[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Zmaysrl.png[/img][/center] [colour=SlateGray]"You want to meet them?"[/colour] began a voice from one side of a table. The muscled hand of Sasha Kasparov rested over the tablecloth, elevating a tablet a few centimetres above, displaying one of the more recent articles from The Independent. Published by Christine West, in regards to the stadium attack two weeks prior. [colour=BlueViolet]"Do you disapprove?"[/colour] replied a second voice,belonging to The Boss, leant back in her favoured chair, at her favoured table, in her favoured restaurant - the Nerine Vista, [colour=BlueViolet]"Nobody has called it a 'Blog', not before Lee. He's not [i]from around here.[/i]"[/colour] [colour=SlateGray]"Yes, Ma'am. I disapprove. Have you even looked into him yet?"[/colour] came the thick, Russian accent, as she pressd onto the account linked to the comment, only to be greeted with with the words 'like%20i%27m%20stupid%20enough%20to%20provide%20my%20blog%20link%20here’s server IP address could not be found.' The Boss let the question hang for a moment, as she reached for her glass, and drank deeply from it. [colour=BlueViolet]"The Taskers gave him a once over, and the Surveyors are already doing a location sweep. He's not as clever as he thinks, I'll give you that for free."[/colour] as she looked up from placing the glass back down, she caught Sasha's eyes. They were still unconvinced. [colour=SlateGray]"What about the footage? Did you find him there?"[/colour] [colour=BlueViolet]"I doubt he was at the stadium. Even if he was, Christine only watched the combat. No way of knowing what went on outside of that."[/colour] when she finished, her phone began to vibrate. She pulled the device from her pocket, and read the message that had been sent - from Olympia. [colour=SlateGray]"Ma'am, with respect, we know nothing about him. Yes, we have information, but not enough. If fight breaks out and he overpowers - or kills - someone with us? And why are we focussing on this than The Bate's threa-"[/colour] her opposition was cut short, as The Boss raised her hand. Sasha eyed the phone, attempting to gauge what kind of message it had been, and comparing the ideas to the smile [i][b]She[/b][/i] wore. [colour=BlueViolet]"Really, who cares how strong he is, when I'm bringing you and Christine along?"[/colour] she replied, before sliding the phone across the table to her friend, [colour=BlueViolet]"Something more important just happened anyway, love. [i]They[/i] met up at last."[/colour] Warily, Sasha read the message, listed under the contact simply named "Olympia" [i]002 and 003 together Weather distortion spotted, looks in line with Surveyor report[/i] Sasha sighed. [colour=SlateGray]"That is twice you have been right today."[/colour] The Boss let out a chuckle in response, before pulling the phone back and standing from the table. [colour=BlueViolet]"C'mon, it's been four years now, you should be used to it."[/colour] a short walk away, she came to the window, and looked out through the one way glass to the street, and the people milling about outside, [colour=BlueViolet]"Now then... work me a miracle, Penny Asimov."[/colour] [center]~[/center] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/spRYwkm.png[/img][/center] [center][i]Disparate Pieces[/i][/center] The Vixen took a back seat as Cindy, Lily, Alex, and the crowd of monsters arrived on the roof. It had barely been any time at all since her Bleeding, but with so many people - so much [i]potential[/i] - around her, the flame of lust began to kindle itself once again. But she needed to keep control. She had a purpose for being here. It took effort, and more mental strain than she thought she reliably had, but she forced the flame down. Just until she finished what she needed to do. However, before she could get to her purpose, she found herself, and the rest of those present, distracted by the weather show behind them. With her own bestial magic, she focused her eyes, gauging the intensity of the disruption in that direction. She hadn't been a magical girl that long, but the creation of tornadoes was somethingt she was entirely unfamiliar with. Lily was right, a Horror seemed fairly likely, especially if it was coming from the graveyard that one of Cindy's crew directed to, but The Vixen cared little. She turned back towards Cindy, hoping to get to the reason she was there, but found herself, once again, cut off - this time by the rest of the girls that had arrived venturing off towards the disturbance. The girl on the motorbike, the girl with fire, the girl with stone. Things were getting annoying now. [colour=Gray]"Wait a minute, Cindy."[/colour] she finally got out, now that things had calmed down, [colour=Gray]"I want to work with you. It looks to me like you have a lot of Monster Girls. I think I'd fit ri-"[/colour] Her proposal was cut off by another voice from behind. She had to force herself to stop, the annoyance of being cut off and stopped one too many times breaking the barrier she had tried so hard to maintain in the past minutes. The embers that made up her mental instability flared back into life, no longer satiated by the previous night, and the hunger drove itself back into the forefront of her mind. She turned herself to face the speaker, ready to kill them, when she heard the name. [center][color=9e0039][u][b]“Thalia?”[/b][/u][/color][/center] [colour=Silver]"No..."[/colour] with wide eyes, the tension that had built up in The Vixen's body tightened even further, as [url=https://i.imgur.com/W7IkD8B.jpg]she locked gazes with Penny[/url], [colour=Silver]"You're too early... you weren't meant to be here yet..!"[/colour] involuntarily, The Vixen took a step back, up to the edge of the rooftop of Penrose Town Hall. Penny had arrived at the worst time. Hunger swelled within her, and friend or foe, it didn't care. There was only one recourse. She could feel it taking over - her mind switching modes, passing the controls off from "Thalia" and onto "The Vixen". Beyond her control, her tails swirled together, forming a nine coiled mess of burnt and bloody fur, which rose into the sky behind her like a scorpion's sting, over the top of her equally burnt, and torn, red robes. [colour=Gray]"...Sorry."[/colour] were the only words she got out, before energy built up behind her, firing a beam of fire from the tips of her tails, aimed directly at Penny. The beam lasted for barely a few seconds, enough time to create a distraction, before Thalia dropped off the side of the building, clearly intent on running. [center][@Shifter_Master][@Ariamis][@PlatinumSkink][@DarkwolfX37][/center] [center]~[/center] [center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190313/8f36699659ebb5d021c7238610ff6b7b.png[/img][/center] [center][i]Initiative[/i][/center] Rebecca took a moment, atop the roof. She banished her weapon, hoping to keep her nerves in check, and took to rereading the document Christine had passed onto her. It was covered in a few blocks of text, practically an essays worth, detailing her “story”. The stuff written there was in almost disturbing detail. The concepts, the ideas, and the motivations were scarily in line with Rebecca herself: how she might have felt; acted; believed - some years ago. If this was the kind of detail necessary to get past a magical lie detector, then she was all for it, but still, she held a slight amount of concern to how [b][i]She[/i][/b] had created something so accurate. Charlotte must have told her everything. Twin Soul she may have been, but that girl hadn’t yet learnt the power of information. Ever since that Beacon article screw up... [i]Weather distortion spotted 006 is a Beacon member, and will most likely head there See Surveyor Data: _____[/i] Rebecca’s phone buzzed with information. The number belonged to the Support Centre, Surveyor Division, and attached was a link. Pressing it opened the usual fanfare, confetti and digital fireworks included, and brought up the app the Surveyor Division had specially designed, with its various, ridiculous, and unnecessary embellishments. Why [b][i]She[/i][/b] greenlit something like it to be used for the Independent was beyond her. The moment the app opened, it switched to the view the link had provided her - a satellite image of a Penrose City, with a single, static dot, over what appeared to be a graveyard. With a sigh, Rebecca resummoned her weapon, and took a few steps across the roof, to the door Christine had exited from some minutes ago. She stepped down the staircase, into the building, and then into the shadow of one of the rooms, only to disappear entirely.