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20 Minutes Later
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“I hope everyone's had their tetanus shots.”
As the gang stepped inside the ancient haphazard building Basil rounded a corner in full uniform, clasping his hands together. “The pops' had some bidness to take care of so we had to fly on home.” He spoke with a clear Cajun drawl, flashing a charming smile to each of the women before him as he took a few steps forward. He and Lina had originally been intended to spend family time in Los Angeles with their fathers but something big in New Orleans had come up and Remy asked James to help him. The family vacation was postponed until further notice, the two parents flying to New Orleans while the others were given choice to go back to New York or pick up the two week long hotel reservation and stay in LA; Basil and Orfelina opted to go home and take care of their own business. They had arrived only minutes before the others had and begun to scope out the place to see its hidden potential; Basil moved around some vines and restored a few boards here and there just as his...friends had arrived. Though he did tense some as he saw Loki with them riding on the back of Astrid's motorcycle as they came down from their "road in the sky" and pulled into one of the open parts of the building.
He still couldn't understand how that bastard was allowed to join their team but the vivacious Victory wasn't. Sure, she was a bit headstrong and controlling and narcissistic, but she was young. And she wasn't trying to enslave humanity nor had she tried. This...man -if he dared call himself that- had no issue killing anyone that got in his way no matter if they were man, woman, or child. Innocent or guilty. Basil scowled but didn't say anything; he knew how Gunnar and Johanna could be about their uncle and wasn't trying to get on their bad side. Which was another thing that infuriated him; how could they defend the crimes of their uncle knowing what he did? He understood family bonds despite how small his own was, having only his father. But wasn't there a certain line to be drawn? The way he saw it, as far as he could tell, Odin was the only one with sense. Even then, he felt Odin was a fool for letting Loki live.
Dismissing the thoughts, he glanced up at the sound of an airy giggle.
“This is really promising!”
The small gypsy-like girl dropped down from the rafters, landing in a crouch. She wore the same outfit as most of the other women there, though her mask was silver with blue lining and a blue orchid on the side; Despite her lack of any sort of fashion sense besides geekly chic, she thought a dash of color would be nice. She wasn't really a field agent unless really needed, but a disguise was still needed for media purposes. Her hair was a vivid shade of purple, curling at the ends as it dangled around her shoulders, ending just above where her navel would be. “Suspect could easily strengthen and renew the boards and bricks and do away with the shrubbery and whatnot. As a precaution, I vote that we don't use anymore heavy equipment. If Med would, he and I could take everything that we have now as far as data and move it to more portable devices. But, training equipment would be something we actually could bring here. Set up an obstacle course or something. And a security system. Oh...wait.” She paused, her body going rigid as her violet pupils seemed to shake before both of her eyes were completely violet, giving a soft glow. As the glow faded, she gave a grin. “Parental review goes over well. We should buy the place soon and work on a security system.”
The ever enigmatic and energetic young woman gave another airy giggle before running off through the sanatorium to explore. Barefooted.
Amanda had been silent on the trip there, not really speaking through her earpiece as the others carried on casual conversation. She was thinking about her earlier thoughts concerning Astrid. As much as she decided to shrug it off, she couldn't. Nobody ever actually said anything to or about Astrid. Hell, nobody even said she could be leader. It was just assumed! There were no votes or anything. For all they knew, she didn't even want that pressure; She was struggling just to wear short-sleeved shirts without coverup around people that she grew up with and had hardly spoke more than a few sentences a day to anyone for nearly a decade. It was cruel to simply make her assume the position of leadership. If anyone should take it, perhaps Gunnar or herself. Or even Johanna.
The more she thought about it, the more she analyzed the others as potential leaders; Junior wasn't the leader type. He was more or less just the image manager, Orfelina was too flighty and not serious enough, Benjamin was too shy and not really one for battle strategy, Basil wasn't exactly "Mister Trusthworthy", neither was Loki who shouldn't even be there, Àsbjorn would probably just pass it to his sister...The way she saw it, only three of them were fit to be leaders. Maybe she deserved it more than Gunnar and Johanna...She actually had military experience. But then again, Astrid had been a Special Agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. since she was eighteen; The depressing young woman had probably seen a lot more action than her. Amanda was still learning the ropes of the secret organization and had only deployed once overseas.
She hadn't noticed the scowl on her face as she pulled off her helmet until she looked down and saw her reflection. She quickly decomposed herself, hoping no one had seen her expression. She put her helmet on the right handle of her own motorcycle and brought out her small camera, quickly beginning to film. The building was decrepit enough to make her feel as though they could all be crushed under the bricks and boards any second if they so much as talked too loud. A frown creased her glossed lips as Basil appeared, teasing them about tetanus shots before explaining the cancelation of his family vacation. She honestly could say that she wished he wasn't there. From his lecherous ways to his constant nagging about letting the eager Victory join them and his less than savory criminal background...She didn't feel that Basil was the right sort of person to be among those who were supposed to be doing good...Then again, if she could agree to give Loki a third chance, why not give Basil a second chance? But then wouldn't it be hypocritical of them all to not even give Victory one chance?
It made her head hurt, causing her to lower her camera and take a step back, closing and turning off her camera.
20 Minutes Later
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“I hope everyone's had their tetanus shots.”
As the gang stepped inside the ancient haphazard building Basil rounded a corner in full uniform, clasping his hands together. “The pops' had some bidness to take care of so we had to fly on home.” He spoke with a clear Cajun drawl, flashing a charming smile to each of the women before him as he took a few steps forward. He and Lina had originally been intended to spend family time in Los Angeles with their fathers but something big in New Orleans had come up and Remy asked James to help him. The family vacation was postponed until further notice, the two parents flying to New Orleans while the others were given choice to go back to New York or pick up the two week long hotel reservation and stay in LA; Basil and Orfelina opted to go home and take care of their own business. They had arrived only minutes before the others had and begun to scope out the place to see its hidden potential; Basil moved around some vines and restored a few boards here and there just as his...friends had arrived. Though he did tense some as he saw Loki with them riding on the back of Astrid's motorcycle as they came down from their "road in the sky" and pulled into one of the open parts of the building.
He still couldn't understand how that bastard was allowed to join their team but the vivacious Victory wasn't. Sure, she was a bit headstrong and controlling and narcissistic, but she was young. And she wasn't trying to enslave humanity nor had she tried. This...man -if he dared call himself that- had no issue killing anyone that got in his way no matter if they were man, woman, or child. Innocent or guilty. Basil scowled but didn't say anything; he knew how Gunnar and Johanna could be about their uncle and wasn't trying to get on their bad side. Which was another thing that infuriated him; how could they defend the crimes of their uncle knowing what he did? He understood family bonds despite how small his own was, having only his father. But wasn't there a certain line to be drawn? The way he saw it, as far as he could tell, Odin was the only one with sense. Even then, he felt Odin was a fool for letting Loki live.
Dismissing the thoughts, he glanced up at the sound of an airy giggle.
“This is really promising!”
The small gypsy-like girl dropped down from the rafters, landing in a crouch. She wore the same outfit as most of the other women there, though her mask was silver with blue lining and a blue orchid on the side; Despite her lack of any sort of fashion sense besides geekly chic, she thought a dash of color would be nice. She wasn't really a field agent unless really needed, but a disguise was still needed for media purposes. Her hair was a vivid shade of purple, curling at the ends as it dangled around her shoulders, ending just above where her navel would be. “Suspect could easily strengthen and renew the boards and bricks and do away with the shrubbery and whatnot. As a precaution, I vote that we don't use anymore heavy equipment. If Med would, he and I could take everything that we have now as far as data and move it to more portable devices. But, training equipment would be something we actually could bring here. Set up an obstacle course or something. And a security system. Oh...wait.” She paused, her body going rigid as her violet pupils seemed to shake before both of her eyes were completely violet, giving a soft glow. As the glow faded, she gave a grin. “Parental review goes over well. We should buy the place soon and work on a security system.”
The ever enigmatic and energetic young woman gave another airy giggle before running off through the sanatorium to explore. Barefooted.
Amanda had been silent on the trip there, not really speaking through her earpiece as the others carried on casual conversation. She was thinking about her earlier thoughts concerning Astrid. As much as she decided to shrug it off, she couldn't. Nobody ever actually said anything to or about Astrid. Hell, nobody even said she could be leader. It was just assumed! There were no votes or anything. For all they knew, she didn't even want that pressure; She was struggling just to wear short-sleeved shirts without coverup around people that she grew up with and had hardly spoke more than a few sentences a day to anyone for nearly a decade. It was cruel to simply make her assume the position of leadership. If anyone should take it, perhaps Gunnar or herself. Or even Johanna.
The more she thought about it, the more she analyzed the others as potential leaders; Junior wasn't the leader type. He was more or less just the image manager, Orfelina was too flighty and not serious enough, Benjamin was too shy and not really one for battle strategy, Basil wasn't exactly "Mister Trusthworthy", neither was Loki who shouldn't even be there, Àsbjorn would probably just pass it to his sister...The way she saw it, only three of them were fit to be leaders. Maybe she deserved it more than Gunnar and Johanna...She actually had military experience. But then again, Astrid had been a Special Agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. since she was eighteen; The depressing young woman had probably seen a lot more action than her. Amanda was still learning the ropes of the secret organization and had only deployed once overseas.
She hadn't noticed the scowl on her face as she pulled off her helmet until she looked down and saw her reflection. She quickly decomposed herself, hoping no one had seen her expression. She put her helmet on the right handle of her own motorcycle and brought out her small camera, quickly beginning to film. The building was decrepit enough to make her feel as though they could all be crushed under the bricks and boards any second if they so much as talked too loud. A frown creased her glossed lips as Basil appeared, teasing them about tetanus shots before explaining the cancelation of his family vacation. She honestly could say that she wished he wasn't there. From his lecherous ways to his constant nagging about letting the eager Victory join them and his less than savory criminal background...She didn't feel that Basil was the right sort of person to be among those who were supposed to be doing good...Then again, if she could agree to give Loki a third chance, why not give Basil a second chance? But then wouldn't it be hypocritical of them all to not even give Victory one chance?
It made her head hurt, causing her to lower her camera and take a step back, closing and turning off her camera.