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Antonia knew how to work a crowd, she'd been in front of people since before she could talk. Before the incident, she'd harnessed charm and charisma like a shield. Even into her partying years, she'd made fast, if superficial, friends easily. It had always felt like a bit of an act, like she was an alien carefully observing those around her, echoing their mannerisms, but she was good at it. It was a role she'd come to enjoy it, and the idealized person she became under the limelight, like stepping out of her own skin. Something had changed after the incident, like a little ball of coal or poison inside her. Every time a big public event came up it filled her up with dread. She didn't know if it was a newfound social anxiety developed after losing people close to her, or an environmental anxiety about a lot of people in a closed space or all of the above.

The last one she had done had been right after her promotion, thus far the majority of her work had been internal, working on projects for the company and getting the departments organized an in line after a few years of interim leadership had let protocols and policies lapse significantly. Over the last few months, plenty of concerning things had come to light, materials unaccounted for, unauthorized projects, closed door sales, and she had no idea how much of it had occurred during the interim leadership, and how much of it had been green-lit by her father. Even starting to sort it all out had been plenty of reason to stay focused and out of the limelight so far, preparation for the event had only added to the frenzy.

She's been buzzing like a live wire all day, fighting to appear charming and in control the way she used to. The space she'd found behind the more out of the way display was quieter than the rest of the hall, but by no means devoid of people. It was a display detailing some of the new clean energy efforts outfitting the building, showing the process of replacing the windows with solar cells and the immense undertaking of building a battery system to store enough energy to keep up with low light demands. The echos of the crowd still made their way over here, but at least no one was close enough for the voices to be in her head.

The voice behind her cut through the dull throb of noise from the rest of the room so unexpectedly that she jumped, nearly all of her muscles tensing, spinning to face the voice, the opposite direction that he'd stepped to become more visible, causing her to have to clumsily spin back around, face splitting into a wide grin when she was finally face to face with Silas. She could practically feel relief run through her veins, automatically leaning further toward him and gratefully taking the cream puff. "Disconnect? You really have gone into robot mode" she teased, her weight shifted to the balls of her feet, bouncing slightly as she repressed the need to wrap him up in her arms and spin him around. He didn't particularly like people touching him, and she knew that after he'd just been off in the field and they were at a public, professional event couldn't possibly be the right time. It didn't stop her from practically vibrating with excitement at seeing her best friend, the only person she'd been dying to tell about everything going on, "How ARE you?! Are you settling back in ok? How was the field?"





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Sybil placed one foot in front of the other, their stride making them stand out only slightly compared to the relaxed wandering of the customers around them. Sasha led the way with determined focus, her need to lead as both a trained sled dog and the dominant canine in her family unit propelling her forward with a slight swagger as her owner's thoughts raced with anxiety. 'Can't fault her for wanting to take the company in a new direction, but now, at a time when the company was most volatile? The Chief Executive Officer was murdered in cold blood, and you choose now to make waves? Might as well paint a massive target on the backs of every board member who openly supports the new regime...'

They slowed their pace, feet coming to a halt as their hand firmly resisted Sasha's tug on her lead. The Malamute frowned and sat down, tongue lolling out of the side of its mouth as it paused to assess the reason for their sudden stop. There was no number of tweaks Sybil could make to their face that wouldn't ultimately draw more attention than it would divert. 'What was even the point of this seminar? It's not like Genetic Nexus is at a stage where we have actual product to deliver. The neocortical tissues of a human are at least twice as complex as a chimpanzee's, and even then, the test results were dubious.' It felt like counting your chickens before they'd come home to roost. All it took was one enterprising fox to send everything tits up.

Sybil started to chew on their lower lip. It was loud in the building, a veritable chorus of people from all walks of life filling the room, a symphony of complexity that made up the city of Sentinel. It was deafening. Their hand reached into their inner jacket pocket, fingers closing around the case that held their earbuds. In a practiced motion, they flicked the case open and retrieved the audio devices, placing them carefully into their ears.

"Play, 'L'amour est un oiseau rebelle,' at sixty percent volume." The command took a fraction of a second to register, it would have been too fast for most people to notice, but Sybil had rebuilt the voice recognition system from the ground up, and the centisecond pause before the music started was a familiar relief. Bizet had lived and died in relative anonymity, a genius unappreciated in his time; and Sybil often felt the same way. The mezzo-soprano aria succeeded in drowning out extraneous noise, the room suddenly feeling empty despite the presence of thousands of people.

With renewed vigor, they made their way to the staff restricted portion of the building. One of the newer security agents stopped them, but once that had been sorted, most everyone else stayed out of their way. Back when Antonia's father had run the company, Sybil had been granted unrestricted access to everything RomeraTech. 'Ahh, Anton... Now there was a man with proper vision. If only his daughter had followed suit.' As they walked, they moved erratically, creating a roundabout path to their destination, on the off chance someone knew who they were and decided to follow them.

Sasha, for her part, moved with focus. They had run this path a few hundred times in the past few weeks, an exercise in dealing with the anxiety the seminar had been bringing on. Now that it was nearing showtime, they both moved with practiced confidence. As the pair reached the stairwell, Sybil ran up it two steps at a time, Sasha's paws confidently leading the way upward as her claws scratched against the cement. The duo had only gotten about halfway through their route when they stumbled across Antonia hiding behind one of the displays on electrical production; Silas was with her, to nobody's surprise.

Silence reigned supreme for a split second; the duple meter aria that had been playing stopped on the same beat that they had. For a moment, they could not help but feel like they were interrupting something. Then they started talking, almost without realizing it. "We are in place to phase out several solar initiatives in favor of HUC farms." Their words hung in the air awkwardly, why had they felt the need to speak, when they had clearly stumbled across a private conversation? Rather than shutting up, their mouth continued to move on its own, "Welcome back Silas, did you know Antonia was considering halting several of the Epsilon Protocols?" Without waiting for a response, they continued, "Not that we have time to open that can of worms."

Sybil reached forward and adjusted Antonia's tie slightly, "You practiced what you're going to say, right? A bad show now could tank the public's opinion of us, which would be the final nail in the coffin for our first quarter. Do you got that? You can't mess this up."

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Streets skirted by spindly trees spill sleepy leaves coloured with decay.































After death, the concept of a journey is meant to dissipate. The vanishing point of our existence, the very nature of death is to be an absence.

And yet here She is, much to ample chagrin, not absent.

Swathed in black like the curling of a creek at dusk, She is seated next to him like a sister crone of fate. A fractured reflection, Grayson still remembers the first time he saw his post-mortem grandmother.

“Ohh!” The waking horror as she ran gemstone fingers along the ivory silk lining. ”This casket feels cheap!”

Apprehensive ashen eyes had affixed the woman throughout the entire funeral, watching her fuss over the state of her own cadaver. Charcoal shawl and wide brimmed hat to match, she’d orbited the room to nit-pick whilst unbeknownst friends and family stood to speak about her grandiose legacy.

Tacky flowers, she’d sniffed. No wine, she’d grovelled. Why did you bury me in that, she’d anguished. Who did my makeup? Ugly.

Grayson had made the mistake of snorting at the folly of standing metres from one’s own body to gripe and complain, earning not only his family's rampant ire but his grandmother's acknowledgement. And thus, for a decade his very dead grandma visited intermittently to be a pest.

Stormy features with a palette to match, he is facing the stream of citizens that mill the festival booths. Watching them braid and fray apart like ceaseless tides, he is pondering, maybe, how lonely Oatmeal must be right now. Sat on a bench with a newspaper in hand, he’d composed himself to a vision of “inconspicuous” just to divert any unwanted attention. He knows SOTO’s increased presence isn’t a well hidden secret, but he doesn’t want the citizens throwing glances over their shoulder with the frequency of a criminal. So he stays put, preoccupied with the newspaper (so discreet!) as he waits for a glimpse or cursive whisper from beyond to give him direction.

He never could’ve imagined he’d use it, this ability for an instrument. Carve it like a blade against whetstone made just for retribution; he still does not know what it is for, what he should do; to seize or solder into liquid.

Split to either margins of the veil like a bird of bad omen, it would be more palatable to think such tragic happenings weren’t by their own making. Some blazing strip of fate resigning him to something beyond; a plan set in motion, a promised search for a reason. But the dead are fickle and loud, no matter the recent, the aged, the unlucky or the proclaimed saved, and Grayson has learned his purpose remains unchartered as the Bermuda.

Much like the others, he doesn’t deign to acknowledge her arrival, not in public at least. She has settled beside him like a coal vulture, long bony frame held in a haggard coat of black feathers and haunt of clove cigarettes. Swats her voice and hyssop perfume away as easily as oil to water.

Some talk of the weather, he ignores it so. Her unwanted opinion on a teenager’s dyed hair makes him spare a glance upwards, he was equally as nosy as he was judgmental. And the question for a cigarette has him shifting inches away. Only after all of this did Grayson’s purposeful silence garner his grandmother’s attention.

“Oh, I see how it is,” she is measured with scorn, “too good to chat with your elders.”

Grayson exhales slowly from his nose, and makes a point to flip the page loudly and dramatically. Busy. He wants to tell her, hopes she’ll read between his petulance. Busy on important business.

“You’re not even reading.” Her breath sounds clotted with water and river weeds, but a sentence like this is bound to catch the medium’s attention, and he is nothing but obedient in heeding it like a mutt to venison.

“I most certainly am.” He responds quietly and clears his throat, tilts an imperial chin and gives the newspaper a small shuffle, as all newspaper-reading folk do. “I like the Sentinel Tribune.” Having to lie has always bloomed him with apprehension, and it grows in increments under the needle of what he assumes is his grandmother's ogling from behind the cat eye sunglasses. It pushes in hives at his skin, dishonesty has never been his forte.

“Then why is the paper upside down.”

Silver-eyed & spite-seething iris slowly slid to glare over the top of the pages.

Grayson needed to learn how to banish ghosts. Not for their sake, but his own.

“Maybe I like it this way.” He grits through teeth, a passive aggressive smile in encouragement for his grandmother to leave. Busy! Busy on important professional business!

“Maybe you’re weird,” she says as she fusses with the brooch connecting her shawl. “You need to get a wife.”

“Well at least I’m not dead.”

It strikes like a fist, and the offended silence was deafening. Suspending an eternity of eerie interval, for the swell of several moments she is elsewhere, stalled to a stop. Her head slowly turns to still on Grayson, and he tries to mutter a guilty sorry, but it was too late for the senile spectral.

“That was fucking rude.”

“I said sorry-”

“Three nights I battled that fever!” She wails and Grayson looks away like a chastened child. “Three! Only to have my yuppie grandson treat me like this?!” A narrow finger stabs at his shoulder, and he veers his body away from the uncomfortable static that blooms beneath the digit press.

“I am not being completely unreasonable!” He has forgotten it is strange to argue with invisible entities, lowering the newspaper to fully invest his ire. ”You are dead!”

“You’re about to be dead soon, bitch.”

“I- I beg your pardon—“ Mouth agape and stuttering in professional indignation, Grayson watched his melodramatic grandmother stand and strut away in her long layers of black. “You can't say that!”

“I curse this bloodline!” She yells back with a flourished arm, and he waits till she has melted into a seam of people before mimicking it in high pitched timbre.

I CuRse thIs bLooDLinE.

“I’ll make sure you stay dead.” He grumbles, rotating the paper the correct way up like an irate child. “Forever.”

Then he turns to make eye contact with a frightened mother and child sitting at the other end of the bench.

Oh my god.

Why.

“The— the trees.” He would fault how his ribs stutter in alarm, spins with a panic that consumes him beyond coherency. “I want the trees to stay dead— ” he tries to explain, but the mother is already hurrying their child to a stand. “I’m not going to kill you!” Exasperated and looking more suspicious by the minute, he is horrified as he watches the pair flee on hasty feet, allowing Grayson to sit and suffer in his own company.

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Vera listened to Ichabod's commentary on the mission plan with a mixture of amusement and mild annoyance which are two common feelings the female usually has when conversing with the other party in question. It was no secret that they didn't always see eye to eye when it came to their methods and objectives, but she couldn't deny the effectiveness of his skills and the undeniable results he brought to the Red Court. Especially when it came to the guild's means and methods above all, even if they were not enjoyed.

His late arrival, however, did not go unnoticed, and she couldn't resist a playful jab at him. Vera could not expect any less from a cockroach crawling out of the crevice whenever it suited.
"Miss ya? Maybe like a rash that won't go away,"
she retorted, a smirk playing on her lips. Vera had a knack for handling his sarcasm and banter, and she knew he wasn't one to dwell on pleasantries. Especially when she realized her partner was a no-show. It was not like Stefano to ditch mid-plan. What happened to the Red Prince? Did he get cold feet at the last second? Wildcard scoffed the latter, thinking that it was in fact time to proceed with this plan to be brought and wrestled into action.

When Stefano was a no-show, that usually meant taking the reigns as a leader herself, which she will. For now... that is. Hopefully, he did not take a flight, otherwise, there is going to be some shit getting stirred up by none other than Vera herself if that is the case. As much as she knew she was a capable leader fit for the Red Court, Vee had her hands full with her business which was now 24/7, and therefore her business partner was proven to be quite the point. Speaking of which, looking at the male in front of her, she took a mental note of a lovely discussion they would be having if all this fiasco was quite a success.

As they approached the scrapyard and encountered the locked gate, they heard the tease about her apparent oversight her eyes rolled, and shot back,
"Well, aren't you the perfectionist? You and your high standards. We can't all be as meticulous as you, Ichy. Doesn't make me any less of a Red Court as you."
She held up the wire to let him through and led the way to the blimp, his surprise at the sight of the massive airship not going unnoticed. Vera couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction.
"Yes, it's a blimp. And it's going to be our ticket to making a grand entrance,"
she explained briefly. The blimp had its eccentricities, but it was meant to make a statement.

Seeing his now more intrigued side by the plans she laid out for the mission, especially the use of red gas and the puns on the playing cards. His approval brought a small smile to her face.
"Glad you appreciate the puns. We want it to be memorable, after all. And what is more memorable than a great laugh at the circus?"
she replied, her tone more serious now with a cackling laugh of her own she was quite known for when she was up to no good, her arms widespread and taking a full turn, the blimp slightly settled making a metal clank noise,
"Oops, anyways..."
she proceeded before letting him know a grand surprise.

It was no secret that Vera was mentally unstable and her MO was that of being a classified clown. A quite sadistic clown. A joker if you may. She loves to add her own touch to a circus and can go to extreme lengths. That should be enough of a hint for her guild mate to know who devised the plan. This part at least. When it came to Stefano's part, clearly it needed to be worked on by none other than her again. For fuck's sake you leave one thing for the man and it still has to be taken over. He was correct. The Red Court did lay low on the act of terrors but this was going to be quite the return on their many eventful activities to have those stuck-up SOTO's trying to track them and fail.

From the glint in his matching grey-blue eyes, she could tell he was still not fully convinced. She was certain that the last act was more down his alley one way or another.

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"Awh, don't get so pouty. You're still here to steal the show are you not?"
she commented with a fake pout forming on her scarlet red lips before her two silver pierced lenses marked towards the bloody card. Feeling a sudden shudder run across her body, the female parted her lips as she looked at how the droplets dripped down from the edges of her fingertips and down to the rusty floor which was enhancing the strong scent of iron. Especially when she noticed his excitement was as palpable as her own now.

A silent gasp of amusement escaped her parted lips, overexaggerating on purpose as their silver-blue eyes locked in already historied intimacy, before letting her gaze follow his every move as he knelt before her. She rested the tip of her index under his chin to encourage him to give it a try as she leaned forward just the slightest for ease. Returning the courtesy of keeping their eye contact, she let her own tongue slowly brush along her upper lip upon instinct, wanting to taste the crimson liquid herself.
"Whilst you may be hidden in the crevices, you surely have not lost your touch to make a lady weak in the knees,"
the thumb of the hand that was holding his chin brushed briefly against his lip, getting some sanguine stains from the corner of his lip and lifting her thumb to her own, taking a taste of her own masterpiece.
"Mmm, yes. Let's say I'm well-sourced. I'm glad my artistic touch indulged you, among many other things."
she replied with a sly grin.

Leaning back up herself as he pulled away she flicked the stained card in between her fingers and placed it resting in her hair,
"Ha, how fitting. It's a joker."


Turning to face the steering wheel of this mechanical contraption, she let her gloved hands, the prosthetic of her left fingers click against the rusted metal.
"And quite the ride it will be. The charge is mine, for now,"
she emphasized the last two words of that sentence, she knew that the mantle was not hers and she did not want it either way,
"or at least till the Red Prince decides to grace us with his presence from his short absence. But that shall be discussed after... for now..."


The other hand went to her ear to tap the little bud of tech piece inside, activating it to open the communication between the Red Court Members that were previously given the communication devices.
"Come in, Flashfire. Do you copy? Come to the coordinates I just sent you. Be here as soon as possible. Over."
her previously timed message that was set on auto just sent Henry the coordinates of the scrapyard where they currently are. She had previously instructed Henry to prepare her little playroom for when the Parekh little heiress got kidnapped before further instructions were given.

Turning around swiftly to face her current partner's face, addressing his concern with a more serious look on her face that was rarely taken seriously in the first place, "Now now, you may have popped up last minute. But," she brushed past him towards the back of the blimp,
"Your body will be inside this blimp. I have assigned Flashfire as your bodyguard while you're ... indisposed,"
she gestured with both her hands moving forward.
"He can then safely escort you to the casino and lead you in the heiress' body towards the room you need to leave her in. It's going to be quite a fun night if all goes as planned."
she clapped excitedly.

Going to the duffel bag that was stored under the control desk,
"At least Stefano did one thing right, he dropped the needed guns should shit hit the fan on our way back. Speaking of which..."
her hand went to her ear again,
"Come in Fangs. Do you have eyes on the target? Over."


Despite Viv was one of their newest members, Vee knew her shapeshifting was impeccable for blending in the crowd of the city. That made her the perfect pair of eyes on land as they flew across for dearest Ichy to possess the said pipsqueak. She was awaiting further instructions from her before knowing the direction they needed to head in order to drop their little surprise at the correct points, after all. Vee already briefed Viv on her part due to being segregated from them,
"Also Fangs, a slight change in plans. The Red Prince is a bit indisposed, he sent Revenant in instead, you can head to the coordinates I have sent once he got her so you can assist me in Phase 2. Over."


With that, they awaited Henry to grace them with his presence on such short notice she had given him after all.

With the preparations in place and Ichabod together with the team now fully briefed, it was time to execute their audacious plan and make their presence once again known in Sentinel City.





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A bright grin on her face, Lucy couldn't help but agree with Rhys' choice of spread. Both options sound and smelled amazing! The fact that they were fresh and you could still see the steam coming off of them? Even better. Just the thought of all the food around her was enough to make her tummy rumble, though she paid it little mind.

"Sounds perfect!"
she agreed, tilting her head back to look up at her friend properly. Curse her short stature! While normally it played to her favor, in moments like this it certainly didn't help or make conversations easy at times.

As he turned back to the grill and she attempted her heist, she jumped, a small squeak escaping her lips at the sudden feeling of Rhys' hand over hers, his breath tickling her ear. A flush quickly spread across her face, quickly climbing up to claim her ears as well as she attempted to stammer out a reply as she turned, so she was facing him once again.

"U-um...y-yes of course..."
she trailed off, laughing awkwardly, trying to cover up her embarrassment at how close they were.

Saved by the 'ding!' of the oven, Lucy let out a small sigh of relief as Rhys turned to take the current batch out of the oven. Once his back was to her, she sagged in relief, shoulders slumping as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. It didn't mean anything, they were friends, this was their thing, she tried to sneak bits of food from his stall whenever they had events and he caught her. Then, like he was now, he'd turn and offer her something that he had just finished, and everything would be back to normal.

Yes. Normal. Just breathe, Lucy...

She smiled, feeling a tad more relaxed when he turned back to face her, holding out a cookie straight from the fresh batch.
"Thank you."
she mumbled, accepting the treat gratefully. Bringing it up to her mouth to nibble at, her grin melted into a look of delight.

"Delicious!"
she cheered, her earlier cheer coming right back to her as she hurried to compliment him on his skills. Surely he knew he was an amazing chef, but she never wanted him to believe that she didn't think of him as amazing.
"You've made so much already, how much more do you have to make still? Or are you taking a break soon?"






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He swept his hands across the table, pulling the chips to him with a cheeky grin and shrugging as if to apologize.
"I truly am sorry, gentlemen, you know how these games go."
There was some grumbling, but they conceded with little complaint. He stacked the chips in a little tower of sorts and admired it with a faint smile. They weren't much of a competition, but they had enough cash to make winning entirely delectable. These easy winnings scored him one of the nicer homes in this part of town, humble, but spacious with three bedrooms and a terrace. More space than he needed, honestly, but after living a cramped lifestyle with two struggling parents, he intended to enjoy his space.

His earpiece crackled with Vera's voice drifted through, an order. And a location. His tekpad vibrated in his pocket. He rose from the table with a brilliant smile.
"Another day?"
He offered, earning himself a few glares and a sigh. The flame roiled under his skin, pushing to be let out, warming against his veins. He usually didn't play with his fire at the poker table. It made everyone else nervous. He was polite, at least. He chuckled as he made his way to the cashier's cage. He pulled out his tekpad, scanning the coordinates. Not far, but he would need to drive. Park a few blocks away, and then walk up. He pressed his fingers to his earpiece,
"Copy that, Wildcard. Be there soon."
He approached the counter, setting his chips down and pushing them to the cashier. The middle aged man, someone who worked this morning shift often, gave him an exasperated sigh at the sight of him.

"Again, Henry? This doesn't seem very fair." The cashier said, taking the proffered chips and starting the exchange. Henry leaned against the counter, peering over the edge.

"Poker isn't fair, maybe they should just be better. Then they wouldn't lose so often. For my sake, I hope they do keep losing. I like winning."
He tapped the counter as the cashier finished counting. The man rolled his eyes again and handed him his stack of cash. Henry gave him a cheeky smile and tipped his head in thanks. He shoved it into his pockets and then rubbed his hands together, causing a flame to spark and roll between his two palms. Much better. He strolled through the casino, opening an inconspicuous side door and winding through the hallways to the back entrance. While Vera hadn't given him a plan, this was a step forward. A location. He would get the full plan, he was sure, when there was little chance for anyone to overhear them. He pushed open a door marked exit and stepped into the cool October air. His lungs immediately cooled, and Henry sighed with pleasure. The heat could be unbearable, and he loved when the weather was enough to combat his inner flame. A blessing and a curse.

He slid into his car, it was simple, not quite as ostentatious as it could have been, but it was enough to get him around. He slid into the driver's seat, reaching over to toss this morning's winnings into the glove box. He glanced at the coordinates again on his map. Ten minutes? Fifteen? Depending on how far he would decide to walk. Henry rolled the window down as he pulled out of the backlot of the casino. He followed his GPS as far as he felt was comfortable and parked along a quiet strip of road. He slid out of the car, and locked it. A block or two away from the scrapyard. He stepped into the cool air, forgoing a jacket and started his trek to the scrapyard. It took him about five minutes to arrive, another two to properly find the cut wire that would allow him through.

Henry spotted the blimp before he spotted his fellow Red Court members, and his eyes widened in surprise. This was certainly going to be a spectacle. It had Vera written all over it. He approached the entrance an spotted Vera and Ichabod inside. He let his eyes flit across both of them, enjoying the sight for just a moment before he glanced around.
"Good morning, you two, what a pleasant surprise. Vera, a pleasure,"
he dipped his head to her in greeting and then gave Ichy a raised brow, pleasantly surprised to see him.
"Haven't seen you in ages, Ichy."
He scanned the area around them, noticing the packages that the blimp was carrying. He titled his head to the side, curious.
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finding friends who were attentive to one's emotions was the easiest for naomi─her field was full of them, and whatever unease she may have been feeling hardly slipped passed them without worry. as if on queue, not just a friend nor just a co-worker, but her favorite cousin, seemed to have sensed the anxiety in her veins right away. just as quickly as florence had noticed, naomi found herself side by side with her in just a matter of seconds, and her cousin's reassurance was enough to fully pull her out of her pessimism before it could fester any further.

she commented: "i just feel like there's more that i could be saying, ya'know? something that doesn't make me sound like a biased, broken record." or maybe the captain should stay seen and not heard when it came to telling curious minds that it was the place for them and for their children? there goes the pessimism again.

naomi's eyes followed the back of flo's head as she watched her claim a position behind the booth. that was another thing naomi was grateful about florence for. she never had to ask or plead for her to pick up her part of the work when it came to TEC affairs. it was never a worry to begin with, but whenever she felt the load off her shoulders, naomi couldn't help but internally praise florence for her stellar work ethic.

'you got this, girl' instigated and instant smile, teeth this time, and it showed that it was something that naomi needed to hear at that moment. her eyes crinkled at the corners slightly at the way her face finally cracked into two. it may have been brief, as her face softened back to normal, but happiness was clear.

"i do, don't i?" she muttered rhetorically before turning on her heel to face the crowd of goers again. it never seemed to have dissipated, only further grew, as late attendees filed in to learn more about what the enrichment center and greenfield had to offer. internally, she cursed the number of parents ushering towards the greenfield information tent when their children's eyes never left TEC's.

in this case, maybe naomi was a little biased on the inside. okay, a lot.

the eyes never lied, and naomi watched the sparkle in some children's eyes dim whenever they were bombarded with "normalcy" talk. when their parents took the greenfield information cards and pamphlets, it nearly sealed their fates. fear was a bitch and it operated the minds of parents whose lineage had never seen a mutant a day in their life (and where intent as hell to keep it that way).

nonetheless, it wasn't in the captain's best interest to judge parents for their decisions. gimini-x could judge harshly, and so could naomi keating, but this was neither the time nor the place for it. the fall festival called the captain of the enrichment center to operate the smooth-running of her tent, not any other identity she went by. therefore, she had no choice but to tear her gaze away from the greenfield tent which gathered a crowd like her own.

a few short seconds passed and keating was met with another familiar face: samira choi. friend, co-worker, and certified badass assistant captain. naomi was feeling more relaxed than ever now that she slinked into a position beside her. "you're totally fine, the rest of us are doing a pretty good job with keeping this thing afloat." she added, pushing whatever nerves were left in her body to her foot as it swayed from side to side on her high heel.

"no disasters, thankfully! flo and i have been running the tent while david went to take a break," she added, simultaneously fixing her gaze to scan the crowd for said familiar name. when naomi finally landed eyes on him, a slight chuckle escaped her lips at his company. "and i think he's already found himself a good distraction," she motioned towards charlie who seemingly had his eyes locked on david already.

"you think those two could ever make small talk that didn't use TEC as a foundation?" naomi joked, another laugh escaping from her as she teased her two friends.

































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"always have, dearest lakshmi," a cheeky grin split ulysses' face into two as he recognized the familiar voice approaching from behind him. out of respect, he turned his back away from her, ensuring that she would only be met in high regard and with undivided attention. before he could continue, maeve bishop chimed in, a closer colleague within the myriad that he oso admired in more ways than one. and her jealous comment, sealed with a signature playful pout, made him retort with an equally playful and slow tsk tsk tsk.

"maeve's right 'n besides," his voice trails off momentarily, taking a closer position towards maeve yet simultaneously careful to respect her space, "a man never kisses and tells." that, and there were better things to be attentive to. they needed to be prepared and swift when the cargo arrived, careful to make no fuck ups. the fall festival had been the perfect opportunity for the group to carry out their plan, but that didn't change the fact that they still needed to be alert when it came to their surroundings. regardless of the distance between the dock and the event, security was at its peak.

ulysses' entire presence almost grew rigid and silent in response to the static of the field radio sounding into the voice of matt's. only an estimated ten minutes left until their target of interest arrived. closer than before yet still too much of an opportunity for threats to arise, in his opinion. it almost angered lombardi at how untimely he was being, their leeway clock running on a different schedule from theirs. fortunately for all of them, the myriad group was finally here and fully up to speed with one another. should anything go wrong, they would be taken care of.

as the minutes ticked away, and the rest of the myriad members closed in on how they would approach their impending tasks, a sense of unease washed over him. whether it was the anxiety getting to him or a real threat to investigate, he didn't know. but something felt off now, like a shadow lurking in the periphery of his consciousness.

his hands instinctively moved from the comfortable position in their pockets to down to his sides, and the tension in his shoulders grew as his face hardened from comfort to suspicion. discreetly scanning the area one last time, ulysses' eyes fastened on a figure that wasn't there before. the intangible sense that they were being observed from afar now confirmed in the form of a woman. he couldn't damn her as a threat but anyone not at the festival at this time was deemed uninvited in his eyes. the mission was critical and far too close now to afford any surprises.

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Rhett was bouncing on the balls of their feet the whole way to the fesitval. It wasn't a short walk but it was a sunny day so she'd opted to head to the meeting place on foot rather than techtrak. She still loved walking through the city, even if her little apartment was in just about the grungiest neighborhood in the southern district and not at all convenient, the bustling activity of day to day traffic on the streets had finally stopped intimidating her since she'd started figuring out how to actually get around in it, thanks to help from Naomi and her teammates. Now it was all just exciting. Even just people walking to work in the morning was so different from what she'd always known at home that scenes that seemed terribly mundane to longtime residents were interesting and energizing to Rhett.

The city wasn't all that new to them, after spending some time at TEC, but TEC was different. They'd been so focused on school and doing well and keeping up with their family and homesickness that they hadn't left the campus all that much except to visit home. The last year in the urban district and getting settled into their role on team Majestic had all been wildly different than anything they'd experienced at school.

As they walked, Rhett reviewed the choreography they'd been discussing for weeks. The directions were loose, fights were apparently more exciting for everyone if some level of spontaneity was possible, a fact which made Rhett more nervous than the prospect of forgetting the choreography in the first place. They hadn't been able to really meet most of team demise yet, despite going through a good amount of safety drills, procedures, rehearsals and planning with their own guild. It felt really rude to just toss around people they didn't know, Rhett didn't really know how to handle social niceties in that situation. They didn't even know if they were technically allowed to be friendly with team Demise. It seemed like Arsenal was, but she didn't seem to care all that much for any of the rules anyway. The more she thought about it, the more stressed she became, until her excited energy had turned into a ball of directionless nervous energy. She picked up the pace to a light jog in light of that, desperately needing to warm up her muscles and use the exercise to ground herself. She'd never been part of one of these things before, she'd only even watched them on TV. As much as Rowan assured her it would all be fine, she hadn't seemed entirely convinced herself. She could feel her heartbeat speeding up, like it was leaping out of her chest, and grimaced, slowing down to take a pause. There was enough festival traffic that Rhett had to duck around the corner of a building to get out her phone, struggling a moment with unraveling her headphones. They fumbled them trying to get them in correctly, probably looking like an absolute clutz to anyone passing, bouncing on their feet the whole time.

The music helped immediately. As soon as they hit play, their spiraling thoughts had something to focus on, a place to keep returning to. 'It's going to be fine. How bad could things go wrong?' She resumed her trek, at a much faster jog this time, relishing the warmth radiating through her body at the movement. She continued like that all the way up the next several blocks, to the meeting place, the tail end of the journey went much faster than the rest, she didn't recognize that she'd arrived until she recognized Rowan and Iggy standing around, and sort of skidded to a stop in front of them, a giddy smile breaking out. Nervous energy redirection, successful.

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That smile was going to be the death of him. As Charlie grinned at David, he felt his heart skip a beat and couldn't help but grin back. Now, David didn't smile much (not to say he was an unhappy person; he just didn't typically display his happiness), but Charlie probably wouldn't know that. He always felt himself fighting back an automatic smile whenever he was around Charlie. Eventually he found himself giving up on fighting his inevitable grin; resistance was futile, and in his experience, it was better to just accept his emotions, whether he wanted to or not.

"I guess that makes me your damsel in distress then," he laughed. "Seriously, though, I don't know how you do it; you're so goddamn charming." Charlie's natural ability to win people over at the open house was something David admired. He'd probably be a little jealous if he wasn't so into it. He did try his best for the center, but he knew he didn't always come off as the most positive person. His honesty combined with cynicism could be a serious deterrent. Even though he could hold back on some of the honesty with effort, the charm was lacking when it came to convincing parents to enroll their children. Still, he tried not to let that get him down; he knew he was doing his best to help, and he usually ended up getting through to the kids, even if the parents frustrated him. That was what really mattered.

David looked past Charlie towards where the kid and his mother were filling out paper work, considering for a moment, lips pursed. "Yeah, she... wasn't amazing. I guess I just don't get it when parents seem to care more about hiding their kids' lack of control over their abilities than their happiness." He sighed and shook his head, shooting another glance towards the child. "But the kid seemed nice. Quiet, a little scared. Kinda reminded me of me before I came here. Glad he's getting in earlier than I did though, I hope he'll like it here." He formed a bright smile again when he paused and fully focused back on Charlie. "You having a good time so far?"
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There was a lot of activity in the building, which would have made Callista nervous if she wasn't always relentlessly optimistic about every mission The Magpies set out to do. It was her signature move-- and a very annoying one to some of the members. She tried to shrug it off most of the time, though. She could recognize that she had an advantage that they didn't, since she was always able to flash in and out of locations in a matter of seconds.

She was tucked into one of the more private rooms in the event center, along with Levin's lifeless body and the person she currently chalked up to as TheWorstEver™️-- Leiko. Getting assigned to a job that involved her ex-girlfriend wasn't exactly the dream, but she was doing her best. It helped that she refused to make eye contact. Instead, she was squatted in front if Levin, peering at him intensely. "It's a little freaky, don't you think? Looking at him when he's like this?" She reached out and tentatively poked at his face, wondering if he would feel it. "Don't'cha just wanna, like, draw on his face or something? Give him a cute little 'stache??"

Hunched against the wall on the opposite side of Levin, her shoulder smushed against the solid surface and arms crossed over her chest, Leiko might have looked like a teen who was too cool for school if it weren’t for the horrid, straight-lined shape that her mouth took instead of a classic scowl. Watching Callista like this, it was like a rush to remember just how easily it had been to be with someone like her – and how difficult all at the same time. Polar opposites, though they both had the awkward part down to a T. And to be making small talk at a time like this, the telekinetic couldn’t have wished harder for Levin to wake up already.

“No. Or- Not really.” What was she saying?! Of course Leiko wanted to draw on his face, to see the unknowingness for a time before the realization set in of what they had done, but she just couldn’t bring herself to agree happily with the other woman. However, perhaps she could try to do better holding her own in a conversation. “It’s a wonder you never drew on me in my sleep.” Perhaps reminding your ex of your times together wasn’t getting off on the right foot…

Callista's awkward half-grin drooped a little whenever Leiko decided to be the contrarian. What a little fucking liar-- but what else was new? Callista already knew that about her, and therein lies the problem.

The mention of their past relationship made Callista's heart skip a beat, and her rather neutral expression morphed immediately into a frown as her eyes glanced up at Leiko. She looked at her only for a brief second before looking away. "I like my canvases a little prettier. And honest." Her tone was biting, but nonchalant nonetheless, and she shrugged her own words away as if they hadn't mattered at all.

A little prettier? Now that was just pushing it too far! “Hey! I’m freaking beautiful, yeah?” The honesty part, though… Leiko could swear up and down that she had never once lied to Callista, and while that was technically the case, apparently omitting the truth counted as dishonesty too. Instead of preparing a rebuttal in her favor, Leiko was already gearing up to remind Callista just how little of a reason she had to be mad. “And you’re the one that ended it, so–”

The echo of shoes caught Leiko’s attention as she cut off speaking, holding her hand up to Callista as a way of silently saying ‘we can revisit this later.’ She heaved a sigh and seemed to flip a switch, tossing her hair over her shoulder and standing up straight to go address the newcomer before they reached their hiding spot with an easy grin, though any member of the Magpies would surely know it was all rehearsed. Around the curtain that was hiding the group from the rest of the room, Leiko was already putting on the charm, stopping the stranger short of sight from Callista.

Callista couldn't help the tuft of air that escaped her; not quite a laugh not quite a scoff. Of course that was what Leiko would choose to focus on. The pretty part. Probably because she knew the other thing was a little too on the nose for her to deny. But bringing up the fact that Cal chose to end their relationship? That was crossing a line that Callista refused to tolerate--

Too bad some doofus had other ideas, considering the sound of footsteps that approached the door of the storage room. Leiko's hand in her face, cutting her off, wasn't appreciated-- but it was honored nonetheless. Cal, to ensure their hiding spot wouldn't be found, shoved Levin's body a bit more to the side and made sure they were both behind the curtain as Leiko went to handle the intruder.

Cal peered at Leiko as she approached the stranger, already turning on the fake little charm that she was so good at portraying. It made Callista sick to her stomach, and she found herself wishing that Leiko had taken just a few more steps forward so she wouldn't have to look at her stupid flirty face.

It was all too easy to captivate the stranger who had dared to disturb them, Leiko's arms trailing over the man's biceps as she coined his as simple as they come, easily fawning over a woman with a nice enough smile. And boy, he sure loved to hear himself talk. Leiko had, of course, managed some silly story about how she was curious by nature and just had to take a look at the new product - only she couldn't find it, which was added with a mock pout. It took only a few minutes for him to ask her to come watch the unveiling with him and she gave a sleazy answer about coming to find him once her adventure was over, leaving mystery dangling in the air. In the end, the pickpocket had no intentions of sticking around long enough for the unveiling, as she and the other Magpies would hopefully be long gone with the surprise item before the event even started.

Sending off her new friend, Leiko gave a last fingertip wave, even blew a kiss before retreating back behind the curtain as soon as he was out of reach. In the safety of cover, her smile dropped and arms crossed once more as a toe crept out to nudge Levin's leg as she asked, "How long is this going to take?"

Callista could've kicked herself for thinking she could watch Leiko fawn over a man in front of her. No matter how fake it was, it awakened a rumbling anger deep in her gut, and before too long, she found herself averting her gaze from the scene. She pouted as she looked at the only other thing her eyes seemed to fall on-- Levin. She'd give anything for him to wake up now and save her from the hell of putting up with Leiko all by herself.

The sound of a blown kiss almost made Callista gag, but she managed to behave herself well enough. She didn't look up as she heard their unwanted guest leave and Leiko approached, merely keeping her eyes glued to their third teammate. She did, however, shoo Leiko's foot away as if it were a pest whenever she nudged Levin's leg. "Stop touching him- you might wake him up too soon." She was well aware of the hypocrisy, considering she's touched him a couple times in the last ten minutes. The rules for her were different, though, at least in her mind. "If you're so bored, why don't you go find your new boyfriend? I'm sure he'd love that." She was, of course, referring to the man that had interrupted them just moments before. And perhaps a little too bitterly at that.

A bold faced scowl swept over her features at Callista's hypocritical words, and only deepened at her obvious disdain for Leiko's distraction tactics. When they had been dating, Cal had never seemed to mind Leiko doing what was needed to help the guild, but now... Well, everything she did was the wrong thing, now. "Oh, sorry, I thought I wasn't pretty enough for you. Perhaps you could take your jealousy somewhere else?" She snapped her reply, though kept her voice in a hushed tone just in case someone decided to show up in their area again. The last thing they needed was to complicate their mission even further than the exes bickering.

"Oh? You think I'm jealous? Try disgust, darling. That's a bit more accurate." Callista's rebuttal was instant, had absolutely no thought behind it, and was perhaps a little too loud for someone that was supposed to be flying under the radar. She clamped her mouth shut after, and her head twitched in an awkward sort of shake as she reminded herself where she was and how careful she needed to be.

She found herself glancing at her TekPad to check the time, desperate for something-- anything-- to happen to get Leiko as far away from her as possible. It was taking all her effort not to teleport away and leave them all hanging. She had too much respect for the team to do that, unfortunately. So she was just going to have to keep dealing with it. "Why they paired me with you for this, I'll never know. We should've just left you at the Social Hour."

A burning feeling shot down Leiko's back, starting at her neck and working its way down her arms into her fingertips, trailing down her spine in a wave of anger. A fierce glare even took over her gaze, but her eyes never found Callista in their harshness. The term 'disgust' didn't bother her (despite the oddly placed misogyny in having an issue with Leiko using her feminine charms to do what was necessary for the group), but to imply that she wasn't even needed for this heist- Leiko knew the slice of Callista's sharp tongue all too well, but this had been taken too far. It had been Callista that had ended things, and for suspected reasons of the other woman's own insecurities, as presumed by Leiko. Perhaps dishonesty was her game, but there were things that wounded her pride regardless. She bit back another response and only stared at Levin, silently willing him to wake up and end everyone's suffering.

The silence should have been a relief to Callista, honestly, since she'd been wanting Leiko to shut up since the moment she opened her mouth. This silence felt dangerous though, and that's how Callista knew she'd gotten to her.

Her body tensed up as she prepared herself for the blow of awkward silence turned menacingly quiet. Callista never really did casual forms of affection, but she found herself wanting someone to wrap themselves around her and never let go. She'd have to settle for her own arms, and crossed them over her chest to give her some resemblance of affectionate pressure. She missed Leiko's presence more than she ever cared to admit, and arguing with her like this hurt on a whole other level. Still, Callista knew she wasn't going to be able to trust her again. So she was just going to have to settle for the tense silence and staring at Levin until something in their environment changed.



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Ro took a few moments to scope out the area where the staged fight was supposed to start. The crisp, autumn breeze gently wizzed around her as her eyes darted from object to object. Was anyone onto them about to start? Did anyone recognize who she was in her suit? Did she remember how the fight was supposed to start? There were too many worried running through her head as she tried to act natural.

From what Rowan remembered in the previous years of this fight, everyone knew it was fake, but they still cheered and booed as if it was real? Honestly, Ro felt like she was in over her head. Over a stupid little staged fight with team Demise? Yes, one hundred percent. This was a tradition, and she as the Team Majestic Captain was essentially the "hero" of the whole production.

It wasn't completely out of character for Rowan to jump when her assistant captain came to her side. Rowan was regularly jumpy when she was nervous, which doesn't sound like a good trait to have when you're a captain of a guild, but it never proved an issue for her leading capabilities in the past. Ro chalks it up to the lack of adrenaline; In the heat of battle, she may be nervous, but the adrenaline numbs it out. The adrenaline puts her brain into a hyper-focus mode where she only sees the threat and she works to eliminate them. When the adrenaline isn't there, the nerves take over.

Anyone who knew Rowan for more than a week would know that about her. And Iggy was most likely on the top of that list. Iggy was her first friend when she joined Team Majestic, for some reason the two of them just stuck together like glue. They were pretty much the perfect dynamic; outgoing and timid, a classic duo in every story. Iggy pushed Rowan to explore and try new things, to bring her out of her shell bit by bit.

When they were both thrust into Captain and Assistant Captain, Iggy was her sanity. He comforted her when she mourned the loss of their previous captain, he talked her down when she talked herself in circles out of worry, and he always knew exactly how to cheer her up when she curled into herself and tried to shut everyone out, Iggy wouldn't let her.

"You sure you don't want to be the star of the show?"


She smirked at him as she made her remark. She knew Iggy, she knew that he loved a good performance and she knew that he thrived off the crowd environment. He should've been the one to be captain, she thought that whole-heartedly. He was more of an up-front person, he knew how to work a crowd and get people to like him. Rowan was much more suited to be a support, to be behind the scenes and make the magic happen where no one else can see. Rowan had told that to Iggy before, that she believes their roles should be switched, but Iggy always knew the perfect words to spin it around and point out the exact reasons why she was perfectly suited for the job of Captain.

"I'm just nervous about Team Demise. You saw how their captain was in those meetings. I'm nervous of how well she'll stick to the script."


Rowan and Iggy's conversation came screeching to a halt just as Rhett screeched to a halt right in front of them. Rowan couldn't help but smile at her guild-mate. Rhett was one of the newest recruits in Team Majestic and as she watched them through the guild, Rowan couldn't help but see herself in "Strongheart". Having an incredibly powerful ability but overall new to the whole hero and guild scene? Yea, Rowan essentially tried to take Rhett under her wing best she could and stay looking out for her whenever she could.

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To Viviana's surprise, her careless actions actually didn't completely blow The Red Court's plans for the evening. Nisha was actually really sweet, despite practically being run over, she quickly accepted Viv's apology and introduced herself. This took her back for a moment, and before she could even think, she began to speak, "My name is V-..." Her own name almost slipped between her lips, but thinking quickly on her feet, she was able to cover it up, "Vanessa." She stuck her hand out to shake Nisha's, even though she was helping devise a plan to kidnap the girl, Viviana at least should have some sort of formality.

Nisha invited Viv to tag along with her, stating that she wasn't doing anything particularly fun, but that wouldn't matter in the end, "I'm sure we'll have loads of fun together! It's a very eventful day, lots of things to do and see." Almost as though her earpiece was turned on and listening, Vera spoke, giving the coordinates where the group would meet up after Ichy possessed Nisha. Everything that Viv was doing was on a whim essentially, playing everything by ear since the actual plans aside from the kidnapping were kept secret from everyone except a select few.

There was a mention from Vee about the Red Prince having essentially disappeared, which was out of the ordinary considering he was the captain, but it was good that she had things under control even without him. Viv wondered where Stephano could've possibly run off to, especially during such a big event for the Red Court, but she shook the thoughts away, there were other things that needed her attention right now, like the girl standing in front of her.

"We should go check out the town square! I haven't been over in that direction just yet. Of course, we could stop by at any stalls along the way too." Viviana gave Nisha another smile and started walking alongside her, headed toward where it would be most accessible for Vee and Ichy to spot the two. They walked further into the town, stopping at a stall that was selling churros. "These are my absolute favorites." Viviana stated as she pulled out her wallet to pay the vendor. As they kept walking, Viv started to take notice of people who seemed on guard, they must be from SOTO, trying to prevent anything from happening to the Mayor's precious daughter. Hopefully, they wouldn't have raised suspicions about Viviana walking around with Nisha, but there was no telling.

Thankfully, there were enough people at the festival so the two could easily blend in with the crowd. One particular shop had a photo op with cute props, "Oh my gosh!!" Viviana squealed slightly, "We should totally take a picture here, it would be like... a cute memory for the beginning of our long-lasting friendship!" Quickly, she pulled Nisha towards the store, and began grabbing different props, handing a few to her new "friend". She quickly took a few snapshots, ones that seemed quite innocent but would be added to her collection of pictures she takes with victims.

After taking the pictures, and asking a stranger to snap a few as well, the two finally made it to the center of the town square. This would be the perfect opportunity, and the timing couldn't have been better, Viv looked up to the sky to see a blimp flying over, this was her cue, time for the fun to start. She brings her finger up to her ear, acting as though she is rubbing it, but she was activating her earpiece to give Vera the code word. Viv looks at Nisha, making sure to maintain eye contact, and begins to speak, making sure to put emphasis on the codeword,

Tonight's been really fun, we should hang out more! If you don't mind, I need to take a smoke."






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Silas was always there to support those he cared about. The female in front of him was one of them. He was so grateful that his fieldwork had allowed him to finish and be present for the grand introduction to Project Nexus. The very same project he set out to seek samples for in order to keep enhancing what is already existing. The man was simply relieved he made it right before the Fall Festival and watched their work get introduced from the sidelines. Even though it was still in progress, it was enough to start introducing bit by bit their initiative and motive towards all those who wish to seek hope. They were going to provide the hope.

He tried so desperately to zone out the same crowd in order to attempt to keep his leader calm and not on the constant buzz. Especially on the unveiling of such a hard-working project. He can tell she wanted to jump him but the man was not fond of public displays of affection.
"Well, I have quite the overload of data right now,"
That being said, this was a few months long in the making so he casually extended one arm out as his friend was almost colliding with him. He gave her a squeeze, for now, to sate that ache before he returned his hand to one of his pockets again. There was a time and place for such displays so this was minimal.

All was going well in his attempts to calm down Toni and having quite a reunion after being sent on duty till they were joined by a familiar blonde and her pooch. Silas took a deep breath, trying to absorb the tension in the air as he faced the two girls, one buzzing with excitement and the other seemingly lost in a whirlwind of concerns. He offered a reassuring smile to Antonia, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood.

"I can see the storm in your eyes, but we're here now, and that's what matters. The field was... well, you know how it is, always an adventure. Let's catch up later on that, okay?"
Silas gestured with his head towards the cream puff in Antonia's hand, attempting to steer the conversation away from the impending chaos. His voice was ever so calm, yet stern to make his points across.

Turning to Sybil, he acknowledged their presence with a nod.
"Sybil, it's been a while. Your insights are always intriguing."
He tried to mask his irritation at Sybil's abrupt announcement about Epsilon Protocols, focusing instead on Antonia's well-being.
"Antonia's got this, Bil. We're all here to support her, and I'm sure the presentation will be flawless as always."
Silas gave a pointed look to the blonde, silently urging them to ease up on the evident pressure off their leader which won't help her any more than distract her.

Silas nodded in agreement, his focus on calming Antonio evident.
"Absolutely, Antonia. We've got your back. Now, let's face the crowd together, and remember, no matter what happens, we'll handle it as a team."
Silas hoped his words would reassure her more and, at the same time, subtly signal Sybil to tone down the intensity with a mere adamant eyebrow raise.





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It wasn’t that Phoenix didn’t like festivals. If pressed, she would say she did like them, a lot actually. They were Antonio’s favorite, and it always made her so happy to see him wide-eyed and smiling as he ran around from stall to stall, eating as much as she could afford before he finally realized he was eating too much and his stomach hurt. Walking around a festival was probably the one time they could pretend they were a normal sister and brother, having a good time, rather than siblings marred by tragedy and struggling to survive thanks to this power of hers. Festivals weren’t as enjoyable to her as they were to her brother, mostly because she had to be careful not to take off her noise-canceling headphones, lest she become overwhelmed and have to hurry home.

“I wish Callie could come with us,” Antonio said, running his hand over their kitten’s back as she purred. Phoenix smiled down at her little family. Though she missed the days of light and laughter in the Mendoza family, she was thankful that she at least still had Tonio.

“I know, Tonio, but she might get scared from all the noise. And don’t forget the fight—I don’t think she’ll quite understand the fact that it’s a show.” Phoenix crouched beside her brother and tousled his hair. “It’s okay, we can tell her all about it when we get home. Now come on, we have to go. I promised to help set up, remember?” The Spanish rolled off her tongue as naturally as breathing, and even though Antonio always responded in English, she knew he understood because of his subtle nods in response. Their parents would have been proud of how easily he’d picked up the language, even after their passing.

“Okay!” Antonio kissed the top of Callie’s head and stood to take Phoenix’s hand. She chuckled and lead him out of their apartment, slipping her noise-canceling headphones over her ears. Though they did the trick and eliminated sounds not exactly in her immediate area, she always felt bad wearing them to public events like this. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hear anything—it was that she heard too much. And wasn’t that just the way?

Time would only tell if she would survive this particular Fall Festival.

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There were rambunctious children, there were helpful children, and then there was Antonio. One minute, he was helping Phoenix unpack boxes and set up stalls. The next, she would turn around and he would be playing hide-and-seek with whichever other children happened to pass by. At least he was occupied. Phoenix tried her best to keep a close eye on him out of the corner of her eye.

Although she was a member of the Ragtag Association, Phoenix had opted not to help out with the festival while in uniform. She had to take care of Antonio, and since his main babysitter was also in the guild, she didn’t have anyone else who could look after him. It was a day off of sorts, but she’d promised the others she would still help out by volunteering. The least she could do was help while out and about as a civilian.

Even though the Fall Festival was basically in full swing by now, she was still helping out. God, she hoped Antonio wasn’t upset that she was still busy. Swiping a hand over her forehead, she folded her arms over her chest, hugging her sweater closer to her. Now where was he… Ah! There he was. Antonio was sitting on a nearby bench, kicking his legs back and forth as he waited for her. Phoenix excused herself and went to join him. “Sorry, little man, that was a lot more work than I was expecting. Shall we get going? What do you want to see first?”

Antonio hopped off the bench and took her proffered hand, squeezing it tightly in his own. “One of the other kids said the Greenfield tent had cookies, so we should go look for those sometime! Oooh, but I hear the fight is going to start soon, should we go find a place to watch? Ooh, and, and! I think I saw churros! Can we please get some, please please please?” Her brother pouted up at her, his eyes practically shining as he pleaded with her.

She may have been his legal guardian, but she was very bad at telling him no. “Sure, buddy, let’s go find some churros. As long as you promise not to stay up too late, okay?”

“Okay! I promise!” Antonio tugged on her hand, leading her through the maze of stalls as he searched for churros. Phoenix couldn’t help but laugh as she followed him, any prior worries about the day flying out of her head as her baby brother made everything okay, like he always did.























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Rhys Carr

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It couldn’t be said that Rhys wasn’t a people person, because of course he was. He ran a restaurant and was always handling customer complaints, sometimes with such finesse even the older employees noted that it was like he’d been doing it all his life. Which made it that much more astounding that when he was out in public and became the exact opposite of the S&J owner. He was a dumbass, tried and true, but he didn’t know it. That’s how much of a dumbass he was.

All this to say, he was entirely unaware of the effect his stunt had on Lucy. Not that he would have known what to do with such knowledge. As far as he was concerned, she was flushed because of the chill in the air! Too bad he didn’t have any sleeves, or maybe he’d be able to offer a hug or something to warm her up. Surely that would help, wouldn’t it?

(How had he survived twenty-six years on this mortal plane? Really, it was phenomenal.)

Of course, he knew the language of food and the delight it brought. His ever-present grin widened as Lucy took a bite of her cookie, and he put his fists on his hips proudly. “Glad you think so! Nothing warms you up like a freshly baked cookie, yeah?” And, to his relief, he hadn’t flubbed up this batch and put too much vanilla or flour in it, as he’d been fearing when he’d placed them in the oven. “Give me a moment…” Rhys placed the rest of the cookies out with the nearly-empty plate, “marrying” the batches so he’d have a free plate for the next batch. Then he turned back to the grill and finished up the patties and sausages.

“I should take a break, probably. I’ve been at it since—well, I don’t remember exactly, but the sun wasn’t up yet.” Setting down the grilled meat, he thought about it. “Uh. That’s at least a few hours. I think? It’s probably not 9 a.m., is it? So it’s been longer than just a few…” This was too much for his lack of brain to handle.

“Anyway, as soon as I put out this round of sliders and pigs in a blanket, I’ll go take a short break. Gotta hydrate before my body realizes how hard we’ve been at it.” Really, though to him no time passed at all, a few minutes at least went by as he assembled the dishes. Not that he was surprised, but the previous rounds were almost all eaten up when he set them out. Sentinel City sure was hungry today, wasn’t it? Heh. As if a city itself could eat.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he turned and smiled at Lucy. “Okay, break time. Do you know where I could find some water? I think I forgot my water bottle back at Greenfield.” His smile twisted wryly as he shrugged. What could he do? He was just like that sometimes.

“Shall we?”























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"I get the point Tempest. It's to show the citizens that Majestic can protect them or whatever."
Rex states rolling her eyes. It was no surprise that Rex wasn't the biggest fan of the Majestic guild. She could live the rest of her time without interacting with them but she has to do her job.
"Plus it helps reinforce that we are the bad guys. In the eyes of the public, which helps with missions. I'm not stupid you know Tempy."
She leaned against the wall looking at the woman through the mirror wall. Rex wasn't stupid by any means, she knew that they needed the public to believe that they were bad, so that when spying and missions came up, it was easier for them to blend in with the actual bad mutants. It was just annoying that Majestic got to play the heroes every time.

"Insult you? No, I just came to say hi. You know you are my favorite Tempy, who else would I show this loving side of me?"
Rex said with her voice dripping with sarcasm. This was very true on a lot of levels. She doesn't have many friends, or more like any. She doesn't make friends or anything of the sort. She kept to herself for the most part, only a few knew that she even talked to others. Tempest was truly the only sort of friend that she had and the only one who knew at least the part of her that she showed her.
"Your makeup looks great, there I complimented you. Do you feel better?"
She asked with a smirk as she checked her out. Her makeup did look good, she wasn't lying about that for sure.

Rex chuckles softly
"Yes I remembered. And yes I know we are supposed to lose. I'm not that stupid that I would throw off the plan. "
She states as she rolls her eyes again. She was already getting annoyed by the constant questions about whether she knew what to do or not. Tempest acts like Rex would throw off the entire plan just because she didn't like it. She wouldn't, not for something for the guild, she owe the guild much more respect than that. She laughed softly as she stared right at her captain.

"Sorry darlin', you are stuck with me. I like to see you try to get rid of me."






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Antonia Romera




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It wasn’t exactly a secret that Sybil had aligned herself with the ‘old guard’ faction of Romeratech. This wasn’t especially shocking. Receiving criticism from all sides, some legitimate, and much of it harsh, baseless, and personal, was old hat by now. If she took them all seriously, the company would be the shambled, disorganized mess it was set to devolve into if the lack of direction and oversight of the interim leadership had continued.

Since she'd gotten involved with the company again largely through R&D, years before the incident and before the takeover, developing a rapport with employees had been one of Antonia's top priorities. Even after taking over, she liked to think she'd done well in that arena. There was, however, a line, one which Sybil had clumsily tripped and then body-slammed right into. Antonia's mood was mercurial even on a good day.

This social clumsiness was what set her apart from other critics. Sybil could disagree with her leadership decisions and fruitlessly whine to other employees all day long, she’d hardly be the only one doing so. Toni couldn’t tell if the way she traipsed into a conversation with it as if she fully belonged there was endearing or absolutely infuriating compared to the overtly formal or passive aggressive remarks she received every day. She would have snapped the second the girl reached for her tie, a step much too intimate and patronizing to accept from anyone other than maybe Silas, especially amidst the words still spewing out of the girl’s mouth.

'Act. If you don't demand respect, you won't get it.' That voice was more her father than herself. He'd seemed so untouchable in life, but in her head, the voice she couldn't stop imagining rarely had anything practical to say. It wasn’t exactly wrong. Blatant undermining wasn’t something she could allow right under her nose, literally, and still expect to keep her position for any amount of time.

She would have snapped and created an absolute HR nightmare for all of them if Silas hadn’t spoken first. Ever the peacemaker, Silas had handled it better than she would have. Antonia had many skills, subtlety could not be considered one of them.

What would Anton do, anyway?

“Of course Silas. Everyone in the company is on the same team. And teams run so much more efficiently when members stick to their roles.

She fixed a steely gaze and a cold smile at the girl.

“Find something more effective to focus on than unnecessary doubts. Dwelling on your anxieties has never fixed anything for you or anyone else.”

Anton most certainly would not have done that. Or anything remotely similar. He’d never liked to be challenged. In the business world it had come across to many as a strength, the mans fortitude of will and ability to bend his inner circle to his whims was disciplinary, visionary even. The farther back she stepped, the more it was clearly, in hindsight, simply fragility. Besides, if she ran around acting like that they’d have her burned at the stake and thrown out on a no confidence vote as a hysterical woman before she could get anywhere.

Antonia successfully fought the urge to roll her eyes, keeping her expression steely as the girl narrowed her own.

"Well. We'll see how 'unnecessary' they are after today. Hopefully you're actually prepared." Sybil turned on her heel, hair whipping back behind her, strutting off and checking something on her phone. If that was a threat, Antonia couldn't say she was convinced. It seemed to her like a grasp at saving some face and having the last word in the conversation. Not that it would do her any good when Toni put the interns in charge of the discretionary budget for woman's next project... Something about it felt... off though.

"Silas, is it just me or did that rub you the wrong way as well? Beyond the obvious..."





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Levin Tucker

Magpies









There were all sorts of perks to being in the Magpies, a guild full of immensely beautiful people all with a penchant for crime. Not to mention several lovely ladies who could kick a man’s ass if they wanted to, and probably had many times. Too bad Levin’s heart belonged elsewhere.

Besides, the Magpies were a pseudo-family to him. Sure, he loved his moms, but he didn’t want to worry them with his less-than-legal activities. With the birds, he could be who he truly was without fear of judgement. Well. If they were judging him, they wouldn’t say it to his face. In a way he disagreed with, at least.

Right about now, he was feeling the very sibling-like urge to snap at his teammates, but unfortunately, he was in the middle of a projection, and he had to focus on the task at hand. Even though he was well aware no one would flinch if he passed through them, he ducked around all the staff and people wandering around the convention center. No way was he leaving anything to chance on today of all days. This was not a day to be lazy, as much as that was his favorite activity.

His cheek felt itchy for a moment, and Levin rolled his astral jaw (an action that sadly wouldn’t translate to his physical body). Yeah, they were probably considering drawing a mustache on him. Everybody considered it at least once when they came upon him sleeping or projecting. He was used to it. At the same time, really? He’d worked so hard on his sexy line of stubble. A Sharpie mustache would ruin it.

God, now they were arguing. It was just a buzz in his ears that made Levin swat at them like a cat, but it was distracting nonetheless. Levin scowled and trudged towards the auditorium where the Romeratech presentation was supposed to take place, blocking out the sounds from his body’s surroundings. Naturally, no one noticed as his ghost-like figure passed through the wall and strolled up to the stage. He peered around, trying to determine (even through the buzz of his companions) which direction they were keeping this invention.

None of them knew what the hell they were stealing, and frankly, that was half the fun of it. Levin’s power was crucial to this entire heist, so he had to be precise. Though it was kinda fucking difficult to look for something he had no physical description of. If only it was a diamond or something. That he knew how to look for. Just find the thing that’s heavily guarded, doofus, he reminded himself, slipping backstage and out the stage door.

Ah. Handy. Levin smirked. Security was a fantastic way to attract thieves, as paradoxical as that sounded. But wasn’t it true? The more heavily guarded, the stronger the urge to steal. At least, where the Magpies were concerned. Feeling cheeky, he waved at the guards as he passed through the backroom’s door, and there it was. Beautiful. His photographic memory came in handy here, as it always did, as he walked around the case that had the invention locked up tight. Probably could only be opened by some Romeratech people. That would be a problem for later, though. What was really important right now? Telling Callista and Leiko where to find the thing.

Levin walked back out of the room and studied his surroundings. Backroom, directly backstage. Guards. Of course, he couldn’t take pictures while projecting, but as they were already in the building, the info would hopefully suffice. And Callista’s power was going to make it easier for her to get out of there, so win-win. Man, he needed a real nap now. At least the buzz in his ears had stopped. (Though for all he knew, that meant his companions were dead.)

He had all he needed. Time to be physical again. Heh. Levin closed his eyes and mentally reached out for his physical body, slumped in a chair currently. There was a slight woosh as he came back, and his eyes opened immediately, if slowly. They were most certainly glowing, as they always did right after a projection. Thankfully, it seemed Callista and Leiko were still alive. Unfortunately, they’d clearly just had a spat. Oy vey.

“Always happy to see you two getting along,” he drawled as he withdrew a notepad from his jeans pocket. Man these things were baggy as hell. Comfy to sleep in, though. A pen almost seemed to materialize out of nowhere (also his pocket) as he recalled everything he’d seen. “There’s a backroom behind the auditorium with security, you can’t miss it. It’s like a shiny object for a bird.” He was funny, wasn’t he? Magpie joke, anyone? “The thing itself is in this pretty tough casing. It’s probably a, uh, what’s it called. Bio-shit. You know, can only be opened by certain Romeratech people. Didn’t look too heavy, but I can’t lift things as a ghost, so.”

He wasn’t an artist by any stretch of the imagination—his only true art was his garden, not that either Callista or Leiko were allowed to know that. Still, he tried a basic sketch of the backroom they needed to look for. The security would help locating it, thankfully. He could only hope the distraction would help with the rest. “Here.” He handed the awful drawing to Callista, along with his notes on what exactly to look for, direction-wise. That was probably more helpful than his art, anyway.

Levin glanced between his companions. He wasn’t good with tension, which was why he’d left TEC in the first fucking place. This was something between them, and he wasn’t about to get in the middle of it. Buuuuuuut he couldn’t resist being a bit of a shit. “Thanks for not drawing a mustache on me. Though that almost didn’t matter, my ears were buzzing with your bickering. You sure you two don’t want to be the distraction? I’m sure lots of people would enjoy the drama. That’s why they watch the fight every year, right?”

He tried to make his grin good-natured, but the thing about Levin was, very little about him was good in nature. Oh, well. Maybe this would help them focus a little.























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Maeve Bishop

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Now that it was more than just her and Julian, it seemed things were starting to move. Ashley even joined the party, and Maeve fluttered her fingers at her friend briefly before turning back to Julian. To her utter delight, her wire around his ankle had startled him enough to nearly ruin his composure. Ah, how grand. Now she could really enjoy herself today.

Of course, he had to take a little jab at her before getting down to business. “My right hand prefers privacy, thank you very much. Though she’s flattered you’re thinking of her.” Her nose scrunched up as he poked it, and she rolled her eyes. “Save your compliments for someone who won’t realize you’re not sincere, or at the very least, wait until we’re alone again.” Though she absolutely despised letting up on her little pranks, she did happen to find the Myriad and its activities quite important, so she loosened her fisted hand and retracted the wire from his ankle. Maeve straightened, lifting her head from Lakshmi’s shoulder and rolling her own before rolling her head around. Ah, much better. Stretching staved off the cold… sort of.

It was nice to find support in Ulysses, who thankfully decided not to make her any more jealous (though, frankly, it was a fleeting feeling, and moreso used for flirting anyway). “See? Even Ulysses says I’m right.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “You’d get in far less trouble with me if you just admitted that more, Julian.” Everyone would, really, if she was being perfectly honest.

The radio Julian had set up came to life, and Maeve listened intently to who she assumed to be the contact in question making sure the dock workers changed shifts. Perfect. That was their opening. A bit late, but considering the late arrival of some of her companions, perhaps it was kismet. Almost as if the universe knew precisely when to deliver their quarry into their lap. It was going to be a shame for Julian to have to take over some bald guy’s body, but she was going to greatly enjoy taking out any remaining sailors. So much metal on a cargo ship for her wires. So much opportunity for throwing people overboard. Her fingers stretched in anticipation.

Now, considering her specialty was security, Maeve prided herself on being observant. So it didn’t take long for her to realize Ulysses’s face had changed. Her senses sharpened, and she glared to the side, almost challenging the warehouse to materialize a problem for them. For a moment, her eyes darted to Ulysses again, and that’s when she saw his gaze was zeroed in on something. At his warning, she followed his eyes.

Her face became a neutral mask. Once again, she crossed her arms, keeping her fingers untucked and resting lightly on her upper arms. This… would be a problem. Maybe it was the security officer in her, but anybody unexpected was a problem in Maeve’s eyes. Even if this woman hadn’t made herself a threat to their plan yet, well. Maeve wasn’t going to let anybody ruin this. It was kind of her entire job. Her fingers twitched, and a series of incredibly thin wires zipped out from the warehouse wall to create a crisscrossed barrier in front of them. Fisting both her hands, she tightened these wires to prevent anyone from physically surprising them. At least for now.

“Julian,” she said, her voice low. “Whatever happens, leave me here. I’ll take care of it.”

She wasn’t being a martyr. She wasn’t sacrificing herself. She was working security for the Myriad, as she had been since she officially joined four years ago, and even before that. And sometimes, working security meant taking care of any threat that arose.























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