Post by Eternal Flame on Dec 9, 2021 21:54:26 GMT
Things had died down, so to speak, by the time Rhetta Kale came back to the living. She was used to such things. After all, most fights were over in mere minutes, sometimes seconds. Often, much less, especially if she was there. The room she was in was currently empty, but the sound of booted treads in the hallways beyond made it seem like it was unlikely to remain that way. A moment's grace, then. She took inventory - her clothing, a revolver with three bullets. Not much else, but what else did she really need? She was, as she knew, still somewhere in that military institution. It had been between thirty seconds and thirty minutes since she had died, with no way of knowing which unless she found a clock that had survived the damages. The room was scarred by flames, which was also familiar. By now, her tentative alliances would have fractured, if they hadn't already done so by the time she'd last perished. That was also perfectly fine with her - she certainly didn't need those people. Rhetta Kale was a woman who was used to having people work for her and not the other way around. She had built herself up from nothing more than once, and she could certainly do it again. She stretched, almost idly, then picked the least burnt of the office chairs remaining and sat down in it. Her hand caressed the pistol, quite fondly, and when one of the sets of steps stopped just outside the door, she cocked the hammer and set the end of the barrel against the underside of her jaw. The door opened, and the guard's reaction was quite predictable. "I wouldn't, if I were y-" He shot her, naturally, and the room erupted in flames once more. Between thirty seconds and thirty minutes later, she sparked once more, this time standing beside a wall that was even more damaged than it had been the last time. At some point, someone with some intelligence would handle the situation, and things would go a little differently. The Eternal Flame was not impatient. Mostly. |
