[x] Attack the drones. Their explosions and roaring are making the night less peaceful.
-[x] End this farce quickly. You're in no mood for something that's a fight in name only.
You turn away from Verossa and lean against the windowsill just before a pair of Drones zoom past. You take a deep breath, then shake your head and open the window. You keep the blanket on as you step half-out of the room, then launch yourself into the high into the air after making sure no more Drones are in the immediate area. The two that just passed sweep around, then roar off to the west, and you sigh. You consider seeing how well your new Device works in a fight ... but these aren't worth the effort. You aren't going to be getting close, after all ....
You increase your altitude a bit more - you're below the tallest buildings' roofs, but above most, and nothing in the immediate area is even close to you - and spin to see where the Drones are coming from. They seem to be focused in the western part of the city, along the coast, and you can see pink and yellow Sparks flashing through the sky. Another area of heavy concentration is the north, and you can see flares and explosions in that area as well. Smaller groups zip throughout the rest of the city, small flights that launch attacks against buildings and then wheel back to the west or north. Now that you're here, however, part of the northern group seems to have decided to target this area. You sigh.
The force streaming toward you multiplies, flights warping into existence in flashes of silver light, but you're already tracking things by their eyes. The new arrivals don't have them, which tells you that they aren't real. Just like that fake of Remilia .... Your hand clenches, and a Drone explodes. The burst shreds the other three Drones in its flight, sending two of them spiraling into buildings while the third tumbles before exploding. The first wave of fake Drones closes in on you, bursts of energy flashing through the sky toward you. You briefly consider dodging them, just to keep up appearances, but decide it's not worth the bother, and the illusory attacks fade as they strike you. The remnants of the first wave, only two flights out of nine, launch missiles toward you before closing in on each other and accelerating toward you. You fling dart-bullets at them, then dart up and dash forward to slip past the missiles. Two of the Drones sweep past you, the heat from their passing drying the skin on your face, and you toss a few more bullets at them when they turn to attack you again.
You drop a little as the next wave approaches, and you see a third wave following behind it. You frown; the approach pattern doesn't make sense to you, they could have had all three waves approach you from different altitudes .... You sigh again. The second wave is a bit more spread out, and you don't get as many multi-kills from destroyed Drones. Fifteen of the fliers spread out into a line and charge you, energy bursts stitching through the air as you weave back and forth, bullets flying in return. Three of the survivors pull up and flee toward the dispersing third wave, while the other two attempt to dive between the buildings. You glare at them ... but they are fleeing.
You grunt and jerk as the blades cut through you, going through your kidneys, your lungs, crossing at your spine, then pulling out horizontally, cutting through your spine again and savaging your lungs. If you were human, you would almost certainly have died instantly of shock; instead, you simply cough up a bit of blood before one of the blades rams through your chest and someone yanks your head back by your hair, leaving your throat exposed. Then a pink-haired girl flickers into existence, already well-within charging distance, and the large blades she carries are positioned to decapitate you. They swing forward, the hand holding your hair loosens its grip and the blade withdraws from your chest - and your arms lash out, shattering the blades before they cross your neck. You watch the pink-haired girl's face as it transitions from impassivity to dull surprise in the split second before you crush her head between your hands. You turn, slowly, as the body's momentum carries it past you, and you see the stunned face of the purple-haired woman from when you captured Agito. She watches the headless body fall past her, then shakes herself and snarls at you before trying to lunge forward. You squeeze your hand.
You look around. The battles to the north and west are still going ... but no Drones are flying in this area anymore. You drift back to your room, noting the pockmarks in the streets and partially-gutted buildings. You sniff the air - a few odd scents are there, but nothing too disruptive. You land on the sill, slip inside, and close the window. You toss the shredded blanket into the hall, then wrap a sheet around yourself and sit down by the window. At least you didn't ruin any clothes.
A knock on the door brings you out of your doze, and you stretch. You frown at the door. "Enter," you call out as you stand, and one of the soldiers in the unit opens the door, a tea set carried in one hand.
"Miss Scarlet? They wouldn't let Lieutenant Tarbin out of the hospital, so I told her I would take your tea to you," he says. You nod and walk toward the desk. You vaguely recognize him as the sergeant who drove you to the vampire. Whatever happened to that ...? He isn't clumsy about serving the tea, although it is obvious he's never done anything like this before. You take a sip; there's rather a bit more blood than Tarbin puts in - not that that's a bad thing.
"Are you not having any?" He swallows nervously as you glance at him out of the corner of your eye.
"I'm sorry, Miss Scarlet, I've never been able to drink it," he admits. "I hope it's not unsatisfactory ...." You take another small drink and nod thoughtfully as you look at the wall.
What do you do?
[ ] Talk to the sergeant.
- [ ] Who he is.
- [ ] What happened to Tarbin.
- [ ] What happened to Verossa.
- [ ] Other?
[ ] Go to sleep.
[ ] Go look for something interesting in the city.
[ ] Other?
