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Just as Isabella quickly left the building and rode off, a masked figure wearing a birdlike jacket and concealing their face with a beak mask peeked her head from above the nearby rooftop. She gave the area a good scan-over of energy, immediately surprised to see the large spike of energy following Isabella as he left. Completely caught off guard, Arianna pressed the side of the Huginn-Module's hood, activating it's communications.

"Alright, he's gone. The only subject guarding the package is clearly off-guard. Package is ripe for the taking."

Ever since the battle in Antarctica, Arianna had been tasked with observing the group that reclaimed the Power Stone themselves from afar, as they traveled back to Gold City. For months, she'd been tracking down the Power Stone, using process of elimination to find out who didn't have the stone, and who did. Even after narrowing it down to the demonic mercenary in her own vacation suite, she'd been waiting for weeks to make a proper move, observing people's comings and goings, trying to formulate a plan for Horizon to make a complete and clean smash and grab. That is, until notorious terrorist Abel flew in with his gunship, turned a few buildings into rubble, and announced that the entire city had a half hour to hand over the Power Stone before the gunship resumes the destruction, throwing the biggest wrench possible at their plans.

"Alright, Arianna, good work. Your new directions are to retrieve the Stone yourself." An ethereal, authoritative voice began to give directions through the built-in communicator, completely bypassing the radio static or acoustic aberrances.

"Wait, me?! What about Daren, or Ulric?" she pleaded, looking for literally any other alternative.

"There's no time, Arianna. That fool, Abel, is threatening to rip the city brick by brick within the hour. Before that, something's going to happen with the stone. Obtain it as quickly as you can, and arrive back at the outpost for evacuation. Understood?"

"yes," Arianna answered quietly, signing off. Sheathing the communicator, she unzipped the Huginn-Module, and pulled out three robotic birds strapped to the inner jacket. Placing them down on the rooftop's edge, she let out a sharp whistle, causing them to flutter their robotic wings and light up their eyes, looking at her for directions. She then held up her arm, tapping away her fingers on the back of the jacket's forearm, causing various squares to light up in response to each tap. After a moment of pressing several "buttons", the drones turned around and locked onto the building Arianna had been observing, stretching out their wings outward and necks forward.

"Guess it's like they say... You want something done right..." Arianna began. she pressed a red flash of light, and all three of the drones screeched as they descended from the roof, taking flight in an upward curve as they flew straight towards the wall of the building. The drones she sent slammed into the wall closest to where the Power Stone was being held, each one causing a small detonation, which combined to create enough force to blow a large hole through.

"...Stick it to the least capable person..." she finished, before leaping from the roof and gliding towards the opening she created, the featherlike cuffs at the sleeves of the Huginn-Module suddenly straightening and sharpening into thick blades. Unfortunately, she was completely aware that the Power Stone she sought after was now a good mile or so away and counting.


"Yes... Fascinating... Amazing..."

Ulric Dotair sat in a lab room, analyzing various materials and samples laid out on the table in front of him, along with various other electronic equipment and sheets of data. On a laptop sitting on the desk played a distant video recording of the battle in Antarctica; Most importantly, the fight between Oh-One and Jill... or rather, whatever she became for the short duration she thrashed him in. Shortly after the battle ended, Jill was admitted to a hospital that was a secretly a front for Horizon Frontiers. During the duration of her recovery, they ran several tests, gathering data and samples to better analyze the anomaly, as well as it's effects.

Behind him in the corner sat Daren Metzger, who perpetually sharpened his ridiculously large meat cleaver with a whetstone, his only defense against mind-gnawing boredom. Bodyguard... Yeah right. For weeks now, he'd been sitting in a Horizon Frontiers' facility, guarding an old-man who could probably kick his own ass in a fight, when the Power Stone was literally just a few blocks away. When was something exciting going to happen?

Suddenly, the small TV sitting on Ulric's desk changed channels as the current broadcast was hijacked. Abel, terrorist leader of MIRAGE, informed the viewer that had he not a Power Stone sitting in his hand within half an hour, he'd obliterate the entire city, before changing to a countdown matching that time. Instead of being overcome with dread, Daren stood himself up, tossing his whetstone aside.

"Alrighty! Guess I'll see you in a bit, doc," He bid farewell, gathering his various other supplies.

"What do you mean? You can't just leave, you're under strict orders to protect me and this facility!" Ulric protested, swiveling around in his chair.

"I know. And how else to protect you besides going to give the big-scary-TV-guy a good few chops before he blows up the entire city?" Daren countered, sheathing his cleaver behind his back. He unlocked the reinforced metal door to the room, heading out into the hallway.

"Hey, Hey! Stop! Get-- Oh what do I care..." Ulric retired, slowly turning back to his desk, "Atleast now I can get some research done without that damned shining noise..."

Daren head out of the facility and into the chaotic streets of Gold City, seeing Abel's battleship blot out the sun, as well as a few buildings on fire or in ruins, creating massive pillars of black smoke. Daren's constant grin ever-so-slightly widened as he went out into the streets, cleaver in hand and trouble in mind.
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Agatha Loom

Agatha's period of unconsciousness didn't last too long. By the time she regained consciousness, the Casino was a mess, but there were still some people left, but for all she could see through the now-broken window, the FBI left. She did a quick headcount, seeing that though some were left behind, not everyone was. Come to think of it, just before passing out she vaguely remembered hearing them ask who their leader was. Maybe they completely overlooked Agatha and took on either volunteer members, or started making their own judgements...

Once Agatha was stable and back on her feet, she made her way back over to the roundtable, which the rest of the members came to for discussing what the hell just happened. Agatha tried opening her own mouth, but--

"Don't you even open your fucking mouth," Emily started, thrusting a finger at her, "I refuse to even listen to you open your mouth! Where the hell was you when all of this was going on?! Curled up in a fucking ball or something?! We were getting destroyed and if you couldn't handle it, then you can't handle being a leader!"

Agatha was overwhelmed, with both fear and confusion, trying to give a satisfactory response. Thankfully Maya came to her defense and brought Agatha back up to speed in the process.

"Hey Emily, how's your ass? And that’s a nice pair of handcuffs you got there. Why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop pretending you didn’t try to run away as soon as shit hit the fan? As if you’re not a self serving bitch who’d rather run than help the rest of us?"

Then after shutting down Emily's bullshit, she turned towards Agatha, “Not that she’s entirely wrong. What were you doing during this entire thing? What’s the point in having a leader who’s just going to freak out as soon as it gets dangerous? I’m not saying we’re going to look for it, but if we’re on the feds radar… that means we’re on other people’s too.”

Agatha just remained silent and standing there, her gaze tracing to the ground as the rest of the Coven devolved into bickering and discussion. Just like always. Even when they got raided by the fucking police, all anyone could do was stand around and bitch. They weren't a Coven, they were just a toxic fucking clique. And Agatha was finally sick of it. How in the fuck was she even supposed to react to the literal fucking FBI smashing their door down? She was just some woman with an eye for the supernatural, not a professional crime lord!

“That’s why I think it’s about time we pick a new leader. My vote’s for...,” Maya continued.

Agatha's head snapped in her direction.

"Fine. You do that. All of you just fucking do that. Because I am done with this shitshow. When I joined this group I thought we'd just be exploring the Extra-Normal and understanding magic better. Not getting on the FBI's nerves, or becoming some gang to shake down someone's fucking vampire problem!"

Agatha pulled her half-removed denim coat back on, then started walking out the front door. She didn't even pay a word to Madison and the bunch, who finally returned from the actual sort of thing the Coven was made for.

"I am not cut out for this bullshit. I'm going home. If you all still want to play around and fight over who gets to be leader of this little clubhouse while the law is onto us, then you do just that. I don't care anymore."

Shen then walked right out the door, completely ignoring whatever was behind her.
Agatha Loom

"Good point, good point, Mademoiselle.... however, maybe we just need a stronger push in the right direction. A few members of the Coven are... dealing with curses. Perhaps we should help them, I'm certain many would be willing to lend a hand... given how Kayla was able to sway them to fight vampires."

"Maybe... We might earn more respect if we actually offer an ear to members, actually try to see through and help them with their problems. You make a good point, Claudette."

Claudette extended a hand, smiling "Come on, let's try it."

Agatha managed a smile of her own, then took the frenchwoman's grasp gently.

Then before they were able to return to the room, Agatha heard a loud smashing of glass. For a split second she thought the Coven lacked the responsibility to act like functional adults for a literal fucking minute in her absence. Then she heard a loud hissing sound-- Okay, what the hell did they do now?!

Agatha ran back around the corner and saw gas rapidly flooding the room, with the rest of the Coven scrambling away from it lest it choked them into a coma.

"FBI! FBI! FBI! F-B-I!" She heard someone shout, before three figures entered the building, clad in body armor, flashing badges, and wielding guns.

Oh FUCK. The Feds were onto them! Why the fuck were they there, how the fuck did they find them?? Did Kayla cause too much trouble in her shakedown of the vampires, Agatha didn't even fucking ask her how it went even once and now the police tracked themd down! Why the hell didn't she think to tell her "No, you can't turn the entire Coven into your own personal legbreakers and go beat up a bunch of people, now her ass was going to get arrested, and even if she didn't get tased to death her Grandpa was going to murder her, and-- and--

Agatha's heartrate went from mildly agitated to fucking exploding. Her instincts immediately told her to run out the back door, but she reacted exactly like a deer-in-the-headlights where she wanted to run, but was too paralyzed with terror not to. Combined with the gas flooding into the room, Agatha's breathing started to sound like a deflating squeaky toy as she began to cough and sputter on the rancid smoke as well. Soon enough her legs buckled under her, and she fell to the ground before quickly passing out. She lay sprawled out, having desperately tried to crawl off before losing consciousness and collapsing on the floor of the now-exposed hideout, just a smidge around the corner, making her fallen body a total non-issue during the raid.
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