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The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
Seven days.
It had been seven days since you'd received that auspicious message, not seeing hide nor hair of a reply for the week to follow. It was the point were most people would have passed it off and as prank mail, or some kind of scam, but, such to your likely surprise you would receive another message. This time branded with the an emblem much like that of the Ouroboros, only breaking away from it's endless cycle of self-consumption to move on to better things. Contained within it was a simple message, a date, a time, and the name of your invitee.
00:20
District 3, Boscmann Hotel, Room 305
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Arriving, you would find the door slung agape, the room it revealed containing nothing but the television, couch, and bed one would expect of a cheap hotel. The TV blurted out the low hum of static, yet there were no signs of anyone presence of life that could of flicked it on. Moments after fully inspecting the apartment for clues, something that would bring now avail, the electric snowstorm on the television would bend and distort, changing it's image to one of a slow timer, ticking down to the zero point without an indicator of what would occour when it met it's goal. And, for whatever reason, you chose to wait it out, why not, after all? You'd come all the way here in the dead of the night, might as well see it all the way though, right? Whatever your reasoning, you stayed for however long the timer chose to tick, and, when it finally reached it's end...
You blacked out.
Awakening, you would find yourself in what seemed to be the back of the van, neither bound nor gagged, without even the motion of the vehicle keeping you from moving. Other than yourself the only things furnishing it's bare interior were the seats, a phone, an inactive TV screen...
And five other people.
It had been seven days since you'd received that auspicious message, not seeing hide nor hair of a reply for the week to follow. It was the point were most people would have passed it off and as prank mail, or some kind of scam, but, such to your likely surprise you would receive another message. This time branded with the an emblem much like that of the Ouroboros, only breaking away from it's endless cycle of self-consumption to move on to better things. Contained within it was a simple message, a date, a time, and the name of your invitee.
00:20
District 3, Boscmann Hotel, Room 305
____________
Arriving, you would find the door slung agape, the room it revealed containing nothing but the television, couch, and bed one would expect of a cheap hotel. The TV blurted out the low hum of static, yet there were no signs of anyone presence of life that could of flicked it on. Moments after fully inspecting the apartment for clues, something that would bring now avail, the electric snowstorm on the television would bend and distort, changing it's image to one of a slow timer, ticking down to the zero point without an indicator of what would occour when it met it's goal. And, for whatever reason, you chose to wait it out, why not, after all? You'd come all the way here in the dead of the night, might as well see it all the way though, right? Whatever your reasoning, you stayed for however long the timer chose to tick, and, when it finally reached it's end...
You blacked out.
Awakening, you would find yourself in what seemed to be the back of the van, neither bound nor gagged, without even the motion of the vehicle keeping you from moving. Other than yourself the only things furnishing it's bare interior were the seats, a phone, an inactive TV screen...
And five other people.
NeoLeaf
Optimistic Dictator & Intermediate Story Teller
"Eh?" Daniel responded to his new surrounding.
A bit panicked the boy quickly ran his fingers over his face subconsciously to make sure that he was wearing his glasses. Once his fingers felt the cool glassy surface of his lens and the sliding force on the side of his head he felt relieved. He raised his arm to grab the side of his head but he felt something on his side-- A person? He looked to his left surprised and slowly lowers his arms to his lap. Daniel held his breath and focused on the sounds that he had heard in this confined space.The boy comes to realize that he's surrounded by the sound of quiet breathing and that he's definitely in a cramped space of some sort.
"Ara?" Daniel whispered to himself in a questionable tone.
"Wasn't I in a room?"
A bit panicked the boy quickly ran his fingers over his face subconsciously to make sure that he was wearing his glasses. Once his fingers felt the cool glassy surface of his lens and the sliding force on the side of his head he felt relieved. He raised his arm to grab the side of his head but he felt something on his side-- A person? He looked to his left surprised and slowly lowers his arms to his lap. Daniel held his breath and focused on the sounds that he had heard in this confined space.The boy comes to realize that he's surrounded by the sound of quiet breathing and that he's definitely in a cramped space of some sort.
"Ara?" Daniel whispered to himself in a questionable tone.
"Wasn't I in a room?"
Burberry Preserves
The Last Straw
.................
It's quiet...
I... in the hotel room... I blacked out...
Where....?
Slowly, Baek began to wake, lifting his head from the boggy and heavy drowsiness that clung firmly to his mind. He remained unmoving, wary of his surroundings. What happened? Just where was he? A quick run of the past events flowed through his mind; he had been invited to become a member of this new Dark Side group, gotten a message to go the a strange hotel, went to the hotel, stayed until the timer ran out, and now....
Now he was here.
Baek fought the urge to groan loudly, maintaining his pretense of still being asleep. Really, what a mess. At least what Baek sat on wasn't uncomfortable. He could've been watching the latest episode of Magicuru Macuro Macroon-tan~! right now. Or playing Oaktale Online. Why did he go to where the unknown sender told him to go again? Oh yeah, because he was a stupid idiot who was the stupidest, stupidest dumb ignoramus. The only time he chooses to leave his nice, comfortable room to go outside for something other than buying limited-edition merchandise or working, and it ends up with him being knocked out and kidnapped.
Typical... At least he wasn't dead... maybe it'd be better... if he... no...
The tiny metaphorical engines in Baek's head fired up, and Baek began examining his surroundings in earnest. Or as well as someone could examine their surroundings without looking. Judging by the relaxed breathing in the room... there were, what, three–five other people in the closed space he was in? Sitting near him... All unconscious as well–no, there was a rustle of clothing. One of the others were awake.
"Ara? Wasn't I in a room?"
The person–a boy–was confused, like Baek. Baek juggled 'waking up' as well, keeping his breath even and relaxed.
I-interacting with others... talking... communication... a wave of nausea swept through Baek at the very thought of it.
He'd... keep pretending... f-for now...
It's quiet...
I... in the hotel room... I blacked out...
Where....?
Slowly, Baek began to wake, lifting his head from the boggy and heavy drowsiness that clung firmly to his mind. He remained unmoving, wary of his surroundings. What happened? Just where was he? A quick run of the past events flowed through his mind; he had been invited to become a member of this new Dark Side group, gotten a message to go the a strange hotel, went to the hotel, stayed until the timer ran out, and now....
Now he was here.
Baek fought the urge to groan loudly, maintaining his pretense of still being asleep. Really, what a mess. At least what Baek sat on wasn't uncomfortable. He could've been watching the latest episode of Magicuru Macuro Macroon-tan~! right now. Or playing Oaktale Online. Why did he go to where the unknown sender told him to go again? Oh yeah, because he was a stupid idiot who was the stupidest, stupidest dumb ignoramus. The only time he chooses to leave his nice, comfortable room to go outside for something other than buying limited-edition merchandise or working, and it ends up with him being knocked out and kidnapped.
Typical... At least he wasn't dead... maybe it'd be better... if he... no...
The tiny metaphorical engines in Baek's head fired up, and Baek began examining his surroundings in earnest. Or as well as someone could examine their surroundings without looking. Judging by the relaxed breathing in the room... there were, what, three–five other people in the closed space he was in? Sitting near him... All unconscious as well–no, there was a rustle of clothing. One of the others were awake.
"Ara? Wasn't I in a room?"
The person–a boy–was confused, like Baek. Baek juggled 'waking up' as well, keeping his breath even and relaxed.
I-interacting with others... talking... communication... a wave of nausea swept through Baek at the very thought of it.
He'd... keep pretending... f-for now...
Bob Brawler
Riddle Me this
With a strong flash of light breaking through his eyelids he stood up covering his eyes with his hand, giving it a moment to adjust. When he finally opened them he was in a field, grassy field and in the distance was a person, a woman. Dressed in all white, She was Dancing? "who is she" he mumbled, he tried to get closer and closer. The closer he got, the worse he felt gaining up on her he could almost recognize her. Now standing right behind her he put his hand on her shoulder. She turned around and he woke up screaming "ROSE!"
Stacy just sat there for a few moments in a state of shock. Few seconds later he came back to his senses. Looking around he could see "Kids?!" he thought to himself, why was he locked in a in a vehicle with a bunch of kids, Inspecting his surrounding he saw one Kid is already awake, looking around some more he saw a flat screen TV, a phone, and another kid pretending to be asleep, He might have fooled anyone else in here, But nothing beats experience. He tried not to give out the fact that he knew. Reaching for the phone and turning it on only to find that its locked... With nothing else in mind he gave another quick glance before spacing out.
Straining his mind he now remembered the invitation, then the room and the TV with the timer... He couldn't remember what happened when the timer reached zero. Now his dry throat got the better of him "Serpent, are you listening. At least be a good host and give out some drinks." He said with a calm but rough voice.
Stacy just sat there for a few moments in a state of shock. Few seconds later he came back to his senses. Looking around he could see "Kids?!" he thought to himself, why was he locked in a in a vehicle with a bunch of kids, Inspecting his surrounding he saw one Kid is already awake, looking around some more he saw a flat screen TV, a phone, and another kid pretending to be asleep, He might have fooled anyone else in here, But nothing beats experience. He tried not to give out the fact that he knew. Reaching for the phone and turning it on only to find that its locked... With nothing else in mind he gave another quick glance before spacing out.
Straining his mind he now remembered the invitation, then the room and the TV with the timer... He couldn't remember what happened when the timer reached zero. Now his dry throat got the better of him "Serpent, are you listening. At least be a good host and give out some drinks." He said with a calm but rough voice.
simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Terumi Komatsuzaki
What she would give for a bowl of donburi right now down near her local District. She would literally kill for a bowl of katsudon, with the simmered onions binded together by beaten egg, cooked with fried pork cutlets, topping the soft, fluffy rice. That dream was not going to happen any time soon, it seemed. She had pulled herself out of a late-night session with a bunch of players she had met, just for this one occasion, to walk right into a hotel room, an empty one. Which was better than the alternatives, of course. The television in the room gave her no indication of any major programming- she had dived into its internal data, and found absolutely nothing of relevance. Even when the display changed into a timer, there was nothing she could find within its circuits. As far as she knew, it wasn’t an explosive, but being safe was better than being nothing, so she parked herself in the toilet, fiddling with her phone as she waited for the timer to countdown.
Now she wished she hadn’t, because dreams of succulent pork cutlet meat tormented her the moment she woke up. It was a little guilty pleasure of hers, indulging herself in food for the well-off. After all, a well-cooked donburi with fresh ingredients was better than any old one she could make with leftovers. That wasn’t to say she couldn’t make a decent bowl of it, provided the proper ingredients. That, however, wasn’t the largest part of her problem. The major issue at hand was that when her eyes, surrounded by eyebags and shadows from sleep deprivation, snapped open, she found herself looking at a group of other individuals in some dingy van. Great. Kidnappers didn’t resort to spray-painting the outside of their vans now with enticing deals. Instead, they just rope you into a van when you were unconscious. She gave a snort of a chuckle despite her situation, and reached into her pocket. She didn’t take long to assess the situation without barely moving her head.
Two rows of seats filled with what she assumed were her fellow captives, one in front of the other. On the back row, there was the esteemed Terumi Komatsuzaki, a boy with a rich mane of black hair (@cojemo), and another boy with dark skin and short dreads (@NeoLeaf). She couldn’t exactly see the appearances of the first row’s occupants. There were six of them in total. She angled her head slightly to see a TV in front of her, and a phone, which one of the occupants of the front seat, an older man with white hair, picked up and tested. It didn’t work out for him, so she assumed it was locked. Probably standard stuff that regular people and Espers couldn’t work with. That wouldn’t be a problem for her, but she assumed that the phone was merely a two-way contact with them and their captor. It held no relevant data that could help them in anyway. Whoever the captor was, they were savvy enough to send anonymous emails and untraceable messages. They were certainly savvy enough to leave items that she couldn’t read. She said nothing, and reclined back on her seat, a look of utter passivity on her face. She’ll wait and see. There was no point panicking or making a scene out of this. So she waited.
What she would give for a bowl of donburi right now down near her local District. She would literally kill for a bowl of katsudon, with the simmered onions binded together by beaten egg, cooked with fried pork cutlets, topping the soft, fluffy rice. That dream was not going to happen any time soon, it seemed. She had pulled herself out of a late-night session with a bunch of players she had met, just for this one occasion, to walk right into a hotel room, an empty one. Which was better than the alternatives, of course. The television in the room gave her no indication of any major programming- she had dived into its internal data, and found absolutely nothing of relevance. Even when the display changed into a timer, there was nothing she could find within its circuits. As far as she knew, it wasn’t an explosive, but being safe was better than being nothing, so she parked herself in the toilet, fiddling with her phone as she waited for the timer to countdown.
Now she wished she hadn’t, because dreams of succulent pork cutlet meat tormented her the moment she woke up. It was a little guilty pleasure of hers, indulging herself in food for the well-off. After all, a well-cooked donburi with fresh ingredients was better than any old one she could make with leftovers. That wasn’t to say she couldn’t make a decent bowl of it, provided the proper ingredients. That, however, wasn’t the largest part of her problem. The major issue at hand was that when her eyes, surrounded by eyebags and shadows from sleep deprivation, snapped open, she found herself looking at a group of other individuals in some dingy van. Great. Kidnappers didn’t resort to spray-painting the outside of their vans now with enticing deals. Instead, they just rope you into a van when you were unconscious. She gave a snort of a chuckle despite her situation, and reached into her pocket. She didn’t take long to assess the situation without barely moving her head.
Two rows of seats filled with what she assumed were her fellow captives, one in front of the other. On the back row, there was the esteemed Terumi Komatsuzaki, a boy with a rich mane of black hair (@cojemo), and another boy with dark skin and short dreads (@NeoLeaf). She couldn’t exactly see the appearances of the first row’s occupants. There were six of them in total. She angled her head slightly to see a TV in front of her, and a phone, which one of the occupants of the front seat, an older man with white hair, picked up and tested. It didn’t work out for him, so she assumed it was locked. Probably standard stuff that regular people and Espers couldn’t work with. That wouldn’t be a problem for her, but she assumed that the phone was merely a two-way contact with them and their captor. It held no relevant data that could help them in anyway. Whoever the captor was, they were savvy enough to send anonymous emails and untraceable messages. They were certainly savvy enough to leave items that she couldn’t read. She said nothing, and reclined back on her seat, a look of utter passivity on her face. She’ll wait and see. There was no point panicking or making a scene out of this. So she waited.
cojemo
2000 IQ Killjoy Detective
With skepticism came caution, and with caution came paranoia.
Using a small hand mirror to peak into the wide open room without unveiling his position to anyone lying in wait, Katsumi flung around the corner with a can of hairspray in one hand and a taser he'd confiscated from his friend in the other. No motion sensors spotted and not a single human presence detected, the boy swiftly moved in and shut the door behind him. This entire situation seemed off to him and was simply inconvenient overall. Why take so long to reply? Did they have to wait on something? And why the hell did they have to call him now after he'd just gotten his test results back? Katsumi had no problems, but Naomi on the other hand had flunked pretty badly. If it hadn't been for his parents new drink prototype Katsumi would've been stuck consoling Naomi as she grieved over her poor performance.
Who knew that orange and seafood flavored sodas would cause ungodly stomach problems?
Everything seemed utterly static inside of the dank hotel room except for, ironically, the ticking down of a clock on a lone T.V. Odd. If it was supposed to be a trap then whoever had set this up wouldn't have put a huge sign notifying their target of their plan, would they? He wasn't exactly a tech expert so Katsumi had no way to verify, but taking unnecessary risks weren't exactly his gain. Sliding under the bed with both of his weapons at the ready, Katsumi stared intently as the numbers slowly approached zero. If hostiles came into the room he'd be ready for an ambush, though if there were any Espers he'd be in trouble. After all, a bottle of hairspray and electricity wouldn't exactly stop an Electromaster, would it? Still, this plan was better than nothing, keeping completely still and silent until the countdown reached it's end and then...
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A van. Yup. Somehow he'd gotten from some dingy hotel into the back of an even more dingy automobile. However they did it, whether it was noxious gas or an ability, whoever set this up had kidnapped him just like he'd first suspected. Not only that, his wepons from earlier had seemingly been confiscated, leaving him bare if things took a turn for the worse. Great. Naomi's going to kill me for loosing her taser. letting out a deep sigh and running a hand through his thick mane of hair,his assessment of the situation began. There were no restraints on his body, and even more unusual was the fact that there appeared to be others in the exact same predicament as he was. Now, Katsumi was no expert on abductions, but generally when one has captives they DON'T want them to do as they please, especially if they were Espers. Extrapolating from that tidbit of information, there were three possibilities. Either there were no harmful Espers present in the van, the group that had kidnapped them were fairly confident that they could subdue any uprising that occurred, or these people weren't hostile.
Scanning the rest of the room, it was mostly bare save for a television and a phone.There was nothing that he could work off of, so his only option was to patiently wait for something to occur. Phones and televisions weren't commonly left in the back of vehicles for no reason, so if he had to guess those would inform them of whatever was going on. Hopefully this was just a roundabout way of bringing him into Serpent, cause if not he'd be in some major trouble.
Naomi would most definitely kick his ass for getting abducted.
Using a small hand mirror to peak into the wide open room without unveiling his position to anyone lying in wait, Katsumi flung around the corner with a can of hairspray in one hand and a taser he'd confiscated from his friend in the other. No motion sensors spotted and not a single human presence detected, the boy swiftly moved in and shut the door behind him. This entire situation seemed off to him and was simply inconvenient overall. Why take so long to reply? Did they have to wait on something? And why the hell did they have to call him now after he'd just gotten his test results back? Katsumi had no problems, but Naomi on the other hand had flunked pretty badly. If it hadn't been for his parents new drink prototype Katsumi would've been stuck consoling Naomi as she grieved over her poor performance.
Who knew that orange and seafood flavored sodas would cause ungodly stomach problems?
Everything seemed utterly static inside of the dank hotel room except for, ironically, the ticking down of a clock on a lone T.V. Odd. If it was supposed to be a trap then whoever had set this up wouldn't have put a huge sign notifying their target of their plan, would they? He wasn't exactly a tech expert so Katsumi had no way to verify, but taking unnecessary risks weren't exactly his gain. Sliding under the bed with both of his weapons at the ready, Katsumi stared intently as the numbers slowly approached zero. If hostiles came into the room he'd be ready for an ambush, though if there were any Espers he'd be in trouble. After all, a bottle of hairspray and electricity wouldn't exactly stop an Electromaster, would it? Still, this plan was better than nothing, keeping completely still and silent until the countdown reached it's end and then...
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A van. Yup. Somehow he'd gotten from some dingy hotel into the back of an even more dingy automobile. However they did it, whether it was noxious gas or an ability, whoever set this up had kidnapped him just like he'd first suspected. Not only that, his wepons from earlier had seemingly been confiscated, leaving him bare if things took a turn for the worse. Great. Naomi's going to kill me for loosing her taser. letting out a deep sigh and running a hand through his thick mane of hair,his assessment of the situation began. There were no restraints on his body, and even more unusual was the fact that there appeared to be others in the exact same predicament as he was. Now, Katsumi was no expert on abductions, but generally when one has captives they DON'T want them to do as they please, especially if they were Espers. Extrapolating from that tidbit of information, there were three possibilities. Either there were no harmful Espers present in the van, the group that had kidnapped them were fairly confident that they could subdue any uprising that occurred, or these people weren't hostile.
Scanning the rest of the room, it was mostly bare save for a television and a phone.There was nothing that he could work off of, so his only option was to patiently wait for something to occur. Phones and televisions weren't commonly left in the back of vehicles for no reason, so if he had to guess those would inform them of whatever was going on. Hopefully this was just a roundabout way of bringing him into Serpent, cause if not he'd be in some major trouble.
Naomi would most definitely kick his ass for getting abducted.
The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
Despite the last of the residents of the car remaining under the thick covers of sleep, the TV mounted at the front of the vehicle began to utter a low whine, it's blank screen flickering with a storm of static not unlike that which had danced across the one in the hotel room, before taking on a dark, dull green hue. Atop it, it a blazing green text, a message began to from across the screen, it's stark letters standing out strong and clear against the muted shade of it's background.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
GOOD MORNING,
FIRST, I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE ROUGH MANNER IN WHICH WE HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE. THERE ARE MANY SECURITY CONCERNS TO BE HAD IN BRINGING IN MEMBERS OFF THE STREET, AND TO APPEASE OUR HIGHER UPS IT WAS DEEMED NECESSARY THAT YOU NOT KNOW THE LOCATION OF THIS MEETING.
AGAIN, MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES. I ENSURE THAT YOU WILL BE BETTER TREATED IN THE FUTURE.
SECOND, I WOULD LIKE TO WELCOME YOU TO THIS MEETING.
YOU'VE ALL BEEN GATHERED HERE FOR THE SAME REASON, YOU'VE BEEN GATHERED AS PROSPECTIVE MEMBERS OF A SPECIAL TEAM BEING ASSEMBLED BY THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS. THIS TEAM, IS SERPENT. YOU'RE LIKELY WONDERING AS TO WHY EXACTLY YOU YOURSELF HAVE BEEN SELECTED, YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING WHY EXACTLY THIS TEAM HAS BEEN ASSEMBLED. THE ANSWERS ARE SIMPLE. SERPENT IS A GROUP THAT EXISTS TO PROTECT THIS CITY FROM THREATS BOTH INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL. SEVERAL INCIDENTS HAVE LED UP TO A POINT WHERE THE DIRECTORS HAVE DEEMED IT NECESSARY TO FROM ANOTHER FRONT, BEYOND ANTI-SKILL AND JUDGEMENT WITH WHICH TO DEFEND THE CITY.
THAT IS SERPENT.
YOU WILL WORK IN THE DARK, WHERE THE AXE OF ANTI-SKILL AND THE POWER OF JUDGEMENT CAN NOT REACH.
THIS IS ROLE THAT WE CAN NOT STRESS THE VITALITY OF ENOUGH.
BUT, YOU ARE STILL FREE TO LEAVE.
THE LOT OF YOU CAN NOT HOPE TO EXPOSE THIS OPERATION ON YOUR OWN.
IF, HOWEVER, YOU ARE INTERESTED IN THIS OFFER, PLEASE CHECK UNDER YOUR SEATS, LOCATED THERE WILL BE A MISSION SUMMARY. IT WILL DETAIL A NUMBER GOALS WE WOULD LIKE YOU TO FULFILL. THINK OF IT AS A TEST OF YOUR USEFULNESS TO THIS ORGANIZATION.
JUST KNOW, THAT AFTER MEETING THEM, WE WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO PERMIT YOU TO LEAVE THIS ORGANIZATION.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The documents underneath your seats would contain the following, printed in a harsh, black typewriter font.
Mission Summary: Recently, there have been a number of attacks on Academy City and the facilities held within. Among these is Hasmond Flora, a company specializing in the engineering of biologically improved plant-life, through the combination of both new and old plant genes. One week ago, their primary facility was broken into and set ablaze. Those behind this attack have yet to be caught. As such, we would like you to investigate this incident. Contained within the glove box of this vehicle are a number of false IDs, these should provide you with access to the majority of Hasmond Flora's facilities, and deal with any Anti-Skill or Judgement operatives who may deem your activities as suspicious.
This transport will deliver you to Hasmond Flora as soon as the keys in the ignition are turned.
We wish you luck.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
GOOD MORNING,
FIRST, I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE ROUGH MANNER IN WHICH WE HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE. THERE ARE MANY SECURITY CONCERNS TO BE HAD IN BRINGING IN MEMBERS OFF THE STREET, AND TO APPEASE OUR HIGHER UPS IT WAS DEEMED NECESSARY THAT YOU NOT KNOW THE LOCATION OF THIS MEETING.
AGAIN, MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES. I ENSURE THAT YOU WILL BE BETTER TREATED IN THE FUTURE.
SECOND, I WOULD LIKE TO WELCOME YOU TO THIS MEETING.
YOU'VE ALL BEEN GATHERED HERE FOR THE SAME REASON, YOU'VE BEEN GATHERED AS PROSPECTIVE MEMBERS OF A SPECIAL TEAM BEING ASSEMBLED BY THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS. THIS TEAM, IS SERPENT. YOU'RE LIKELY WONDERING AS TO WHY EXACTLY YOU YOURSELF HAVE BEEN SELECTED, YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING WHY EXACTLY THIS TEAM HAS BEEN ASSEMBLED. THE ANSWERS ARE SIMPLE. SERPENT IS A GROUP THAT EXISTS TO PROTECT THIS CITY FROM THREATS BOTH INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL. SEVERAL INCIDENTS HAVE LED UP TO A POINT WHERE THE DIRECTORS HAVE DEEMED IT NECESSARY TO FROM ANOTHER FRONT, BEYOND ANTI-SKILL AND JUDGEMENT WITH WHICH TO DEFEND THE CITY.
THAT IS SERPENT.
YOU WILL WORK IN THE DARK, WHERE THE AXE OF ANTI-SKILL AND THE POWER OF JUDGEMENT CAN NOT REACH.
THIS IS ROLE THAT WE CAN NOT STRESS THE VITALITY OF ENOUGH.
BUT, YOU ARE STILL FREE TO LEAVE.
THE LOT OF YOU CAN NOT HOPE TO EXPOSE THIS OPERATION ON YOUR OWN.
IF, HOWEVER, YOU ARE INTERESTED IN THIS OFFER, PLEASE CHECK UNDER YOUR SEATS, LOCATED THERE WILL BE A MISSION SUMMARY. IT WILL DETAIL A NUMBER GOALS WE WOULD LIKE YOU TO FULFILL. THINK OF IT AS A TEST OF YOUR USEFULNESS TO THIS ORGANIZATION.
JUST KNOW, THAT AFTER MEETING THEM, WE WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO PERMIT YOU TO LEAVE THIS ORGANIZATION.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The documents underneath your seats would contain the following, printed in a harsh, black typewriter font.
Mission Summary: Recently, there have been a number of attacks on Academy City and the facilities held within. Among these is Hasmond Flora, a company specializing in the engineering of biologically improved plant-life, through the combination of both new and old plant genes. One week ago, their primary facility was broken into and set ablaze. Those behind this attack have yet to be caught. As such, we would like you to investigate this incident. Contained within the glove box of this vehicle are a number of false IDs, these should provide you with access to the majority of Hasmond Flora's facilities, and deal with any Anti-Skill or Judgement operatives who may deem your activities as suspicious.
This transport will deliver you to Hasmond Flora as soon as the keys in the ignition are turned.
We wish you luck.
NeoLeaf
Optimistic Dictator & Intermediate Story Teller
Daniel felt a small pocket of heat focusing around the area of his heart. The boy dropped the mission briefing onto his lap, leaned forward and threw himself back into his seat. He shook his head side by side and he made an annoyed face. Daniel is building a sentence in front of him to better understand the situation: People blew up a place filled with plants. Why? Daniel let go of the mission log and grabbed the sides of his head. Why did they do that? Why did it have to be that? Why did this happen? For what purpose did this happen? Researching plants and all sorts of other flora brings biometric advancements, medical breakthroughs, colonization to other planetary bodies and so on. It has more pros than it has cons so why?
A gush of hot air blew from his nostrils as he pressed his teeth together and flexed his hands. If he ever catches these fellows, he'll bring out the cruelty that he has in store for these bastards. He's angry enough to get started. Daniel lowed his arms from his head and folded them together in front of his chest.
"I.D please?" He pointed with his finger forward to the next alignment of seats. The boy sat at the back of the van and can't get his fake identification card from his location. The very least one could do is be a dick and throw the I.d card at him.
"I'll take part of this, uh, investigation."
A gush of hot air blew from his nostrils as he pressed his teeth together and flexed his hands. If he ever catches these fellows, he'll bring out the cruelty that he has in store for these bastards. He's angry enough to get started. Daniel lowed his arms from his head and folded them together in front of his chest.
"I.D please?" He pointed with his finger forward to the next alignment of seats. The boy sat at the back of the van and can't get his fake identification card from his location. The very least one could do is be a dick and throw the I.d card at him.
"I'll take part of this, uh, investigation."
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cojemo
2000 IQ Killjoy Detective
As the television at the front began to scroll text across its darkened screen, Katsumi let out a sigh of relief. Good, it seemed that this was the best case scenario he'd earlier guessed at. It made sense to want to keep the location of the meeting and identity of those in charge a secret, so there were absolutely he had absolutely no problems with this. Heck, if anything he was glad for this kidnapping, otherwise this organization may have appeared like a random citizens hopeful project while not having a clue about the reality of the world. Still, disappointment was still present in the form of his missing taser. Did they really need to take it if they were just going to make him work for them? Ah, that didn't matter too much anyways. The most likely scenario was that they'd give it back as soon as he proved his loyalty to them.That certainly wasn't an issue, considering the boy had no intentions of backing out of this. His entire motivation was to help those who need it and possibly find the orphans that disappeared so long ago, and working with SERPENT, no mater how dangerous or difficult, had a decent chance of accomplishing both tasks.
Whatever the first task would be couldn't be too difficult, could it? Easing in a new team seemed most logical. Or, perhaps, it would be almost impossible, testing the groups limits as to make sure SERPENT only has the absolute best. Well, there was only one way to find out. Rolling his stiff neck and stretching his limbs, Katsumi reached under his chair and grasped hold of the documents mentioned, and after quickly scanning over the typed lettering a subtle, satisfied smirk grew across his face. A simple investigation mission, Though nothing like this, Katsumi wasn't new to snooping around where he didn't belong, so having identification that would get him off the hook seemed extremely refreshing. Still, he doubted this mission would be as simple as it seemed. After all, he was pretty sure SERPENT was no kiddie party. He'd simply need to be extra careful.
However, he was quickly reminded that it wasn't only him embarking on this investigation as a darker skinned boy in the back row with himself started shaking wildly. The hell was this? The boys first instinct was to assume it was a seizure, but judging by the fact that it ended so fast the reality was likely much worse; a temper tantrum. Great, this is just perfect. Katsumi had no idea what set the boy off, and frankly he didn't care. All that mattered was if he could perform when needed to, and by the small show he'd witnessed he definitely had his doubts. What about the rest of his team? Would they be of any use on the mission? Would they even stick around?
Well, there was no use in waiting, but the boy was sort of forced to do so. Sure, Katsumi could wedge, squirm, and climb over those in front of him to reach the glovebox, but that seemed awfully inefficient. Instead, he decided to take charge of the situation, speaking up in a more assertive voice. "Yeah, someone in the front row get a move on and grab the I.D cards and hand them out to everyone here. Once that's done and everyone is ready you can turn the keys and we'll begin." Taking a short breather, he extended his hand out towards all of the occupants of the vehicle as he obviously asked for a handshake from anyone who would provide. "I'm Katsumi Norio, and whoever else is participating should introduce themselves as well. Would make things that much easier."
Whatever the first task would be couldn't be too difficult, could it? Easing in a new team seemed most logical. Or, perhaps, it would be almost impossible, testing the groups limits as to make sure SERPENT only has the absolute best. Well, there was only one way to find out. Rolling his stiff neck and stretching his limbs, Katsumi reached under his chair and grasped hold of the documents mentioned, and after quickly scanning over the typed lettering a subtle, satisfied smirk grew across his face. A simple investigation mission, Though nothing like this, Katsumi wasn't new to snooping around where he didn't belong, so having identification that would get him off the hook seemed extremely refreshing. Still, he doubted this mission would be as simple as it seemed. After all, he was pretty sure SERPENT was no kiddie party. He'd simply need to be extra careful.
However, he was quickly reminded that it wasn't only him embarking on this investigation as a darker skinned boy in the back row with himself started shaking wildly. The hell was this? The boys first instinct was to assume it was a seizure, but judging by the fact that it ended so fast the reality was likely much worse; a temper tantrum. Great, this is just perfect. Katsumi had no idea what set the boy off, and frankly he didn't care. All that mattered was if he could perform when needed to, and by the small show he'd witnessed he definitely had his doubts. What about the rest of his team? Would they be of any use on the mission? Would they even stick around?
Well, there was no use in waiting, but the boy was sort of forced to do so. Sure, Katsumi could wedge, squirm, and climb over those in front of him to reach the glovebox, but that seemed awfully inefficient. Instead, he decided to take charge of the situation, speaking up in a more assertive voice. "Yeah, someone in the front row get a move on and grab the I.D cards and hand them out to everyone here. Once that's done and everyone is ready you can turn the keys and we'll begin." Taking a short breather, he extended his hand out towards all of the occupants of the vehicle as he obviously asked for a handshake from anyone who would provide. "I'm Katsumi Norio, and whoever else is participating should introduce themselves as well. Would make things that much easier."
simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
“We will no longer be able to permit you to leave the organisation.” Terumi echoed the last words of the message displayed on the screen, before descending into silence to assess these words. It seemed hardly fair, that they would put such a tasty morsel on the table, a chance to further her reputation in the Esper world, and then force her to pay for the rest of the five course meal that she didn’t want. She opened her mouth to interject and say something, but decided against it. Instead, she did as the others probably did, and reached under her seat for the documents and scanned through them, slowly. There was no rush. Even if she speed-read the contents, there was nowhere that they would go until their captors, this group of ‘directors’, gave them the green light. She had only reached the part which went ‘One week ago’ before the boy with short dreadlocks beside her began to exhale, very hard, from his nostrils, and was generally being quite, animated. Terumi kept her mouth shut. There was a time for calling shit kids shit kids, and now wasn’t the time to do that. Interpersonal relationships should be kept apart from work, and this was work. She simply rolled her eyes and continued reading the briefing.
She had not even started on ‘This transport will…’ before the same boy talked, demanding for the fake I.D.s and offered to take part of the investigation. Terumi attempted to brush his half-hearted demands aside, to finish reading the document in her hands, but was soon interrupted yet again, this time, by the one with the luxurious mane of dark hair. He seemed to think he was in charge, that he was the leader by unanimous decision. That having been said, she didn't vote for him, so why was it that he was trying to look like he owned the place? Again, Terumi did not say anything. She had no information on these people, and there was simply no way to force them under her foot. If they had their phones with them, or any small device that held their personal information, then maybe...
She allowed herself a small smirk, but it vanished as soon as it had appeared, reverting back to her usual scowl. "Komatsuzaki. Komatsuzaki Terumi," she answered the boy with the lion's mane for hair, and reclined back on her seat, careful to sidle away from the other boy with dreadlocks, and made sure to keep all her body parts at least an inch away from him as well. She placed the document on her lap, and ran a solitary finger down her auburn hair. "I know we're all very enthusiastic about our situation," she gave a pointed look to the bespectacled boy with the dreadlocks again, "but we should at the very least assess what has been presented to us. Here are the facts as I see them: we will be operating as an individual organisation, apart from our best buddies in Anti-Skill and Judgement, which means they won't be able to help us in any way if shit is metaphorically placed on the fan. Along with that, once we accept this little shindig, there's no backing off. A rather good proposition, but one with risks as any other good propositions will have." Terumi gave a half-hearted smile, made only even less exuberant by her tired eyes. "Before you ask, I am 'in', as you say, but only for personal amelioration." She folded her arms, and lowered her head, and returned back to silence.
She had not even started on ‘This transport will…’ before the same boy talked, demanding for the fake I.D.s and offered to take part of the investigation. Terumi attempted to brush his half-hearted demands aside, to finish reading the document in her hands, but was soon interrupted yet again, this time, by the one with the luxurious mane of dark hair. He seemed to think he was in charge, that he was the leader by unanimous decision. That having been said, she didn't vote for him, so why was it that he was trying to look like he owned the place? Again, Terumi did not say anything. She had no information on these people, and there was simply no way to force them under her foot. If they had their phones with them, or any small device that held their personal information, then maybe...
She allowed herself a small smirk, but it vanished as soon as it had appeared, reverting back to her usual scowl. "Komatsuzaki. Komatsuzaki Terumi," she answered the boy with the lion's mane for hair, and reclined back on her seat, careful to sidle away from the other boy with dreadlocks, and made sure to keep all her body parts at least an inch away from him as well. She placed the document on her lap, and ran a solitary finger down her auburn hair. "I know we're all very enthusiastic about our situation," she gave a pointed look to the bespectacled boy with the dreadlocks again, "but we should at the very least assess what has been presented to us. Here are the facts as I see them: we will be operating as an individual organisation, apart from our best buddies in Anti-Skill and Judgement, which means they won't be able to help us in any way if shit is metaphorically placed on the fan. Along with that, once we accept this little shindig, there's no backing off. A rather good proposition, but one with risks as any other good propositions will have." Terumi gave a half-hearted smile, made only even less exuberant by her tired eyes. "Before you ask, I am 'in', as you say, but only for personal amelioration." She folded her arms, and lowered her head, and returned back to silence.
Burberry Preserves
The Last Straw
A bright light pierced the thin skin of Baek's eyelids, causing him to involuntarily squeeze them shut harder. Ah... if anyone had been watching then... then... his sleeping cover... was blown... He decided to abandon pretense, opening his dull black eyes to read the blazing green message that appeared on the dark television screen. Baek ran the message over in his mind, analyzing the bits and pieces of it. Good morning? So they had been unconscious for quite a while... The speaker of the message, at least, seemed polite. A mannerful superior was always a nice bonus, though it did not necessarily mean that they were a good person...
That was assuming that Baek would join SERPENT. It was still part of the Dark Side of Academy City, and thus, a major pain in the ass... Especially since he was just a grunt right now. A promotion to be a member of a special team seemed... inconceivable. But... the message implied that he could protect the City even better as a member of SERPENT. So he had to. To deny a chance like this, to defend the Academy, would be something akin to heresy! Baek wouldn't... couldn't... be able to live with himself if he allowed the City to be threatened. He'd rather die; he'd be useful this way. The Freshmen wouldn't miss him at all.
Baek took a quick glance around the van, shrinking in on himself as he saw the grumpy looking girl, an angry boy with dreadlocks, and a calm looking man with a luxurious black mane in the back. Sitting in the front with him was a tan man with bleached (or was it natural?) hair and one other person... To calm himself down, Baek quickly ran through several pressure formulas to ease the stress he felt at the moment. Reaching underneath his seat, he pulled out the document and opened it quietly and carefully on his lap. Baek kept his head down so as to not attract the attention of the others'. He listened intently to their conversation, content with being out of the limelight. Hasmond Flora... huh... so their names were Katsumi Norio and Komatsuzaki Terumi...
Sighing quietly to himself, Baek reached over to the glovebox of the van and opened it. He flipped through them, and spied an I.D. with his face on it. Baek examined the small card carefully as he silently held the three fake I.D cards of the people in the back over the backs of the seat and passed the two fake I.D. cards to the people sitting in the front seat with him. If they didn't take them, then he was going to drop them on the floor. Then they'd have to expend effort to pick them up. My new fake name is Itoshiki Mikoto... Now that he thought about it... Should he... introduce himself? He didn't want to. He felt uncomfortable. He wanted to be in his room, instead of this dark, stuffy van.
That was assuming that Baek would join SERPENT. It was still part of the Dark Side of Academy City, and thus, a major pain in the ass... Especially since he was just a grunt right now. A promotion to be a member of a special team seemed... inconceivable. But... the message implied that he could protect the City even better as a member of SERPENT. So he had to. To deny a chance like this, to defend the Academy, would be something akin to heresy! Baek wouldn't... couldn't... be able to live with himself if he allowed the City to be threatened. He'd rather die; he'd be useful this way. The Freshmen wouldn't miss him at all.
Baek took a quick glance around the van, shrinking in on himself as he saw the grumpy looking girl, an angry boy with dreadlocks, and a calm looking man with a luxurious black mane in the back. Sitting in the front with him was a tan man with bleached (or was it natural?) hair and one other person... To calm himself down, Baek quickly ran through several pressure formulas to ease the stress he felt at the moment. Reaching underneath his seat, he pulled out the document and opened it quietly and carefully on his lap. Baek kept his head down so as to not attract the attention of the others'. He listened intently to their conversation, content with being out of the limelight. Hasmond Flora... huh... so their names were Katsumi Norio and Komatsuzaki Terumi...
Sighing quietly to himself, Baek reached over to the glovebox of the van and opened it. He flipped through them, and spied an I.D. with his face on it. Baek examined the small card carefully as he silently held the three fake I.D cards of the people in the back over the backs of the seat and passed the two fake I.D. cards to the people sitting in the front seat with him. If they didn't take them, then he was going to drop them on the floor. Then they'd have to expend effort to pick them up. My new fake name is Itoshiki Mikoto... Now that he thought about it... Should he... introduce himself? He didn't want to. He felt uncomfortable. He wanted to be in his room, instead of this dark, stuffy van.
Bob Brawler
Riddle Me this
When the screen turned on, Stacy was paying full attention. Not for the cause of spotting anything irregular, but simply that this situation was somewhat unreasonable. When the screen turned off, he reached down picking up the mission briefing, if you can call it that... The information was lacking, what did they expect this group to achieve, Of course Stacy knew that he was in academy city, where the teenagers were exceptional with their Esper abilities. But still he had his concerns, and until he had met someone higher up in this organisation he had no way of sounding them.
At this point paying no attention to the overly exited dark skinned boy, he was instead listening to the other two talking, a well dressed dark haired boy, and another short, baggy eyed girl. and after noticing that anyone has yet to shake the youngster's hand, In a show of courtesy (And not to leave the kid hanging.) he grabbed his hand finally sounding himself "It's nice to meet you, My name is..." he paused for a moment, preferring not to reveal his first name to this new group "Call me Caito." he said it as the Japanese sounding name Kaito.
Now being the other person in the front of the van, he moved and sat in the driver seat, saying "As I understand most of you are going through with this, your reasoning is none of my concern. and if anyone wants to leave now is the chance. BUT! Not to sound like a total ass to those who do stay, You're all still kids. Which for I ask, if it would be okay with all of you if I lead this team for now? until an official one is chosen" With a deep sigh he followed with "If you all stay I can turn the keys and we can start this..." He said mockingly "... Operation" Right now his front as an actual responsible adult was set... Or so he hoped.
Then giving a glimpse at the still sleeping boy, He was posing a problem. How would they deal with him. They can't just throw him out of the van and drive off, and they can't take him with them until they heard him say that he accepts. Stacy was tired and too hungry to deal with all of this... so he did nothing about it.
At this point paying no attention to the overly exited dark skinned boy, he was instead listening to the other two talking, a well dressed dark haired boy, and another short, baggy eyed girl. and after noticing that anyone has yet to shake the youngster's hand, In a show of courtesy (And not to leave the kid hanging.) he grabbed his hand finally sounding himself "It's nice to meet you, My name is..." he paused for a moment, preferring not to reveal his first name to this new group "Call me Caito." he said it as the Japanese sounding name Kaito.
Now being the other person in the front of the van, he moved and sat in the driver seat, saying "As I understand most of you are going through with this, your reasoning is none of my concern. and if anyone wants to leave now is the chance. BUT! Not to sound like a total ass to those who do stay, You're all still kids. Which for I ask, if it would be okay with all of you if I lead this team for now? until an official one is chosen" With a deep sigh he followed with "If you all stay I can turn the keys and we can start this..." He said mockingly "... Operation" Right now his front as an actual responsible adult was set... Or so he hoped.
Then giving a glimpse at the still sleeping boy, He was posing a problem. How would they deal with him. They can't just throw him out of the van and drive off, and they can't take him with them until they heard him say that he accepts. Stacy was tired and too hungry to deal with all of this... so he did nothing about it.
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The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
Attached to the key in the ignition of the vehicle, the dark skinned man who'd seemingly designated himself as, or at least attempted to designate himself as the leader of the group would notice a small, folded up square of paper. If unfurled, he'd find scrawled across the following, in a large, hastily written font.
hey there
just your buddy, or, future buddy writing you a note
because i think the higher ups will forget to mention this
if any of you happen to not wake up before, say, that message that slapped up on the television ends, do me a favor and dump them out one of the doors. if they can't shake this off within a few hours then they probably aren't cut out for the job.
oh and don't worry about them, i'll get someone to pick them and take them home
good luck on your mission too
kindly,
your penpal
hey there
just your buddy, or, future buddy writing you a note
because i think the higher ups will forget to mention this
if any of you happen to not wake up before, say, that message that slapped up on the television ends, do me a favor and dump them out one of the doors. if they can't shake this off within a few hours then they probably aren't cut out for the job.
oh and don't worry about them, i'll get someone to pick them and take them home
good luck on your mission too
kindly,
your penpal
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Bob Brawler
Riddle Me this
After a few moments of awkward silent, staring, He sat back in the driver seat with a sigh. Looking at the key he saw the piece of paper and read it, He followed with another sigh. Putting his hand on his forehead as if having a headache. Without looking back at the group he said with his real cold voice "Hey, read this.." he then threw the piece of paper to the back blindly, "... we are disposable. like that kid... whoever is closest to him just open the door and drop him off." without waiting for a response he opened his mouth again, saying "Yeah, no... Forget what i said about "Leading" you kids. was trying to act like an adult, but if the big boys don't care, why should i." Stacy is not a hero and doesn't want to be. Maybe there were times, when saving people were fun. but back then he had a life and something to care for. those times are over. "I'm just a bodyguard, you kids do the investigating and ill just... guard."
Sitting in the comfy driver seat, he drifted off. not completely he still felt some interest in hearing what the others would think of the situation. He still cared to a degree. it was still a job.
Sitting in the comfy driver seat, he drifted off. not completely he still felt some interest in hearing what the others would think of the situation. He still cared to a degree. it was still a job.
NeoLeaf
Optimistic Dictator & Intermediate Story Teller
"Hum..." Daniel replied.
The boy rose up from his seat, grabbed the edge and pulled himself over to the unconscious white haired male. He pushed his glass against his nose and edged closer to the young man's pale face. He grabbed the young man's right nipple, pinched the useless organ between his bird and index finger, turned his palm and began to twist it pretty hard. Nothing happened. irritated the boy bit the man's ear with his canines - no reaction. Daniel pouted and threw himself over to sit in the central seat.
The boy's eyes narrow in an angry face and glanced over to the car door.
BAM! The white haired young man was launched from the car. The American boy had proceeded to donkey kick the man in the face and won through it a small ounce of satisfaction. He slammed the door shut and sat where the white haired young man had sat. Angry eyed and frowning he turned towards the other white haired adult calling himself Caito.
"Can we go now?"
The boy rose up from his seat, grabbed the edge and pulled himself over to the unconscious white haired male. He pushed his glass against his nose and edged closer to the young man's pale face. He grabbed the young man's right nipple, pinched the useless organ between his bird and index finger, turned his palm and began to twist it pretty hard. Nothing happened. irritated the boy bit the man's ear with his canines - no reaction. Daniel pouted and threw himself over to sit in the central seat.
The boy's eyes narrow in an angry face and glanced over to the car door.
BAM! The white haired young man was launched from the car. The American boy had proceeded to donkey kick the man in the face and won through it a small ounce of satisfaction. He slammed the door shut and sat where the white haired young man had sat. Angry eyed and frowning he turned towards the other white haired adult calling himself Caito.
"Can we go now?"
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Bob Brawler
Riddle Me this
At the first sound of ruckus in the back Stacy glanced at the dark skinned boy through the rear view mirror only to see a... a... *Ehm* something that can only be described as a teenager acting as if raised by animals.
A bit amused trying to contain his composure, He looked back with a bit grin saying "Yeah whatever, But first, how about the rest of you also make an introduction. I want to know who ill be maybe risking my life to.." Again with a mocking tone in his voice he said "... Guard, then we can start and go to our Mission."
looking around the van he turned his attention towards the Red haired Baggy eyed gril (not a typo
) (@simj22 ) "You there, Redhead. Why don't you go first. you sounded like a reasonable person." You cou.
(P.S - Sorry its short)
A bit amused trying to contain his composure, He looked back with a bit grin saying "Yeah whatever, But first, how about the rest of you also make an introduction. I want to know who ill be maybe risking my life to.." Again with a mocking tone in his voice he said "... Guard, then we can start and go to our Mission."
looking around the van he turned his attention towards the Red haired Baggy eyed gril (not a typo
) (@simj22 ) "You there, Redhead. Why don't you go first. you sounded like a reasonable person." You cou.(P.S - Sorry its short)
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cojemo
2000 IQ Killjoy Detective
Taking his I.D from the boy dishing them out, Katsumi sat back and listened as he silently judged who would be his teammates for this mission. The lone girl seemed rather reasonable, if not prone to speaking redundancies. After all, why would she even bother summarizing their situation when anyone with half a brain cell should know what they were getting into? Maybe she was just trying to sound smart to those who didn't know better, in which case she could possibly be a pain to deal with. Still, as long as she got the job done he didn't care. That was more than he could say about the other two who had spoken that's for sure. He'd already given his evaluation on dark-skinned and dread-locked, but out of everyone he could already feel himself barely able to stand who was supposed to be the 'adult' of the group. Proclaiming himself to be the leader only to back down because of some childish excuse; Katsumi always said that age was no indicator for how mature a person was, and if he could think of an example at that very moment then this Caito would be it.
Funny. The only people he didn't have some negative opinion towards were the two kids who hadn't opened their mouths. Hopefully that wouldn't change when that eventually changed.
Suddenly, rambunctious teen who had previously thrown a temper tantrum threw the still unconscious boy out of the van with force that was highly unnecessary. Dumping the boy wasn't a problem, but risking harm onto someone else for no reason were the actions of a careless fool. Remaining calm, Katsumi sighed internally. SERPENT just had to make his job that much harder, didn't they? The mission hadn't even begun and he already was certain he'd have to do double the work to make up for this obvious hindrance to the team.
It wasn't until the older white haired male spoke again that Katsumi decided to interject. "How about we get these introductions done at a later date and get going." The boy now had his arms crossed impatiently, though he somehow managed to keep a composed expression despite the frustration he felt welling up inside. Ticking off anyone he was going to have to work with early on had no immediate benefits, and since no one else seemed suited then he'd just have to be the person to take the helm. "All we need to know right now is each others real and fabricated names so communication isn't complicated. First we learn to work together during this operation, then we learn to like each other. So, if you don't mind Caito, could you either turn that key or move out of the way so I can do so instead?"
Funny. The only people he didn't have some negative opinion towards were the two kids who hadn't opened their mouths. Hopefully that wouldn't change when that eventually changed.
Suddenly, rambunctious teen who had previously thrown a temper tantrum threw the still unconscious boy out of the van with force that was highly unnecessary. Dumping the boy wasn't a problem, but risking harm onto someone else for no reason were the actions of a careless fool. Remaining calm, Katsumi sighed internally. SERPENT just had to make his job that much harder, didn't they? The mission hadn't even begun and he already was certain he'd have to do double the work to make up for this obvious hindrance to the team.
It wasn't until the older white haired male spoke again that Katsumi decided to interject. "How about we get these introductions done at a later date and get going." The boy now had his arms crossed impatiently, though he somehow managed to keep a composed expression despite the frustration he felt welling up inside. Ticking off anyone he was going to have to work with early on had no immediate benefits, and since no one else seemed suited then he'd just have to be the person to take the helm. "All we need to know right now is each others real and fabricated names so communication isn't complicated. First we learn to work together during this operation, then we learn to like each other. So, if you don't mind Caito, could you either turn that key or move out of the way so I can do so instead?"
Bob Brawler
Riddle Me this
Stacy wasn't happy with the way he dealt with things up until now. Its given that now he seems untrustworthy to his "Mates" but it was not the issue. The issue was that some of them seemed to take the situation lightly, as if it is a game. But things are never as they seem. evidently, the note and the mysterious man behind it. Like he said before, They were still kids and he was the so called "Adult" but he finally realized. It's not his place to watch over them because they are young, but because they would be his teammates. "would" is the key word, Since how can he trust someone he knows nothing about. Stacy knew better than to "Trust" an unknown. Trust is being a loose word, but then again, That's why he suggested doing the introduction. just to get to know them better, even if it appears to be irrelevant. If it helps to ease up the tension it served its purposes and they would be able to move on. but all he did up until now only deteriorated the situation. and what followed after, did not help one bit.
Constantly getting ignored would annoy most people, But Stacy is not one to stick to the little things.
Stacy remained impassive, And after hearing out what Katsumi said he took a deep sigh turning his whole body facing the rest of them. An uncomfortable position. but one seemed necessary at the moment. Dropping the act, no longer being fake. His hands clear right in front of him where it's easy to see them, he simply sat there.
And with his blank eyes he said "Is that an order...? what will you do if I refuse to do either? will you make me?" Still a hollow look in his eyes, But the tone which he spoke in wasn't meant to aggravate, or put Katsumi in an uncomfortable situation. Those were all simple questions.
Constantly getting ignored would annoy most people, But Stacy is not one to stick to the little things.
Stacy remained impassive, And after hearing out what Katsumi said he took a deep sigh turning his whole body facing the rest of them. An uncomfortable position. but one seemed necessary at the moment. Dropping the act, no longer being fake. His hands clear right in front of him where it's easy to see them, he simply sat there.
And with his blank eyes he said "Is that an order...? what will you do if I refuse to do either? will you make me?" Still a hollow look in his eyes, But the tone which he spoke in wasn't meant to aggravate, or put Katsumi in an uncomfortable situation. Those were all simple questions.
Burberry Preserves
The Last Straw
Did that male... twist the other person's nipple? Was that what people did to wake up other people? Twist their nipples and bite their ears?!?! H-he thought that was supposed to be kinky and H-rated stuff, not what normal people did.... then again, this situation in itself wasn't exactly normal. Baek turned his attention to the other two, one acting belligerent and the other acting leader-ish...
.... G-guh, interacting with people was such a drag. Baek gazed impassively at the group, feeling uncomfortable at the rising tension among them. Oooh, what he wouldn't do to be back in his room... Not only that, they were all supposed to be teammates. This really was not starting off well, not at all... Maybe he should do something, just to proceed with the mission. The mission was the priority. Protecting Academy City was the priority. He had to put away all emotions and misgivings, and act. After all, it was just another task; shit, this job might not even involve killing! That was a plus for him. Getting blood out of clothes was... a pain. A major pain. Baek continued holding out the I.D. cards for the others to take them. Could he just throw the dumb cards at them...? Ugh, maybe they were just ignoring the cards... whatever... he'd just keep... holding them out or something...
Additionally, the operation needed to proceed at some point. Guess it was up to him to take the initiative... what a pain. These people were so difficult... especially the white-haired person, Caito. Baek took in a small, unhappy breath, and reached over the white-haired man to turn the key in the ignition. The van rumbled to life, and began moving with slight jars. Keeping his face empty and lifeless, Baek tilted his head towards Katsumi in greeting. His voice was quiet and soft, and as dead as his face appeared to be. "Baek... Morae... The fabricated name given to me is Itoshiki Mikoto. Let us proceed with the operation posthaste, new associates. I will presume that we will work together to a less-than adequate degree." He should say something to appear friendly. "Nevertheless, it is... nice...? To meet you all." Huff, social interaction... difficult... Wait, did he turn on the VCR to record Magicuru Macuro Macroon-tan~? Shit... For the sake of Academy City. For the sake of Academy City. For the sake of Academy City, he would endure this, this terrible experience.
.... G-guh, interacting with people was such a drag. Baek gazed impassively at the group, feeling uncomfortable at the rising tension among them. Oooh, what he wouldn't do to be back in his room... Not only that, they were all supposed to be teammates. This really was not starting off well, not at all... Maybe he should do something, just to proceed with the mission. The mission was the priority. Protecting Academy City was the priority. He had to put away all emotions and misgivings, and act. After all, it was just another task; shit, this job might not even involve killing! That was a plus for him. Getting blood out of clothes was... a pain. A major pain. Baek continued holding out the I.D. cards for the others to take them. Could he just throw the dumb cards at them...? Ugh, maybe they were just ignoring the cards... whatever... he'd just keep... holding them out or something...
Additionally, the operation needed to proceed at some point. Guess it was up to him to take the initiative... what a pain. These people were so difficult... especially the white-haired person, Caito. Baek took in a small, unhappy breath, and reached over the white-haired man to turn the key in the ignition. The van rumbled to life, and began moving with slight jars. Keeping his face empty and lifeless, Baek tilted his head towards Katsumi in greeting. His voice was quiet and soft, and as dead as his face appeared to be. "Baek... Morae... The fabricated name given to me is Itoshiki Mikoto. Let us proceed with the operation posthaste, new associates. I will presume that we will work together to a less-than adequate degree." He should say something to appear friendly. "Nevertheless, it is... nice...? To meet you all." Huff, social interaction... difficult... Wait, did he turn on the VCR to record Magicuru Macuro Macroon-tan~? Shit... For the sake of Academy City. For the sake of Academy City. For the sake of Academy City, he would endure this, this terrible experience.
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cojemo
2000 IQ Killjoy Detective
Though his expression remained unaltered,the boys patience was certainly being tested by the apparent adult of this rag-tag group that seemed less reliable as time went on. Seriously, as far as Katsumi was concerned this 'Caito' character could crawl into a hole and pass out for all he cared. This did call the selection methods of SERPENT into question though; why had everyone been selected? Was it based purely on their Esper abilities, or was there something more to it? Maybe each of them had something to gain out of this similar to himself. That would likely avoid the problem of having unfaithful recruits, so that option wasn't off the table. One thing was for sure though, and that was that it DEFINITELY wasn't based on their aptitude for such a task. Hell, with two of their members seeming highly incompetent and one of them being nullified due to his inability to wake up, doubts began to creep into the boys mind as to whether he'd be able to cover for all these issues.
Still, one issue needed to be tackled at a time. and right now it was the white haired mans attempt at wasting even more time. Not even bothering to humor the male, Katsumi simply let out a deep sigh and began to rise from his seat. If Caito wanted him to start the van himself then fine, no more minutes needed to tick by. However, as if some shining angel of sanity shone down upon the vehicle itself, the preciously silent boy reached over the troublesome adult and started the vehicle himself. Finally someone else fed up with this nonsense. A small grin crept upon his visage as he seated himself back down. This boy who had proclaimed himself as Baek seemed easy enough to work with. Straight to the point and smart enough to realize this group was a downhill operation. Not very tact with how he phrased things, but good enough.
"Thank you for that, I truly mean it." Katsumi smiled at Baek with what was his first showing of something other than his usual serious attitude during an important task. The boy couldn't help himself; he was just so relieved to be done with the SET UP for the mission. Even still, it didn't last long as he continued, the vans slight movements gently rocking him in his seat. "Anyways, I'll be going by Hiroki Hamamoto for this operation, and as such the rest of you should also get used to your assigned names. I hate the fact that I have to say this, but use some common sense once we arrive." Katsumi briefly glared at Caito before continue. "Don't act on your own or you risk screwing the whole operation over, don't take unnecessary risks, and DON'T act like a spoiled child. The mission seems simple enough on paper, but we can't be certain things will be that way once we begn. Everyone clear?"
Still, one issue needed to be tackled at a time. and right now it was the white haired mans attempt at wasting even more time. Not even bothering to humor the male, Katsumi simply let out a deep sigh and began to rise from his seat. If Caito wanted him to start the van himself then fine, no more minutes needed to tick by. However, as if some shining angel of sanity shone down upon the vehicle itself, the preciously silent boy reached over the troublesome adult and started the vehicle himself. Finally someone else fed up with this nonsense. A small grin crept upon his visage as he seated himself back down. This boy who had proclaimed himself as Baek seemed easy enough to work with. Straight to the point and smart enough to realize this group was a downhill operation. Not very tact with how he phrased things, but good enough.
"Thank you for that, I truly mean it." Katsumi smiled at Baek with what was his first showing of something other than his usual serious attitude during an important task. The boy couldn't help himself; he was just so relieved to be done with the SET UP for the mission. Even still, it didn't last long as he continued, the vans slight movements gently rocking him in his seat. "Anyways, I'll be going by Hiroki Hamamoto for this operation, and as such the rest of you should also get used to your assigned names. I hate the fact that I have to say this, but use some common sense once we arrive." Katsumi briefly glared at Caito before continue. "Don't act on your own or you risk screwing the whole operation over, don't take unnecessary risks, and DON'T act like a spoiled child. The mission seems simple enough on paper, but we can't be certain things will be that way once we begn. Everyone clear?"
Bob Brawler
Riddle Me this
Stacy meant everything he said, he had a hard time trusting this group, but he figured what's the worst that can happen. He was more than sure about his capability's. When Baek spoke Stacy let go of his initial questions. He thought to himself, sure why not, Might be more practical to get to know each other through actions and not words. And then Katsumi spoke again. "use some common sense," he said "Don't act on your own, don't take risks, Don't act like a spoiled child" he kept going. Maybe Stacy was out of the game for a while, but he was not an idiot. Back in the day he was not a simple bodyguard standing next to a person and looking mean. He was also helping out a private investigator that also worked for the company. He was not as smart as that guy he didn't know how to conduct a real investigation, but he knew how to act in those kinds of situations. and this was no different.
He fell back into his comfy driver's seat and reached out for his fake identification. "Vivian Andolini" he said out loud "That's my fake name... well, whatever is happening you can't say our employers don't have a sense of humor." Yeah, it's nice they gave him an Italian surname. But what's with Vivian... He already got used to being called Stacy which was a full out girls name, and now what?... They kept to the tradition?! Either way, he couldn't do anything about it so he just laid back drifting into a trance.
He fell back into his comfy driver's seat and reached out for his fake identification. "Vivian Andolini" he said out loud "That's my fake name... well, whatever is happening you can't say our employers don't have a sense of humor." Yeah, it's nice they gave him an Italian surname. But what's with Vivian... He already got used to being called Stacy which was a full out girls name, and now what?... They kept to the tradition?! Either way, he couldn't do anything about it so he just laid back drifting into a trance.
NeoLeaf
Optimistic Dictator & Intermediate Story Teller
"Will you drive?" Daniel grabbed edges of the backseat where the white haired ebony was sitting on where he attempted to shake it.
"Drive!" Daniel yelled.
"I don't care about names anymore. I don't give snot if you're Caito or you two over there Beak or Hamamoto!" He turned briefly towards the the boy in the back and the girl that sat beside him.
"Just drive! I can't take it anymore! I- urk! WE need to go check out what happened to that lab now!" Daniel finished shouting and dropped into his seat, crossing his arms and showing an impatient expression where he blew his lips, centered his brows and kept his frown.
"Drive!" Daniel yelled.
"I don't care about names anymore. I don't give snot if you're Caito or you two over there Beak or Hamamoto!" He turned briefly towards the the boy in the back and the girl that sat beside him.
"Just drive! I can't take it anymore! I- urk! WE need to go check out what happened to that lab now!" Daniel finished shouting and dropped into his seat, crossing his arms and showing an impatient expression where he blew his lips, centered his brows and kept his frown.
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simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
She watched as they shoved the still unconscious member out of the van, an unceremonious and quite rude exit to make, that was for sure. She would rather not have done the act herself. Fingerprints could be left everywhere all over the body, and should the poor sod decide to take it to the authorities, a simple scan of his clothings were bound to turn up with something. Leather held hand prints well, and in the dark, Terumi wasn't going to risk it. She turned her new identity over in her hands, barely registering the name 'Hitomi Toshigi' printed on it, with what seemed to be her face, freckled and framed by her amber locks, complete with her usual scowl, plastered on one side, as the van's occupants erupted into activity.
After a loud proclamation and demand given by one of her fellow occupants, Terumi decided she had enough of sitting back and trying to relax and let things take their toll. She had planned on doing so after the rest had dismissed her overview as a passing remark, but this was just getting out of hand. Her annoyance was peaking, especially with the one who had just spoken, the very same one who sat right next to her. She tapped her ID card experimentally, slipped it in her jeans, and sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers. With no small amount of derision in her tone, despite her low voice, she spoke, "The car is automated, dumbass. They never taught you how to read back in juvie? Sit down, calm down, and shut up, if you've nothing productive to contribute."
After a loud proclamation and demand given by one of her fellow occupants, Terumi decided she had enough of sitting back and trying to relax and let things take their toll. She had planned on doing so after the rest had dismissed her overview as a passing remark, but this was just getting out of hand. Her annoyance was peaking, especially with the one who had just spoken, the very same one who sat right next to her. She tapped her ID card experimentally, slipped it in her jeans, and sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers. With no small amount of derision in her tone, despite her low voice, she spoke, "The car is automated, dumbass. They never taught you how to read back in juvie? Sit down, calm down, and shut up, if you've nothing productive to contribute."
The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
Accompanied by the beeps and boops of the van's self-guidance system, the low thrum of the engine sounded throughout the car as Stacy activated the ignition. Moments later, the inconspicuous vehicle would be found leaving the old, rarely tread back-street upon which it lay, and weaving it's way though cousin's much the same, sticking to roads and alleys where it would be least likely to encounter some nosy pedestrian, or another observer less pleasant.
After an hour of travel through the weathered decrepidness of the back-streets of Academy City, the van would finally reach it's destination, a mere turn of a corner quickly contrasting the deary views of the trip, with the vibrant yellow of police tape. Behind it, the once stark white of the facility lay scorched a dirty, burnt black, now blending in with it's run-down surroundings as if it had lay in ruin for years, the only sign of it's former grandeur coming from the dark black 'HASMOND' sign sitting in front of it. Milling about it, a myriad of Anti-Skill officers were clearly visible, all either hunched over some potential clue, questioning the few staff that remained on site, or dealing with the paperwork that would always come hand-in-hand with an investigation like this. Over them, one particular pair of men could be heard over the hustle and bustle of the rest, one, donning the formal-wear expected of a scientist, yelling at the top of his lungs, barking the ear off the significantly quieter man who seemed to be assigned the role of interviewing the man.
So loud was their 'conversation' that it almost rendered the rest of the scene unnoticeable, stealing the attention away from the low buzz of the portable TV sets near the entrance of the building, and rendering the man silently filing through paperwork and transcripts only a few meters to the left practically invisible.
After an hour of travel through the weathered decrepidness of the back-streets of Academy City, the van would finally reach it's destination, a mere turn of a corner quickly contrasting the deary views of the trip, with the vibrant yellow of police tape. Behind it, the once stark white of the facility lay scorched a dirty, burnt black, now blending in with it's run-down surroundings as if it had lay in ruin for years, the only sign of it's former grandeur coming from the dark black 'HASMOND' sign sitting in front of it. Milling about it, a myriad of Anti-Skill officers were clearly visible, all either hunched over some potential clue, questioning the few staff that remained on site, or dealing with the paperwork that would always come hand-in-hand with an investigation like this. Over them, one particular pair of men could be heard over the hustle and bustle of the rest, one, donning the formal-wear expected of a scientist, yelling at the top of his lungs, barking the ear off the significantly quieter man who seemed to be assigned the role of interviewing the man.
So loud was their 'conversation' that it almost rendered the rest of the scene unnoticeable, stealing the attention away from the low buzz of the portable TV sets near the entrance of the building, and rendering the man silently filing through paperwork and transcripts only a few meters to the left practically invisible.
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