fancy table over there, a fancy bed here, and a super fancy flower vase on top of the table, a…an ordinary looking door?-- Oh, the fancy chandelier on the fancy ceiling too.” Really, such thoughts were what preoccupied her mind for several or so minutes as she simply sat there unmoving, reciting all the words that came out of her mouth. But her mind soon began to fully clear as the minutes passed by. She found herself faced with unsettling reality, coupled with a creeping fear of what exactly were the things she was looking at.
All this, fanciness…… it felt weird, unknown, foreign. She- what? She didn’t remember anything, other than her name. Where… Where was she?
She felt scared, unsure, and unsafe. All the fancy things around her, her comfortable bed, the fancy chandelier, they all felt so… menacing. She was in the midst of falling deeper and deeper into a whirlwind of terror that engulfed her mind, when suddenly: "Creee—" Her thoughts were rudely caught off by a squeaking sound, made by the wooden door to the room being opened.
Aftermath and Awakening
But something's been nagging me for a while. It made no sense why any of the Overseers would pardon Ezra. Like, what would they gain? Use him against me? No, they weren't stupid. They would have had to at least know what he did before being caught, and if so, they wouldn't have relied on such a wild card like him. Besides, causing discord within the Council shouldn't align with their interests. Whilst thinking, Yan came to mind for a brief second, since she had appointed the man to Division Uriel, but I quickly dismissed the idea. Other Overseers aside, Yan and I were like sisters. And besides, we were both working towards helping the old man in stopping his Vision from coming to pass. At the very least, Yan wasn't a likely suspect, and she most likely just saw Ezra as a useful wild card. Someone of her calibre should be capable of using dangerous Origins whom even other Overseers wouldn't risk having.
"-- the operative in question was found to be suffering from a series of physical injuries, believed to have been suffered from being hit by collapsing debris– "
Sigh… it's no use. I don't have any information yet. I'll focus on the meeting first, and think of conspiracies later. Speaking of the meeting, whilst I was going through all this, Yan had finally gone through the overview. She had covered a surprising amount of information within these past dozen or so minutes, some of it was pretty startling, even to me. Apparently roughly 5 hours ago, the first survivor had been found and excavated out from the rubble, completely unconscious and severely injured. He was later identified as American operative Richard Williams. Well, it was pleasant news. Guess the survival rate wasn't zero, at least. Hopefully we find more of them. But more importantly, we had a proper eyewitness, which would be quite valuable, since I doubt any visual recordings survived.
Still, we've been excavating the ruins for more than a whole day, yet we've only just found a single survivor? Ezra was one thing, but I suppose the other Origins wouldn't be capable of surviving this so easily. The number of bodies and monster corpses Yan reported that had been found so far were quite staggering. For our personnel, funeral services were being planned, and financial remuneration was currently underway for their relatives living in Central, if any. Still, the loss of equipment was one thing, since they could be replaced much easily, but the same couldn't be said for Origin personnel. With this cave-in incident and the Vancouver crisis, the past few days had seen nothing short of wipeout of several dozen promising operatives, and hundreds of capable research personnel. With how slow new Origins are discovered, both Division Uriel and Central would probably be left reeling for the next few years. Yan probably wouldn't care about such a setback to her Division (She never really did care about them, really) but her Ministry of Research and Development would probably be devastated. Good thing I didn't volunteer my Division Samiel.
"Well then, this concludes the Breach Incident. Before moving on, are there any inquiries?"
With Yan now continuing on with the Vancouver crisis, I could tell this meeting would take a lot longer than usual. Well then, time to mentally prepare myself. These types of overextended meetings tended to just be filled to the brim with bad news. Honestly? I'd take fighting that green monster anyday over stuff like this.
Abigail Everest
Abigail found herself lost in a sea of strange sights. She felt weird, like she was floating mid-air, and she couldn’t make out what was happening to her, no matter how hard she tried. Her thoughts were jumbled, too. It was as if she were half-awake. All across her vision, foggy sights and strange scenes she didn't understand were constantly replaying over and over again. She didn't know how long she had spent there, in a lucid and dream-like state. Neither did she remember much, aside only from her name.
“Huh…?”
But when she came to, still half-lucid, she found herself staring at a strange, white wall. Wait, not a wall, a… ceiling? She… she was on the floor? No, it felt too soft all around her. A bed? Was that what this was? How did she know what a bed was…… when she couldn’t think of anything else? Her name… name? Wait. Abigail. Abigail Everest. That was her name, was it?
Huh… so things just started popping up in her mind when she thought about them? Feeling mildly curious, she then looked at a large, elaborate object hanging from the ceiling. A…… A… shane- chandelier? She felt a bit of difficulty trying to get the word right. It was so complicated. But besides the long word, others also popped up. Light. Candle. Fancy… fancy? She liked that word. Fancy. Fffff-ancy. Fff-aaancieeeee.
As she found her mind clearing up, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Using her thin arms, she pushed her torso up from the bed with a slight grunt from the back of her throat. Her throat was dry. Taking a look around, she found herself in a weird, fancy room. All around her, there were these elaborate furnishings, like this super-large wooden cabinet with fancy gold designs, or the fancy bed she was currently sitting on. It was large, like super-large, just like the rest of the fancy room, and it looked super fancy as well, with similar fancy, intricate carvings on its wooden frames and sides. Oh, and the pillows and blankets were super comfortable too. If it weren’t for the fact she didn't have any memories about a past -if she had one- she would have been super-tempted to call this the comfiest bed, and the most fanciest room she had ever been in.
She didn’t know how long she continued to sit there, observing the room surrounding her. She was still trying to find the right words for some of the things she spotted in the room. She mumbled to herself: “A large cabinet there, a fancy table over there, a fancy bed here, and a super fancy flower vase on top of the table, a…an ordinary looking door?-- Oh, the fancy chandelier on the fancy ceiling too.” Really, such thoughts were what preoccupied her mind for several or so minutes as she simply sat there unmoving, reciting all the words that came out of her mouth. But her mind soon began to fully clear as the minutes passed by. She found herself faced with unsettling reality, coupled with a creeping fear of what exactly were the things she was looking at.
All this, fanciness…… it felt weird, unknown, foreign. She- what? She didn’t remember anything, other than her name. Where… Where was she?
She felt scared, unsure, and unsafe. All the fancy things around her, her comfortable bed, the fancy chandelier, they all felt so… menacing. She was in the midst of falling deeper and deeper into a whirlwind of terror that engulfed her mind, when suddenly: "Creee—" Her thoughts were rudely caught off by a squeaking sound, made by the wooden door to the room being opened.
