[center][color=9e0039] [h1]π’œπ“ƒπ‘”π‘’π“π’Ύπ“†π“Šπ‘’ 𝐿𝒢𝒸𝒽𝒢𝓃𝒸𝑒[/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Fb1UXSA.png[/img] [h3]π‘€π‘œπ’·π’Ύπ“π’Ύπ“π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’»π‘œπ“‡ 𝐡𝒢𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒[/h3] [/color][/center] [hr][center][color=silver]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ›, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Œπ•Šπ”Έβ„π•€π•ƒβ„• 𝔼𝕒𝕀π•₯ / / β„‚π•’π•žπ•‘π•¦π•€ / / 𝟚𝟘𝟝𝟟[/color][/center][hr] There it was again, the same apocalyptic vision that had been plaguing her dreams ever since the day AngΓ©lique was marked with an X on her throat. She had no idea what this nightmare actually meant, but this recurring manifestation of the darkness inside her heart kept repeating itself each and every time she would fall asleep. And the worse of it all was that whisper that taunted her, always finding new ways to insult her or her entourage at all time. In this dream of hers, this whisper actually became a voice loud enough to be heard as if someone was standing right behind her and talking so casually of things that would infuriate anyone the more it went on. It was when both the metallic-feathered angel and the voice muttered in unison that which made Angelique who she was now today, she woke up from her nightmare from the sound of her ankle beeping constantly and the loud raid alarm that resonated loudly through the cracked walls of her room. Angel groaned loudly from the sudden wake up call, covered in sweat as if she had ran a few miles during her sleep. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her unfocused mind trying to center itself. What time was it? All she could remember is waving off to her neighbor – Allison, she recalled – and heading towards her bed before collapsing on it without so much as taking off her shoes. As she questioned herself about everything that was happening, the familiar voice of the cold-hearted bitch – Director Zhang – who had greeted them into this would-be school earlier before she went off to sleep. Apparently, USARILN was being attacked by monsters, Menagerie’s creations. Every new student that had arrived today were to be sent to battle, separated into three squads. Angel knew about next to nothing about her comrades, beside Allison. Hopefully these people would be good teammates. As much as she didn’t like what her life had turned into, she had this strange will to live, to see things through and reclaim her lost freedom. With every warning and instruction memorized, the black haired young woman secured the shades that seemed to have fallen on her bed during her sleep and put them one just in time for a guard to suddenly barge into her room [color=f7976a] β€œYou heard the Director, it’s time to get moving, NOW!”[/color] the guard commanded to the punk-looking girl by her bed. [color=9e0039]β€œWoah there! Haven’t you heard of knocking before entering a lady’s room? I swear men these days…”[/color] AngΓ©lique answered to the soldier as she got up from her bed and walked towards the intruder. Compared to earlier in the day, her submissiveness seemed to have faded into a sharper attitude. [color=9e0039]β€œOkay okay! No need to point that thing at me. Lead the way, we don’t have all night.”[/color] She added with the same snappy behavior. In response, the guard only snarled at her remarks, guiding her towards the meeting point. When they reached the truck – the same design from the one they arrived at USARILN – AngΓ©lique noticed that she was the first to have arrived, and shoved completely at the back of the truck. With an annoyed puff, she grumbled at the roughness of the guards as she crossed her arms and legs, waiting for the others to show up. As each members of her team arrived and took place in the truck beside her, she gave them a quick nod as greeting, analysing them afterwards with a thoughtful gaze behind the smoky lenses of her shades. [hr][center][color=silver]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ›, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / β„‚π•£π•šπ•žπ•–π•Ÿ ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕑𝕒𝕖 πŸ™ / / ℕ𝕠𝕣π•₯π•™π•–π•£π•Ÿ 𝕆𝕦π•₯π•€π•œπ•šπ•£π•₯𝕀 / / πŸšπŸ™πŸšπŸ™[/color][/center][hr] Staring at the quickly moving scenery all around them in silence was maddening for the Canadian rock singer. This silence was only giving way to the whispers that had been growing only louder ever since she had awoken only a few dozens of minutes ago. Her right leg was nervously shaking seemingly uncontrollably as she was chewing the nail of her thumb. Thinking about what was going to happen made her nervous. They could potentially die out there, against those freaking monsters that ravaged every parts of the world. Just the thought of it was sickening. She looked towards her comrades, scanning their faces, their appearances, their reactions. As if to occupy her thoughts and distracting her from both the whispers and the potential death that was waiting for them outside, she had begun making guesses about her comrades’ powers, their personalities, their habits and such. She was wondering who this Christopher that needed special preparation was. Hopefully the time spent for preparing himself was well worth the effort put into defending him and keeping him alive. The further this went on, the more she actually wanted to know about her colleagues. After all, if they were to head into battle together, they might as well get to know each other, so that they could try and find synergies in their group. She cleared out her throat awkwardly, as if to try and get attention, and removed her shades to reveal her bright emerald eyes. [color=9e0039]β€œSo, what do you guys do? Powers, I mean. Sorry if it’s too much all of a sudden for a question, figured we might as well get to know about our group.”[/color] Angelique asked to the group, still feeling awkward to have broken the monotony of the silent truck ride. [color=9e0039]β€œApparently, I shout people to death, or so is what I’ve heard from the court reports.”[/color] The black haired metalhead added, a hint of sorrow and regret rising up to the surface as she mentioned about her powers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arriving on the battlefield, AnΓ©lique was awestruck to have a live battle happening right in front of her. All the flashy colors, the dancing girl, everything felt so overwhelming to the young woman who had just been initiated to the world of the Subnaturals in just about a week. She tried her best to focus on what their Chief-in-Operations was saying and not on the battle occurring right behind him. There was one thing she did take note about him however, is that unlike the other soldiers she had met so far, this guy seemed to be a decent human being compared to the rest of the school’s personnel. It kind of immediately made Angel trust in the man, and would try her best to meet his expectations. When the briefing was over, her group was pointed towards a group of monsters. By God, if she had known they would be fighting saucers made of spaghetti and meatballs creature, she would’ve come with a fork and a knife, or rather a pitchfork and a greatsword. Their appearances, as well as the smell of marinara hanging around these creatures, made her feel hungry. She hadn’t eaten yet, for practically a full day she estimated. The music lover wondered if she wasn’t hallucinating for a moment due to her hunger, but she felt like they were TOO real for being a product of her imagination, and as such she turned to her comrades with her quizzical look. She approached the clockwork summoner, the boy who made a good impression to her on the way here for his analytic skills about their team. [color=9e0039]β€œYou have an idea on fighting these… tasty-…looking… pasta?”[/color] AngΓ©lique asked to Aaron, unsure as to how to refer to these monsters.