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Futuristic The Astra Veda - Prologue [ The Astra Conference ]

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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Meeting Room)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] The feeds sprung into existence once again as soon as the woman made clear she was bound to leave. He glanced between them ever so briefly, but there was a meeting to conclude. "I think I will," he said, sliding the data pad a little closer before pulling it from the table and tucking it under his arm. He wouldn't be using it for anything important--at least not without a thorough check of its systems--but it might be of minor service as far as the upcoming gathering was concerned. Her offer of a ride was an odd one; he would not have expected the extension of such a courtesy from one he had only just met, especially one with a dynamic such as she. Perhaps, at some other time with some other objective, he would have taken the offer. Yet, for now, there was no point in leaving the conference center. He began to form the first portion of "I think I'll manage," but something caught his attention and stifled his movement toward the conference room door. A large, black box appeared on several feeds, looming like a monolith above the spiders. His intended phrase instead became "hold on a moment," and he allowed himself to lapse back into his prior business. "Recon, in. What is that?" "Ninety percent sure it's a data recorder; it matches up pretty well with what we've seen them use before, we only just found it." "Can you get it out of there?" "I mean...out of here, yeah, maybe, but out in the open we'd have something of a problem." Recon froze. A large, bulky, box of a thing wouldn't get far in an open plaza, especially if someone else was looking for it. There was practically no way to sneak something like that out, not without the risk of someone else catching up. He needed to forego subtlety. He needed something that could get that thing out quickly. Something with the speed to get the hell out of there, regardless of terrain. Something like... "Start moving it. Down, and out. Don't use open spaces. Cut through if you have to." He turned back to the woman. "Yes. I do. And I'll do you one better." He nodded his head toward the window. "Tesseract has been experimenting on enough Astras to develop a rating scale, and I have a hunch that those tests, along with the machinery they put on display today, are related to this facility of yours." The exterior of his helmet flicked to life, displaying footage of the interior explosion, along with a zoom on the small, distinct crystal left lying in the aftermath, sped for time. "The data from their first test is in a black box in the testing chamber down in the plaza, and so are several levels of civil security, so if you're in a hurry to leave, I suggest you don't quite yet." He held out his hand. "Unless you're willing to appear out in the open to get that box, I need you to take me to the conference center's central ventilation system. Then, I need you to take me someplace with a window. How quickly can you teleport?" 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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Rissa [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Seven[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText]N/A[/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Rissa winced as the cool, gel-like substance was pressed against her skin. “...That’s cold,” she complained half-heartedly, hoping to lighten the mood. “If you keep looking at people like that, they’re going to start spontaneously freezing. Like popsicles.” Seven did not respond, only rubbing the gel into Rissa’s skin until it disappeared. Already the tension and red-hotness in her abdomen had faded into merely a dull ache. The wound itself was already sealed by fresh, pink skin. No doubt an effect resulting from both the natural robustness of Astras and the powerful effects of the Tessel-gel. Placing one hand against the floor, Rissa sat up. “Thanks for the massage,” she said, her eyes twinkling with dry humor. “Your hands are really magical. I feel like a brand new person.” “...Do you think this is a joke?” Something cold and dark washed through Rissa’s chest. “Seven?” she asked. The snow white hair concealing Seven’s face was like a curtain of ice. Her head was pointed down and to the side, towards the metal floor below. For a moment, Rissa thought that Seven was going to ignore her. Then her best friend raised her head. Seven’s eyes glowed in the darkness. They were often a bright, placid blue; like the wide expanse of the sky, or the surface of a still lake. Right now, Rissa saw the opposite. She had not checked the weather forecasts, but she could tell there was going to be a storm tonight. Her friend’s fingers clutched the hems of her beautiful blue and white dress tightly. “You are the most reckless person in the district. No, the entire city,” Seven said flatly. Her voice did not raise in volume once, but she was clearly upset. “If you had been just a little bit closer—if you had been cut just a little bit deeper…” Realizing the situation, Rissa’s expression softened. The fake, carefree smile disappeared from her lips. “I know,” she said, softly. Her hands reached out to gently wrap around Seven’s wrists, trying to alleviate the death grip which they held. “It’s okay. I’m alright…” [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkred; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Nightshade [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seat of the Crown Plaza [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open to those outside the Tesseract Medical booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] BlightGiver BlightGiver [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] The barrel of a rather underwhelming red and gold pistol promptly aligns with Francis’ forehead as he makes a hard landing. Judith’s neural implants pick up his RFID signals; this officer is a long way from home. Determining he isn’t an actual threat, she lowers the Puzzler again with a sigh of relief. “I’m afraid lunch break’s been postponed for now,” she remarks dryly. Turning away to gauge the situation with that line she requested a moment ago, the agent scowls. “Quit dragging your feet! This isn’t spring break!” she demands, addressing those who are able to line up but haven’t. For the moment and likely always, Windrunner, Rissa, Seven, and Maia do not get berated by the magistrate’s current puppet. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #6622AA ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Elvira [E4] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Conference Hall[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]The way Elvira’s body language shifted, even in her strange and amorphous shadow form, suggested that she had a playful smile. She reached out with a shadowy appendage. “How fast...?” she rasped, waiting a beat for Remi to grab on to her limb. When he did, the world instantly spun. Once again, his body sunk into that sea of shadows that twisted through his body. The same nauseous sensation returned as well, but his passing familiarity with the experience likely alleviated the discomfort. Then he was back on his feet once again. A heavy breeze washed past him, and a brief inspection of their surrounding revealed that he stood within a large metal chamber. The room was dim, lit only by a red glow. To either side were sets of sturdy metal doors, marked by the words “Exit” over the top. “...That fast,” Elvira said, resuming her stride. She moved towards one of the doors, and tapped the panel beside it. The exit hissed open in response, revealing a stark hallway beyond the precipice. “Now I think this is close...yes, there is a control center over there. There may be a staff member of two in there,” she said, shrugging. Elvira stepped aside and gestured. “Close enough for you?” [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkslategray; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Conference Center (Ventilation Shaft)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Even once the world had stopped whirling around him, it took a moment more for Recon's head to stop spinning. The brief pangs of nausea weren't as intense as they were before, yet they were still off-putting enough for the man to require a moment to breathe. Yet, there was only so much time. As soon as he could, Recon looked up and around the large chamber; the door to the control room caught his attention next, as did the mention of potential staff-members within. Maybe he didn't need the control room after all. "This shaft should provide access to just about every room in the facility. It's perfect." he replied, reaching into the folds of his robe-like clothing. He produced a sphere, the outer sections opening up as seer-spiders poured forth from the container. "I suppose this is the part where we trade ability demonstrations." The spiders washed outward, crawling up to the chamber's ducts. He watched them go, head tilted toward the large fans looming overhead. "Estimates put the data recorder at roughly thirty centimeters in all directions," he began, looking toward the shadowy shroud, "it's not something anyone is going to be able to walk away with, not with the level of security they have surrounding the Tesseract station. It will have to be evacuated quickly and remotely. If anyone chases it, then a dead drop will be impossible. Out of the two of us, that makes me the most suited to get it out of there, and you the most suited to retrieve it from the drone. The recorded data should contain all facility information beginning with the machine's initial activation and scanning of Ayodhya 1 through to the final malfunction--if we're lucky. This will tell us what sort of data they are capable of collecting, and how it ties into Astra research. That crystal was a critical component, and if they were using it for observation of Astras, then that has a chance of tying in with not only the time frame of Tesseract's advances, but the time frame of...us." Remi switched to his internal coms. "How close are you to getting the box outside?" "We're working on it, should be pretty close, why?" "Because I'll be sending an evac in a few minutes." He looked upward again, remaining silent for several moments as his spiders picked through the many vents--and eventually rooms--of the facility. Wires, scrap metal, machinery; it was all at his fingertips. "It might be a little stuffy in some of the rooms tonight." Several small fan blades flew from the open vents, falling right in front of Recon as they came to a stop in mid air. He reached his hand out, pointing downward and gesturing in a circle, as if instructing the blades to rearrange. And so they did; fanning out in a matter more akin to a propeller than their former former state. Several more sets flew before him, aligning themselves in place. Screws, wires, braces, beams; with calculated gestures, Recon indicated their placement, and the floating parts before him rapidly began taking shape. Four motorized fans, each attached to pivoting joints, a central series of clamps for holding the black box in place. Four more motors, but without their fans. Four wheels, seemingly from a dining cart. His spiders began to return, several of them integrating themselves into the machine. Before the two of them, floating in the air, was an approximation of a wheeled drone, complete with a three hundred and sixty degree view. Recon reached out and grabbed the completed object, a light-blue electrical surge coursing through the machine as it momentarily whirred to life. A last, light string of wires and plastic fell from the vent, coalescing into a makeshift earpiece as the last of his spiders returned, each unused robot crawling back into the sphere. The item was stowed away once more, and the same light pulse of energy leapt from Recon's hand as he reached forward to pluck the earpiece from its place in the air. "Roof or an open window. And put this in your ear." 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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] The Serpent [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seat of the crown [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] The rattling. When Astika first sat down, it had mostly subsided but soon it grew louder. Maya, the famous ‘Ayodhya one’ took center stage and the machine began spinning up. It was starting to get deafening and he stood up. Lightning shot out of the booth, something was wrong. He took cover behind the bench, the rattle growing even louder in his mind as he saw dark shapes moving in the booth’s doorway; A fight? Maybe the rattling in his mind meant something. Another MADS Astra showed up, rallied some volunteers, and put a stop to the battle. He could’ve, should’ve joined them. But now the Rattle was silent. And instead there was a dangerous sort of draw. A curiosity Astika felt. He began to rise from behind the bench, and the Vipers came from the Aether, unbidden. They were reaching out towards the booth, or possibly the people investigating it. What were they doing? He found himself walking, almost subconsciously. He had to stop himself when the guards noticed him. This wasn’t right. He thought he was the one in control of the serpents, but they seemed to be turning it around. He spoke up. “I’m sorry, but... What happened here? What’s in the booth?” [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Palegreen ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] GM- Drix [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] The Order of Rainbow Light's Stage [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Aretta [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Damafaud Damafaud [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] "It's no trouble at all dear. Just make sure to stay close and to not get lost. The area is very crowd and wouldn't want you losing me in the crowd." Drix said kindly before turning around and heading in the direction of his Order's stage and even prep area. As he walked he made sure to keep a keen eye for his surrounding and on the young women following him. He wanted to make certain he didn't lose her along the way. After some time walking Drix had finally lead Aretta to grand stage area set up by the Order. Stage and surrounding area had many posters with the different performances that were going to be holding their and well, of course, some poster advertising the order itself. There were a couple there so far, some only resting and others waiting for the show to began "Here we are, my dear," Drix said turning to Aretta. "And since it seems your one of the first guess to arrive, you can go backstage if like and meet some of our upcoming performers," Drix said making a small gesture to the stage and the door just behind the curtain. "Would you like me to guide just a bit more, so you can properly get your backstage pass and get entertain in the contest for the special guest appearance" Drix added. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Purple ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 







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"There is darkness inside all of us, though mine is more dangerous than most. Still, we all have it—that part of our soul that is irreparably damaged by the very trials and tribulations of life. We are what we are because of it, or perhaps in spite of it. Some use it as a shield to hide behind, others as an excuse to do unconscionable things. But, truly, the darkness is simply a piece of the whole, neither good nor evil unless you make it so. "

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He blinked as he was brought back into consciousness and he immediately assessed himself. He still couldn't move. His suit was running fine, though diagnostics shown that a few systems would need personal repair, the nano bots in the suit couldn't reach certain affected areas. No, he couldn't move because there was...handcuffs on his wrists. Particularly strong ones as well, normal ones he was quite sure he could break out of. With a bit of manipulation he could probably get out of these too. His suit was designed for any scenario. He was fortunate they hadn't tried to remove it though, he wasn't even useless without it. He might as well have been a shadow then.

However, he did get the impression that it wouldn't be wise to try and start anything, with the way everything around him was going. So he did the only thing anyone in his position would do, he watched videos. Specifically the video of his body acting freely of his commands, driven mainly in part of his fear, though he'd never been that aggressive before. While he was observing the fight he winced as he slashed into Rissa. Definitely would have to apologize, to quite a few people apparently if the video he was watching was any indication. Another screen popped up as he mentally triggered it, observing his brainwaves as this process was going on. He frowned as he looked at the readings. Two distinctive signals. Like his conscious mind had been actively separated from his unconscious mind. How had that not killed him?

He rewound the video back to the exact moment the brainwaves had been split. It was within the moment he'd touched that crystal. His suit registered no energy passing through his gloves at the time. It hadn't entered his body directly, more like reversed the flow of his own energy, turning his abilities inward and somehow enhancing them. It had then suffused his body and been released as a much more potent form of energy. In his opinion, if he could get a feel of how it worked, he could replicate the effect, hopefully with far less destructive qualities. He gave a quiet sigh and closed out the screens, leaving them for further study, backing them up just in case. Since he was handcuffed and no one seemed to have noticed that he'd woken up, he decided to see what the big fuss was about this Rainbow Knight Squad.
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Aretta Ward | Historia
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Seat of the Crown Plaza - Rainbow Order Stage
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Drix; Open
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The Conference attracted people from all over Trinity, so it was expected for the Crown Plaza to be crowded. Aretta followed Drix at a brisk pace, careful not to let her shoulder bag squeezed by the crowd. There was now a plastic bag inside her bag filled with two cups of ice cream. While they wouldn't melt, they could still be spilled over if she was not careful. They soon arrived at a different part of the plaza.

"Amazing," she couldn't help but sigh when she saw where Drix led her.

The Order's stage was huge. Comparable to Tesseract' Medicine's booth with more festive feeling. The air about the stage felt closer to a festival than an exhibition as well, with famous stars and bands posing on posters everywhere. Aretta recognised some, despite rarely listen to music herself. It just show how much face The Order of Rainbow Light had; hiring famous mainstream bands was a show of wealth as much as a it was an image branding. And The Order had done well establishing its own image; a cult on par with named corporations in terms of capital.

"I want to see around for a while," Aretta looked around as she answered Drix. The stage could be a whole festival itself! "but what do you mean by contest?"
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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] GM - The Enforcers [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Everyone in or around the booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Graystone713 Graystone713 dwif dwif ChazGhost ChazGhost Scavenger Scavenger Epiphany Epiphany WishlessSatellite WishlessSatellite BlightGiver BlightGiver June Verles June Verles Dreawin Dreawin Goonfire Goonfire [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]As you all just begin to gather your bearings once more, you hear a rumble. That resonant, whirring hum comes from outside, and as you glance up at the darkening sky through the sheared tear in the building, you see the shape of hovercrafts descending towards the plaza. They disappear out of sight, but you hear the thump of their landing gears pounding on the ground. Not a moment too soon, several men in deep purple and black uniforms come marching in through the entrance. Each of them wears an onyx helmet that conceals his face. In their hands are rifles in resting position. Their initial stance suggests they are wary, but you aren’t sure whether it is of you or the situation. In any case, they do not seem to have any hostile intent. Some of you may recognize the color scheme of their uniforms as the trademark of the Ministry of District Security, Central Division. The more knowledgeable would realize that these men were not ordinary officers; indeed, their heavily armored uniforms and powerful equipment suggest that they are Enforcers—elite officers tasked with handling dangerous situations. They are a common sight along the side of someone like Ayodhya 1, who is often seen running beside them into the thick of battle. At their head is an officer with a distinct uniform. His breast is decorated by three golden bars, and a purple half-cape drapes over his right shoulder. The man takes a moment to survey the situation, heedless of your stares, before marching towards Blitz. His arm snaps up in a crisp salute. “Sir, I am Captain Vagabond with Enforcer Teams Sixty-Seven through Seventy. We are here on escort duty for the survivors, as ordered,” he said, quickly and professionally. There was no sign that he was perturbed by the devastation around him or worried by the fact that his escortees were rare superhumans. Perhaps it may have just been because the faceplate hid his expression, but he radiated professionalism and a strong, no-nonsense attitude. The situation at the Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth has begun winding down to a close. Prepare to finish up your last preparations before the Enforcers (presumably) escort you away.[/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] GM- Blitz, The Royal Magistrate [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Everyone in and around the booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Graystone713 Graystone713 dwif dwif Scavenger Scavenger Epiphany Epiphany WishlessSatellite WishlessSatellite BlightGiver BlightGiver June Verles June Verles Dreawin Dreawin Goonfire Goonfire [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Blitz was getting increasingly more angry as those around, except for Nightshade and Francis, were not listening to him or out right disobeying him. The two men in suits backed away slowly from Blitz as he was barely holding back the argues to use his power to deafen the suspects. As he was about to do just that when he heard loud sounds coming from the outside. Blitz reoncized the sounds as hovercrafts, the sounds then started claming him down as he knew what would follow from them. "Finally they have arrived." Blitz said giving a big sigh of relief. With a huge smug look on his face, Blitz smirked at Captain Vagabond enter the booth and saluted. "Good timing Captain. The suspects here are choosing to ignore my orders. Escort them to the hovercrafts. Use as much force as you see fit, maybe a little more for wasting my time." Blitz said turning and gesturing to the small crowd of suspects. Maxwell after seeing even more people come in, this time with heavy weapons, he put his hands up. "No need for force here, I'll go with you peacefully," Maxwell said putting his hand behind his head. While Maxwell didn't like being called suspect when he had done nothing wrong when the possibility of heavy weapon getting involved was introduced Maxwell didn't want to be on the wrong end of the guns. "A sensible gent I see. Good. Now the rest of you, if you're doing wanking off it's time to move out. I'm a busy man and prefer to be delayed no longer. So unless any of you want to have a more... drastic integration, then I recommend following captain Vagabond and myself peacefully to the hovercrafts" Blitz stated finally fully calming down from his anger and now smugger then ever. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Red; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Nightshade [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seat of the Crown Plaza [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open to other law enforcement agents in the area [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai ChazGhost ChazGhost [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] As the hovercrafts roar through and touch down, Judith breathes a small sigh of relief. She, too, was beginning to lose her patience with the disobedient crowd. The marching MDS officers prompt her to tuck her gun back in her purse. “Glad to see the cavalry rolling in,” she admits, resting her right hand on her hip. Once the captain and magistrate are finished, the stone-faced agent swoops in. ”Captain Vagabond, you’re a welcome sight right now,” she begins on a positive note with a flash of her badge. “Judith Clair, RBI. Our prime suspect’s cuffed thanks to these out-of-district officers, but most of the witnesses and other suspects are unruly. I trust you’ll have no problem, with such a team at your disposal.” Following her briefing and subsequent instructions, she then proceeds to the hovercrafts near the front of the pack, occasionally glancing back for signs of trouble. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #6622AA ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Elvira [E4] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Elvira tilted her head in fascination. “Ooooh, how interesting…” she said, studying the drone as it was assembled together. Then Remi handed something to her, and she blinked in surprise. “What’s this?” she said, somehow balancing it in the long tendril of shadow that acted as her limb. It almost seemed like it was floating on the mass of darkness. She held it up and studied it closely with her eyes, as if trying to discern its construction. Then she shrugged. “I’ll pass on this, thanks. But roof is doable,” Elvira said, and moved with her appendage as if to pocket the device. It, unsurprisingly, disappeared without a trace. She moved forwards and wrapped her shadow across Remi’s arm. Before he could even signal his readiness, Elvira plunged them both back into that shadowy realm before suddenly pulling them both out once more. The lighting here was drastically different. Red service lights were replaced by the cool darkness of the early evening, and the glows of artificial lights. They stood far from the conference hall they were just in, upon a dark balcony of some sort. A long stretch of flat ground stood between them and the large, dome-shaped building, filled with pedestrians and various stands set up in the plaza. There was a thick metal railing beside them, and a raised platform directly below. Judging from the nearby scaffoldings and various floodlights beaming down below, they appeared to be standing upon the support structures above stage. However, there was no audience. Instead there was a perimeter set up by a growing collection of Ministry officers, and the landed silhouettes of sleek hovercraft beside a ravaged-looking building. Then the realization came; they were stood directly above the main stage of the Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth, directly adjacent to the main lobby where the experiment had taken place. “Is this place close enough?” Elvira asked, leaning against the shadow of a nearby wall. She almost seemed to blend into them, so much so that it was difficult to see her were it not for her glowing yellow eyes. It would probably be even more difficult for a bystander down below, who would not only have to contend with the glare of the floodlights, but also the comparatively deep darkness of the perch above the stage. “You should be fine to work here. I doubt anyone’s going to be intentionally looking in this direction.”[/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkslategray; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Balcony)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Remi kept a death-grip on his newly-constructed device as they once more spun through the darkness, taking roughly the same amount of time as he had before to steady himself as he reassessed their new surroundings. He glanced down ever so briefly, jerking his head away from the edge of the balcony as soon as it became clear where they were. Even if no one was going to be looking right where they were, he wasn't going to take any unnecessary chances. After all, when it became time to fly, the cameras would be what he had to go on. "If you're not going to put that on, then if you have to retrieve that box from the drone for any reason, you better be good on your own," the golemancer replied, looking to the device in his hands, "like I said before, the only way to break the trail of pursuit would be for you to take the box and warp away. They can't follow something without a trajectory. With that, the drone's makeshift propellers spun to life, and Remi simply let go. "Status," he asked his helpers, watching the drone take off into the air as its feeds sprung onto his visor's interior "We're uh--" "We're set, just waiting. We can move as soon as we need to, but you've got one hell of a security detail to deal with down there." "I want to land a drone, how possible would that be to do without detection?" "Uhhhhhhh...I mean, as long as no one looks inward? That's gonna be really hard dude." Remi flicked his eyes toward the down and outward-facing cameras; the crowds were still surprisingly thick, even with the security detail in place. The thought of causing a distraction via the stabotage of the pipes and systems just beneath the walkways faded from his mind; if anything went slightly more wrong than was intended, the crowd themselves would take the brunt of the impact. The machinist clenched and slackened his hands a few times; no matter what he did, chances were someone was bound to see. The real question was whether or not anyone would be able to follow, and the answer to that came in the potential form of the Astras that had initially entered the building. There was the chance that once they left, there wouldn't be anything to worry about. Yet at the same time, with those hovercrafts in play, and everyone in the building... Now was the best time. The guards were still focusing on their perimeters, and once everything was settled, the chances of being noticed would increase. "We're doing this now. Come outside." The drone immediately dipped downward. Were Elvira to dip her head over the edge of the balcony, she would be treated to the model of a perfect descent, and an eerily quiet one at that; it was likely no surprise that such a high-end conference center managed to pack noise-reducing fans. Even so, for something seemingly randomly created, it functioned to what could only be called a miraculous degree. Down below, the army of spiders pushed their quarry onto their respective backs, the sleek black box sliding out from beneath the wreckage of the testing area. The drone, carefully angled to avoid too much visibility from within the building, swooped down as close as it had to be from the twisted metal of the facility. Recovered metal and motors pressed tightly against the rescued recorder, the spiders climbing up and looping around the box itself as they, too, settled in for transport. The touch-down lasted barely four seconds, the constantly-engaged fans lifting the box and spiders from the ground before the small machines even had the chance to fully secure themselves; despite a moment of dangling, however, each found purchase, and the machine quickly rose, dipping into the darkness beyond the floodlights as it ascended the tall building. The tense silence of the balcony was broken again by light whirring, the drone slipping over the balcony side and into Recon's arms, recorder and all. The seers began slipping into the folds of his clothing once again, and Recon held out his hand for one final jump as he kept a renewed grip upon his catch. "Last time. Anywhere but here. Quickly." [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #1E90FF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maia Asim [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Everyone in and around the booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText]Whoever[/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Blitz was powerfully heavy-handed. And yet his authority was irresistible, unquestioned. With well concealed reluctance, Maia straightened and gestured towards the exit and the waiting hovercrafts. "I'd suggest doing what the man says." Depending on how obedient everyone else is, Maia was among the last to board and she took a seat with a sigh, readying herself for unpleasantness. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #336BFF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Rissa [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Seven, Captain Windrunner[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany Epiphany [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]The tension in the air between them seemed so palatable it could almost be touched. Seven’s eyes were downcast, staring at the floor, while Rissa sat and waited. The boisterous princess was uncharacteristically silent. She reflected on her recent decisions. Rushing in to save Maia would be considered, by any metric, to be reckless. To begin with, they were in an uncertain situation against an enemy with unknown abilities. The most prudent course of action would have been to gather more information before acting, and then developing a plan of attack thereafter. And besides, Ayodhya 1 was a capable fighter and an Astra at that; she could take care of herself. Even if not-Valta—she still wasn’t sure if the vengeful apparition that appeared was the same person as the reclusive man she had just met—had managed to land his inhumanly fast attack, it was unlikely that Maia would die instantly. It would’ve been better to regroup, marshall their forces, and proceed as one to evacuate Maia if she was injured. For these reasons, there was no need for Rissa to step in and take the blow—especially if her status was also taken into account. She was the princess. The heir to the throne. It should have been obvious that the life of royalty was more important than a foot soldier’s. Yet she didn’t do any of these things. Rissa was not typically the contemplative type; she much preferred action to inaction. At the same time, Seven’s great distress spurned something inside her that made her begin to wonder. Perhaps she was simply asking herself the same questions on the tip of Seven’s tongue. Rissa opened her mouth to speak. “Se-” “Excuse me,” a voice interrupted. Rissa turned an annoyed glance towards the increasingly familiar figure of Captain Windrunner. “We’ll be escorting you to MCDS HQ. Orders are asking for survivors to be transferred as quickly as possible, so I hope you will cooperate peacefully. Can you stand?” Windrunner’s polite, professional tone drained away the irritation about to spill out of Rissa’s throat. She sighed. “Alright. Let’s go.” Seven quietly stood up with her. Although it was unnecessary, she supported Rissa with an arm across her shoulders as they proceeded out towards the exit, passing a couple Enforcers who began walking alongside them and the Royal Magistrate commanding the operation. Rissa kept an eye on them, but did not complain about the treatment; both she and Seven knew that preserving her anonymity was important, which meant trying to blend in. They ended up taking a seat besides Maia, to whom Rissa gave a cheeky smile. "Hey, it's been a minute!" [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #FF3232; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Captain Windrunner [Valkyrie One] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Rissa, Seven[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText]N/A[/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Unbeknownst to the both of them, Captain Windrunner’s eyes watched their backs. Although her robotic irises were not as expressive as her pure, non-cyborg counterparts, they still masked a certain disdain. The figures of the Tesseract employees were escorted out of one of the back rooms, flanked on both sides by Enforcers. Their hands were not in chains, as they should have been. They did not fear for their livelihoods and future, as criminals rightfully should. Instead they proceeded calmly, with a hint of entitlement in their step, as confident in the protection of the Enforcers as they would have been in private bodyguards. In all honesty, there was little difference to be found between the two. At their head was Dr. Tesseract, and Captain Windrunner forcibly restrained herself from lashing out. She disliked the high and mighty seats occupied by the royalty, but Dr. Tesseract only drew pure, unadulterated hatred within her. It took everything she had to not let her feelings rise to the surface. Still, her palms itched. The desire for violence coursed through her. How would it feel to shoot him? She wondered. If only I could crush his tiny throat right here and now… But now was not the time for those things. Besides, such a quick death would be far too merciful. Instead she carefully pocketed the object she had come to retrieve. It was a long strip of blue silk, still dripping with fresh blood. Because of the distraction caused by the Enforcers and her own intervention, the princess and her bodyguard had carelessly left it behind. She sealed it into a preservative bag, and carefully tucked that bag away inside her jacket. To an outsider, the action would have simply resembled the standard MDS procedure of gathering evidence from the crime scene. That was, of course, an intentional misdirection. Captain Windrunner proceeded forth, outside the booth. Her eyes turned to the landed hovercraft where the other survivors were being escorted, but she ended up turning towards the opposite direction instead. It was time for her to leave. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Seagreen; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Real Nicholas - Realistically Real [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Rainbow Light Backstage [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Closed [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] "Guards, guards! An intruder from the Dark Land has entered the castle!" the Empress shouted in a regal, yet panicked voice. "Protect the Empress!" Within seconds, the Royal Guard stormed in. Their drawn swords faltered for just a moment as they took in the scene before them, their eyes widening in horror. Shadow hands appeared from the Empress' shadow, throwing the Royal Guards toward the the entrance like straw men. The Empress let off an evil cackle as shadows enveloped her body, covering her beautiful face with their sinister umbrage. "Darkness Fiend!" a guard shouted, horrified. "Yes! I, the Darkness Queen have captured the Empress! With myself on the throne, you will never see your beloved Empress again!" She let off another evil laughter, raising her own sword to execute the defiant princess before her. "You have always been easy to read, Princess Flame. Now, say goodbye to the world and Rainbow Empire that you love!" The Queen swung, yet did not connect. "I'm afraid the Princess' head is not for you to take, Queen Darkness," said the fading visage of the Emperor, who transformed into a youth with clean face and indigo eyes, "for I'm actually the Indigo Knight!" "Impossible!" denied the Queen, only for another voice to retort. Bursting through the door came forward the distinctive uniforms of the Red, Orange, and Yellow Knights, confidently brushing past the relieved faces of the Royal Guard. "Why is it impossible, dear Queen? Everyone knows the Indigo Knight is good at illusions." "Yes! Just like how everyone knows Fiends are evil and Yellow likes cheese." "Cheese? Where?!" "Not now, Yellow." "No! No! I am so close to controlling the Empire!" the Queen denied as she began to flee, only to be foiled by vines sprouting up from the marble floor, ensnaring her. Coming from the exit with a lazy smile was the Blue Knight, accompanied by the gentle Green Knight. Orange stepped forward. "Let us all perform the purification and walk to the Dark Land to save the Empress!" The Rainbow Knights nodded at his word, including the slippery Purple Knight joining them from his lazy perch upon the ceiling. "In the name of fire and the passion of red," a fire sphere went into Orange Knight's Sword. "In the name of light and the purity of yellow," a small light orb flew. "In the name of nature and the kindness of green," a small seed went by. "In the name of water and the gentleness of blue," a water droplet formed. "In the name of ice and the sublimity of indigo," a patch of indigo mist appeared. "Yes, in the name of magic and the darkness of purple," a purple thread slithered. "In the name of earth and the sturdiness of orange, I call upon the goodness of the heart and remove the evilness of darkness. Rainbow Light Beam!" A rainbow light enveloped the sword, and shot toward the Darkness Queen. The Queen screamed as the rainbow light hit her, enveloping her into a pitch black sphere and banishing her far through the ceiling. The Knights each placed one hand on their chest. "May the rainbow light shines upon your heart," they chorused, with a bow.
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“And that concludes the sneak peek for Episode One of Rainbow Knight Squad: Empress and Queen! Give the Rainbow Knights a big round of applause!” The audience roared as the screen dimmed and a young man in a suit climbed the stage, flashing off a warm smile toward the spectators. The exclusive preview of the Rainbow Knight Squad series was intended both to market the series towards a larger audience and instill hype among fans. Seeing their reaction, it seemed everything was going smoothly so far. The young man waited until the excitement died down before he continued. “Good afternoon to everyone, and welcome to the first. Trinity. Astra. Conference!” A short round of applause. It died down quickly. “My name is Real Nicholas and I will be your host for today’s entertainment. Even with a crowd as impressive as this, I know not all of us have the patience to sit through all of the boring speeches. Am I right? Call me if anyone knows an Astra with the power to relieve boredom.” The audience laughed. Real flashed his trademark radiant smile and walked about the stage to relieve the cramp on his legs. His movement was natural and easy, a mark of someone used to performing in public. “Let’s be Real here for a moment,” he continued, and the crowd giggled. Despite the reaction, Real continued as if nothing had happened. “The power of Astras is something extraordinary, is it not? Science has advanced so far that we can explain the Devas' longevity and the Asuras' amazing strength; science has explained what we once called magic. It was as if everything could be explained with formulas and numbers. We were the scholar of nature itself!” Real raised his voice near the end, and paused when he reached the peak. “But then…the Astras appeared,” he continued in a low voice. “We, who had thought that we could know everything, have once more been plunged into darkness. Why has this happened? Haven’t we climbed high enough? Haven’t we almost reached the pinnacle of civilisation?” He stopped again, before shaking his head. “Ladies and gentlemen, there are many things we don’t know about Astras, but it does not mean that we should be afraid. Rather, when in the darkness, we should look for the guidance of the light, and use that light to rid the darkness that surrounds us! May the rainbow light shines upon your heart. Long live the Empress!” “Long live the Empress!” The audience applauded as Real made a small bow and prepared to close for his introduction as the performers backstage finished their preparation, waiting for their cue to start. “This entertainment is brought to you by the Order of Rainbow Light, and without further due, introducing the Metal Girls!” The cheering intensified as Real went down the stage and made room for the first performer group, Metal Girls; Goldena, Silvia, Technelle, and Francisca with their hit song, Gold Digger. Real walked pass the busy backstage with operators talking to earphones as he made his way to a private, partitioned room. His shoulder slumped down as he closed the door behind him. “Ah, truly, what a difficult endeavor it is to please the public,” he complained to the room, which only housed one other person as it was. “Are you prepared to go? We can’t afford to be late,” he asked the only other person in the room. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #30AB90 ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Kirk | Biological Vampire [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Medical bay [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Valta, Amethyst [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Goonfire Goonfire Lexielai Lexielai (gm) [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Kirk at first ignored the magistrate's order, he only started disrespecting authority recently in an attempt to become a better member of the lower levels. But when armed personnel wearing jet black combat armor armed with machien guns begun breaching the facility after being dropped by hovercrafts he realized his mistake. He drops his head in defeat before standing up, not waiting long enough for Francis to give his response after being offered a blood bag. As he was leaving he ended up strolling to Valta, still laying on the floor. Squatting and finishes to sip on his blood bag as he begins addressing the fellow Astra. "Your devices seem to have been disrupted by the little scrap we had, so much so I can hear your breathing and tell that you are awake. Speaking of your suit though, you probably have some video recording device in it, this may not be the right time but could I have a copy of the footage at a later date? I would offer you a business card but your hands are occupied." At that point, he lifts his head to look up at Amethyst, the officer who cuffed Valta. "Miss, may I just say your work ethic is impeccable but your proactiveness might require you to help the gent up from the floor. Kirk Țepeș, happy to be made your acquaintance." At that point he excused himself from the two and made his way to where the other co-operative suspects resided. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Firebrick ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] GM- Drix [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Rainbow Light Backstage [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Aretta [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Damafaud Damafaud [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Drix looked to Aretta before answering the contest question. "It's a drawing for the chance to guess star in an episode of the Rainbow Knight Squad. Rember we were talking about it ealier." Drix said before guiding Aretta backstage. He began to show her the different devices they were using to prepare for the upcoming performances and sneak peeks to the Raibow Knight Sqaud. He even took her to go meet the Metal Girls before they went on stage. Then it came time for her to enter the drawing, so Drix told her to follow him a little longer so they can go to the offices that had the drawing box and form. Aretta still followed along, though she became a bit worried as they seemed to go deeper backstage and the there seemed to be far fewer people walking around then before. They soon reached the office Drix had mentioned. The office didn't seem like much, it just a large simple wooden desk, a couple of plants, and a few papers scattered across the desk. "Give me a moment to find the correct papers," Drix said walking behind the desk. He began started searching through it to find the papers... or that what he wanted it to look like as he grabbed a prepared rag and a vile of chloroform. He quicked spread the chloroform across the rag. Once the rag was set he placed in his pocket and grabbed a few random papers. "Here they are," Drix said walking back up to Aretta. "You'll just need to fill these..." Drix said handing the papers over before quickly pulling out the rag and covering Aretta mouth and nose with it. Aretta began to struggle to get the rag of her but after a few moments of struggling, Aretta went limp. Drix grew an evil smile under his tentacles. Soon after Drix went into the halls carrying Aretta to find a couple of his fellow Order members. Once he did he instructed them to take Aretta to the main stage prepare her for later. Drix then went off elsewhere to for a meeting. Drix was happy to know the order would soon have a new tool for their cause... or would they? [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Purple ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] GM - The Resolution [TESSERACT] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Everyone at Tesseract Medical[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire dwif dwif Epiphany Epiphany Goonfire Goonfire June Verles June Verles Dreawin Dreawin BlightGiver BlightGiver ChazGhost ChazGhost [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]You, the Astras involved with the incident at the Tesseract Exhibition Medical Booth, are only left waiting for a short while. The Enforcers eventually make their way to each and every one of you, demanding in no uncertain terms that you comply as they escort you outside. Captain Vagabond expertly leads them, and his firm but understanding approach helps the process proceed without a fuss. “We hope to contain any potential residual effects from the explosion,” he explains as you are shuffled towards the waiting hovercraft. “And to identify the causes behind this incident. I assure you that, so long as you are honest with us, there shouldn’t be any lasting issues. We expect most of you will be released in a few hours time.” These straightforward words seem to underlie the overall attitude of the Enforcers. Despite their stern expressions, they make no move to push you around unnecessarily. Indeed, their behavior has been rather reasonable for law enforcement. This observation should come as no surprise. After all, the Astra Conference is a politically sensitive event. Its subject matter is the controversial topic of Astras, and on top of that it is an exceedingly public location. Not only that, but a large fraction of the attendees could be considered dangerous individuals. Antagonizing them unnecessarily would reap no benefits to the Government. And, as if to make matters more precarious, the disaster at Tesseract Medical left the whole situation balancing on the tip of a knife. Assigning a responsible set of teams to manage public relations during such a delicate situation was only to be expected. This was why the resulting treatment of each of you was carefully calculated beforehand. For instance, Valta ( Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire ). The Enforcers have hauled you in chains into an isolated chamber within an armored hovercar. You are treated very carefully, like a ticking bomb, and you are accompanied by multiple squads of Enforcers in the same vehicle within a separate compartment. At the same time, as soon as you are dumped unceremoniously into your prison within the hovercar, several sets of of red dots appear across your form. They are the projected firing arcs of several automated guns within the chamber, trained precisely on you. The implicit warning is very clear. Meanwhile Kirk ( June Verles June Verles ), Jakob ( dwif dwif ), Rosalie ( Dreawin Dreawin ), and Maxwell ( ChazGhost ChazGhost )—you are taken into custody together within a different hovercar. Although the seats you are provided are not the most comfortable, your treatment is still noticeably better than Valta’s. The four of you are separated by Enforcers sitting in the seats in between, as a precautionary measure. Judith ( Goonfire Goonfire ) and Francis ( BlightGiver BlightGiver ), you are taken to the same vehicle as the prior four. Captain Vagabond personally addresses the two of you. “Agent Clair, and Officer Evren,” he greets with a nod. “It is pleasure to meet the two of you. I cannot express enough how grateful I am that you were here to secure the situation before we arrived. Excellent work—I’ll put in a good word for the both of you once we return to HQ. If we’re lucky, there might be a promotion in it for you.” Finally, there is you, Maia ( Epiphany Epiphany ). Unlike the others, you are instructed to stay with your charge. Accompanied by Rissa and Seven, the three of you are taken to a different hovercraft. This one appears to be a support vehicle, fitted with communications and supplies. You notice several of the Enforcers bickering over who has the right to accompany you. Eventually one squad wins out, but a few others approach you on their own before the hovercrafts all lift off. “E-Excuse me,” one Enforcer says nervously, in stark contrast to his stern appearance. “I just wanted to say…it’s a real pleasure to meet you, Ayodhya 1. Could I…could I shake your hand?” Several similar scenes play out within the next few minutes. It appears that your fame has even reached the upper levels of Central, and you are quite popular among the Ministry here. One Enforcers lets slip that there even exists an internal Ayodhya 1 fanclub within MCDS, before being promptly silenced by her comrades. In the end, the Tesseract Incident is resolved without further issue. Blitz escorts Dr. Tesseract and the other employees towards a hovercraft separate from all of you, and they soon disappear from sight. Without further adieu, you hear the rumbling vibration of your respective vehicles underneath you. All of you except for Valta are provided with windows, allowing you to witness the beautiful sight of the Seat of the Crown plaza drawing further away. The artificial lights glowing around it wash the dark evening air in all colors of the rainbow. Several minutes of travel pass by before something truly extraordinary occurs. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: white; color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Elvira [E4] [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Unknown Warehouse[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi, Captain Windrunner[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Elvira froze. Her widened eyes were directed towards the far distance, where the illumination of a rainbow glowed brightly in the darkened plaza. There was a stage there, surrounded by the climatic festivities of a final performance. As the preparatory entertainment concluded its audience began shuffling towards the conference hall as one, filled with excitement from the wondrous showings they had just witnessed. Despite the distance, she could clearly see the bright letters proclaiming the owners of that magnificent stage: the Order of the Rainbow Light. Some time had passed since the beginning of their performances, intended to fill in the gaps prior to the Astra Conference’s main event. It appeared that, since said main event was about to begin, these fillers were concluding. For a moment, Elvira did not answer Remi. “…It’s starting,” she said, glancing outwards. “Yes. It is time to go.” There was something unusual in her tone. To date, Elvira had either seemed ambivalent or professional, but never terribly concerned. Yet this time, even through the mask of her shadow form, she seemed genuinely wary. Her limb wrapped around Remi’s arm. “Just one detour before we leave,” she whispered. They slipped into the realm of shadows, and then suddenly reappeared for a brief moment. Remi could hear a startled yelp and the sound of something flailing before the world twisted into darkness once more. When they emerged, their surroundings were much different. Stacks of crates littered a large, unlit warehouse. Elvira let go of Remi and stepped forward, leaving him and the Ministry Officer to regain their bearings. —Wait. Ministry Officer? Indeed, there was a woman in Central colors standing beside him. She stumbled forward, her dark green hair tossing about, as she spun around in confusion. Her eyes scanned the room before settling on Remi. They, he could see, were no ordinary eyes. A complicated series of lenses spun within her irises, and they glowed with artificial light. For someone as familiar with machines as he was, those orbs were easily recognizable as cybernetic implants. Yet the immaculate level of detail in their design was impressive, particularly for an individual who could pick such nuances out like Remi. “…You know I don’t like that, E4,” the woman in the Ministry uniform said, taking a moment to dust herself off. “Besides, I don’t remember calling for an extraction.” Elvira’s laugh echoed, bereft of the seriousness that had gripped her just a moment ago. “Sorry, sorry, Sora. Forgive me. I just couldn’t resist—you were so close by, and it was just so convenient…” [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkslategray; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Warehouse)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] "What's starting?" came the obvious question, though the shadow-stepping Astra had already moved to grab Remi's hand before something even resembling an answer could be given. The mention of a detour was enough for Remi's stomach to nearly flip on its own, and indeed, the whirling shadows took one turn too many this time around. Their brief stop was not enough, not even registering as a breath of fresh light and air amongst the darkness; if anything, it was merely a moment of whiplash, a sudden stop before a sudden start, a twist more vicious than any other. Remi fell to his knees, dizzy, by the time they finally arrived at their real destination, shaking his head as his free hand supported the majority of his forward-falling weight. What few feeds he still had returned in short order, and it took him several moments to regain control over his body, let alone observe his surroundings. The drone and its charge were still in his grasp, that important beginning detail easing his mind ever so slightly. He pushed himself back to his feet. A warehouse, but not an abandoned one. Some sort of safehouse, the man presumed; yet, before he could give the room a proper glance, the dressing and eyes of a new figure caught his attention. Two and two together; this was Elvira's "stop." His posture immediately became rigid, the fingers of his free hand twitching as they resisted the immediate impulse to act. Cybernetic eyes. Was this a trap? He could blind her in an instant--stop. The woman displayed a sort of casual familiarity with his other contact. No, that had nothing to do with anything, it was no guarantee of his own personal safety. Recon's gaze slowly turned to E4, his mind's many wheels spinning several times over as considerations rushed in and out of his mind. Internal systems sprung to work, searching for his location, but with a deep breath, Remi's desire to make a deal attempted to defuse his paranoia with a question directed toward the pool of shadow. "Next time, let's talk before we go around picking up law enforcement," he replied, an edge present on his heavily shrouded voice, "now are you with her, or is she with us?" [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #1E90FF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Elvira | Sora Windrunner [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Unknown (Warehouse)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi, Sora[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]“Oh dear, everyone is scolding me today. Whatever shall I do?” Elvira moaned dryly. “My apologies, I got a little carried away. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.” The shadows around her began to recede, until all that was left was the breathtaking sight underneath the darkness. She stepped forward, gesturing towards the woman in Ministry colors. “Ah, yes, allow me to introduce you two. This is Sora Windrunner, codenamed Valkyrie One. She is the Blue Lotus cell leader you will be working with for the near future—please don’t mind the uniform, she was on a undercover mission just now,” Elvira said, with a small smile. “I’m sure the two of you will get along. She might even despise Tesseract more than you do.” ”Are you going to tell him everything?” Sora interjected. Her eyes narrowed as they took in Remi’s form. “Of course not. But, since you’ll be working closely together, there’s no reason to not share information with our allies. Rebellions are built on trust and all that.” Elvira’s eyes turned to Remi, realizing that it was probably time for his introduction. “Speaking of which, Sora, this is our good friend Recon, who we’ve been hoping to get into contact with. It was a rather fortunate coincidence that I managed to meet him today.” The aforementioned woman’s face eased up a tad, but still retained a hint of suspicion. Nonetheless, Elvira’s words prompted Sora to give her an incredulous look. It seemed to doubt that she had simply bumped into the illusive ‘Recon’ through sheer luck. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-image: linear-gradient(to right, darkslategray, seagreen); color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Jakob Brötzmann [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Hovercraft[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Everyone in the hovercraft[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText]@June_Verles Dreawin Dreawin ChazGhost ChazGhost Lexielai Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Jakob mindlessly drummed his fingers against the seat of the hovercraft. The group's escorts had been extremely professional leaving the interior eerily silent excluding the constant droning of the vehicles engines. The silence was getting to Jakob, it did nothing to help assuage his nervousness about where they were being taken. "So, are we getting any pay for our work back there? We basically did your job for you" he nervously chuckled whilst looking around trying to catch anyone's eye. "Oh, if there are any official reports on this is there anyway to get our names taken off it? It might be good press for you guys up here but back home for me it could cause trouble. Talking of which, my hyperloop ticket is single day. Will I be back in time to use it? Or can I get it reimbursed? Because you know I also had some stuff that was damaged. You know what, I'll figure it out." He stopped himself from rambling anymore, sinking into his seat and pulling his hood further down to feign sleeping for the rest of the journey. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #ffcc66; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]
 
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