[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/B6wybxs.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Fb1UXSA.png[/img] [color=silver][hr]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ™πŸœ , 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Œπ•Šπ”Έβ„π•€π•ƒβ„• 𝔼𝕒𝕀π•₯ / / 𝔸𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ π”»π• π•£π•žπ•€ - β„π• π• π•ž πŸ›πŸ˜πŸ˜ / / πŸ˜πŸ πŸ™πŸ [hr][/color] [/center] After her training session with Brent, AngΓ©lique locked herself in her room and remained there quiet for the rest of the morning, until a guard would come up to knock at her door and fetch her for the mission. Before doing anything, she had taken a hot shower to brush away the cold weather she went through earlier and got a change of clothes, opting for something simpler and warmer. She was going into battle later today after all, no need to be wearing anything fancy. A pair of jeans and a sweater would do the trick. Initially, after her strategic and analysis talk with her training partner, Angel was bothered by some aspects of the plans, and decided to review all of her teammates profiles, or at least the notes she had written about them. By the time she finished with Grant’s profile, she was already imagining some measures to take as a group and a use for everyone’s powers. With that fresh in mind, the wannabe strategist began taking the files and added a new entry for each of her classmates: β€˜Strategic Deployment’. If she could figure out what use she could give to everyone, maybe that would help her understand the grand scheme of Kardos’ plan. Hell, it might even help the Aberration in finding out new possibilities should the situation ask for it. It took a few hours of thinking about her classmates and writing down what she knew and imagined what they could do before she finished. All the while, she had been listening to her music playlist quite loudly through her earbuds, finding the heavy rhythm of rock and metal appeasing, or at least burying over, the voices whispering to her. It helped her being distracted from her stigma and thus focusing onto her work. Keeping her neck warm and cozy with a makeshift scarf, AngΓ©lique could feel her throat starting to feel better after squeezing almost a dozen screams earlier. While she was new to the whole Mage thing, the screamer Aberration was still very familiar with vocal cords soreness. Having experimented with her powers last week, the sonic waves she emanated might be magical in nature and have no real ties with actual sound physics, but her physical limit was just the same as if she was screaming or singing for too long. Having experienced her fair deal of temporary voice loss in the past, Angel was familiar with finding remedies for a sore throat. Keeping her throat warm with a scarf was one thing. The other she had learnt was to mix honey with hot water. The drink made it soothing for inside her throat, appeasing the aching. When the time was nearly upon them, Angel walked to her closet and retrieved the military protective gear she had requested early last week. All things considered, the gear was plain black and a bit obstructive considering all the padding and the bulletproof vest. But making sure she was safe from the elements and the hazardous rubbles of the city was well worth the encumbrance. Slipping the protective vest first on her torso, Angel then proceeded after with strapping the elbows and knees pads, figuring out she should’ve done it before the vest as she had a hard time bending with the vest in the way. Over all of that, the sonic Mage slipped inside an overlaying pair of black plain military-designed pants and coat. All that remained for the rockstar-turned-soldier was to gather her signature bangs with the rest of her hair and tie them in a ponytail, avoiding getting hair into her face as she finalized her military attire by putting on a black helmet. Looking over herself in the mirror, Angel felt at odds with her new appearance. She never thought the SWAT-looking figure reflected there would be what she would’ve become one day. The attire stressed her, reminding Angel the reason she was wearing that in the first place. Just as AngΓ©lique finished fastening her Desert Eagle’s holster onto her belt, knocking came at her door. It was time to go. [hr][center][color=silver]π•Œπ•Šπ”Έβ„π•€π•ƒβ„• 𝔼𝕒𝕀π•₯ / / β„‚π•’π•žπ•‘π•¦π•€ / / πŸ™πŸœπŸ˜πŸ˜[/color][/center][hr] It was with a more eased but still anxious mind Angel embarked on the truck that would drive them to Wisford. She was a bit more satisfied to have heard more details about the mission, getting a second briefing cleared out some more aspects of the battle and left room for Angel to think about it and the possibilities. The mention about escaping still pissed her off however. They already made it clear that once they caught someone, they would not let that person go that easily, which begged the question about what really happened to Aaron. If such countermeasures were established, how would a clockwork-summoning teenager be able to escape that? The conspiracy theory about USARILN holding Aaron captive secretly somewhere on the campus only intensified in the singer’s mind. When it was time to get proper equipment, Angel β€˜gracefully’ accepted the given gear and looked up to the weapon box delivered. Ironically, there were two weapons the raven-haired Mage was trained in their use, and the Desert Eagle fastened on her belt wasn’t part of it. In fact, she had no idea how to properly use a handgun. Taking up on the advice of the Commander, Angel resigned on using her requested Desert Eagle. Instead, she opted for taking two weapons of similar design she had practiced with Lawrence. One was a scoped Remington rifle; the other was a riot-breaker shotgun. Swinging the rifle over her shoulders with the provided strap, Angel kept the shotgun in hand while fastening the mandatory provided equipment onto her belt. The stuff felt overall burdening, but fortunately Angel was conditioned. Never did she think all the exercises she had been practicing during her younger years and the mandatory training sessions would benefit her this way now. With a sigh, Angel went inside the truck, taking the first seat available for her.