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[b][u][color=Crimson]and Epsilon-12[/color][/u][/b]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Sentinels HQ, London
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Jeanne and Creatrix [@Lmpkio], Jean-Luc [@Awesomoman64], Sean [@PhoenixRising][/center]

The brief walk from the hotel to the Sentinel's headquarters was an unpleasant one. Not only was the blaring sunlight a constant annoyance, but Antoinette had decided to wear a pair of lavish heels. Though slight humidity and uncomfortable footwear were nothing compared to the stares. Now, Professor Agreste was not one to deny the stares of strangers; provided they were stares of envy. Of coarse no one could resist keeping their eyes glued to such a glamorous woman as she strolled down the streets of London in her white blouse, black silk skirt and designer blazer. Pressed into the charcoal black fabric was a lovely pearl brooch, an heirloom passed down from her grandmother. Around her neck sat a pair of golden chained necklaces with a jeweled butterfly dangling in front of her chest. Her gloved hand could be seen clearly as she elegantly raised her cigarette holder to her red, luscious lips. A pair of sunglasses and a wide brimmed black hat masqueraded the top half of her face. No doubt, Antoinette Agreste was a woman of mystery who was used to others staring at her.

Though the common people of London were not staring at her, but rather the strange being that followed behind her. Even when not in her Thanatos suit, Epsilon-12 stood out as a cyborg among the common people. Her long, gorgeous locks of blond hair sat gently over her shoulders and flowed all the way down to her hips. Even despite her human appearances, it was hard to miss the metallic platings that encased her entire left arm and right shoulder. In her white sundress, wired machinery peeked up along her upper back. From the odd, jarring lumps along her spine, one could assume that the technology continued all the way down to her waist. If you were to look at her legs, you would find that aside from the upper thigh, they were completely mechanised. Epsilon's gravitational core was embedded into her chest, but the faint blue glow still managed to peek through. It was because of this core, that Epsilon was able to gently hover behind Antoinette during their journey. The red light in her visor moved from side to side, scanning the surroundings as they approached the headquarters.

"[color=LemonChiffon]Destination Spotted. Standing by for follow up commands. Please advise.[/color]" Epsilon-12's voice was human, there was no doubt about that. Every time Antoinette listened to her, she was reminded of Sabrina. Though the cold and calculating monotony of Orpheus was the only tone she ever spoke in. Antoinette threw her cigarette on the ground, stamping it out as she continued without a word to Epsilon. The machine stared after her master for a few seconds before repeating herself.
"[color=LemonChiffon]Standing by for follow up commands. Please advise.[/color]" Antoinette stopped in her tracks, rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses before turning back to Epsilon.
"[color=Coral]I swear, you're like a child.[/color]" Despite the harshness in her voice, Epsilon remained stationary. Antoinette sighed. "[color=Coral]Remain on defensive standby. Some of these people might not be happy to see me.[/color]" With that, Epsilon's still body began moving forward to follow Antoinette once more.
"[color=LemonChiffon]Affirmative. Remaining in defensive standby mode until further notice.[/color]" Antoinette stepped forward, jay-walking across the street towards the headquarters. Today was going to be interesting.
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When Antoinette had approached the front desk with Epsilon, they were met with a lady who directed them to the elevator. The secretary seemed confused as to why they hadn't brought their luggage, which Antoinette informed her that it was being dealt with by the hotel. When the elevator doors closed, Antoinette immediately lit up another cigarette and took a long drag. The sensation of the lift carrying them higher up the building was completely overshadowed by the curiosity Antoinette felt. Who would be making a return to the Sentinels? What new faces could she expect to see? No doubt, her expectations were high. So when the lift finally came to a close, Antoinette was surprised to see the meager gathering of individuals that the elevator doors unveiled.

"[color=Coral]Where's the party?[/color]" She proclaimed, stepping forward with Epsilon close behind. Out of the few faces, one did bring back memories to Antoinette. She approached one of the seats towards the middle of the table, removing her jacket and handing it to Epsilon while her faithful companion stood behind the chair. "[color=Coral]Well, you've really outdone yourself Creatrix.[/color]" She addressed the robot informally, taking another puff from her smoke. Her eyes shifted to Jeanne, and she couldn't help but smirk before rudely blurting out.
"[color=Coral]So we've got Captain Feathersword and a couple of kids.[/color]" She stared at Jean-Luc and Sean with the same amount of disrespect she had given Jeanne. "[color=Coral]Why, the terrorist are shaking in their boots as we speak.[/color]"

She finished her cigarette with one long, final drag; tilting her head back in pure ecstasy before blowing a cloud of smoke into the ceiling. Epsilon stood behind her, gazing at each of the faces. Despite them being allies, the cyborg was on full alert; for she had been informed that the potential of one of these individuals being a threat to Antoinette was higher than zero percent. That was too high in her books. Antoinette continued to stare at the three before addressing Creatrix.
"[color=Coral]So tell me, old friend, what's so special about these schmucks that makes them think they can carry on the good name of the Sentinels?[/color]"