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I'm a fuckin' weeb, but one of my great-grandparents was Japanese and a Japanese can't be a weeb by definition so...
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...kill me.

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EDIT: Changed my mind. Good luck on the roleplay nonetheless!

--The Battle for PSPD#11--


After the eight-feet tall humanoid mech barged through the other side of the building, the spitroast maneuver was initiated. However, this also meant that freelancers joined the fray, all mixed up with official agents, something Silmeria didn't look forward to, yet she could do naught but hope for the best, especially when Veronica warned them about keeping collateral damage to a minimum.

Then much to her surprise, the one who would grossly violate that instruction wasn't any of the freelancers, but Jacqueline instead. "..." Sil's eyes went half-closed and her lips pursed into an emotionless flat line as she watched the plate-clad esper's localized earthquake made short work of the windows, furniture, and amenities of the precinct's first floor. The brunette had half the mind to say something, but fortunately Veronica beat her to it. Good, she could focus on squeezing the last bit of advantage provided by Jackie's seismic blunder, make it worth something.

Volley after volley of sabots launched off the coiled barrel like miniaturized versions of a certain American superhero, most - if not all - of them striking true the disoriented gangsters. They were deliberately aimed at vital organs too, either the skull or heart, minimizing the need for double tapping, efficient neutralization was key to good marksmanship, something Apollo should take note about, but that might be expecting too much from the skinsuited hunk.

...tre ...fire ...fem... The brunette marksman kept a mental tally, make things easier to assess her contribution to the group.

The combination of Klava's cryo casket and Apollo's holy hand grenade managed to outright shatter a gangster into million icy pieces and the resulting frozen shrapnel struck any mobsters unfortunate enough to be close to him. Due to their position at the staircase, some mobs got knocked off balance, providing Valkyrie with ample opportunities to make sure they wouldn't be getting up anytime soon... or ever. ...seks ...syv. There we go. Well, well, perhaps she had been a little too judgmental about the freelancers after all, or at least this particular group of freelancers.

Then, as if things weren't dire enough for the mobsters, Malice Incarnate himself finally arrived. As Valkyrie was the furthest esper away from Silhouette, she didn't get the brunt of his dreadful presence, but it wouldn't have mattered much if she had anyway due to their familiarity as fellow agents. Indeed as he announced, Samuel wasted no time in striking the remaining first-floor mobsters, making great use of the element of surprise.

--The Black-Clad White Snake--


They said the universe would always try to balance itself, Newton's third law of motion, for every action there's an equal opposite reaction. The mobsters that the agents and freelancers faced so far were mere fries of the organization, the drones, and now the nest had been stirred, the praetorians started to emerge to equalize the opposition. A bundle of fat and muscle with a chain fetish and a riot police gangster squad. Huh... guess the espers weren't the only colorful group here. Sil was about to take aim on the chain sumo's perfectly bald head when she spotted something ominous at the corner of her eyes. "...?!" She could only get a glimpse of the figure, but his looks were so distinctive from the typical small fry mobsters that she knew by instinct that he was either a higher-up or an unauthorized individual.

She spoke into her earpiece using the group's shared frequency, "Valkyrie here, there's a tango at the top flo-... Three ominous thuds cut her off, two from the floor underneath her sneakers and one from the concrete wall just outside the window. The first two were of most immediate concern as Silmeria's eyes opened wide with constricted pupils of unpleasant shock, "FAEN!!!" The whole group - agents and freelancers both - would hear the Norwegian curse blasted through their respective earpieces then followed very shortly by garbled distortion of something incredibly loud that the earpiece failed to convey them properly, however, those familiar with combat situations would recognize them as explosives.

.........
.....
...

"Uuugh... cough! Cough! Aaaargh..." Sil coughed hard a few times as she rose up from the light debris and rubble covering her frame, she had just enough time to ditch the window perch and dolphin-dived into the nearest apartment block, taking cover behind the concrete wall.

Shit... if it wasn't for her esper form's Style, she'd be grievously injured at best or dead at worst. Her ears were still ringing and balance a bit off, but she'd live. Alright, that 'tango' was definitely hostile, she didn't get a really good look, but her gut told her that it was King Cobra coz' explosives and all that. Either way, she's not letting him off the hook.

After letting herself recover for a moment as to not vomit mid-speech, she addressed the whole group again, "Valkyrie... again. That tango just threw explosives at me, might be King Cobra himself. No signs of Rottweiler. I'll see what I can do, over." That hostile was dangerous and it'd be bad if they joined the mobs at the first floor, better nip it in the bud.

Walking over to the gaping hole that was the abandoned apartment's 2nd story window, Valkyrie electrified her legs as she stepped out of said hole to run as fast as she can on the wall, aiming to scale two floors worth of height so she can vault into the vacant apartment's 4th story window, bringing her at eye-level with the precinct's topmost floor across the street.

Once there, she'd carefully scan the floor using her sights... while being alert to any stray explosives this time, Where the fuck are you, you slithery bastard?


20 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500

[Bronze Self] [Speedster] = -32 Mana

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 436

--Freelancers Arrive---


In response to Jacqueline's inquiry, Binky mentioned that monsters shouldn't be involved, however, every GEMINI agent worth their salt would know that one must always expect the unexpected with those alien scum. They could show up anywhere, anytime, especially in mana hotspots... and this whole goddamn city is a mana hotspot. So yes, sending out Silhouette to scout ahead was wise.

When her ears caught the heavy thumps of heavy metal boots streaking toward her group, Silmeria frowned her brows ever so slightly as she turned to face the source, only for her eyes to widen as those orange irises reflected an eight feet tall iron golem. For a split second, her trigger finger twitched, but judging from the lack of adverse reactions from her fellow agents, this... metallic giant was friendly. Not only friendly, apparently sapient too, so... what was inside this thing is an esper, right? One of the freelancers by the looks of things.

"Evening, Protector..." Sil's voice trailed off a bit at the end, a part of her mind still in conflict between knowing that some espers had radical transformations yet this Protector fellow managed to push it even further. She wondered if that exoskeletal armor is as tough as it looks, she might be an even better at soaking up enemy fire than Breacher.

After Protector, nothing afterwards could really top its dynamic entrance, not even Apollo with his scumbag muscle car. No matter how many cylinders did those environmentally-disastrous engine have, they couldn't evoke as much as a reaction as a literal 8 feet tall mech suit. However, mundane as the car might be, its owner was less so. At first, Sil just half-closed her eyes when a figurative douchebag stepped out of the vehicle, but when he was suddenly covered in a skin-colored skintight suit - literally a second layer of skin - he too managed to cause the riflewoman to twitch her trigger finger. Right, of course, he was a freelancer too. Guess this was another reason why she preferred to work with in-house operatives.

She didn't deign Apollo with a response, but even with her silence - or perhaps precisely because of it - the skinsuited esper looked a tad bit spooked by her presence. Was there something on her face? Couldn't be, she had a pretty forgettable face. Oh, perhaps it's the gun? Well, whatever the case, she didn't feel like it's worth her time to ask.

The little commotion caused by Apollo and his douchecruiser were enough to cover the Ruski girl's arrival like a military-grade smokescreen. Sil felt a bit embarrassed that she didn't consciously notice Klava before the white-haired esper flashed her shimr app to the government agents. If she had to guess, the first inquiry would be a joke, but the rest were serious. Still, snacks and coffee, huh? Sil couldn't say that she'd disapprove if those are actually here. As for the map, she knew it would be shared in the briefing.

The gun-toting brunette noticed that little cheeky smirk from the blue-eyed girl to which she replied with a quirked eyebrow. Combined with Apollo's little head whip from before, she wondered if there really was something on her face.

Regardless, she addressed all of the new arrivals at once, "Valkyrie, designated marksman and fire support. Pleasure to be working with you." She introduced herself with the same level of enthusiasm as a call center operator, by the books with absolutely nothing between the lines.

--The Briefing--


Shortly afterwards, the head honcho of this whole operation made herself known. As someone who had been with GEMINI for more than a year now, she had gotten used to hearing stories about Dr. Moller's antics and after being stationed in Pax Septimus, bear witness to them herself. Believe her when she said that fading into existence like a wannabe shinobi was the least of her shenanigans. Regardless, the scientist's prestigious doctorate title actually meant something, she was undoubtedly good at what she does.

Although Silmeria never really understood Veronica's fixation with anime hair colors...

"Afternoon, Doctor." The brunette - no doubt an incredibly boring hair color for Veronica - gave her direct superior a nod, just for the courtesy if nothing else.

Then instead of beginning the briefing proper, the good doctor decided it was more prudent to give Mobile Apps 101 to Binky instead. She'd say that they had little time to waste, but Sil didn't feel the situation was dire enough to bother. Fortunately, the impromptu class ended sooner than later and the briefing could begin. Oh now it's urgent and every second count, ja?!

Despite Apollo's leitmotif, Veronica's head looked like a far more enticing target to smack right about now...

Is i magen, Silmeria, bare svelg kamelene... A few quiet deep breaths later, she was back to neutral. Just zen out and do your job, how hard could it be?

Right, restore order to PSPD#11 by eliminating these lowlife scums, the kind of people that's little better than monsters. As soon as the projector drone displayed the map on the ground, Sil walked over to examine it, light reflecting off her irises as she studied the blueprint. A closed-quarters combat zone, just perfect, those gangbangers would be thinking they're safe behind these concrete walls... sitting like ducks right where she'd want them to be.

"Troubling...” The possible presence of hostages made things a bit complicated, this meant she had to make sure they weren't in the line of fire. She hoped they wouldn't be used as meat covers either, but she didn't expect these criminals to have any decency. "Since we have the element of surprise, I think it's best that we take them all out in one sweep.” Sil chimed in, the prospect of losing innocent lives roused her enough to make her stance clear on the matter.

She personally wouldn't consume any food or drinks previously touched by those brigands, but hey, maybe Klava would have her snacks and coffee after all.

"King Cobra, Rottweiler, better alive than dead, noted." No headshots or vital organ perforations for these two, but no one said anything about putting their limbs out of commission. As for Rottweiler's Bruce-Lee-Wannabe hobby... "Just get me a clear shot at him and I'll make sure he won't be using those arms for anything again." Finally something sensible out of Veronica's mouth, yep, esper or no, a human body's greatest weakness was still the same ol' thing, bullets.

"Understood, ma'am." Silmeria - Valkyrie - accepted her order of engagement with nary a fuss. She agreed, the second-story window of said apartment building would be the best vantage point to start, then she could just ascend to higher floors or join the fray when needed. She spared Binky a condoling look at her orders, having a similar sentiment to the freelancers. Well, the Protector iron golem fellow seemed fine, but the other two... the Ruski's cheeky smugness rubbed her off the wrong way and Skinsuit douchebag didn't need further elaboration. Best of luck, cabbage head, but at least Silhouette would join her.

"..." Right, you're the last person justified to mention the time, Veronica... "Moving."

--Operation: Cut the Serpent's Head--


Supernatural rifle in hand, Valkyrie's sneakers thumped against the asphalt as she crossed the street with the prowess of an olympic champion athlete. Once she was a few steps from the wall of the vacant apartment, orange sparks surged downward along her legs onto her feet much like veins. The esper's self-cast Melody enabled her to dash forward and literally climb the walls by walking on them, it's as if her soles were magnets and the concrete walls were metal slabs. The maneuver allowed Valkyrie to reach the 2nd floor window and vaulted inside, gaining position without going through the fuss of entering the building first, bypassing potential hassles such as locked doors and broken stairways.

"Valkyrie here, I'm in position, over." She communicated to the whole squad via her earpiece, then set her sights on the 1st floor windows of the target building. "I see gangsters... armed, assault weapons, sidearms. Ready to engage when you are, Breacher."

Then Breacher breached the door and opened fire, that was her cue. Disenganging trigger discipline, Valkyrie's right index finger pulled the trigger after she picked a target. As soon as it happened, Teslic Gauss' coils light up a dim reddish-orange glow as sparks of the same color sputtered off the oddly-shaped 'barrel'. Unlike conventional firearms, the supernatural weapon emitted a distinctive ’BZZZT!!’ noise instead of the explosive bang of gunpowder. Ferromagnetic sabots were accelerated along the coiled barrel then launched off at a velocity that outclassed even modern anti-materiel rifles. However, the end result was similar.

The charged projectile crossed the street, pierced through a window, smashed through a wooden chair, then homed into a gangster's temple, turning his head into chunky salsa. Even then, it was still going, this time puncturing another gangster's right waist, giving him an on-field "hip replacement" procedure, before finally landing on the floor, creating a small hole there. All of these happened faster than the blink of an eye.

"Two down." But she was just getting started, there were a lot more scumbags to clean up! Scanning the first floor, she'd look for more targets and once she had a clear shot, she'd take them, blasting off gangster after gangster in a cold, calculated manner. At this distance, Teslic Gauss didn't need to worry about pesky stuff such as bullet ballistics. The sheer force and velocity of the sabots pretty much guaranteed a nigh-zero distortion to the projectile's intended path.


20 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500

[Bronze Self] [Speedster] = -32 Mana

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 468

--The City of Blood--

Pax Septimus... the city of blood. It seemed this metropolis couldn't really wash off its violent legacy. Decades after decades, these lands saw many atrocities that would squirm anyone who wasn't a sociopath. Colonization, slavery, gang wars, corruption, Septimus had seen them all and now, motherfucking aliens from an alternate dimension. Sure these xeno incursions were spotted globally nowadays, but this city seemed to have it the worst. The prevailing theory was that it's not a mere coincidence as according to what's already known about mana and its relation to human suffering and death, Pax Septimus must be a gold mine for these monsters, inviting many opportunistic beasts to come akin to the West Coast during the gold rush era.

And to think she used to believe that Detroit was the most violent city in the States...

Well, it didn't matter what the monsters' motivations are, each and every one of those abominations deserved swift extermination, like the pests they are. As flawed as the US Government was, at least they were sensible enough to recognize this threat and respond accordingly. She was more than ready to risk life and limb if she could make sure that no one else would share the fate of her father and sister.

"..." As the APC arrived just outside a certain building, Silmeria opened her reddish-orange eyes, concluding her little meditation. Clutching the strange coiled firearm in her hands, she disembarked shortly after Binky did. Even as her right shoe was in the process of descending to the gravel below, her eyes were already scanning the perimeter for any funny business, her fingers maintaining trigger discipline yet also ready to engage as soon as possible. Breacher was already there - as coordinated via comms - and judging by her pose, there were no immediate hostiles in the vicinity.

Silmeria, or Valkyrie as she's often referred to by fellow GEMINI operatives, followed after the green-haired esper, content to just listen to the impromptu pre-briefing between her superiors. Well, Binky was definitely higher in the hierarchy being Dr. Veronica's personal assistant, but technically, she and Breacher were equals. Although in practice, the Chinese woman had been in the business for longer and had more life experience than she so it's only prudent to show her senior due respect.

Freelancers, huh? It's always a gamble with them, the Shimr app kind of thinned the herd a bit, but there was still no guarantee. If Sil was in charge, she'd have preferred to keep things in-house, but she wasn't in charge so... yeah. With Su, Jacqueline, and herself, there were at least three active official agents here, plus they had Binky as contingency. Dr. Veronica might not exactly be likable, but the woman knew what she was doing... most of the time.

Although Sil heard it, she deigned it'd be in poor taste to comment about Su's daughter, the horned woman was incredibly protective when it came to her family after all.

When the two initiated a little handshake, Sil debated whether she should join or not... ah, well, considering their survival depended on cohesive teamwork... "To a successful operation." She didn't offer a handshake, but fortunately, the presence of her rifle provided her with an excuse to keep her hands busy. Here right in this veritable urban warzone, even a second of slack posed risks.


20 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 500


I see Regina’s leitmotif as more of a tiger or panther, actively being stealthy like a, well, hunter.

While Silmeria’s is like a chameleon or octopus, passively being stealthy by not doing anything.

These look different enough to me. Chameleons are nothing like tigers.

Good advice tho, I’ll make sure not to stray into the active-type stealth ability down the line.

For the instrument’s special, now that you put it that way, it is kind of OP for a silver-grade special.

I’ll leave the leitmotif alone, make the changes to the instrument, post the edited version to the character tab, then join the discord.

Thanks, broskis.

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20 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 500
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