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Beatrice Decker


Location: Eden - Lower Lobby ---> Doors across from Fitness
Skills: Pistol, Stamina

If Beatrice had had medical training, she would have assisted Alex and Manny in stabilizing Thana. And while Thana seemed to be hanging on, Beatrice had to wonder how long that would last for. She looked to be losing a lot of blood. Gavin was out for the count and she couldn't do anything to change that. He made suicide plays in order to save others. This was the end result of that. "I'm going with her," Beatrice said simply to Alex. She had known the Old-Timer just slightly longer than the former Eden prisoner. "...If you can't save her, treat her with the honor she deserves," Beatrice added quietly, before she headed after Thalia.

She didn't know Thana, but she knew that if Thana couldn't be saved, leaving her to bleed out on the floor was cruel. She'd only just come back as a walker later on. A bullet in the brain would be a better death than that. And a permanent one, too. Of course, she had to contend it wasn't impossible for Thana to survive. She figured the odds were 50-50 on it. Even if Thana's injuries were minimal, it didn't mean she could move. And even if she could move, it didn't mean she could fight her way out like she'd need to in order to survive.

But if Thalia and Beatrice were able to take out the rest of Newnan, well, then she figured Thana's odds would increase. And as long as they hadn't cut off Eden's source, it would just come back again, making all of this pointless. "I've got your back," Beatrice told Thalia calmly. She didn't even blink as Thalia executed the man at the end of the hallway.

Jack Hudson


Location: Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
Skills: N/A

Jack jolted awake as he heard his name, his body sweating from the horrors of his nightmare. He looked around frantically before he focused on Ash, his heart stopping as he heard the news from him. There was an expression that one of the cops he used to work with - Babineaux - used to be fond of saying whenever someone brought him a break on a case - I could kiss you right now. And while Jack had never quite understood it before, he did in that moment. In a manic frenzy, Jack grinned widely and burst into tears, pulling Ash in for a hug and giving the man a quick kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, man. Really. Thank you for tellin' me that," he said, laughing and crying at the same time. He was doing his best to keep his voice down, in case any walkers were in the nearby area. But as much as his spirits had been crushed earlier, now they were soaring with hope. He'd find Tatiana - as soon as the sun rose, he'd head out Zebulon. He'd find Tatiana again. And this time, he was never going to leave her side - ever. He'd have her in his sights until he drew his last breath. He rubbed the back of his head, aware that he probably seemed more than a little unhinged at that moment but he didn't care.


Dorothy Pender


Location: Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical
Skills: Perception, Medicine, Life Sciences, Discipline

"Thank you," Dorothy said curtly, as Jahosafat set down the handkerchief for her. She dabbed at her eyes slightly, before she took a piece of paper and began to make notes of all of the visible abrasions on Atticus' body. She wasn't sure if she'd find any sort of evidence of foul play in such a way or any cause as to what happened to him, but it was the standard procedure. Once she finished recording everything she noticed, every scar, tattoo, wound, and bruise, Dorothy gave a curt nod to Jahosafat. She then set the paper aside in a safe place, not wanting it to get sullied with blood and guts.

She had been mentally preparing herself for the Y-incision the entire time. Her hands shook slightly and she looked at Jahosafat, swallowing thickly. "Would you mind making the incision, doctor?" she asked simply. She wanted to focus on this and the work, but she didn't think her hands would be steady enough to make a clean cut. If the cut was messy, it would make it only that much harder to sew the body up for burial. And as irritating and charming as Atticus was, Dorothy wanted him to have a decent burial - a proper funeral. However, she knew that funerals were more for the living than they were for the dead. Atticus was gone, plain and simple. There wasn't anything to be done about that.


Scott Rydzynski

Location: A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Gideon, Jace, Janelle, and Isley


Scott smirked. Whenever someone told him to shut up, it was practically them resigning to defeat. There was no coming back from such a pathetic and easy to use comeback. It wasn't even really a comeback at all. Gideon had just waved a white flag of defeat. "Make me, twink," Scott shot back, chuckling to himself. He ignored Isley's comment about seeing his daughter and similarly, he didn't even want to listen to Janelle's. He had his reasons for not calling her. He didn't need to justify them to random strangers he had just met. "And it's thirty one confirmed kills, about to be thirty two or more if people don't shut the fuck up about my daughter."

He rolled his eyes and slouched back in his seat. Of course they thought the lawyer was interesting. It was as if these kids had been programmed to not have a mean bone in their body and it was sickening. They didn't even know how to make fun of people properly. The putdowns all reeked of elementary school - as if they were just waiting for recess so they could go out and play on the swings. "Soon would have been half a million damn years ago!" Scott groaned, slamming his fist against the table.
@ihinka: Day 7, need to get in a post before it rolls over to day 8
@Chain: Day 6, need to get in a post before it rolls over to day 8
@Kirah: Day 6, need to get in a post before it rolls over to day 8
@FantasyChic: Day 5, need to get in a post before it rolls over to day 8
@rivaan Yup. Move her on over. Work out relations with Operations characters ASAP.
@rivaan So skill wise -
Pistols would be considered a specialty skill for her, even though she learned to shoot before she went to the academy. But with her Jack of All Trades (Guns) skill it isn't really needed. You only would have a separate skill if you want her to be say especially gifted with them, as it gives you a higher modifier. (Reason why SciTech people have their field of study as a specialty, in addition to their Jack of All Trades, since it's what they specialized in).

In her history, you need a full paragraph for why she joined SHIELD.
GM Controlled NPCs







Tracey was in her home in Las Vegas, when she heard a knock on her door. She was a little hesitant to answer it, she still didn't trust too many people in this city. However, she figured that she might as well, give whoever it was the benefit of the doubt as she got up from where she had been sitting and walked over, opening the door, and seeing someone that she had thought long dead. Jim stood on the doorstep, just grinning as he saw his sister for the first time in several years. Between two tours and joining S.H.I.E.L.D., it'd been a while since he saw his only living family. "You got bangs, sis...They look good," he greeted softly. "...And if you're wondering, none of the world religions got it right. The afterlife was bought out by Chuck E. Cheese's, so it's all animatronics now..."

"B-B-But how? You died years ago!" she responded, before she pulled him into her arms for a tight hug. Her brother, her twin brother that she had been told had died several years before was standing in front of her. Tracey had hugged him to make sure that he was really there, and not just a figment of her imagination. "H-H-How are you here?" she said, before she stepped out of the way to let him in, and shut the door behind him.

He shook his head, spotting Tracey's couch and sitting down on it, making room for her to sit next to him. "I didn't die, Tracey...But I was supposed to," he explained quietly. "It was a covert op in Eastern Europe...I can't tell you too much, but I don't care anymore. I was hit with some weird experimental weapon - the nerds later explained to me it contained what they liked to call Isotope E...It made me...different..." He stared at his hand, before it turned to stone and he held it out to his sister gently.

"Wow... How is that even possible? And I don't care, I'm just glad you are alright," she said, though she had a few tears in her eyes as she took his hand in hers, looking at the stone. It was strange, but she doubted it would be the weirdest thing she'd see in her lifetime, but still. Seeing her brother back from the dead was getting to her, and she didn't know what else to really say about it.

Jim just shook his head. He still didn't understand the science behind it. All he knew was that he went into that mission human and when his body was dragged out, on the edge of death, he had become something else. "I wanted you to know the truth, Trace," he said, his hand turning back to normal as he pulled his sister in and kissed her forehead. "The world isn't safe for people like me...But I'm gonna change that. I'm gonna take care of the world, just like I always took care of you..."

"Ok, I understand... But what exactly do you mean by that? What are you going to do? I don't want to lose you again..." she said softly, "I don't know what I'd do, if I was told twice in my lifetime that you had died or something..."

"I work for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division now...We're working on the name..." Jim answered. He then hesitated. "I'm not supposed to be here now, but....Screw them, Trace. I'll come and see you this day every year, alright? Just the two of us...Just like old times...And relax, it's hard to kill someone who can do this," Jim said almost cockily, turning his entire body into rock. "Thinking my superhero name could be the Boulder or something..."

Tracey let out a small laugh, she was smiling. "Alright, whatever you say," she said, looking at his body that was entirely made of rock. It was a little weird to see him like that, but she figured she could get used to it, he was her brother after all, and she'd always love him. "And I don't think you need a superhero name... Though it would be nice to see you once a year at least... So I know you're still around at least and haven't forgotten about me."

"How could I possibly forget about my dorky little sister?" Jim asked with a laugh.
Present Day - S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: August 14th, 2020 - 9:15 A.M.


Dominika Novikova


Location: Sci-Tech Building 4 - Phase Three HQ: Medical Ward
Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive)

Novikova smirked, hearing Maria's voice. It was a greeting she was not entirely unaccustomed to hearing. They weren't romantically involved...but they were involved, so to speak. She turned her head in Maria's direction, opening her eyes only to have her senses flooded with information again. There was Maria, kissing a corpse. Maria, screaming as she ran from what looked like an army of the undead. And in the split second before Novikova managed to tear her gaze away, she saw Maria patrolling a dark facility with Clint Barton, better known by his codename, Hawkeye.

"Good to know I've still got my looks," Novikova joked to Maria quietly. "Sanity...Jury's still out on that one," she then said bluntly. She had been placed in the bed next to Maria, which was fortunate as it allowed her to keep her voice down. Fury didn't let on if he had heard them or not.

"Maybe if you weren't busy flirting with Agent Novikova, you wouldn't need me to raise my voice," Fury warned, leaning over to speak directly into Maria's ear, loud enough to make her jump. He then rose back to his full height and chuckled at the ones getting out of bed. "Just where do you think you're going, agents? Sit your asses down, Agent Fitz is coming to us - unless you also share Agent Smith's hearing problem, in which I'll gladly go buy stock in Miracle-Ear as it'd be an epidemic."

Agent Ridgeway was going around the room, removing the I.V.'s one by one. Given Emilia's expressed discomfort, she took hers out first. She paused when she got to Cassandra's, seeing that the plastic catheter in the vein had snapped. She took a breath, grateful that they had foreseen this type of scenario coming into play. The plastic the catheters was made from had been designed by S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists to degrade harmlessly if trapped inside the body in such a manner. Still, she didn't feel like fielding off questions from the scientifically illiterate agents present and so she glanced to both sides, before she quietly moved onto the next patient as if nothing was wrong.

Jim laughed, only to get a stern warning glare from Fury. But given how long he had been working for S.H.I.E.L.D. - over a decade now - Jim wasn't afraid at all. In fact, when he heard Cass request a beer, he gave her a wink. "Anything for you, dear," Jim teased. "And I did lobby for the ice cream and games first, but no dice." He then made a bit of a face, motioning towards an increasingly angry looking Fury. As everyone started to become more aware and alert, Fury's extensive and recent injuries would come into view.

Novikova snorted, finding herself quickly charmed by Jim's ways as well. She took a glance at him, only for her vision to almost fade or duplicate - she wasn't sure which was better - before she saw Jim hugging a young boy with scruffy hair. The kid had a genetics textbook in his hands that looked well worn. "Mission objective is as follows," Fury explained, just nodding at Theresa. "This simulated mission is based on one that Agent Reed knows well - as she lived it. However, we've made some modifications...At any rate, the Brotherhood of Mutants has obtained the means to release a virus on a civilian population that selectively targets anyone that isn't a mutant. They've taken the X-Men, an all mutant team, hostage. Your objective is to retrieve the virus, destroy the Brotherhood's means of producing more, and rescue the hostages. All of these are top priority - understood?"

Fitz-Simmons, easily the two brightest minds currently at S.H.I.E.L.D., walked into the room soon after. "He only gives that speech on special occasions," Simmons mused, giving Emilia a kind smile. Agent Fitz nodded in agreement. He was pulling a cart behind him, on which there were dozens of sleek black helmets. The pair split up, passing out a helmet to each agent, aside from Chloe, Fury, and Jim.

"Once you put the helmet on, it'll send you into the Framework," Fitz explained, his voice thick with a Scottish accent. "If there's any bugs, blame freaking Quicksilver...He smashed the finalized models a week ago and Agent Stark is off playing X-Men, so I was up twenty four seven for days finishing the coding....again."


Jenna Westbrook

Location: Police Station


Jenna nodded, scanning the room quickly before she spotted the letter by Jeanna's hand. It took her a moment to come up with a plan. And fortunately, Jeanna's request suited her needs perfectly. "Sure thing," Jenna responded, going over and grabbing the box that Jeanna needed. She went and handed it to the FBI agent, pulling off a brilliant sleight-of-hand trick as she managed to grab the letter during the exchange without Jeanna noticing. "I'll be looking these over in the bullpen if you need me to make a copy for you or anything..." Jenna mumbled, grabbing some chain of custody forms that she knew no one would need. She slipped the letter in between them and exited the room flawlessly, mentally high fiving herself.

She went over to her desk, making eye contact with Lydia and Robert for a moment, before she returned her attention to the letter and opened it.


Jenna's eyes widened, but she quickly regained her composure and got up, heading back to the evidence room. She replaced the letter and the chain of custody forms, heading out the door to rejoin Lydia and Robert. "The Mayor kidnapped Riley Walker," she said quietly, so only they could hear. "And I think I know how to get in contact with who he dropped her off with...Let's get back to the house. Basement. We're going to summon a demon." She knew that Finley would have jumped at this, but fuck her. She didn't need her. She didn't even need Lydia's help.

She didn't need anyone.


Nora Kingston


Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha
Skills: N/A

Nora coughed when she awoke, rising and shutting her window a little more firmly, but the scent of smoke from the air had already entered her room. After a few moments, it did not bother her as much - it was rather faint but she tried not to chance anything when it came to respiratory ailments. She had brushed with death as a young girl and did not care to repeat the experience. Spot was taking a nap on the sofa and Nora heard a gentle knock on the door. She quickly made herself presentable, having already changed into her clothing for the day. A beige-nude day dress combined with gloves and a cloche hat, Nora still felt the slight tingle in her finger signifying that the brand was truly there.

"Oh, thank you Aton," Nora said softly, as she opened the door and saw him there with the tray. It had been incredibly kind of him to bring her breakfast and she read the note from Neema, nodding to herself slightly. She couldn't anticipate that Neema would be free every moment of the day. She glanced at the calendar and saw that it was a Sunday. She could not help but imagine her father would be too busy attending Church and then socializing with other peers in order to notice her slight absence. She hesitated for a moment. She was not a very bold person. She tended to be more quiet and withdrawn. "...Would you care to join me for breakfast?" she then asked quietly.
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