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[The One Eyed Bandit]

Under the ochre-stained moonlight, she stood, the subtle glow of the universe casting a gentle silhouette around her frame. From on high, she looked out upon the cityscape as a Queen did her kingdom. It was an ocean of stars, each point of light a solar system around which a life revolved. There were currents, tides, and then there were tsunamis. Infernos of crimson starlight that swept out across the blackened ocean, swallowing up the pinpoints of life that unlucky enough to be caught in its weight.

That sight which she watched over, so devastating and beautiful, was no doubt the work of something higher. For the moment she may have stood in its place, sat in its throne, but she could never see this scene as it did. This handiwork was not hers, its beauty one that she would never be able to ascribe to words, let alone action.

Aadia breathed a forlorn breath. Not a sigh, yet not a groan, something of resignation and admiration both.

Around her, there was an ocean within an ocean. Blackness within blackness, an inky contrast to the pyroclasm of life below. A warm wind, buffeted up from below, rustled through it gently. With it, life came, swelling up a tide of papery waves from within the ocean’s inky depths. Within them, something bubbled. A spot of life bloomed, carried up from the festival of light below, and into her solem domain. A sign. That it was time for her time dive, into darkness, out of the blackness, and into the chaotic light.

So, she dove. With the slightest of steps forward, her body lurched. The earth gave way, and she plummeted. Not over the edge that lay before her, but into the very concrete itself. The world cut away, stars shot as they became pathways which led her into the depths of their ocean. One moment, she was alone, isolated and above it all, and in the next she was in the thick of it.

Shouting and gunfire now filled the air. It was no longer that of light, but instead and artificial day. Here, the sun blazed all around them, crackling, hot, hungry and furious. Before she knew it, her feet had already begun to move. The thunder of footfall marched behind her, familiar and firm, her shadow and her ghost. With it, she was without concern, even amongst this ocean of raging starfire.

In that moment, they were as one, and behind them the night trailed. Inky and black, it spilled out, the oil to the flaming ocean’s water. It offered a safety. An escape from this hellish landscape, and back into the world of men and women. Through the whole night, they ran, slicing holes into the imposter-day. Lives were saved, villains were perished, and justice prevailed.

And then, from afar…

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Within a musky, high-rise office a pair of eyes fluttered. Sun streamed in through the blinds, and the faint chirping of songbirds seasoned the air beyond. It was morning.

Aadia rose from her seat, batted the sleep from her eyes, and straightened up her clothing as she did every morning. It had been another night spent burning the midnight oil, another rest found from within the comfort of her office chair. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d used a bed; this place had served as both her bedroom and workspace for years now.

A mirror hung on the wall, within which she regarded herself. She was not much for fashion, but her position did demand a certain tidiness. That aside, there was a rogue element or two to be involved in her duties for the day, and denying them whatever figurative balls of yarn she could was only prudent. Sparing a rare moment to fuss over herself, she reached for a brush she kept housed beneath her reflection. It was cheap, but after a handful of halfhearted runs, it had done its job well enough.

That would do.

She retrieved a heavy, leather coat from atop her bed-chair and donned it. As it fell over her shoulders and wrapped itself around her arms, the door opened with a soft click, and she paced down the hall. At some point, a laptop had found its way into her arms. Around her, apartment doors littered the walls. Until the previous day, they had been silent and dead, but now the rustling of life could be heard from within. Her expression wouldn’t tell it, but the half-silent noises of her new neighbors’ morning schedules calmed her heart, if only a bit.

Beyond this hallway, sat opposite to the elevators and fire escape, there was a conference room. Like the apartments it had sat under lock and key for the better part of the past two years, but it was now time for it to serve its purpose. A key clicked within a lock, and the door swung wide. The room was barren. A projector sat at its center, a screen within its crosshairs, and a procession of tables surrounding both, but it was clear just how unused the room was. It, at once, carried the chemical-rich scent of factory fresh furnishing, and the musty odor of long undisturbed dust. It was an unusual bouquet, but not one that she found unpleasant. It was like a hot drink on a cold day, or a sweet and sour sauce. Tantalizingly contrasting, she thought.

She inhaled deeply, but silently, and then got back to business. Her laptop was set atop a table and connected to the projector. The lights were dimmed, and a stack of papers found itself distributed around the tables. They were notes, mostly. Details relating to the briefing in which she was about to partake. Everything was in place.

Enjoying the cool, almost library-like atmosphere of the room for one last time, she doubled clicked a certain icon on her desktop. Around the floor, countless speakers primed themselves as they flared to life.

“Attention.” Distorted slightly by the speakers’ cheap make, Aadia’s voice flooded the floor. She spoke softly, as she ever did, but the volume of the speakers made it overwhelming all the same. “This is Agent Aa-” … “Agent Darnallson, speaking. I hope you all have had a good night’s rest, and are settling in well. Please make your way to the Sunlight Room. It is located at the very end of the hallway. We have a briefing. Thank you.”

Castello soggyparadise callisto Hanarei Colorless Spectrum cinnabuns Lucem simj26 Refaulted Rantos Life.

 

[Hanarei]

Lynn Kriegerr
Overseer​

Lynn's eyes had already opened with the arrival of morning waking up quite early as was a habit for her. Her light eyes glanced around in the dimly lit room seeming to take a second to adjust as she propped herself up, her white locks flowing down stopping just an inch past her shoulders. Despite the rather neutral expression she wasn't really groggy feeling feeling all things considered relatively good. She tended to be the type whose body seemed fine tuned to work perfectly at a certain time frame getting nearly the exact same degree of rest each night albiet perhaps less then one should though it didn't seem to hold a direct negative effect on her health.

She shifted on the bed getting up onto her feet standing 167 cm tall. She almost came off as if she was a little frail initially to most how she tended to dress though she was in relatively good shape. She at least spent some time to keep herself in shape each day even if she didn't tend to go anywhere near the level of an athlete might. It wasn't much of a fit for her general personality after all. She walked towards a nearby table, a chess board positioned with already several pieces moved around though it was relatifvely early in the game. She paused for a moment before reaching over grabbing one of the black knights moving it in an L shape pattern before shifting her attention to the white piece giving a moment pause to think before moving the pawn blocking her right bishop to the side up 1 space. She took a moment after her move before stepping away to get dressed.

When the announcement had went out Lynn had already been ready to head out, stepping out the door before the announcement even had finished. The woman lifted the hood of cloak up to cover her head looking out. It was something people found a little strange of her whether it was a hoodie or in this case a cloak but Lynn always preferred to cover her head in some fashion. It was a fragment of her childhood, something that had remained with her since she was young that gave her a sense of comfort even if the reasoning for it was faulty and she even knew it was such. She stepped out of her room acting immediately to head down wanting to get there as early as possible always the type to be punctual to meetings wanting to arrive before the crowd.

Stepping into the Sunlight room, Lynn glanced around briefly taking a moment longer then perhaps most to get a lay of the room. It was a thing she tended to do anywhere she wanted always liking to know the layout of places she visited. Her mind was incredibly resourceful when it came into taking in visuals and being able to recall them in such vivid detail on demand. It was something she had been good at since before she remembered, but when it came to training her quirk it only became that much more of a useful part of her skillset. She looked to see Aadia looking at her with gentle yet an almost hauntingly empty gaze.

"Good... mor...ning." She spoke emphasizing each portion out with a very brief pause between each syllable. It came off perhaps a bit more... odd then she intended. She wasn't very good at showing much emotion so attempting to be bright and cheerful wasn't something she exactly excelled at. She stepped forward finding a place for her to position herself at in some part to obsecure her own face away from others initially seeing it at least to a great degree upon just entering the room.


Interactions: The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Castello]

The crackles of metal and the exhaust from his lungs emerged from Marco's rooms. He huffed numbers to himself as he pumped iron over a bench, sweat now dripping down from his brow and creating a puddle on the floor. These groans could unfortunately be heard since five am most days and would not normally stop until Marco himself was once again snoring from tiring himself out. To the dismay of anyone under him, he usually started his routine with jumping jacks. Marco was on his last breathes, but upon Aadia's voice on the radio, he felt a second wind in his muscles. Her soft voice sung him a song and even despite it blaring over a machine it was enough to encourage him beyond. When the message was understood, Marco put everything down and made his way to the briefing room, he was not letting anyone get ahead of him!

Many would assume that Marco had an eternal grudge with doors, as if there was a personal vendetta, because whenever he entered them it was usually violently and accompanied by a loud noise. As a matter of fact, most of his pay cheque went into door repairs at this point. When he entered the room, his presence could instantly be felt and, well, heard with the slamming of the door shut.

"As usual Aadia, I am the first one her-" He paused himself, as he noticed the little white haired girl that had undermined him, who had cursed him to the bone. His embarrassment was apparent, a look of defeat shadowing his brow, his hand cupped his hair in absolute shame. 'This can't be happening, I cannot be second place.' The thought of samurai killing themselves whenever their honor had been breached had surfaced his mind, seppuku wasn't it? The thought of dying near Aadia was not a terrible one, but at the same time he had nothing on him that was nice and sharp. Then he pictured Aadia cleaning up after him, his blood and bodily gunk scored all over the floor, her tears mourning him. The thought made him more sick then being second place.

With a deep breath, his demeanor seemingly magically shifted to one that was utterly approachable and even charming, as if he was addressing his best friend. "Lynn! How diligent you are, I can't believe you beat me, I really envy that about you, you know?" He finished, that same undertone of anger returning as he finished his sentence. Despite his exasperation of being second place, he could not let Aadia notice, with another deep breath he was completely docile.

Interactions: Hanarei The One Eyed Bandit

 

[cinnabuns]

Interactions: The One Eyed Bandit , Hanarei , Castello ​

Ines had been up for hours.

One would think that at the age of twenty-six, she would have a handle on this whole cat quirk thing. Well, yes, she did understand her instincts and everything else that came along with her quirk, but sometimes said instincts would go against her usual behavior. This morning, for example, was one of those instincts coming into play; Ines loved to get a few hours extra rest until she was needed, but every few days, she would wake up early, before the sun, and would be wound up from the energy she'd built up over the night. Normal people, with normal cats, called this the "zoomies". Ines called it "utter bullshit".

So instead of curling up under her covers until Aadia called for the Division over the speakers as she usually did, Ines had finally - finally! - finished the Lethal License application she'd been trying to work on for months, but had been too busy to even give a second glance. Since she had started out in Crisis Management, she'd never needed the license, and Ines never expected that she would need it, since her main method for villains was subduing them. But, it was a good "just in case" sort of thing to have, just in case someone in the team was threatened. It never hurt to have it, especially if someone who had been in Enforcement - Marco or Immanuel, for example - weren't there to save the day. Or had been knocked unconscious. Ines didn't seem like the type to worry, but she still thought about it. She'd actually wanted to put this application in over a year ago, she thought to herself as she placed it in the proper receptacle. But now was better than never.

Ines then had gone up to the roof to check on her garden and to get some fresh air. It was much different, living in a sort of apartment building. She should have been used to it, since she'd been there working with Aadia and the others in the Division for two years, but truth be told, Ines was more comfortable, and somewhat missed, living in an actual home. She even missed waking up to her youngest sister climbing into bed with her. But, she had a job to do, and she was happy to do it. Plus, she was able to convince the residents in the building that a rooftop garden was a good idea to keep them healthy in the city.

When she'd told her mother about the greenhouse on the roof of the apartment building over tea, the older Sievete Vezeniye had let out a hearty laugh and made sure to give her some of her favorite plants and produce for her to grow on the roof. It felt like she had a little bit of home there, now. And it turned out that when she followed her mother's instructions, she was able to grow the seeds and get a great harvest - of course, that was something she'd never tell her mother, even though she had thought for many years that it was just the quirk on her mother's side that gave her mother and grandfather such talents with greenery.

Ines stayed up there until the sun had risen, making sure everything was watered, and doing a few exercises to release her energy, things that were more acceptable to do in the open than in a room. Mostly somersaults that might wake up a neighbor. Usually she didn't give a rat's ass about waking up someone else, but since she was already up here and wasn't going back to bed...she might as well take advantage of the moment and leave the others to their rest.

She came downstairs and took a quick shower, sliding on her suit. She'd sent it to the tailors recently to get refitted and mended after a recent mission, and, as per usual, their work was impeccable. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring how the suit was much more comfortable and easy to move around in. Ines had her usual friendly spat with the tailors for refusing to wear a "proper shirt" under her suit; if nothing revealing was showing, Ines failed to see what the problem was. They relented after the line for clients grew behind Ines, as they usually did, and Ines ported away after leaving money for her bill.

As she was looking at herself, putting her earrings in her ears, she heard the announcement from Aadia - oh, no, what was she calling herself now? Agent Darnallson? So formal. Why, because of the newer recruits who'd moved in this week? Eh. Ines herself had kept out of the way of the new recruits, waiting until their official meeting with Aadia, especially since she had come back from that mission earlier. No reason to show them a messed up suit as a first impression.

Ines checked her teeth, making sure she hadn't gotten anything in them before going intangible and porting to the Sunlight Room. She sat on the table, making sure to not sit on any of Aadia's papers, glancing at the members who were already in the room - Aadia and another woman. She...vaguely remembered the other's name. Linda? Lisa? Ines was about to speak to them when her ears twitched at the incoming tornado of strength that was Marco, opening and slamming the door shut in an on-brand manner. Ines was amused as she noted how crestfallen Marco appeared to be when he realized someone had gotten here before him, and she couldn't help but let out a mirth-filled laugh when he changed his tune to speak to the other woman for Aadia's sake.

Since her gig was up with that bit of laughter, Ines moved off the table and became visible once more as she sat properly in a seat. "There's always tomorrow, Marco." She said to the blond-haired man, amusement still written all over her face, before she spoke to everyone present. "Good morning, by the way, my beautiful people. How are we feeling this morning?"

It was obvious she wasn't trying to tease Marco that badly, maybe even trying to get his hopes up. Ines was also just saying a fact; even if he hadn't made it here first today, he could always try again tomorrow, something she was sure he would do even without her saying so prior. There was no point in focusing on the past in a negative way, and Ines had a feeling that he was, in the back of his mind, doing so for not getting here first, even more than he'd let slip as he noticed the white-haired lady. There was no need to tease him now when she could do so later, after all.

They had all day, and possible new recruits to meet. Now that Ines was here, she had to admit her curiosity was piqued.

 

[Refaulted]

Immanuel Größel
Steampunch​

The faint sounds of the radio next to him on his nightstand was what began to pull Immanuel from his light sleep. He blinked a couple times as he stared at the small device that was spewing out information on the traffic and the weather for the day, and he raised an arm that had fallen over the side of his bed to reach out to it. He had no problem reaching it, and cupped one large hand over it, trying to press the power button on it somehow. He finally settled on grabbing the volume switch and turning it down to the point where it could barely be heard, and allowed his arm to fall back down as he groaned, burying his face back into his pillow for a few more minutes, wishing sleep could overtake him again.

As the minutes went by with no glimpse of returning to a peaceful slumber in sight, Immanuel finally relented and sat up, the bed creaking underneath his weight as he sat up, scratching his bare chest as he took a couple minutes to blink the grogginess out of his eyes. Once he felt he was awake enough to begin his morning routine, he stood up, feeling something tug at his back. He tried to look behind him, but could only just barely see his pistons on his back. He reached an arm behind him to feel around the one by his left shoulder, and felt cloth stuck to the metal, and let out an exasperated sigh. He rarely slept with a blanket, as he always had difficulties with cloth getting trapped in his pistons whenever he rolled around in his sleep, which was also the reason he tended not to wear clothing on his upper body when he slept. However, last night he had believed it would help him fall asleep better if he used it, but he now realized how bad of an idea that was. He grunted in pain as he pulled the blanket free, and activated the piston slightly to make sure it wasn't stuck in any way. The last time it had been stuck he had needed special surgery to get it fixed, so he would rather avoid having to shell out even more cash for an avoidable problem.

He threw the blanket back onto his bed as he grabbed his watch from it's stand, slipping it onto his wrist and fastening it as he nudged dirty clothes out of his way, reaching his closet and opening it, looking over what clothes he had left before he had to do any loads of laundry, which was something that he dreaded doing, even after all his years of living on his own. He reached up and grabbed a poorly ironed red button-up shirt and an equally treated pair of black slacks, slipping them on silently as he went through his daily routine. First he put a pot of his own personal coffee on, giving it time to prepare as he grabbed a breakfast bar and an orange from his cupboard. He wolfed down the bar and worked on the orange as he lifted the blinds on his windows, allowing sunlight in that forced him to squint in it's intensity. He stood at the window, watching the busy streets below as he shoved slices of the orange in his mouth, tossing each piece of the peel into the garbage can across the room. Once that was done, he walked towards the bathroom, shaving his face with an old razor down to his trademark scruff, inspecting his work as he grabbed dabbed some hair gel on his fingers, rubbing it through his hair so it's unkemptness wouldn't get in his face too much the rest of the day. He had been told multiple times that he would look better with short hair, but he found going and getting his hair cut regularly was too much of a hassle. And it wasn't like he looked awful with it, as he had gotten enough compliments on it. He chalked it up to people being jealous of his naturally good looks, laughing at the thought.

He finished in the bathroom just as his coffee was done and Aadia spoke over the speaker system, and ran to the pot, pulling out a large reusable cup and filling it nearly to the brim. He grabbed seven packets of sugar and poured each one completely into the cup, not wanting to miss a single speck of the precious dust. He mixed it with a small spoon and raised it to his mouth to test the taste. He smacked his lips a couple times, then his face twisted in disgust. He placed the cup down and grabbed three more packets of sugar, dumping them in and tasting it again, nodding and grinning with content. If there was anything that made a morning great, it was a hot cup of coffee in the comfort of one's own space.

He went back to his bedroom and reached under his bed, pulling out a black suitcase, and opened it to reveal dozens of neatly organized pins in the shape of different animals, from dogs to cats to frogs to elephants. He looked at each one, rubbing his chin as he tried to decide which one to use. He eventually settled on a ladybug pin, pinning it to the pocket of his shirt. He very carefully shut the briefcase and locked it, nudging it back under his bed as he reached into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out his penguin pin and quickly placed it against his forehead before he pinned it right next to his ladybug pin. He patted the both of them as he shrugged on his suit jacket, buttoning up the two bottom buttons as he grabbed his phone, wallet, D.S.J. badge, and coffee, making his way to the door out of his apartment and ducked under the door frame.

In the hallway, he saw a blur fly pat, only barely processing it as Marco as he hastily made his way down the hall. Immanuel followed close behind, taking long strides to keep behind the man, who quickly entered the room and slammed the door right in front of Immanuel, who bumped into it and tried to keep his coffee steady as it sloshed out onto the carpet below. He stood still for a moment, getting his bearings, then groaned as he looked down at the drops that had made it onto his clothing. He didn't have time to go back and change as he was already at the door, so he would worry about it after their meeting. He knocked as gently as he could on the door, grabbing the knob and peeking through to make sure there was no person in front of it. When he was sure it was fine, he opened it all the way, ducking once more under the door frame and entering the conference room.

For a moment, he was sure he must look like some sort of beast as his broad shoulders and height covered much of the doorway. He lifted his free hand in greeting to the group of those who had already gathered, his eyes squinted slightly at the light in the room, the bags under his eyes very noticeable. "I'm glad at least a couple of us have some energy today. Mind sharing some of it with me, Marco?" He took a sip of his coffee as he walked over to a seat and placed his coffee down on the table, pulling off his jacket as well and inspecting the stain slightly, huffing out a breath as he put it over the back of the chair and took a seat near Ines. He lifted his cup in greeting to her. "And you seem just as lively. You all need to share your secrets someday." He took another long swig of his drink and leaned back in his chair, hoping the coffee would take effect sooner rather than later.

Spoiler: Interactions/Mentions

Interactions: Marco Castello , Ines cinnabuns
Mentions: Aadia The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Rantos]

Mila Ludlam
Tags: Refaulted (directly) The One Eyed Bandit cinnabuns Castello Hanarei (momentarily)
Wake up. But don't let the eyes open. Keep them closed. Even when rising, rousing from sleep, keep them closed. In the darkness, melting into the warmth and folds of the cover. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals in all their comfort abound. Brush the hand over such comforts, trail the fingers up the body, just to make sure everything is still there. Holding the forehead in the cup of a hand, in the cusp of her hand. Wiping away the chilling water, the cold sweat. And finally, let the eyes be roused, finally. Graced by morning light, today as always. So wonderful as always. Let a smile grace the features, and allow movement to bring with it cracks and pops. It's morning. Good morning.

Ah, it could be felt, deeply insulting, full-body sweat. Especially insulting considering last night's sleepwear was to be today's garb. But now an efficient plan has been turned into an extra set of clothes to wash. Completely bogus. But, this situation brought with it a welcome excuse to use the shower. Mila abandoned her abyss of comfort, throwing her blanket to the side, leaving it in a heap at the end of the bed. At least there it looked far more fitting than if it was laid neat.

To drown in warm water, take a moment to appreciate what a comfortable end that would be. Surrounded, consumed within the pressure and warmth. As the heat adjusts to match that of a human all sense fades away, slips into infinite. Suddenly, there's no sensation but that of you. Such a situation sounds like bliss, aside from the inevitable morbid aftermath. It was a good thing no one had ever drowned in the shower. At least, not in Mila's experience. That's enough appreciating. Impending goosebumps gave Mila the inclination that such thoughts weren't appropriate for an early morning shower. Maybe an afternoon shower at best.

Thoughts vanished in the wake of music. The ever twisting nob on her Mila height speakers rotated, 90 degrees, 135 degrees, 180 degrees. 360. Was it possible to drown in sound, Milla was willing to put that to the test. She thanked the housing powers for giving her a room on the bottom floor. At least she didn't have to worry about bothering people bellow her. So the ritual continued, or rather it had finally begun in earnest. Let the comb run through hair. May fingers dance upon fabric to be worn. Struggle to don the rabbit ears, may their floppiness increase the struggle. And let every ritualist action be set to the music of her people. Hardbass.

Finally, she was ready. One ear backward but none the worse for wear. Silence the music. Much to her dismay, and only her dismay. With an equal stride, keeping her left foot and right foot moving forward in time. A gentle pyon. With two she was out the door. Unless she was mistaken, an occurrence as common as an idiot being mistaken, there was a meeting today. But, any call to action was drowned out by her own music, so was she to wander the halls until something came about.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

A magnitude 3? Swiftly moving, ahead of her. It was terrifying to think that a person was making that noise, but that was the only conclusion Mila could reach. At least now she knew which way the fun was. So she kept pace with the sound of rolling thunder in her own slow way. Undoubtedly arriving after because of it. Fitting considering thunder always precedes lightning. Or, wait...

The doors opened softly, slowly. For a moment closing before Mila entered only to be opened again. Seeking for that strong creak that just wasn't coming. But that was fine. After a few more attempts, all to end in failure, she entered. Her first greeting to everyone was a smile. Her second,

"Good morning everyone. S.D.J member Mila Ludlum reporting for briefing and meeting. The pleasure is mine, and only mine typically." A soft chuckle behind her hand now hiding her mouth. Prying eyes, did they find the joke funny, or even understand it at all. She hoped the answer was yes on both fronts. From the crowd, there was one face she recognized. A rough and welcome sight.

"Mr.Größel! Good morning!" Mayhaps this man didn't know who Mila was, he would be in the right. But Mila knew him, if only from afar. She had been under his command a few times while working in the Enforcement Squad. When starting out he was the man she watched as a kind of reference. He had only been in the Enforcement Squad for one year longer than her, and yet the man handled himself with a learned grace. So thought Mila. So she made her way to his side, taking whatever seat was available next to him.

"Let me guess, you don't remember me?" A question asked with a smile and a tone to suggest that she would understand if the answer was yes.

 

[simj26]

the thing and that thing happun and the other thing

 

[Lucem]

It felt like he had been standing in front of the mirror for several hours. For the umpteenth time, he removed his tie before looping it around his neck again. No matter how many times he did this, one look at his reflection would make him feel like something was wrong. He wasn't usually this concerned about his appearance, but he couldn't afford to look even a little sloppy today.

Yuri had been thinking about this day for a long time, and his anxiety only grew worse as it came closer. Now that the time had finally come, his nervousness was at an all-time high. If he wasn't keeping himself distracted by adjusting his clothes, he'd probably be shaking a little. It had been a long time since something scared or unsettled him enough to flip his vibration switch, but he could feel that tingling sensation trying to take over. Given the circumstances, it was understandable that he felt a bit jittery right now. He'd been given a big responsibility.

Even though he accepted the offer to lead a new squad in the Special Division, he still had a few doubts. A big weight had been placed on his shoulders, and he felt it grow with each passing day. Would he be a good leader? Was he strong enough? Would he let people down? Questions like that kept coming to mind and he could never answer them with confidence. However, he still believed turning down the offer would've been a mistake. If he ran away from something just because he was too worried about failing, then he'd never grow. He decided long ago that he was done with giving up on things before he even got started. All he could do was try his best and live up to expectations.

When Aadia finally called for everyone to meet in the Sunlight Room, Yuri took a deep breath, trying to force out any remaining nerves as he exhaled. Looking in the mirror one last time, he tightened his tie and put on his suit jacket. "Here we go." Leaving his worries behind, he quickly exited his room and made his way down the hall.

Yuri knocked a few times before opening the door to the conference room. It didn't take long for him to notice how dusty the place was. Much like his new room, it was obvious that it hadn't been used until recently. While he would've liked to give the room a good cleaning, that would have to wait until later.

Aside from the lack of dusting, the first thing he saw upon entering the room was Aadia's familiar face. Yuri approached his superior with a smile and offered a polite bow. "Good morning, Agent Darnallson. It's a pleasure to see you again." It hadn't been very long since he last met with her, but he always did his best to be respectful.

Aside from Aadia, the only squad member he recognized was Ines. After giving the cat-eared woman a friendly wave, he looked at each of the new faces. The others seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't say with certainty that he'd met them before today. It was possible that he saw a few of them while working with other divisions. He'd been all over the place since graduating from the academy, so it was likely that they'd crossed paths once or twice.

It seemed like a few people were still missing, but he didn't want to be rude by not saying anything to the people that were already here. Deciding he could introduce himself to the latecomers later, he greeted the group of five. "It's nice to meet you all. My name is Yuri Yure. You may have already heard, but I'll be acting as one of two leaders for this squad. I may not have as much field experience as some of you, but I'll do my best to prove myself worthy of this position. If there's ever anything I can help with, please don't hesitate to ask. I look forward to working with you from now on!" He spoke with a smile, hoping that a good start here would lead to good things in the future. This was the beginning of a major chapter in his life.

The One Eyed Bandit cinnabuns Hanarei Castello Refaulted Rantos

 

[callisto]

Sybil had gotten absolutely no sleep. She’d tried, mind you – attempting to float away into dreamless sleep under the thick blankets provided to her. However, sleep never came. Instead, she laid there for an hour, her sensitivity to low light making the room seem bright as dawn, before giving up completely. Mental note: get blackout curtains.

The green-skinned woman was not surprised by this ordeal. Despite her tenure as a member of D.S.J., Sybil still had a difficult time sleeping in new, unusual spaces. No matter how safe she knew she was, there was an element of uncertainty that made half of her brain squeal like an untamed baby. So, instead, she spent her evening consecrating the new space.

The nuns at Couvent des Célestins would’ve shuddered at the thought. Sybil may have lacked the saintly body parts and religious effigies necessary for a true consecration, but she made up for it in like.

Clothing, snacks, knick-knacks, and DVDs were tossed about the small, once-pristine room. It looked like a place that had been lived in for months, not for a mere day. And now it began to feel like home.

Sybil, indistinguishable from the mess, laid belly-down on her bed, nose-deep in a portable DVD-player. She’d gotten it for cheap at a Parisian pawn shop, and though the buttons-caps were missing, and the DVD slot was a bit wobbly, Sybil couldn’t part with it. Soft music leaked from its aging speakers, words and music producing a cacophony.

“Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me chill me fulfill me
Creature of the night…”​

With her legs crossed in the air and her head bobbing to the music, Sybil’s mannerisms bordered on girlish. In between pointed teeth, she sang along quietly, her head propped up on her hands. Right as the duet reached its climax – Sybil watching intently as Rocky and Janet tangoed under red sheets – a voice cut through the song. “Attention.”

A smile bloomed on the ghoul’s sharp features. “Is it morning already?” Excitement danced on her question to no one as she rushed to the window, pulling open the curtains. Lost in her movie marathon, Sybil had completely and willingly lost track of time.

It took little time before she got ready and headed to the Sunlight Room, her lively jaunt showing no indication of her all-nighter. Sybil slipped in, unnoticed, though she hadn’t used her quirk to do so. Her new companions were largely too lost in their excitement – or maybe even anxiety – to notice a new, quiet addition to the room. Nevertheless, Sybil edged around the space, scoping the room for familiar faces.

Many she had seen before – in files and in passing – though one face stood out among the rest. A cat lady – Ines, in all her feline glory – sat to the side of the conference table, coolly observing her surroundings. Ines and Sybil had met before, albeit briefly; The two had worked together for a year or so in the crisis division before Sybil was transferred.

She quickly stole the seat next to Ines, before posing herself in Ines’ direction, using one hand to prop her chin up on the table.

“Hey. Hey,” Her sing-songy voice was hushed, in an attempt to not steal attention away from the new leader’s introduction. Her words suggested a slight lisp, only held back a personal determination to speak properly. “Where does a cat go when it dies?”

The ghoul waited for a response, before bursting out into a shark-toothed grin,

“Purrrrgatory."

Without taking a beat, Sybil stuck out her free hand, inviting a handshake with her grimalkin peer.

"Hi, I'm Sybil. I think we've met.”

​

tags: cinnabuns (interacting w/ Ines) Lucem (mentioned)

 

[soggyparadise]

The smell of a new shipment of lilac. The distant caw of gulls flying over the docks and their rainbow hued buildings standing in a proud colorful row as they faced the harsh winds of the sea. This was all so familiar and calming and yet it didn't feel quite real- perhaps it was she felt like she was underwater. As her mother and brother spoke their voices felt distant and muffled and the whole world seemed to ebb and flow like the tides of the ocean, the assortments of flowers in the florist shop as well as the three family member's tentacled hair showing the movement clearly. Then came the crisp ring of the bell above the door- a customer? It was the first this to sound clear- surely it must be an important client.
Or not- she immediately recognized the face as she turned. Her father, his bright blue eyes and the years of laugh lines built around them mistakable. Almost instantly she felt a swell of pride in her chest- he was in his police uniform. Except this was one of those fancy ones that he always was telling her the meanings of even if she hadn't been able to master the meanings of. Had there been a ceremony today? She wouldn't have missed it though- she was sure. . . As her eyes looked back to her father's face she was taken aback- blood. . his nose was practically gushing, and was that a black eye?" She looked over at her mother, expecting her to quickly fuss over him, asking what happened but instead she was met with an eerie smile; and when her gaze turned into to her brother she found a similar expression. What were they doing?

Quickly she made a move towards her father opening her mouth to ask if she could help, but as she walked the distance between them seemed to get larger and larger, and despite how loud she made her voice it seemed not to reach him. In the background she could hear the familiar chime of the bell that rang when a customer entered her mother's shop. And then all at once she was staring at a ceiling that was foreign to her- it took a moment to place where she was as she shuffled through her scattered thoughts but as a voice crackled to life over the speaker system, drowning out the alarm from her clock that the bell had melted into Eledone remembered this new chapter in her life that was just starting.
A new chapter that she was apparently already running late for.

With a soft groan into the darkness of her new bedroom she flopped a pillow over her face, stretching out before curling into a little ball on the slightly too-firm mattress that had been provided. (Likely a firmness that had tested well for physical condition of some other bullshit) After a few seconds of wallowing in her own desire to hit the snooze and catch a few more zzz she sat up, hitting the off button on her clock before shuffling her feet into a pair of slippers that she'd left beside her bed for herself the night prior when she'd tried to make headway cleaning up her new little home.

With a little persuading of herself she stood up, stretching once more though this time it was towards the ceiling, coming back down with a yawn before she shuffled bleary eyed into her own little bathroom, squinting into the light that she'd flicked on on her way in. After giving her eyes a few moments to adjust she looked in the mirror. Skin- okay, eye bags- okay, hair- god damn it she looked like medusa had a sister from the sea. Atop her head where usually a neat array of orangey-red tentacles sat, was now a tangled ball of appendages. And as she tentatively began moving them they only proved just how stuck they really were. She could just about cry- she already was running late and with that weird dream she'd been having she must've tossed and squirmed in all sorts of ways to get it this bad.

She tried her best to multitask, hopping in the shower for a quick few minutes to wash up, all the while her tentacles trying to blindly end wrap themselves, dressing in a nice blouse and a pinafore, along with some stockings and boots, her hair still desperately trying to wriggle free of each other. Even doing some bare faced makeup and scarfing down some apple slices, her tentacles still weren't free. After wrestling with them for five more minutes she finally had them presentable, tying a piece of fabric over the top of her head to just forget about the rest as she hurried out, quickly scurrying down the hallway towards the elevators, where she'd noted the sunshine room the day prior when she'd moved in. As far as she could tell she was one of the latest additions to this group, and being late wasn't a good first impression.
As she reached the door she refrained from knocking, worried that they'd already started without her and fearing she may interrupt. Instead she opted to quietly crack the door open and slip inside, taking a seat by the door as she offered a small smile to those who looked her way. It seemed to be quite the cast of characters so far-

 

[simj26]

Eloise PhasiclesShe bit into the sandwich and stray pieces of lettuce and onions were dislodged from the main body, falling to the ground. If she had even noticed this, she gave no indication of it. She took another chunk out of the sandwich and reached into her parka’s pocket, extracting the staff pass she had on her as she neared the doors. She slapped her pass across the card reader, and took another bite out of her sandwich as she pushed her way through the doors. She slipped the pass back into her pocket, then pulled out her phone, running through her emails.

Right. Squad leader. Really? Did she look like the kind that was a squad leader? Why didn’t they give it to someone more qualified, like that Marco hunk, or those two older dudes, Immanuel and Peter? Having scrutinised each and every single profile of every member of the SpecDiv, it was clear that, to her, nearly every single one of them was more qualified for the role than she would ever be. She was either just some weirdo who crept along the hallways of SpecDiv who no one actually knew what she did, or she was the PR star of the organisation. Neither of these public images had ‘squad leader’ written on them. She made a face, and bit off slightly more than usual from her sandwich. An olive, some more lettuce, and pieces of onions bounced off her hand and onto the ground, possibly much to the chagrin of whoever was keeping the place clean.

She stopped as she caught sight of the other members of SpecDiv heading into the Sunlight room, and slipped around a corner, peeking out at them. There were probably other members already inside, but the ones she saw were Ludlam, the other squad leader Yuce, and after them was Nosferatu from Crisis. Footsteps from the other end of the corridor she was in and the sound of a door opening was enough for her to dip her head down, looking at her phone and start walking in the opposite direction. She took a glance behind her at the newcomer heading towards the Sunlight room. Eledone, she thought her name was. The squid girl. Previously in Forensics. Once she had entered the Sunlight room, and she heard the door swing shut behind her, Eloise spun around, heading back to the room.

With each step, her appearance slowly changed. Her brown hair paled, turning silver, and shifting into a pair of pigtails on either side of her head. Her complexion paled, and her eyes changed from the emerald green into the ruby red of the idol sensation. Her red ‘shirt’ changed into one of black, and her skirt-and-shorts combo lengthened, wrapping her legs with a pair of jeans. She glanced down at her own appearance, and realised that she had brought along the wrong jacket. She groaned and tugged at her parka, that was reserved for days that she WASN’T playing at being an idol. She ought to have brought her grey jacket instead. Unlike the rest of her ‘clothes’, her jacket wasn’t part of her. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. Well, she doubted anyone would put two and two together. It wasn’t as if the real her was very noticeable anyway. She shoved the remainder of the sandwich into her mouth, and swallowed without chewing. She crushed the paper wrapping, and it sank into her hand, as if devoured by quicksand, and reached for the door knob. She took a deep breath, and steadied herself.

How should she play it?

She turned the knob and entered the room.

“Goooood MORNING, EVERYONE!” She threw her hands upwards into the air, waving to the gathered members, beaming brightly at them. She dropped her hands to her hips, and bent forwards slightly, winking at her audience. “I know what you’re all thinking, and yup! Surprise! it’s me, your one and only Lovebite!” She straightened up, clapping her hands together and twirling around on the spot. “But you can call me El, cuz I’m a member of this special team too! And that’s not all, but Aady here has also offered me a position as a squad leader too! Ain’t that right, Aadia? I’m so glad!” She really, really wasn’t. “I’ll do my best to do my best, everyone!” She maintained the smile, but straightened up properly, discarding the stage persona slightly. “Were you more comfortable with that? Thought you’d be, but this is me, Eloise Phasicles, squad leader two.” She gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of her neck. “Don’t ask me how I got here, because I don’t know either. If it’s anyone who should be up here, it should be guys like Marco, Immanuel, or Peter, to be honest! That said, I wasn’t having a runaround when I was saying that I’d do my best to do my best! Let’s do this together, yeah?”

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Morgan Acantha Zorich

Morgan has a tendency of staying up late playing games. No she wasn't playing a horror game this time where she couldn't get any sleep, shivering under her blanket for the ghosts that roam the night. She got a new game early in the day yesterday and got very invested to the point that she slept an hour before the announcement was made.

Aadia's voiced throughout the room. Morgan could hear it, she wasn't in deep sleep yet but her eyes wouldn't open and her body felt heavy. Not just that but the temperature was perfectly cozy keeping that high quality rubber in check. She wanted to get up, make a good impression since she's fairly new, two years in First Response but her body, her mind told her, "Not yet. Not yet. Sleep some more."

"Oh crap." She blurted out loud the moment her eyes opened. She didn't know how long it has been since the announcement she heard while asleep. She does have a gut feeling that she's very very late. And with quick movement, she stretched her head and one arm into the closet while her body made way to the bathroom and opens the shower. The moment she had chosen her would be attire for the day did she unstretched herself back to the bathroom and proceeded to shower.

It took her half an hour just to clean herself up, she wore a white rubber blouse tucked to her blue, also rubber, pants before peaking through her door. Her room was at the opposite end of the Sunlight Room, the hallway was dead quiet and that only fueled her anxiety of being late. She was practically jogging in place as she though of disappointing people on the first day. She moved like a slinky on her way to the designated meeting room, her face was panic-stricken. If she could sweat, she would have been.

She bursted through the door, landing on her arms and greeting everyone with a matching panick-stricken smile to her face. "Hello, Morgan Acantha Zorich, former member of the First Response Division reporting for duty! Forgive me for being late." Her voice cracked slightly at the last sentence, she was really nervous about this. And it doesn't help that everyone in the room seemed so cool.

Morgan twisted her body so that she stood up right once she lay her feet on the ground, she found herself a seat next to a woman with an octopus head? No, hair. Octopus hair. Morgan gave her a cheery smile and a small wave. "Goodmorning, miss."
interactions/mentions: basically everyone, soggyparadise

 

[Life.]

Peter Hewlett
A small, harmless arachnid. That was all it took to deprive Peter a good night sleep. While he often ignored or avoided such critters, this particular one disturbed his very presence. It had jumped through the open wound on his left hand, an injury that was created long ago and never properly healed probably due to his Quirk. The tiny spider had the audacity to pass through the hole like a trained dog jumping through a hoop. This small action bothered Peter to the point that he had determined the creature's fate; death. It led to a small cat-and-mouse game for several hours until he decided to duplicate small spider traps. Once he had them set, the exasperated man managed to gain a couple of hours of restless sleep.

Usually, his internal circadian rhythm allowed Peter to wake up at a reasonable hour of the morning to prepare for the day. Unfortunately, lady luck was not wishing to cooperate with him as he found himself waking up to the overhead announcement of Agent Darnallson, "Shit!" He bolted out of bed and tried to make his way over to his wardrobe, only to find himself stepping on a series of laid out spider traps. Small crunches sounded from each step he took forward, it appeared as though he had been chasing more than just one spider. Seems like he had more than just new agent neighbors. But the other fuzzy, eight-legged residents were currently dying underneath his step.

Peter had gagged a few times as he crushed on the traps, wishing he could clean it all up now. But that would have to be a task saved for later. Hardly has he ever been late to a meeting. Really it has been years since he felt this sense of dread, anxiety, and sheer disappointment in himself. He swung the closet doors open and saw the row of clothes. Just to make life easier on him, Peter had kept his attire to one outfit. His signature white long-sleeved shirt with a black coat on top, black pants, and his black shoes. Once he was dressed in his daily uniform, he rushed his way through the rest of his morning routine, skipping the less-immediate steps like tidying his hair.

Silence. That was all he heard as soon as he stepped out of his living space. This fueled his anxiety and speed as he nearly jogged his way over to the Sunlight Room where the meeting was to be held. Fortunately, in his half-sleep daze, he managed to hear the important details from the announcement. But that was the only helpful thing of the morning. As he reached the entrance of the conference room, Peter wondered how he should enter. More than likely he was the very last one to arrive, something noteworthy, but not the kind he wants to be associated with. How did he accept this attention when he was an adolescent? In fact, he sought for it, to be the troublemaker that everyone knew about. Well, the years have changed him and now he stood there wishing that he had some ounce of that confidence from before.

As he placed his hand onto the doorknob and opened it, his mind was clearly not in the right state as Peter looked around, saw that everyone else had arrived on time and simply said, "I guess this is what they call being fasionably late." Oh, how he wished he could simply mask his presence like Sybil right now. His eyes had first landed on Aadia before looking over to Marco, who out of everyone in the room, would probably get a great kick out of this.

Spoiler: Tags

The One Eyed Bandit
Hanarei
Castello
cinnabuns
Refaulted
Rantos
@Lucem Tenerbis
callisto
soggyparadise
simj26
Colorless Spectrum

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Chitter-chatter. As her agents filed into the room, Aadia exchanged pleasantries. Hellos, smiles, and nods all around, but little more than that. It was a longer wait than she would have liked, but soon enough each of the seats littering the room had been filled.

"Your attention, please." It was a good thing that the room hadn't broken into too much chatter, because Aadia's bid for the agents' attention came low and quiet. "Some of you I have known for quite some time now, and others for only the briefest of moments." As she gave her address, Aadia's voice was almost robotic. She emoted little, and expressed even less. "Regardless, I would like to say that it is good to see you again. I have told you this before, but, I have gathered the lot of you in order to construct a new branch of the Special Division. For the near future, you will be operating under my command. I hope we will be able to work well together."

"Moving on. Please direct your attention to the projection." The sound of a shifting shutter accompanied a beam of light as it spewed from the center of the room. "In front of you is our first assignment." To Aadia's left, an image was cast across the wall. Names, details and numbers were scattered around it, a listing of various crimes and charges, as well as the leads the case had garnered so far.

"Over the past month, a group of five Unregistered Quirk Users have been committing a crime spree throughout the outer city of Berlin. The Enforcement Division, despite having been dispatched to deal with them on multiple occasions, has found little purchase in their pursuits. They have engaged in a number of small skirmishes with the group, but their escape capabilities have allowed them to allude them for the time being, even when they were working in conjuncture with the other divisions. Somehow, they haven't even managed to obtain any photo evidence."

With another sound, the image shifted, this time to a rigorously highlighted and annotated map.

"This is where we come in. For the indefinite future, we will be heading an investigation into this group, which brings me to our next topic." Setting her laptop aside, Aadia rose from her seat and paced into the center of the room. On her way, she motioned for Yuri and Eloise to follow suit. "These two-, Agents Phasicles and Yure, will be serving as your Field Captains. While you will still be reporting to me, they will each head up a squad in the field. If you two could properly introduce yourselves, we will move ourselves along to our first dispatch."

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[Hanarei]

Lynn Kriegerr
Overseer​

Lynn had watched as Marco had entered seeming to notice her presence rather quickly after looking to gloat about arriving first. She looked at him quite plainly able to tell the anger in his response without even needing to have access to his mind. To her it seemed rather pointless and misguided but given what she knew about people and their inner thoughts it wasn't anything new. In a way it was a little nice to see it bubble up openly rather then being some completely silent grudge that would lead to more passive aggressiveness for pointless reasons. Then again his response could just mean he was just very bad at hiding his emotions and would still end up attempting to lash back at her anyways. None the less she simply nodded, not seeing much reason to bother with a vocal response. It was quite early in the day after all... besides Ines seemed to already be at teasing him about it.

Her silence had remained as others slowly filed into the room. While she did notice them she kept a rather low profile not speaking up or really doing all that much to acknowledge anyone just offering a light nod or glance back if she detected someone was looking in her direction. She would gaze just long enough to get a clear image of their face and quickly memorizing it in her head next to their name written out in her mind in a way that seemed to be the right spelling for it. As long as it fit the pronunciation was good enough for her, she could always adjust it later if she had it mentally spelled wrong. She tended to memorize things much better when she pictured it. It was a large reason she had a notepad she tended to keep on her side to jot down notes on anything should she have to multi-task to such a large degree. it was much easier to write things down as they came over trying to create the notes mentally, at least when she had to proccess so many things at once. She had gotten to be extremely good at processing multiple things at once but there was still a certain limit to it.

Upon hearing Aadia's voice she simply gave a light nod should it be called for. Her finger lightly traced on her lap as if she was keeping notes of it despite doing so mentally given she only had to pay attention to her at the moment. When the projector lit up, her eyes quickly darted back and forth as if scanning the images in her eyes moving so quickly it would likely look a little strange for most though it had all set in quickly in her mind stored away in it. It was a much quicker and easier to soak everything in. As soon as she shifted back to speaking she immediately went back to taking mental notes of all the details.

All was simple enough as it came to the introduction to their field leaders, or really an unnecessary redundant introduction in a way. It only was a process of elimination she already figured out who was who with Yure openly introducing himself and the other being... obnoxious about it. She came off incredibly loud and bubbly how she spoke. In this case though it didn't feel real. It felt completely fake to her. It netted Lynn giving a stern gaze at Eloise looking more through her rather then at her. Her gaze shifted away after a minute not electing to say anything vocally about it. It wasn't her place to do so... not at a meeting to who was basically a superior to her. It was far better to just keep up her silence.


Interactions: Castello (if a nod is an interaction )
Mention: The One Eyed Bandit simj26 cinnabuns Lucem

 

[cinnabuns]

Interactions: Refaulted , callisto , Lucem ​

Ines was already amused, but seeing Immanuel made her ears perk up a bit, pleased to see her friend sit close to her. She could smell his trademark sugar overloaded coffee of course, and honestly, it just made her wish she'd grabbed some too, on her way to the meeting. She'd mellowed out a bit from her excitable state earlier after use of her powers, so a little caffeine boost wouldn't hurt. When Immanuel raised his cup to her, she smiled his way.

"Manny~. It's just one of those little side effects. Nothing special. Good morning, by the way." Ines replied, gently tapping her fingers against the table. She glanced away from Immanuel when more people started arriving into the room, and she was mildly surprised when one of the newcomers came up to Immanuel. She didn't wish to interrupt for once, giving the taller man a wink before returning the wave Yuri gave her, giving him her somewhat full attention.

During said introduction, she heard the hushed voice of one of the newcomers next to her, and her eyes turned to the source of the noise.

Now, that wasn't a face she'd forget. Ines' tail curled at the joke the woman told her, as Ines slowly brought her back to the forefront of her memory. They'd worked together in the Crisis Management Division. Thankfully the woman had given her name again - Sybil, what a nice name. Ines placed her hand in Sybil's when she'd offered hers after the joke, bringing Sybil's hand up so she could press her lips to the back of it. Purrgatory. Classic.

"Cute joke. Might be as cute as that smile you've got." Ines practically purred, bringing their hands back down before turning her attention back to Yuri for the end of his introduction. "The name's Ines. It's been a while."

"And it's good to see you, Yuri." She spoke up after Yuri had finished his introduction. And thank you for taking responsibility like a champ, she thought to herself. Ines didn't feel like she'd be the best to lead anything, but Yuri seemed like he had a sharp mind. Ines was better at following orders from better minds; thankfully, they had a wonderful mind in charge of everything, Aadia. Yuri was a welcome second in command. There was one more leading them, Ines thought, but Ines wasn't sure of who it was. She knew, for certain, that Yuri would do good work. She'd seen him in Crisis Management.

Suddenly, her thoughts were jolted away from Yuri to a faint smell of seafood in the air. Ines cursed to herself as she realized that in her earlier energy boost, she'd forgotten not only coffee, but something to eat. Her eyes followed the smell until they landed on a woman with....tentacles for hair?

Okay, she could already tell she'd gotten a good amount of weirdos in the hiring process this time around, and for that, she was thankful. The best first impression wouldn't be to start yammering on about how hungry she was, but Ines couldn't help it. In a small voice that Sybil and Immanuel could hear, and probably the woman herself, the Cheshire gave the trademark grin as she gave the tentacle-haired girl a once-over.

"Now, now, now. Isn't that a fine morsel?"

Before she could have her question answered, Ines was reminded of exactly whom the person Aadia had made her second-(second-)in-command that she'd wondered about earlier. Eloise came in with her usual amount of energy, before dropping down the level of excitement to be honest with the other members of the division. Thank goodness she wasn't interested in keeping that personality on all the time; Ines personally wasn't sure of whether she'd be able to stand that every time they needed to talk. Ines made a noise of displeasure when Eloise began to talk down on herself. She knew that Eloise's job wasn't a piece of cake. Dealing with people and having to be in charge of making the division look good wasn't easy work. If Eloise could manage that, she could manage them.

Two more scragglers came in, and once they filled the remaining two spots around the table, Aadia began her spiel. Ines quieted down almost immediately when she heard her leader's voice, catching it even over the little discussions. Ines' eyebrow raised as Aadia got to the point: they had a mission. A crime spree, though? In Berlin? As she watched Yuri and Eloise make their way to the center of the room along with Aadia, she realized that meant she'd be in either or's team. She'd must have had her wires crossed, since she'd thought they'd all be together...but that gave them the chance to get to know each other better, she thought. Maybe it would be alright. Better to have two teams, for more assistance to the city. It was a great idea.

Now, whom did Aadia decide to place her with?

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Another commotion came and went. In rhythm with her subordinate's chatter, Aadia fiddled with a stack of papers that she'd kept at her side.

"Ahem." Aadia cleared her throat, a curt call of silence to her chatterbox of an early recruit. "As for these squads, the distribution will be as follows. Janssen, Ludlam, Anker, Hewlett will be working under Agent Yure, and Größel, Vezeniye, Sybil, Zorich under Agent Phasicles. Due to the nature of Agent Kriegerr's Quirk, she will be working as an intermediary between the two groups. I hope these distributions are to each of your satisfaction."

"Moving on. While the D.S.J at large may not have made any headway into their investigation of these criminals, I have a lead of my own. If you will turn your attention to the map on the screen, you will find my notes on the subject." The image in front of them was practically chaotic, a jarring contrast to the tidy-looking woman who claimed to be their author. "Please allow me to explain. The culprits, it seems, are striking in a pattern. All of their incidents have occurred within two days, and two kilometers of other criminal incursions, be the large or small. I believe they're taking advantage of the disruption in infrastructure caused by these other incidents, though... Whether that is the truth or not is yet to be seen."

Another, final click and the map turned to a much clearer one. This time, only a handful of areas were marked, each annotated with a date, and calculations as to the likelihood of their being beset.

"This in mind, I've created this for your use. It is based on the incident data from the previous two days, so it is going to need to be frequently updated should I be proven correct, but... That is no problem. I would like you, Agents Yure and Phasicles, to each deploy yourselves to half of these locations. The papers distributed throughout the room are each marked with my own Quirk, so in the case that any of your Agents encounter the criminal, you will be able to quickly assemble. For this mission, Kriegerr will be deployed alongside your squad, Phasicles."

As the woman gave her orders, the projector dimmed and the room filled with fluorescent-blue artificial light, giving its inhabitants a proper view of one another.

"You will have... One hour to prepare yourself before deployment. Each squad will be provided with a D.S.J Issue Armored Personnel Carrier, the keys to which Agents Yure and Phasicles will be able to collect from my office. I myself will be operating things from a distance, in this building, but if you require support please rest assured, the papers you have been provided will allow me to tarry to your side should you request it."

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[simj26]

Eloise PhasiclesHm. Größel, Vezeniye, Sybil, Zorich, Kriegerr, huh? Piston, Cat, Voyeur, Rubber, and Mindnet, if she wasn’t mistaken. Hm. What’s more, each of them had experience in close-quarters combat, with the exception of the extra. Interesting. Did Aadia plan it that way? Or was it just sheer dumb luck? Whatever. That wasn’t the problem. The issue here was that Immanuel and Sybil had some...issues a while back. Well, Immanuel, more than Sybil. Sybil only had issues with the DSJ due to her proclivities. To be more accurate, DSJ had issues with her, rather than the other way around. Immanuel, though. His profile was sterling, but his background was not exactly what one would call clean. She wondered if this would affect his work ethic. Sometimes, some things needed to be done. She didn’t know if he could be up to the task to carry out his duty to the fullest. Gentle giant or not, she couldn’t afford having someone forgo their duties for their reputation. She sighed internally, but kept her peppy expression.

She pumped her fist into the air, and slipped over to the left side of the room, and waved at the gathering of agents. “Awright! Immanuel, Ines, Sybil, Morgan, Lynn, fall in over here, if you’d please! Time for a short team meeting, before we split up for mission prep!” She shouldn’t be too worried. Even if one or two of them had some weird quirks to them, each of them had their heart in the right place. First Response, Rescue to Enforcement, Crisis, and…two which were unassigned. These were varying divisions they came from. Was this also part of Aadia’s plan as well? That woman was so hard to read. She folded the piece of paper that they had received from Aadia, and slipped it into her parka’s pocket, and clapped her hands together, waiting for her team to assemble.

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[Castello]

When Peter arrived late with his clever little quip, Marco was weak to slap his knee. "Hah! Now that is a classic one, Peter. Fashionably late!? Where do you come up with this?" His chuckle was obnoxious, only halted by Aadia's little speech. The only thing that could quench Marco's poor sense of humor was his even more obscure taste in women.

Marco's attention to Aadia was diligent and not exactly subtle. He was eager to provide thumbs up to whatever he liked hearing, most notably that he would not have to be around the cheater, cheater pumpkin eater named Lynn who had robbed him of the glorious first place but he was not happy he would have to listen to her.

When he heard who was to be working with, he offered an enthusiastic nod. Some of the members of the group were a relatively unknown to him on a personal level. Eledone was the cute octopus girl whose smell reminded him of his mother's delectable pickled herring or the magnificent smell of the north sea back in the Netherlands. A single whiff of her tentacles instantly sent him to seafood heaven, even if it was covered in perfume, his nose for fish did not fail him. It was one of his coveted secrets, one held under a key as tight as his admiration for Aadia. Marco's eyes would make for the other members, scouting Yure top from bottom first. Handsome, check, reliable seeming, check and his youth indicated that he had ambition in life. Mila was probably his least favorite of his chosen partners, not that he knew her well, but they seemed to have a contradicting outlook on life from what he had experienced. Peter on the other hand was his pal and pals are always great in Marco's eyes. They had been through a couple of situations together, he could at least rely on him... Somewhat.

Marco was riled up, he was always riled up whenever Aadia had a mission for him. The sting of second place had completely vanished. He had only one rule he lived by: he could only be second place once in a week. He would redeem himself with a stellar performance today, he could not afford to be a further disappointment to Aadia. Furthermore, he was working with old friends and new and he was a man who always demanded himself to make a positive impression. He was a pillar in the Janssen family, his actions reflected his brother's. Marco's deep in hale of excitement absorbed the air around him. He directed his keen, accurate nose in Aadia's direction and used his incredible lungs to snipe her scent from a distance. This smell then fueled his battle cry.

"Everyone on team Janssen, rally on me! We have pre-mission stretches we have to do, we can't afford to be pulling muscles out there!" Marco bellowed at the top of his lungs, he had always struggled at volume control.
soggyparadise Rantos Lucem

Marco was sure to acquire Peter, his friend and teammate for the day. He lunged his arms towards Peter's shoulder in a harsh, but clearly roughhousing way. Not that the average person would know but Marco was not someone who specialized in the fine movements of the body. He prayed that Peter knew well enough that this was not battery of the first degree. "You too bud, I can't have you spraining an ankle out there, I need someone to watch my back!"
Life.

Marco made his way to the corner where he would begin his stretching routine by doing arm, neck and ankle rolls.

 

[Lucem]

After Aadia finished speaking, Yuri turned his attention from the map to his new colleagues. He had introduced himself only a moment ago, but looking at their illuminated faces provided him with a much different sensation than the one he felt earlier. He couldn't be sure if the lineup would remain as it was now, but for the time being, these four were in his care. Introductions were over now. He had his mission, and he had his squad.

Before he could say anything, a booming voice filled the room. One of his new subordinates wasted no time springing into action, calling on everyone else to join him as he prepared for the upcoming task. The smelling part was a bit strange, but he didn't hate how energetic the blond man was. One of the worries he had about entering a leadership position was his ability to create a positive atmosphere. Their jobs were difficult and required them to take on a large amount of responsibility, so he at least wanted everyone to have a space where they could enjoy themselves and feel at ease. He didn't want this new group to be something they'd have negative attachments to, so seeing Marco's enthusiasm helped ease some of his worries.

The second member that caught his eye was the older man Marco lunged at. While he didn't have much information on Peter's personal history, he was able to read up on his Quirk. It didn't seem like an ability that would be suited for close confrontations with criminals, but being able to copy any object would surely prove useful in plenty of situations. Ink was a fairly expensive resource, so managing it must've been difficult. It might've been a good idea if he ordered some and stored it in the carrier for Peter's use.

In contrast to the creation Quirk, Mila's ability seemed well-suited for combat, so it was no surprise that she came from the Enforcement Division. Like Peter, she seemed to have experience working with Marco in the past. It was good to know that the members were already familiar with each other. Hopefully, that would help teamwork go smoothly on and off the field.

Finally, there was Eledone. One piece of information that stood out in her profile was that she was half Japanese. While they may not have been born in the same country, it was nice to know that there was someone like him in the squad.

Once every member had been counted, Yuri looked to the clock on the wall. There was still an hour left before they had to depart, so there was plenty of time to get things in order. He always had his equipment on hand, so there wasn't much he needed to prepare. He could dedicate the remaining time to making sure that the other four were ready for what was ahead of them.

"Once again, it's a pleasure to be working with all of you. I hope we'll be able to get along as a squad from this moment onward. If you have any concerns or information you'd like to share before we depart, please don't hesitate to tell me. If not, I'll go collect the keys from Agent Darnollson's office while you make your preparations." Placing a hand over his chest, Yuri tried his best to speak with confidence and kindness. If there was something he needed to know about their Quirks, or if they had any questions for him, it was important to discuss it before they left.

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[Refaulted]

Immanuel Größel
Steampunch
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Immanuel grunted at Ines's explanation, taking another swig of his coffee. "I'll be honest, Ines, I would happily switch Quirks with you if it meant I didn't have to go to a doctor weekly because she's worried 'all that sugar is gonna make your heart stop one day'. I know people who like worse, like coffee with half creamer. Or iced. Or they drink it to enjoy it. I can't even imagine that." He spoke with a sort of disgusted look on his face. "They make drinking coffee seem like a joke. For some of us it's a way of life." He shook his head as he lifted the cup to his mouth one more time, letting out a dejected sigh. "Disgraceful."

In all honesty, he understood what Ines meant. For every benefit he could name for his own Quirk, he could name one or two downsides, but it was something he had been taught to deal with, and whatever he hadn't been taught he had learned on his own. Before being in the D.S.J, he hadn't had to worry so much about running short on energy. Now, using his Quirk more and more, while he was continuously improving his limit of how often and long he can use it, he found himself needing more and more sugar. Before coffee, he relied solely on soda and energy drinks, but one trip to his doctor, who told him he was wreaking his stomach with all that toxic waste, and he had cut it out, trying more natural options, such as granola and yogurt, but he found coffee with a very...modest amount of sugar did the trick to get him going in the morning, and one or two energy drinks was enough for the rest of the day depending on his Quirk-usage.

His attention was taken away by the sudden appearance of a purple-haired woman with rabbit ears. Approaching him, she spoke loudly, almost too loud for how early it was. His coffee hadn't even set in completely yet. He lifted one eyebrow as the woman mentioned him not recognizing her. He rolled his eyes, then tapped the rim of his glasses with a large index finger. "Surprisingly, despite the glasses, I'm pretty good at remembering the faces of other agents, Mila. But I'm glad you have a lot of faith in my dwindling memory as I get older. Once I'm forty I'll be relying on other's to make sure I remember to put my shoes on in the morning." He groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, still waiting for my saving grace to kick in more. It's good to see you, Mila. Honestly. A familiar face makes work much more bearable." He looked over his shoulder, and saw Ines move away to talk to another woman with a rather eerie appearance. She certainly stood out, though. He turned back to Mila. "I would have introduced Ines to you, but she seems to have found a new target. Be glad it isn't you." Before taking another sip of coffee, he stopped and shrugged. "Yet." He took a look at how much coffee he had left, and frowned as he saw he had not even a quarter of his cup left. He would have to refill before they got to work.

As he was talking to Mila, Aadia began the meeting, and Immaneul shut his mouth as she explained their assignment. His face was like stone as he listened with his full attention. All his time in the D.S.J, he found focusing on an assignment was almost therapeutic to him. Helped keep his mind from busy, and if not his mind, his body. He was nearly positive he was the only person who didn't have a television in his apartment out of the entire Special Division, just because he despised mindless entertainment like that. At least with a radio he had to focus on what was playing.

Once Aadia concluded with her briefing, Immanuel picked up the piece of paper in front of him, ungracefully folding it and putting it in his pants pocket, not wanting to lose it by keeping it in his jacket pocket so it would fall out. He made sure it was snug in there before he chugged down the last of his coffee, swallowing it all and stifling a burp by patting his chest a couple times. He stood up, picking his jacket up off the back of his chair and throwing it on. He looked to Mila and patted her on the shoulder. "Seems like we'll be splitting up here. Let's catch up some time over a drink. I have plenty of stories about Paris. Honestly, more than I wish I did. Also, call me Manny. Or Immanuel, whatever the hell you want to call me. We're coworkers, and I'm not your boss, so there's no need for any 'Mr. Größel' or anything like that. Being called Mr. Größel makes me feel way older than I am. I'm still a young, spry thirty."

He mustered a slight grin at her, then proceeded to walk over to Eloise. He was familiar with her PR work, as she was pretty much the face of the D.S.J. With her as their leader, he was positive that any sort of public image they had to uphold, she would be able to do it with little to no problem. He was happy that whatever higher power there was, he never had that responsibility. He despised anything having to do with the press, and avoided it if he could. Along with being his saving grace, he had heard that she had a rather unique Quirk, and Immanuel was rather curious to see it in action if he had the chance.

He looked over to Yuri's group and scrunched up his nose as he watched Marco begin stretching. "I'll be honest, Eloise, I'm so happy that I don't have to deal with team-building stretches." He turned back to her with a frown on his face. "Also, as nice as what you said is, I'm no leader. I've only ever lead one squad before starting here, and I don't think the higher-ups liked me very much." He shrugged, looked next over to where Ines was. "Now hopefully Ines can stop drooling for long enough to realize we have work to do, and the rest pick up the pace as well."

Spoiler: Mentions/Interactions

Mentions: Aadia The One Eyed Bandit , Sybil callisto , Marco Castello
Interactions: Ines cinnabuns , Mila Rantos , Eloise simj26

 

[Hanarei]

Lynn Kriegerr
Overseer​

Lynn sat quietly with her hood up listening in as she darted her eyes briefly to glance at everyone else now that things were settled with the meeting get a good idea of their appearances in a way creating her own IDs of them in her own mind. It made it helpful to have kind of more... still images to recall from particularly if she ever needed to relay someone else's image directly to another person... at least one that came off professional. The teem seemed a bit like oddballs, though given the job it wasn't really unexpected. The Suits despite sounding to be a much more formal organization was going to still have plenty with that sort of 'superhero' vibe that was only going to end up shining through. It wasn't as if the organization had infinite resources to groom people to be a certain way... after all you had no control over who had what quirk and not all quirks were naturally useful for taking on criminal activity.

With the names being called out, Lynn wasn't very surprised to hear her own role being kept more independent. She figured her powers were far to useful for communications, something that could serve useful on a broad scope of tasks. In a way it singled her out from the others, though it wasn't something she cared all that much for. She tended to be fine acting in some part on her own at times. It wasn't as if her own mind really acted as a great escape given her Quirk. She nodded in response to her position and again when being assigned to a team to be deployed directly with on the current task. Hear Eloise she glanced at her before wandering over not in any real rush. She figured just heading straight over who get her to arrive quick enough while others would likely be briefly distracted.

She glanced about looking to the others who she would be partnered with. Her eyes shifted Immanuel hearing him speak. His comment about Ines would of caused her eyes to roll had she not been disciplined enough to contain her emotions inside her own mind. She couldn't help she got pitted with a bunch of heathens to start with. She could only imagine the rush of thoughts she would be subjected to at once. It was unavoidable either way, she would of had to been introduced to them at some point in such a 'intimate' level. She stepped forward glancing up letting her face be more visible despite keeping the hood up as she offered her hand, primarily towards Eloise though truthfully it matter little who would shake it first.

"I will need you all to connect to my Mindnet. I would advise keeping your thoughts at least mildly contained. If you are the type to talk out loud in your head be advised I can hear it just as loudly as you can so attempt to keep such discussed mentally to materials related to our work. All things caught with your sight is cataloged into my mind with other senses able to be gathered to a more diminished extent. All information gathered in such a matter will be used exclusively for D.S.J. mission use and will not be given out to third parties. Private information gathered will be kept confidential under section 176 and 232b of the DSJ operation guidelines. If you accept the terms of service simply comply with a handshake and you will be entered into the cloud."


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[Rantos]

Mila Ludlam
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A beaming smile, like that of a child, oddly fitting. The humming began early, as Mr.Größel spoke Mila provided the soft tunes, a perfect BGM from the throat passed through her upward turned lips. Not loud enough to interrupt. Yet even for all her humming and the metronomic swaying of her head, sashay, sashay. It was clear she paid attention to every word, hanging herself on each syllable. But the degree that she listened and absorbed his words, only she would know. It was comforting to have someone she knew, even if only slightly. In her periphery, Mila witnessed and acknowledged the others as they walked in. Their shapes, and sizes, and smells. And what a strong smell it was, so fishy. She noticed them but chose to focus on Mr.Größel as he talked, because the words that came forth were, comforting. Damn sickening dependence.

And the world dimmed. So absorbed in conversation Mila hardly noticed until Mr.Größel himself turned to face Ms.Darnallson. She spoke with command. Her voice held Mila's ears, those stuffed with fluff and cartilage alike. Her voice held Mila's ears and refused to let go. Not many people have a voice so strong, the kind to inspire immediate respect. But Ms.Darnallson sure as hell did. The topic of the mission was one Mila had already been minorly acquainted with. The Frumious Five has Mila had come to call them despite direct orders saying otherwise. She had never been on a mission to stop them, but she's seen all too many of the aftermaths.

The assignment had been given, papers passed, and next came the teams. Mila listened for her name, and oddly enough she had trouble finding it. The first round of names whiffed by her completely. Not until the second round led by Mr.Größel's name was Mila listening. Yet, even then, where was her name? Surely, she must have misheard the second batch of names called. Surely process of elimination couldn't have demanded she was on the first team. As she turned to see none other than the man himself leave his seat all suspicions were confirmed. He even gave a fond farewell, how kind.

"Wait, Mr.Größel don't go! My hand can only reach so far, and you're only getting further and further." True to her claims, as she reached out Mila grabbed nothing but coattail dust. Further and further he walked away. Well. There went her one lifeline. One he was naught but a speck in the horizon, on the other side of the same room, Mila delated. The air leaving her body from her mouth, a mass exodus some may call a "sigh." She placed her head on the table and reached out one last time. "I hope you don't mind Mr.Größel, but calling you Manny just feels too, weird." She spoke to the dust.

What was one to do in this situation? Slam their hands on the table? Stand up with enough force to launch the chair back from behind them? Declare their next action loud and proud for no particular reason? Such actions would be full of wasted movements with no real guaranty of making a good impression. But look at that, Mila had done it all anyway. Nothing if not excess.

"Oi, Long Blonde and Handsome! Your form's all outta wack." Lie. "Let me show you what's good!" In truth, the man's form was good enough for a nice visual snack, but joining in stretching quietly, passively, just didn't seem fun. So, Mila jumped in, with long exaggerated movements she showed the man her personal stretching techniques. Unorthodox in nature, stretching that seemed closer to yoga with large motions and prolonged stances. "Watch the legs, boys, check what the ankles are doing." And in the midst of it all, Mila's eyes wanted to those of the field leader's. If he was indeed paying attention then he would see Mila smile and nod in the midst of all the stretching. A silent acknowledgment. "I see you. I'm ready to follow you." Or at least Mila hopped that was the message that got across.

 

[Life.]

Peter Hewlett
As he predicted, the blonde hair man was quick to burst out a loud, rambunctious laugh, although he was the only one to react to Peter's tardiness. Which brought him a sigh of relief as he walked over to stood close to Marco, his eyes looking over the members of the room once more before the lights dimmed for their attention to be drawn over to the projections in front of them. The images and information presented were captured with Peter's eyes and stored in his mind. The concentration of visuals were key for his eidetic memory, so even his breathing had slowed as he focused much of his attention ahead. But once the bright lights of the room were turned back on, Peter had to squint from the drastic change of light.

Immediately, he began linking the names Aadia had announced, for the team he was a member in, to their faces. Marco, Eledone, Mila, and himself, all under the leadership of Yuri. A fine, young man for the place. While he may have more experience compared to the younger man, Peter knew that there was a certain compassion Yuri had more than himself. It was one of the few things he heard about the man, and judging from his outward demeanor, he appeared kind.

As for the other members, Peter was familiar with Mila and more than anyone, Marco. Eledone was an interesting figure as she was an adorable, young woman with tentacles for hair. Thus probably answering the seafood aroma in the air. It was quite a distinct scent, but one that did not bother Peter. In fact, it intrigued him. If her tentacles produce the same smell like any other seafood, does this mean that her tentacles also function the same as octopi? Could she perhaps provide him with ink? It didn't hurt to ask, which Peter planned to do so with a foot lifted up, ready to step forward towards the cute gal, until he felt himself being pulled strongly towards his left.

An odd grumble-squeal escaped the older man's lips as almost all the air inside of Peter's lungs were squished out of him from Marco's sudden embrace. "Mahco-yes-got-you-back," Peter's feeble attempt at normal speech while being pressed by the strong man. It wasn't like Peter was fit, but Marco was a beast. Once he was free of his friend's embrace, he rubbed his shoulder and heaved out a huge breath to retrieve an even larger inhalation to restore what had been lost. He glanced over and saw the zealous man already stretching for the mission as if it was going to be crashing in any second now, and shortly after rabbit-eared Mila had joined him--trying to correct the man's stretches.

Before Peter could say anything to Marco and Mila, Yuri, the group leader spoke. "I believe everyone is ready when you a--wait, I think I may have forgotten my ink," as he was responding to the young man's words, Peter had been feeling around his coat to see if he had picked up his supplies of ink. Finding nothing but lint, it appeared as though in his quick haste this morning, Peter had skipped over to grab some ink. Then his earlier thought popped up back into his mind, "Oh, that's fine. I'll just grab it or, Miss Eledone Anker, may I ask you a weird question pertaining to your Quirk? Can you produce ink as octopi do in the wild?"

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Castello
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[soggyparadise]

Eledone had been relieved to find the meeting hadn't begun without her, savoring the few moments of relative peace where she was able to get comfortable, pulling out a rather adorable notepad that was covered with smiling penguins and octopi. A cousin of hers on her mother's side had sent it from Japan after a visit to the aquarium and the DSJ agent now found it perfect for taking brief notes in. After all- sometimes she could be a bit forgetful and jotting down the important things kept her on the right track.
In neat cursive like script she carefully wrote the date, doodling a little cloud bubble around them before she set her pen down on top of the page. Everything was now set for the meeting, the squid girl crossing her ankles under her seat as one of her tentacles tucked itself behind her ear.

However just a moment later the peace of the soft chatter in the room was interrupted by a sudden new presence at the doorway followed by an all too familiar over the top voice. The Danish woman could tell who it was without any need to turn her head; Eloise, the DSJ's own personal idol. At least that is what she reminded her of ever since she'd first had to watch boys drool over her videos in training. She'd always seemed a bit fake- and it seems that was proven right by how she toned herself down into a personality that was much more believable.
Either way, it seemed she was now her direct superior so she'd get a chance to get to know the real her.

Following the Idol was an entrance that was even more jarring. A female "slinkying" her way into the room in such a way she appeared to be as flexable as a straw. It took her a moment to adjust, accepting this as just another product of this world of quirks as she had so many before it, before she was pulled back to the present by the girl's friendly greeting. "Oh good morning- no need to worry, we haven't even begun yet." She said reassuringly, her Danish accent prominent but not encumbering as she spoke.

Briefly her attention was drawn to the door once more as a slightly nervous looking gentleman entered the room- he seemed nice enough, in fact everyone in the room did. Which was quite a relief to the still relatively new rookie. After all she'd just became an official agent three short months ago and after a short stint in the Forensic department she was already transferred to a special unit- she must've been doing something right, and so must've all the other people in the room.

Eledone was pulled back from her thoughts as she looked to the front of the room where an elegant looking woman stood in front of a projector- Agent Darnallson, she seemed to be preparing to begin, causing Eledone to sit up a bit straighter in an attempt to appear more attentive, however just as she began focusing a certain few words pierced through the light chatter in the room.

"Now, now, now. Isn't that a fine morsel?"

The tone of the voice caused goosebumps to raise over her arms and she instinctively looked in the direction of it's owner, only to find a rather gorgeous woman with the widest grin she'd ever seen looking her up and down. Almost immediately she felt her face become warm, she looked down at her notebook quickly, hoping the blush that she was adorning her cheeks wasn't as obvious as she knew it must be.

Thank the gods that at that moment Aadia decided it appropriate to begin the meeting and Eledone could at least attempt to focus on the subject of their upcoming mission. A crime spree in outer Berlin, five unregistered quirk users, one of which possessing some power useful for get aways- it seemed standard but she could understand why it was challenging to solve. A good first mission for the squad all in all.
As she jotted down some bullet points on the case she listened to the teams that were being formed, the names not very familiar except for the squad leaders and those whom she'd heard introduce themselves. However as she looked up and saw the agents in the room dispersing she picked up her notebook, walking a bit closer to her squad leader Yuri, a tad relieve to have him instead of the over the top Idol despite wanting to get to know the real her.
But for now she was satisfied with her own team- and she was sure she'd have a chance to work with everyone in the future.

Eledone looked over her squad once more, a bit unsure of how to interact as they seemed to immediately get into the swings of things, , ,however odd it may be. She watched as Marco, the handsome blond, sniffed the air, suddenly feeling a little self conscious of her own sent as she touched one of her tentacles gingerly but his attention seemed quickly drawn away by the declaration of pre-mission stretches and roughhousing with the poor guy who came in last and looked less than psyched to be in his grasp.

As Yuri began to speak, Eledone turned to face him, turning her attention from the stretchers as the other female in the group attempted to show Marco how things were really done. She appreciated their leader and his opportunity for them to share anything they felt necessary as she knew from experience a superior who listened to their agents was most certainly a good one but as she didn't have any concerns herself she just shook her head, offering a kind smile. "No i'm fine- I'm really happy to work with all of you as well" She spoke as clearly as she could, trying to mask her accent a bit as she'd often heard stereotyped that to others Danish people sound as though they're speaking with a potato in their mouth.

She was a bit surprised when Peter said her full name however, turning her attention to him, only for her cheeks to flush a soft pink. She could technically produce her own ink- but the thought of it only stirred memories of her school years when she'd spray ink on her clothes whenever she'd get startled. She offered a slightly flustered smile but nodded. "Please- just Eledone is fine, and yes, i suppose I could, but it can be a little messy to jar properly, i'd have to have my head upside down to do it properly." She said while fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. "If you'd like i could? Though I don't want it to be more of a hassle for you in the end."