Who Are You?

Arc 3.18 - Luther Abravel

He finds the camp after days of travel.

Luther almost wanted to collapse in relief as he spotted the large enclosed command base from his viewpoint atop a cliff. Fucking finally. But he couldn't rest just yet. He had a mission.

He took out his compact telescope and observed the camp. He frowned. It was too clean. Too relaxed.

Did his force not reach yet?

That's not right. If anything, Luther was much too late to the party. But it turned out the party hadn't even started yet.

Luther moved his scope across the field, trying to spot anything out of place.

Patrollers, soldiers... He moved out to the surrounding areas.

Nothing.

Something must have gone wrong. Either a delay or complete elimination.

Luther pursed his lips. Only one way to find out.

He took out a small pencil like metallic ornament. A tool of sorts. This pencil looking trinket was one of the first objects Luther became very familiar with in this world ever since his escape from the Vraigrainian prison over a decade ago.

It was in fact a signalling device that used sound to spread across very large distances, instantly sending its signals to trinkets made to house the sound. The vibrations of the sound no matter how far away would turn the pencil object into a different colour.

To Luther, who came from the modern civilization, this deeply reminded him of radio signals, Morse codes, notification pings, Bluetooth connections, etc. It was incredibly unique for such an object to appear during a 17th century era setting.

But of course sending out a singular sound for just one colour change to its counterpart wasn't very useful. Which is why many soldiers and important households have to carry many different ones for different signals.

In this circumstance, Luther and his army have this for letting the other know that they are nearby.

Once Luther sent out the signal he strapped it to his forearm for easy visibility in case he got a responding signal back. For now, he would be approaching the ground terrain to get closer to the command base.

By the time he reached the bottom he still had yet to receive a response. That didn't bode well for Luther.

His dark gaze swept through the perimeters. His enhanced hearing detected another patrol group coming around in what he estimated to be about 47 second. He didn't detect anyone immediately across the boarded wall of the camp. He didn't hesitate.

With skilled efficiency, he ran out of his cover and put his strength in his footing. He leapt and his foot met the wall, using that split second of time he used that force to increase his vertical velocity to propel himself up. His hand caught the rim of the wall which he used to vault his body over the wall, successfully landing in a crouch on the other side. Double checking his timeline. He had 23 seconds before the patrol unit outside would pass him. Well, he was already inside the wall, so it didn't matter

He readjusted his hood, keeping his hair out of sight.

Time to get to business. After 4 days of solitude with only Parasite around, he let himself relax his Character playing. It felt nice while it lasted. Now, his heart shut down as he conjured out the killer instinct of Luther Abravel. His expression went blank, gaze frosting over. His body language languid yet dangerous, ready to move at a seconds notice.