Recruitment Drive [Open]

Isaac went rummaging through the unconscious Terrorit's pockets, hoping maybe this individual had something useful on him that could help in this moment. There were a couple useful things, but now he had to get back to Albrecht. The knight had given him an order to retreat, but what was he supposed to do? Leave his comrade down there indefinitely? Nice try.

His work successful, Isaac came back to the manhole and looked down, preparing to jump back in when...

Crash!!

The whole opening was filled with lightning. He could feel the heat of it, and then the walls of the sewer crumbled, and the passage was impassable. "Albrecht!!" Isaac called out, dropping to his knees with a horrified expression. What the hell...? Did he want this one Terrorist dead so badly he'd bring the whole sewer system down for it?? Was he dead? Would Isaac have to drag himself back to the others and tell them Isaac had burried himself underground?

Isaac couldn't just sit there. He stood up and looked at the closest cop, who was just as horrified as he was. "We need rescue teams. One or both of them could still be alive. Do it now!"

Albrecht you bastard, if you get through this I'm gonna punch that dumb helmet off your face.

Actions:
Loot Martha's stuff
Yell at cops

As Albrecht clobbered against the ceiling, all sorts of debris began to fall and flake off above him. Eventually, he would begin to feel a draft after the last strike. A hole would open up above him, with bits of light peeking through. The night sky would greet him as would the city lights that welcomed him...


"U-understood! Call in the fire department! Medics! Anything! Cadet contact with the Psyche-Terrorists collapsed the sewers! Get them here on the double!" The officer nearest to him already had the radio in his hand as he barked through the receiver. He had what appeared fear and the awe of God struck into him. There was the battle of Gods that took place in a meager setting such as the city's sewage system. And yet all of this seemed so fantastical and so surreal to him despite it being played out in real time.

More sirens would blare in the distance and it would take time for them to get here.



The lightning would flash from the uncovered manhole at a distance away from all the action. However, a man was already walking away from the exit, almost limping as if they've been dealt a serious blow. The giggling escaped his lips as they savored the freedom they've earned from their ragged efforts. The faceless man regained the expressions he forfeited, but the one he adopted now was of a dazed state. Soon, he'd leave the secluded alleyway before entering the hoard of crowds to blend in.

Something was still controlling him, walking him to the safety of his home. For the time being, the Cadets had their victory in the other Psyche-Terrorist Gabriel Gatsby failed to save. But he had his own on surviving by the skin of his teeth on this night. Unfortunately, however, Gabriel wouldn't know of the events that played out when he gave into the temptation. Such was the price of power beyond his comprehension...

The head from the hammer would be the first thing to surface from the underground before going away, then from the whole it had made a man clad in black armor and a pair of golden wings would crawl from it. He was bathed in a golden holy light that seemed to emit from his own body, he had a pair of white wings on his back that remained clean and beautiful even after going through dirt. He took a few ragged deep breaths, tired and with a massive headache. He'd first remove his helmet and wipe the sweat from his face before standing up from his kneeling position. It was hard to focus but he maintained a proud posture as he approached Isaac and the officers.

"He might still have escaped, law enforcement should stay alert. Or maybe he is crushed by the rubble, hard to tell." His attention turned to Isaac, Albrecht had stern look but his words would be praise. "You were helpful, Isaac. Though, did you find anything useful on this terrorist?" He only had one criticism direct to the rookie, but the knight would keep it to himself right now.

Isaac felt the knot in his stomach drop as Albrecht emerged from the hole, beating a hole through the concrete. He looked around at the cracks in the asphalt and shook his head. "Did you know this was going to happen? All this destruction for one Terrorist?" he sighed. Albrecht was praising him, but he didn't feel like being praised. Not right now.

"here. This is your half. There was this bead thing too. Feels magical." he said it like it was an afterthought, handing Albrecht half of what he'd found on the Terrorist.

"But seriously. An attack that powerful...what if it had collapsed the road? All of these officers could have been hurt. We have to be more careful than that, with this power we weild." Isaac was mostly relieved, but there was a prickliness to his tone that was uncommon for him. Tonight had been overwhelming. He was tired, awed, and a little afraid for the people of the city. Because the cadets, the Terrorists, himself...they were far too powerful.

"..." The knight let out a sigh, it seems Isaac took issue with his actions. He tried not to collapse the sewers, it was only an unintended side effect and one that didn't harm anyone. Though in the corner of his heart he worried the other swordsman was correct, Albrecht again almost let himself be blinded by his fury like he did when fighting T and didn't even think about civilian lives. Right now he paid no mind to it, but in the following days it might be something that will gnaw inside his head. "It wasn't my intention to bring the ceiling down i just tried to catch him by surprise, if that's what you are worried about. I was safe at all times myself, however." He'd stretch his wings and back little, they were cramped for a while.

"You can keep that bead. We should wrap up for tonight and then get some rest, you must be exhausted after that mental assault." Albrecht would avoid dwelling on the subject of what he had done for long.

It was true, he was exhausted. It was good that Albrecht was okay...and seemed no worse for wear after having dropped the damn ceiling. Isaac sighed, putting his hands on his hips. This guy was a handful. But in most respects, Isaacs first mission had been a success. And so far it didn't look like anyone had died. Except maybe the other Terrorist. They'd just have to wait and see.

For now, though, Albrecht was right. They needed rest. "yeah, I'm glad you're alright. I couldn't have lived with myself if I'd stayed out here and you died. I'll make sure I work hard, so I can stand next to you and not be a liability." tired though he was, he pumped his fist. "Somebody's gotta keep you from leveling a city block, right?" he joked, bringing that grin back. Yeah, this was a good start. Only up from here.

"His powers were not enough to take me down, that's why he ran away." Albrecht didn't think he would die, and if he did he usually wouldn't fear it. Usually, recently after meeting her there was always something inside talking that almost made him hesitate, it was usually snuffed out by all the hatred and anger however. That other voice also seemed to hate it and her. "Right." He knew it was a joke, but it wasn't a funny one and at the moment he wasn't in the mood to feign laughter, still Isaac was being polite so his response was simply neutral in tone.

Isaac fell silent after that, following Albrecht's lead to do whatever their obligations were in all this, before they left the scene to the rescue and professional authorities. They weren't actually officers of the police, after all. At best, they were dogs called on to match fire with fire. He new that, and now their part in this operation was over. So when they wrapped up, he headed back to his apartments at the school dorms, easing his tired body down into his bed and thought about mom and dad, for the first time in a while, he felt like they'd be properly proud of him.

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