[ So. Just so we're all on the same page, Ryoko thinks this whole phantom thief thing is absurd and actively resents every moment she spends on costume. Okay? Okay.
All that being said – "Sentry" is here to join in the raid. She doesn't imagine they'll get another chance to have such relatively unrestricted access to the Zodiac HQ and she plans to take the fullest advantage of it that she can. Physically she's not much of a fighter, but she's much better with that sci-fi phaser of hers than you would ever want a teenage girl to be. She picks off guards from a distance and then streaks in as soon as she finds a break in their formation... only to stop and stare once she actually gets her first proper look at the building. ]
... All the trouble they've caused us... just for money?!
[ Her exact expression is hard to read, not with her mask and the opaque white veil covering her mouth. But her unrestrained disgust is not at all hard to pick up on. ]
record room (don't fear the repaer)
[ This is it. This is it.
She hadn't dared imagine they'd come across such a goldmine of information here, even while infiltrating this deep. Most of it isn't relevant to her needs – though you can bet she's stealing her own profile to read and get psychic damage about later. No, what she's rifling through all these drawers and storage areas for is data. Research, programming logs, anything to give her a head start on her work. She's a good way into the record room, in a lonely, dusty corner when she yanks open a stiff and stubborn filing cabinet, thumbs through what's there and...
Her fingertips go numb and a little tingly as she eases the file out of its place and flips through it to see. It's dense, a little technical beyond her current understanding but... she can follow it. And she understands enough to know that she can crack this, given enough time. Slowly, carefully, she pulls it the rest of the way out and lets the drawer roll closed.
The hairs on the back of her neck immediately stand on end. On an instinct she doesn't even understand, drilled in after fighting for her life in her Sentinel, Ryoko immediately drops to the floor a fraction of a second before a deafening gunshot rings out.
At the spot where her head was not even a moment before, the cabinet explodes.
Shrapnel and burning paper erupt from the ruptured cabinet and rain down on Ryoko, scrabbling away as quick as she can. She still isn't quite conscious of what's setting off the danger, danger, death alarm bells in her head until she finally manages to roll over, still clutching her spoilers and sees... well, Death hovering barely a foot in front of her.
Her blood immediately turns to ice in her veins. For a frozen moment, Ryoko doesn't even breathe – the ebb and flow of the Reaper's robes is the only point of motion at all. But then the arm carrying that monstrous gun moves and Ryoko too explodes into motion. She doesn't even bother trying to fight – she knows from experience when you have to pick your battles and run.
There's an alarm howling. Another gunshot goes wild as she ducks behind one of the filing cabinets, slamming it with her whole weight to knock it down and block the path, to try to give herself some time. Screeches come from outside the room – the clatter of clawed feet approaching.
A cold sweat starts to make its way down Ryoko's back. This time... she really might be in trouble. ]
other floors (wildcard)
[ i'll be tagging around into prompts covering the other floors but if you want to hit me up for one on this comment specifically, feel free to do so! ]
Ryoko Shinonome | 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim | OU
[ So. Just so we're all on the same page, Ryoko thinks this whole phantom thief thing is absurd and actively resents every moment she spends on costume. Okay? Okay.
All that being said – "Sentry" is here to join in the raid. She doesn't imagine they'll get another chance to have such relatively unrestricted access to the Zodiac HQ and she plans to take the fullest advantage of it that she can. Physically she's not much of a fighter, but she's much better with that sci-fi phaser of hers than you would ever want a teenage girl to be. She picks off guards from a distance and then streaks in as soon as she finds a break in their formation... only to stop and stare once she actually gets her first proper look at the building. ]
... All the trouble they've caused us... just for money?!
[ Her exact expression is hard to read, not with her mask and the opaque white veil covering her mouth. But her unrestrained disgust is not at all hard to pick up on. ]
record room (don't fear the repaer)
[ This is it. This is it.
She hadn't dared imagine they'd come across such a goldmine of information here, even while infiltrating this deep. Most of it isn't relevant to her needs – though you can bet she's stealing her own profile to read and get psychic damage about later. No, what she's rifling through all these drawers and storage areas for is data. Research, programming logs, anything to give her a head start on her work. She's a good way into the record room, in a lonely, dusty corner when she yanks open a stiff and stubborn filing cabinet, thumbs through what's there and...
Her fingertips go numb and a little tingly as she eases the file out of its place and flips through it to see. It's dense, a little technical beyond her current understanding but... she can follow it. And she understands enough to know that she can crack this, given enough time. Slowly, carefully, she pulls it the rest of the way out and lets the drawer roll closed.
The hairs on the back of her neck immediately stand on end. On an instinct she doesn't even understand, drilled in after fighting for her life in her Sentinel, Ryoko immediately drops to the floor a fraction of a second before a deafening gunshot rings out.
At the spot where her head was not even a moment before, the cabinet explodes.
Shrapnel and burning paper erupt from the ruptured cabinet and rain down on Ryoko, scrabbling away as quick as she can. She still isn't quite conscious of what's setting off the danger, danger, death alarm bells in her head until she finally manages to roll over, still clutching her spoilers and sees... well, Death hovering barely a foot in front of her.
Her blood immediately turns to ice in her veins. For a frozen moment, Ryoko doesn't even breathe – the ebb and flow of the Reaper's robes is the only point of motion at all. But then the arm carrying that monstrous gun moves and Ryoko too explodes into motion. She doesn't even bother trying to fight – she knows from experience when you have to pick your battles and run.
There's an alarm howling. Another gunshot goes wild as she ducks behind one of the filing cabinets, slamming it with her whole weight to knock it down and block the path, to try to give herself some time. Screeches come from outside the room – the clatter of clawed feet approaching.
A cold sweat starts to make its way down Ryoko's back. This time... she really might be in trouble. ]
other floors (wildcard)
[ i'll be tagging around into prompts covering the other floors but if you want to hit me up for one on this comment specifically, feel free to do so! ]