Teammates to the Soul. [private]

[Nathan Beckard]

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[attr="class","nathanlyric"] when everything hurts [attr="class","nathannotes"] notes N/a [attr="class","nathantop2"] 521 words written for @winter

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i will wear my mask

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Weight arrived with TRS duties as expectations showered over the members affiliated with the prestigious company. Protect those who required the defence and defeat the bloodthirsty BASTARDS known as terrors. Those beings composed of tech or shadows were twisted, murderous malefactors searching to spread misery among the populace. Mere thoughts of their villainy summoned a growl from the depths of Nathan's throat. The Assembly of Phantoms and their malicious pack of terrors ruined the positives of his life, tainting them thoroughly.

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THEY murdered his nanny, THEY murdered his brother and THEY would undoubtedly claim further lives with the utmost callous and disregard. His fingers squeezed the knife's blade as his throat emitted a growl. Crouched beside a building alongside another hunter, the short-tempered, fight-ready vampire awaited word from the circling scout. Cold seeped through Nathan's jacket as he pressed close to the brick building, his temperature regulating bracelet staving it off. His shoulder leaned heavily against the hard surface while his yellow-green eyes peered from their cover.

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Dressed in their hunter uniforms, Nathan and his comrade were prepared for the upcoming mission. The one they were tasked with consisted of the uprooting of a building swarming with troublemakers, and possibly Assembly members. Thus, the pair were accompanied by a couple of other hunters taking up different steads. Pairs of two in order to maintain stealth while the scouts worked steadily on triangulating locations. Once an exact building could be provided along with numbers on the present terrors and Assembly members, they would retreat or head in under the steady eyes of scouts.

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Further from their work area was a small dispatch of medical staff, prepared to take anybody needing quick medical attention. However, currently, the mission consisted of a long-standing waiting game that tested Nathan's patience. The radio hummed static as the pair waited for word from the infiltrating scout or an emergency 'move in and rescue my ass' flare. Nonetheless, the antsy unit one hunter allowed his hand to tighten and relax around the blade. He was prepared to fight, but the wait felt fucking long! While scouting was a mission of delicateness, the vampire was prepared to move in and dispose of the stupid terrors!

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These creatures required the edge of the knife and the transition into a pile of fucking ash! However, they were being granted the precious mercy of a few more minutes of life as they patiently waited for something to happen. The low hum of the radio haunted Nathan's ears as his patient was tested, grinding against his hearing. Any shifts away from the seemingly endless static was a welcomed notion. The scout accomplishing their quick reconnaissance was a girl, somebody whose name coincidently matched the season they recently entered, Winter.

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An impatient grumble rumbled from Nathan's throat as he remained crouch above the snow. The snow long arrived at Lorsette, forcing many of the hunters to dance around the building at an obnoxious distance, less the Assembly view their tread marks. An annoyed huff heaved out of Nathan as he angrily glared on. Certainly, any minute now they would be fighting the terrors, right?

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The attention of the kitsune was focused, a razor sharp focus on making sure the mission could be completed with the least amount of casualties as possible. The sooner that things were safely wrapped up here, the sooner Lorsette would just be that much safer. Her keen ears were hyper vigilant on picking up each and every noise around her, the scarlet of her gaze soaking up and memorizing everything around her to better aid the hunters waiting to strike. Her own movements are careful, stealthily silent. If she played her cards right, there was no telling how many lives they could save.

Her breath is deep but silent, making sure that anyone nearby wouldn’t hear her. Her body frame was tense as she stalked around the building, her keen eyes taking in everything of note. There were voices coming from somewhere, shadows flickering in movement. Pressing herself against a wall tightly, a shiver tingled down her spine. This was definitely the right place, and there were definitely occupants.

Her hand automatically drifted to the strap that held her hunting knife, the cool leather reassuring her of her own safety. Slowly sneaking around and using her senses and instincts, she began to count what they were dealing with. Her finger pushed the button delicately, static humming forward as soon as she did. ”I’m in building b...the first area has four...they’ve left back exit unguarded.” Her gaze casts to a series of stairs, spiraling into a floor above.

The ones down here were mostly prowling terrors, so the assembly members must be up there. Winter’s mind calculates the potential risks and rewards of ascending the stairs, ultimately deciding to move on up and see what might lie in wait there. Tucking the communication device safely in her belt again, she moves as silent as the night. As she moved on careful feet, her ears eventually caught voices breaking the silence. She breathes out harshly, her breath misting warmly over her face from the chill. There were ... only two. She wasn’t sure what they were talking about, whether it was important or not. She keeps herself ducked behind a wall, debating between trying to get closer and eavesdrop or just relay the status of this upper level. Should she move closer and make certain?

”There’s only two members upstairs...but be careful, I think they might expect us at some time.” Creeping back away from the stairs and preparing to make her way back, the sound of movement made her freeze. The crackle of someone stepping on frost covered earth outside, hopefully one of the hunters listening to her report. That it was not someone that had just come as backup, or that she had somehow missed.

[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Nathan Beckard , yay writing a post drunk at almost 3 in the morning!

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[Nathan Beckard]

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Impatience sunk into Nathan’s shoulders as he awaited word from the entering scout. His fingers flexed restlessly, curling up and tightening grip before loosening. The vampire was prepared to charge in and face whatever waited inside the warehouse, but he forced himself to wait. The virtue, patience, was one Nathan rarely demonstrated. Mission completion was pedestalled by the young vampire. His willingness to wait for the scout information was inevitably running thin as green-haired man resisted every urge to leave their present hiding place.

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Cold air reddened his cheeks as Nathan's cheeks as he maintained his crouched stance. The man's yellow-green eyes surveying, waiting for the static noise of his radio to flare. Impatiently, Nathan adjusted his footing, giving his stiffening legs a moment to loosen up. The longer the hunter was forced into his stationary position, the more his body complained about the uncomfortable position. Though, fortune arrived in the form of increased radio static and words being transmitted through. The vampire's eyes flickered in hope, his being praying the opportunity to fight would shortly be upon them.

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Information was fed to them, an unguarded back entrance mentioned. Briefly, his eyes greeted his fellow hunter's, the pair nodding in a mutual decision. Slowly, Nathan grabbed his radio, bringing it to his lips to speak.

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"We'll head around back then, keep us updated," he spoke.

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In spite of his impatience, Nathan maintained a smooth, levelled and quiet voice as he spoke. Something equivalent to a gentle whisper as to avoid any indication of their presence. Once spoken, the radio returned to his belt and his hard eyes fixated on the individual he was paired with. Slowly, the pair stood from their obscured position, eyes scanning the immediate area. As standing became viable, his legs sung relief from being freed from their seemingly perpetual crouch. Carefully, Nathan moved behind the other hunter, body shifting to maintain a low stance.

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Their feet crept over the snow, the soft crunches being among the few signals of presence. Though as they moved, the occasional stop and survey of the area operated as a well-needed requirement. The foggy breath left their lips as the closed distance between the front to the back. Though, once they arrived, the pair were once again forced to conceal themselves and wait. The second message indicated concerns that made the vampire glare. They believed their arrival to be cloaked in secrecy, yet the chance of being expected existed.

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The radio from Nathan's belt was grabbed, the button clicked and only a brief thought was taken to not loudly booming over the device. A single thundering voice and those suspicions would be confirmed notions.

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"Are you fucking serious?" He grumbled in an angered hiss. "Are we better off just rushing them now?"

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If the Assembly were truly aware of their whereabouts, even vaguely, there was barely a point in hiding. Their stealth operation was jeopardized should they already know of their arrival. Though Nathan hoped for some surprise and their beliefs being from natural assumption more than anything else.

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