The Great Divide

[fathers_cleric]

[Yes. Hooray we're jumping around lots. From now on rather then tagging in seperately you'll all tag into a thread that I type okies? Hence this post, hence this thread since you're no longer specifically interacting with Preston. cool? cool.]

The main hall is dwarfed by a massive stone wall, carved of black marble that seems to tower to the

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[milkbonesoldier]

Wells' skin was crawling, the hair on the back of his neck prickling with every step of the procession. It was only partly the effort of reining in what the full moon wanted him to do. The rest of it was the simple fact that he was no actor. Oh, sure, he had a poker face, but bullshit was for other men-

Men like Ryan.

Ryan, who could convey a world of insult in the fractional lift of a single eyebrow and a lifetime of contempt with the cant of his head. Ryan, in whose mouth clean words turned foul. Ryan to whom good men were expendable-

They stopped. The man behind the desk looked up. Wells- Ryan? Father?- looked back.

"Good evening."

The man all but squeaked. An eyebrow rose.

"I've authorised this A&R on emergency grounds. The archivist Peter jurgen is at the end of his resistance and I wish to question him myself." Ryan - Father - Wells' head cocked ever so slightly to one side. "It will, of course, be witnessed-" One hand indicated the Cleric. "And duly documented for future generations. Is everything in readiness?"

[fathers_cleric]

It was clearly obvious to John Preston this man was feeling.

The guard, understandably excited, nodded once, "Of course-of course-"

Preston eyed him, "I want these two-" He stepped back to reveal Mr. Universe and Sarah Rainmaker, "Taken to the maximum wing. This-"

He stepped back, indicating Jack Frost, "This man was Jurgen's second in command. He and Jurgen will be questioned together. It's hoped that he'll be more talkative once Father's....spoken to his leader."

"Of course, with your permission sir."
A glance in wells direction and around the circle of rescuers.

[milkbonesoldier]

An expression that was only a smile because it turned up at the corners touched his face; he dropped his head, closed his eyes a moment. It was pure acknowledgment, nothing more.

[iamnotstorm]

Sarah had tugged her sleeves down over her hands to keep the gauntlets out of sight, no sense tipping anyone off too soon, or, y'know, ever. Her hands were also clasped just comfortably in front of her, watching this exchange out of the corner of her eye. The whole situation gave her the creeps, and she just hoped it didn't show too badly.

(hoping I've got this right with the tagging. If not, just lemmie know, figured someone'd better post to keep it moving just in case.)

[fathers_cleric]

Taking a deep Breath, Preston glanced down both hallways, barely preceptable by anyone save for a Cleric.

Watching.

Drawing in a small breath, praying that they go unnoticed and that they're able to get out quickly, he turned to Mary Ann and her prisoners-looking them once over.

"Take those two down to C-Block.." His voice sounded harsh to his own ears, "Down the hallway and to the left."

Without stopping to see if they replied, Preston twisted around to Molly and Jack Frost, "Father sir, If you'll follow me I'll take you to the Interrogation Room."

He glanced back to Molly and Jack Frost, "I'll supervise this prisoner's interrogation. I want the both of you set in a room down the hallway from us."

It only remained to be seen how long it would take for the hallways to clear enough to get Molly and Jack to a place where they could cover them adequately.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne doesn't answer verbally; she's not sure there even are female Sweepers here, no sense giving themselves away early. She just nods and motions with her rifle for her 'prisoners' to move.

[iamnotstorm]

Sarah didn't exactly shy away from Mary Anne and the gun, but enough that she looked like she was, sticking closer to Mr. Universe and going where they were herded.

[stopped_signal]

He's good at playing roles. He's been doing it all his life, or at least since he ran away.

And frankly, now, it's not difficult to play scared. He goes where he's pointed, head down.

Battle for Molly and Jack.

[2ndclass_cleric]

Call it Irony.

Call it Luck.

The alarms are going off.

Responding to an Alarm across the building is a young African American Man with a Bald head wearing a gray version of Preston's Uniform.

White teeth smiling, anxious, excited at the thought of a fresh kill until-

He stops.
And stares.

"why aren't you responding to the alert?"

Re: Battle for Molly and Jack.

[_to_the_bone]

Oh, oh, Jack doesn't call it any of that.

Jack calls it perfect.

Suddenly, Brandt's world will have narrowed to nothing but a rush of ice and he can't breathe but maybe that's because he's just been slammed against a wall or maybe that the world is suddenly so very cold.

There are frigid black eyes a few short inches away from his.

The Frost smiles.

Re: Battle for Molly and Jack.

[2ndclass_cleric]

Brandt would show fear.

He is in fact showing fear, although he doesn't know that the icy chill down in the pit of his gut is cold-pure-abject terror.

"-Malfunction."

He flicks his wrist-calling up his guns.

Re: Battle for Molly and Jack.

[_to_the_bone]

He can shoot all he likes.

The ice wrapped around him, keeping him off his feet, in the air, firm against the side of the passage, is uninterested in unforgiving.

"Do what you like, little boy. Little man. There is no hurry. How long did you torture my friend for? How long do you think I will keep you alive? Shall we begin?"

The cold, it seems, has claws. Claws that reach out and trace along the skin of his cheek, mockingly tender, and leaving a fine patina of ices in their wake. Not doing anything more than stinging, though for now echoes in the caress.

Re: Battle for Molly and Jack.

[2ndclass_cleric]

Call it fate but there are others.

"Cleric!"

A sweeper appears at the end of the hallway-noting Brandt pinned.

Incredulous the man stared at Molly-then raised his rifle, "Help him! What are you doing just standing there?"

Re: Battle for Molly and Jack.

[molly_razorgirl]

Molly just raises the hood on her visor, turning silvery eyes to the sweeper.

"Actually, I'm just making sure no one interferes."

She reaches over her shoulder and whips out the Scorpion. A flick of the wrist later, and the monofiliment blade has neatly sliced off the front of the sweeper's rifle.

"Guns are boring."

Re: Battle for Molly and Jack.

[fathers_cleric]

"Holy shit."

The guard blinked stupidly.

Re: Battle for Molly and Jack.

[molly_razorgirl]

The street sammy tilts her head quizzically at the sweeper. Her voice is calm, almost pleasant.

"That sensation? That... feeling? That's fear. And if it can cut through your drugs that easily, think about how piss-scared you'd be right now without it. And then think about what's going to happen if you don't toss away your weapons and lay down on the ground right fragging now."