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Who: Cait, Reeve, & Vincent
Status: Semi-Open (Anyone with business with Reeve is more than welcome to join ♥ Like Barrett, or the rest of AVALANCHE really :D)
When: 9:00 PM
Where: WRO Headquarters, Reeve's Office
What: The Costa team finally makes it back to Edge.
There was little argument in letting Vincent up to the floor that contained Reeve's office with Cait fully wrapped in the red fabric of his cloak. No time for rest or a change of clothes, one thing after another. Tying actions together in Costa, finishing what they had originally set to do, gathered troops and bodies and selections for interrogation back up and across the ocean again to Junon. Camps set up upon the beach of the coastal town - a sizable group to finish the rest of cleanup - and truckloads back to Edge. Had half the mind to fly Barrett, Cait and himself back, but hadn't had the energy for it, settled for more modern and lengthier modes of transportation. The halls were cold at headquarters, probably saving energy from heating prices, or just felt chilled without his cloak and the rips in his clothing from Charity's fans. Frowned in remembrance, eyes darting over to the secretary as he approached - who straightened in her seat and offered him a salute in response.
"Go ahead, Mr. Valentine," she said sharply, pressing a single button. The doors opened as she addressed the intercom. "Sir, Mr. Valentine is here."
He passed through the doors, guns tapping against his hips and back. Waited until they closed again and he was close enough to address Reeve with a small nod.
Status: Semi-Open (Anyone with business with Reeve is more than welcome to join ♥ Like Barrett, or the rest of AVALANCHE really :D)
When: 9:00 PM
Where: WRO Headquarters, Reeve's Office
What: The Costa team finally makes it back to Edge.
There was little argument in letting Vincent up to the floor that contained Reeve's office with Cait fully wrapped in the red fabric of his cloak. No time for rest or a change of clothes, one thing after another. Tying actions together in Costa, finishing what they had originally set to do, gathered troops and bodies and selections for interrogation back up and across the ocean again to Junon. Camps set up upon the beach of the coastal town - a sizable group to finish the rest of cleanup - and truckloads back to Edge. Had half the mind to fly Barrett, Cait and himself back, but hadn't had the energy for it, settled for more modern and lengthier modes of transportation. The halls were cold at headquarters, probably saving energy from heating prices, or just felt chilled without his cloak and the rips in his clothing from Charity's fans. Frowned in remembrance, eyes darting over to the secretary as he approached - who straightened in her seat and offered him a salute in response.
"Go ahead, Mr. Valentine," she said sharply, pressing a single button. The doors opened as she addressed the intercom. "Sir, Mr. Valentine is here."
He passed through the doors, guns tapping against his hips and back. Waited until they closed again and he was close enough to address Reeve with a small nod.