Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160326071849

Michi would take a good three minutes to recover from her light-headedness.. she sighed, calmly caressing Armstrong's knees as she rested. Once she was ready, she shifted back over to the Scrying Pool.. focusing once more..

"On what yonder doth the Overwatch lie? Eyes of the World, reveal them to me."

...

"Commander."

'''"....Enter." '''

A familiar form lie under white blankets.. stained pinkish red in some places. A fully armored soldier arrived, carrying a pot of hot tea and some sort of pie.

"Your rations. As you requested."

'''"Set them aside.. I'm certain I'll be peckish in short order." '''The soldier did as told, and another entered the tent, taking his place and dismissing the former. This soldier had a red cross on his pauldrons.

"Commander.. in my professional opinion, your body must be made of something bizarre.. your injuries.. blunt force trauma, multiple lascerations, not to mention numerous burns.. any other boy would have been dead, and most Heroes beset to bed for at least a month."

"Your point?"

"You're going to be ready for field duty...in two days."

Mercy was silent at this... but then, that familiar, vacant smile found his youthful lips.

"How delightful.. I may resume my mission sooner than expected. I've many vendettas to settle.. more prey to slaughter.. but you know what?"

"Er...what?"

"I plan to do it alone. I will travel separately from the main force.. I'll place command under Captain-040. Understood?"

"Roger. I'll relay that info to Captain-040." With that, the Medic departed from Mercy. He lay there... silently.

"Soon.. strong man... soon, red Dragon.. you will both be slaughtered like prey..." With that, the transmission closed.. Michi didn't feel light-headed, this time.. what would Armstrong make of this message?