Post by Ade d'Aufai on Oct 10, 2013 17:29:26 GMT -6
Ade allowed Amadeus to tend to his ankle, still searching for any figure of authority.
Ugh. She could hardly see anything in this crowd.
"Status report?"
A general materialized beside her, his arms crossed as if he had more important matters to attend. Perhaps a passerby had brought him here. She didn't know, and she really didn't care.
"Uh, yeah. As you guys probably know, the mistlings aren't as retarded as we thought." She begun. He waved his arm tiredly.
"Yes, we've drawn that conclusion," He said.
"Alrighty. They've sent in Drakons, which is kinda wei-"
He cut her off a second time. "We are aware of this. Do you have any other information?"
She frowned slightly. Perhaps she should whip him with her suspicions.
"We think that something's controlling the mistlings. Something big."
He must have considered her thought, since her sentence came to a glorious close without any interruptions.
"What evidence do you have?"
"Well, do we need any? Don't we have enough? I mean, it's not like their smartness is caused by fuckin' mistling mating season."
She was never a particularly good persuader—especially towards her superiors.
His slight annoyance faded as he shrugged his shoulders. "Continue to gather information," He instructed.
She nodded as she returned to the now repaired Amadeus.
"Let's go to the other side and screw everything up." She said with a smirk. She knew their previous desires to end the battle had been reimbursed with the will to fight.
And maybe make out.
Stop before your stupidity destroys the world.
She shook her lust aside, quickly grabbing his hand as they pushed past the crowd.
