entitas tenebrarias inter animos (as Caroline Bishop)
With a curse, the man stumbled away and CETIA could turn the gun on the woman instead as it quickly move to take cover. More shots were exchanged between them as CETIA backed away. CETIA's first shot hit the woman in the leg, the second hit her in the chest, immediately causing a massive amount of blood to soak through her clothes. The third shot was in her shoulder as she fell. The injured man watched it happen with wide eyes and lunged towards her.
"Natasha!"
Death was a strange concept to the ETIA network. The main entity could only assume that death was the end of the individual and its acceptance into a conglomerated being. In light of that, grief was a concept that seemed even stranger. Since the humans were baffling and did not always follow what appeared to be clear logic, CETIA did what humans could not. Aiming at that man again, CETIA shot him twice in the chest until he fell, too.
Finally, CETIA ducked behind the dumpster, to find the swordsman lying there on the ground. He did not move or open his eyes but it seemed that he was still alive and was not in particular danger of being lost. Although, it was a little more difficult to tell with the state of Caroline Bishop's body. Covering the wounds with a hand, CETIA regarded the blood as something of a nuisance. Surely, though, the body had more to spare. CETIA did not think that blood loss would be an immediate issue.
CETIA reporting. Target METIA. Requesting location.
METIA reporting. Target CETIA. Location sent yo.
It seemed that METIA was close by. The situation was fully under control, then.
Sitting down beside the swordsman, CETIA waited for the other branch, gun ready to fire at any other Ouroboros members who would try to attack. Really, this little inconvenience had already ended. The other side simply was not aware of that fact yet.
With mechanical coldness, the entity and its branches planned what would become of the bodies. The swordsman would be left at the entrance of the hospital, of course, for his unexpected assistance. Perhaps he would never cross paths with the entity again. It seemed that would be for the best.
As for the Ouroboros, who knew what its reaction would be? The ETIA network did not particularly care.
With a curse, the man stumbled away and CETIA could turn the gun on the woman instead as it quickly move to take cover. More shots were exchanged between them as CETIA backed away. CETIA's first shot hit the woman in the leg, the second hit her in the chest, immediately causing a massive amount of blood to soak through her clothes. The third shot was in her shoulder as she fell. The injured man watched it happen with wide eyes and lunged towards her.
"Natasha!"
Death was a strange concept to the ETIA network. The main entity could only assume that death was the end of the individual and its acceptance into a conglomerated being. In light of that, grief was a concept that seemed even stranger. Since the humans were baffling and did not always follow what appeared to be clear logic, CETIA did what humans could not. Aiming at that man again, CETIA shot him twice in the chest until he fell, too.
Finally, CETIA ducked behind the dumpster, to find the swordsman lying there on the ground. He did not move or open his eyes but it seemed that he was still alive and was not in particular danger of being lost. Although, it was a little more difficult to tell with the state of Caroline Bishop's body. Covering the wounds with a hand, CETIA regarded the blood as something of a nuisance. Surely, though, the body had more to spare. CETIA did not think that blood loss would be an immediate issue.
CETIA reporting. Target METIA. Requesting location.
METIA reporting. Target CETIA. Location sent yo.
It seemed that METIA was close by. The situation was fully under control, then.
Sitting down beside the swordsman, CETIA waited for the other branch, gun ready to fire at any other Ouroboros members who would try to attack. Really, this little inconvenience had already ended. The other side simply was not aware of that fact yet.
With mechanical coldness, the entity and its branches planned what would become of the bodies. The swordsman would be left at the entrance of the hospital, of course, for his unexpected assistance. Perhaps he would never cross paths with the entity again. It seemed that would be for the best.
As for the Ouroboros, who knew what its reaction would be? The ETIA network did not particularly care.