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The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had given Carolina and October a quick briefing on everything they knew about the 0-8-4. Its origin was thought to be Asgardian, yet the device was sensitive to those with extraordinary abilities. While this ability on the surface was simply a glorified deviance detector, it had the potentially to be much more dangerous if in the wrong hands. Beyond this, S.H.I.E.L.D. had relatively little data.
More alarmingly, they had next to nothing on the school's headmaster, Faust. According to all of their records, he didn't exist. There were no photographs of him from which a facial recognition search could be performed, as well as no DNA or prints to analyze. To know one's enemy is to be able to defeat him. To this end, October and Carolina's first task was to find as much evidence as possible as to Faust's true identity - and if possible, gather more intelligence on the 0-8-4. Where did it come from? How did Faust intend to use it?
Why did Faust set up this academy for those with talents?
"Remember, you can tell no one that you are part of this initiative," Agent Coulson had reminded them on countless occasions. "If you are in trouble, the rings we've given you double as panic buttons. Press on the gem three times and it'll signal us to come in."
Of course, there was a large assumption that the technology would work. Magic had a way of disrupting such signals. But it was, supposedly, better than nothing at all. The rings were rather nondescript, allowing them to hopefully not be detected. They were also given tubes of lipsticks that were actually miniature cameras, and mascara tubes that could be used to store samples. October had wrinkled her nose at most of these spy gadgets, finding them to be a bit sexist.
"They were used by the Howling Commandos," Agent Coulson reminded the girls. "These are priceless artifacts--use them well."
October clipped her flower into her hair, completing her morning routine. Over the past few days, they hadn't been able to obtain much in the way of evidence. Their lessons had been run by the heads of Absinthe house, with Faust remaining in his study. When they had attempted to break in, the lock had been enchanted. Their attempts to pick it had been useless. However, this was their first real chance. They were supposed to have a lesson today from the headmaster, as he taught only during weekdays.
"A History of Persecution," October mused, reading the title of the course from the piece of paper. There was a one sentence description underneath it. The course was focusing on atrocities committed by normals against those with abilities - those with deviances. The Salem Witch Trials was on the syllabus. A criticism of so called traitor, Charles Xavier, had been listed as well.
"Carolina, are you ready?" October asked, tossing a ball of fire back and forth from one hand to the other. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Bonnie Chase had given the two of them medical treatment, allowing October to be almost fully healed. The medicine was almost certainly banned by the FDA, yet her injuries were remarkably better. They hadn't entirely healed and she was sore, but she'd be able to fight if needed. "I don't want to miss a discussion of angry mobs," October added. "I love a good mob. Especially if they've got torches - pitchforks are okay, but they don't quite grab me."
@Nallore Getting my post up now - going to give us a bit of a timeskip.
Jenna Westbrook
Location: Silver Mine
Despite pretending to have been in the mine the entire time, Jenna did have some real pain. Her ankle was still aching from her fall in the woods, but at least it would help to sell her story. Hearing Declan say he was coming for her, she couldn't help but smile a bit, yet feel guilty at the same time. She had always loosely suspected that he liked her as something more than a friend - but with all of the chaos in her life, she hadn't had the time to put much thought to it. She was more concerned with the upheaval with the revelation that she had been adopted - that she was a Jones and not a Westbrook.
"Fucking about time," Jenna called out, chuckling weakly. She turned her head to try to get a good look at where Fin and Dec were, only to spot strange markings on the wall. Yet she had seen them before - they were just like the ones in the book she found in Mayor Ryder's desk. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, Jenna took as many photographs as she could of the markings on the wall. She wasn't going to rely on memory. It usually wasn't that accurate anyways when it came to visual matters.
"You okay, man?" Jenna asked, noticing that Declan looked a little worse for wear.
Guinevere Stark
Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - Staircase - New York, New York
{"They told me I couldn't so I did."}
Nothing the dwarves found was particularly helpful. Aside from the other groups within the facility, it seemed to be largely vacant on this level. Was there much point in having Cassandra's team stay on these floors? "Nothing of interest on this floor," Guin informed her teammates. "Looks like everything fun is downstairs." Of course, it wasn't entirely surprising. If you wanted to create an evil virus combination to wipe out humanity and leave behind only mutants, it would only be natural to keep it out of sight, just in case someone tried to take it from you. The harder it was for someone to steal it, the better.
Guin followed Marygold and Carolina's directions, gently guiding Allison along when the girl slipped into her vision. She noticed a bit of a strange look on the blonde's face, combined with the fact that Allison was entirely silent. It would be dangerous to go on without her, even if there wasn't much activity on this level. "Doc, Bashful, go on and get me a rough schematic of the next level down. Dopey and Sneezy, stay on this level - keep an eye out," Guin murmured, as she tapped in the instructions for the dwarves. She had eight in total to play around with.
As Allison rejoined the land of the living, Guin looked at her with curiosity. Had she seen anything relevant to the situation at hand? "Sleepy's one of the dwarves - well, D.W.A.R.F.s really. Drones Wirelessly Automated to Retrieve Forensics. They're our eyes, since we don't have a speedster on hand," Guin explained. "And an hour?" Guin hesitated for a moment, hearing the crackling on the innercom and the horrifying speech that was to follow. "We're going to need every second of it."
Lizzie Roswell
Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - Security Room - New York, New York
{"Monsters don't hide underneath your bed."}
"Five, four, three, two, and one," Lizzie counted, ending as the guard's body dropped to the ground with a thud. He was muttering something about pretty lights and mermaids. Nudging him aside with her foot, Lizzie cracked her knuckles and then looked at the various controls in the room. There were at least a few dozen buttons, only with one of them labeled. Someone had messily put a piece of tape underneath it and written in sharpie DO NOT PUSH! Her fingers hovered over the button, with a wicked glimmer in her eye.
"But Mr. Clinton, what will Hillary say?" the guard muttered, his words hardly intelligible.
Lizzie's eyes drifted from the large red button, until she spotted a shiny purple one. They all were different colors, as if a child had designed the console. She pressed her index finger up against the button, holding her breath as she expected some obvious effect.
"Snape...How could you...?" the guard groaned.
"Humans. So inconsiderate," Lizzie sighed, before placing one foot firmly on the guard's throat, and then shifting her weight as to give the maximum amount of pressure. The guard's limbs began to practically spasm, yet Lizzie's gift was too potent for him to put up an effective fight. Returning her attention to the console, she selected a blue button this time. Static filled the air for a moment as the intercom system turned on.
"Excellent," Lizzie grinned, holding down the button to allow her to speak. The intercom system was for the entire building. "Attention, please. If the alarms have not otherwise alerted you, there are intruders within the building. If you bet on the X-Men invading the facility, congratulations! You predicted the obvious. Now, little X-Men, it's dull to simply fight you, isn't it? Especially after your disaster at the Power Plant...Though the human caused that. Funny you still protect them. At any rate, there are two of us on this floor who you may face. One of us will show you mercy. The other will destroy you."
Lizzie paused for a moment, noticing that the guard had stopped struggling. "Good luck, children. Make this interesting." She then released the button, shutting off the intercom. Stepping off of the guard's body, she crouched down and stared into the unmoving and unseeing eyes. "Who do you think will show them mercy, luv? Adder or me?"
Beatrice Decker
Location: The Meeting (Three-way intersection near the Hershall Norred Water Plant)
Beatrice listened to the information that Gavin was able to provide about Eden. She knew just about as much as any other Newnan resident did about their nefarious neighbors in Peachtree City. In her opinion, however, no one could know more than Ryan had. He hadn't simply experienced the devastation that Eden could bring - he had been part of them. Ironically, it may have been a good time for the most irritating Ridgeway girl to be here - O'Reily probably told her something about Eden. Love made people do strange things.
Beatrice nodded at Thana's comments about her choice of location, though she didn't move just yet. Her own skill set was more cloak-and-dagger based. It was how she performed her side job in Justice, finding anyone, no matter where or who. If there was a team that would be sneaking into Eden before going on the attack, it'd be ideal for her. Instead, the approach seemed to be two assaults - one protected and the other up close and personal. She was leaning towards the truck, though her attention shifted rapidly as she heard Gavin get slammed into the side of the tank.
She couldn't stifle a slight chuckle, with a grin on her normally still face. "Can't imagine that's the first time someone's done that to him," Beatrice said under her breath.
The others started to divy themselves up and Beatrice noticed a glaring pattern: the two most unstable and trigger-happy people would be in the tank. Everyone else was headed for the truck. "I'll join the tank," Beatrice said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and then picking up Ryan's as well. She hopped out of the truck bed and headed over to the tank. They'd need someone with a level head in there - someone who could reign in the Tank-Girl and the Texas Ranger if needed.
And it didn't hurt that the survival rate in the tank seemed to be much better.
I’ll get a post up for Bea after a run to target ^^
Nancy Parker
Location: Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 205)
Nancy turned her head as she heard the shouting and screaming coming from outside. It must have been Alicia and one of the new Paradoxes. Glancing over at Giouse, she shrugged a bit. Some people took the news differently - apparently, this one was a fan of loud noises. Or perhaps that was a manifestation of their gift? She snickered at the thought of someone with the ability to project noises incredibly loudly. They'd be a useful asset when it came to pranking. However, she couldn't be certain that was really the case.
"You may want to invest in some earplugs with the newcomer," Nancy said to Gio with a bit of a chuckle. However, her chuckle stopped and her arm shot out to prevent Giouse from leaving room 205 when she heard the stairs creak. The screaming and shouting outside had stopped, with the sounds now inside. It wasn't Eve and Gilbert, as far as she was aware. Alicia was loud enough to fit the description - it must have been her and the new Paradox.
With her free hand, Nancy held a finger to her lips, signaling for Giouse to be quiet. She didn't want to run into the new Paradox just yet. They still had plenty of preparatory work to handle and besides, Alicia would likely end up ruining their scheme. They really should've roped her in on it, Nancy realized. Nancy crept quietly to the door, placing her ear up against it in an attempt to hear their conversation better outside. It seemed to be the standard speech for the most part - or at least, what Nancy assumed would be standard for Alicia. Unfortunately, they moved out of earshot not too long afterwards.
She waited by the door, listening to see if the footsteps would return. Once she heard Alicia and the new Paradox once more, she continued to listen, until she heard a faint exclamation from the other side of the house and footsteps heading back down the staircase. "Think we're good now, but we're really cutting this close, Gio," Nancy said, though it was a bit pointless to try to rush Giouse. He was perfectly punctual in all of his activities.
"Should we scratch the costume and go over the script, before greeting our new friend?"
Location: the Mournweald Estate --> Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
James laughed with glee - why hadn't Virginia told him that the circus was family? Virginia had just informed him once more that only Crypts knew the dance and so, if the Great Bazhooli could teach it to him, he must be a Crypt. He always loved hearing about the big family gatherings. He supposedly had gone to one before, but he didn't remember it. He insisted that Alfred had stolen his memory, since Alfred was getting too old and needed some of James' memories in order to keep track of everything. The explanation hardly made sense to anyone except for the five year old.
"Tatushka?" James said, before then sounding out the word slowly. "Tah...tu...shka...! Tatushka, Tatushka! We dance the Mamushka!" James sang. He nearly let go of the rider to clap his hands, but another idea popped into his head, preventing the potentially dangerous stunt. Not that it would have phased him, of course - he was a Crypt. His head was filled with fantasies now of a frozen country, where monstrous and beautiful creatures wrestled in the snow. Yet not more than a few kilometers away, there was a sandy beach, where people danced around flames and sang Tatushka, while dancing the Mamushka. Was Russia where his family came from? It was a logical explanation - Russian must have been the Crypt homeland. His parents were probably there, too!
Though James couldn't remember what his parents looked like that much anymore. More often than not, if he tried to picture them, he just saw Virginia and Alfred.
"Can we ask Ginny if I can go with the circus?" James then asked. They were family (or at least, he had decided they had to be), so he doubted Virginia would have any problem with it. He'd be among Crypts.
His sister, of course, was in a state of shock. While she loved to consider the impossible and the highly unusual, she never pondered that the Crypts were not the only ones who could dance the Mamushka. She knew that it had been taught by their Cossack cousins - but they were still Crypts. To learn that it had originated from elsewhere...It boggled the mind. She bit her lip in consideration, mulling over the man's words - they had been close to the Circus or to the Royal Family?
"My father and mother told me that dance originated from Russian Crypts - yet I would be delighted to know if it was the Circus or the Royal Family who taught it to our family," Virginia said. There was two reasons for this. First, it was a general fascination with her family history. Second, any information about the Crypts of old may help her in her quest to Seek Life Elsewhere. The Russian Circus or the Royal Family may hold important clues.
"And what exactly does the Mamushka skill accomplish?" Virginia then asked. She couldn't imagine it as anything but a dance. To learn that it was used to combat the Soulless in some way...It hardly made any sense. Yet she did quite enjoy nonsensical things. They often had a logic to them that others could not understand. As they entered the grounds, Virginia spotted a polearm rising above the crowd.
A smile graced her face. It had to be Mary.
Cecily Ashworth
Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Cecily jumped a bit, as Thalia found her in her not-so-quiet-anymore corner. She wasn't sure how she had managed to lose sight of Thalia, only for the Gonzalez to end up right in front of her. If this hadn't been Thalia's cousin's wake, Cecily might've informed Thalia that she was wasted as a chauffeur and should look into becoming a certified ninja. But then again, it was entirely possible that Thalia was a certified ninja already. With Caesar's family, it wouldn't have surprised her in the slightest. They seemed to be a clan of badasses that probably was the inspiration for Agent Melinda May.
"Oh, I'm not really hungry," Cecily answered, though it was only partially true. It was more motivated by perceived social awkwardness than anything else. "And no, you should stay here. I'm fine - really." She didn't want to take her away from the chance to mourn someone who meant a lot to her. And Caesar had instructed her to stay with Thalia - so staying in the same general area had been her plan. Going back to her rooms probably wasn't the best choice. If anything, she'd find Natasha once she returned - hopefully, it had been a misunderstanding.
"How are you holding up, if you don't mind me asking?" Cecily then inquired. This couldn't have been easy.
Iris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum
While Iris didn't have any medical experience outside of psychiatry and psychology, she did come to the realization that she had been speaking in French. Since Risa had responded in the language, Iris hadn't thought much of it. It had been natural for her. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry...I hadn't realized I switched languages," Iris apologized, her British accent strong once more. "It's a habit of mine. Dreadfully sorry." She did enjoy speaking in her two native tongues, but she felt bad for being as presumptuous (even unconsciously) that Risa would wish to communicate in both.
Jaina snickered at Risa's comments, her eyes sparkling with joy. The assassin was quickly winning over the psychopath's favor and affection. Yet given that Jaina could not understand the consequences of her actions, that didn't mean she wouldn't still attack Risa. It was how she played with people - some made it out unscathed, others joined the orderly six feet under with a bobby pin jammed into their jugular.
Iris nodded, grateful that Risa was going to attempt to ask. She couldn't understand Jaina's words, but the deranged patient was staying down for the moment - that was good. Her body language was positive, for the most part, and she didn't seem like she'd attack the translator. Of course, Risa was more than a translator - she also seemed to be well versed in fighting.
"Khochesh' sygrat' v igru?" Jaina said after a pause, shaking her head as to rearrange her mess of blonde curls. A few of them landed on her face, with one of them even going into the girl's mouth. "Yesli vy vyigrayete, ya rasskazhu vam, chto vy khotite znat'. No yesli ya vyigrayu ... mne pozvonil. Key?"
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