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Jenson Xion

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a character in “How to spot a Faerie”, as played by Azrieldemourn

Description

Name: Jenson Xion
Nick Name: Gun Monk
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Shape Shifter
Sexuality: Straight
Court: N/A
Role: IPAF
Weapon of Choice: Twin Pistols/Hand to hand combat (When not in animal) Varies when in animal.
Abilities:
Lightning Reflexes - Years of martial arts training, military training and Specialized IPAF training has heightened his reflexes to the point that, if he could see them in flight, he could likely dodge bullets. In combat he tends to move faster than most would think is humanly possible.

Technological Vision – The IPAF has fit him with a technological wonder that not only gives him his sense of vision back, but improves on it multiple times. He has the ability to see in multiple different ways: Night vision, Infrared, Thermal, and good old fashion color spectrum. The IPAF science boys have been working on a sonar setting but have yet to get it to work. This specialized piece of equipment also has multiple other uses. Various things like: Target Acquisition, Motion Sensor, Trajectory Calculation, Cell Phone Function and just about anything else you can think a smart phone would do. In fact a few of the techs have caught him playing ‘Angry Birds’ in his head before.

Gun Art – Jenson has developed a style of martial arts that allows him to use one or two pistols in hand to hand combat. When performing this specialized style of martial art it makes him look like he is dancing in perfect time to a music that no one can hear but him.

360 Degree Vision – When equiped with a specially designed helmet that hooks into Jenson’s head unit. He gains the ability to see 360 degrees around him at the same time. It is a sense that took quite a bit of getting used to but has slowly become one of his favorite additions to his senses.

Shape Shifter – Jenson is a Shape Shifter with the ability to turn into any animal his expansive imagination might cook up. This was a particular issue for the tech boys when trying to fit him with a device to give him back his sight but eventually managed to create a device that can allow him to shift while wearing it. This is one of the main reasons for location in the head as well as small size of the device.

Martial arts – Jenson is trained in the many animal styles of Kung fu along with many other styles of martial arts. He finds the Animal Styles particularly useful however because he can shift himself into various animals and literally fight like each one. Beyond the animal styles his next favorite would have to be drunken boxing.

-Appearance-



Eye Color: White
Hair Color: Flame Red
Skin Tone: Heavy Tan
Height/Weight: 5"9 160 LBS
Overall Appearance: Jenson is built like a man that spends his entire day focused on his physical fitness injected with the power of an animal. Despite his light frame he looks extremely muscular and toned over his entire body. His wild yet blank eyes are more expressive than most people who can see, tending to show exactly how he is feeling in that moment well before his words even come out. His spiky red hair is only a few inches long at any given point but they clump and spike randomly all over his head which simply seems to add to the look of chaos that makes up this ball of fire. His cloths tend toward clothes that don't restrain his motion at all, often time choosing either clothing that is loose enough to not get in the way or tight enough to move with him. Having a skin tight beater along with loose cargo pants is a regular sight for him as it allows his arms and legs to move at their full range of motion without any kind of restriction, not to mention how great it makes his chest and stomach look. Something that may strike people as odd at first are the two mechanical implants at his temples. They are little flat pieces of metal that shape to his head perfectly. They have no lights on them and no visible buttons or user interface to speak of. In reality these are small cameras that are constantly giving him live video directly to his brain, they take the place of his eyes and are the reason he is allowed to serve. When in heavy combat situations or out on a mission he will be seen wearing a helmet that covers his eyes completely. This helmet hooks into his optical device to give him a 360 degree field of view not to mention protecting his head. The two custom made pistols he carries are also tapped wirelessly into his optical devices to allow him to see a 'gun cam' of sorts.


-Personality-

Likes: Candy, sugar, cake and anything that has a bit of random involved.
Dislikes: Order, excessive restrictions
Hobbies: Exploring, trying new things and gambling.
Profession: Fae hunter
Overall Personality: Jenson is in a word, Random. He is just as likely to hug a stranger as he is to kick them in the nuts. People that get to know him tend to call him the luckiest man alive, despite his lack of eye sight. He seems to get lucky at everything he does whether it be fighting a group of men that just happen to accidentally hit each other during combat or leaping from tall buildings blindly just to happen to have a building close enough for him to land on. It is a miracle Jenson has lived this long. He enjoys taking risks and letting the dice roll so to speak and does it as frequently as he can while still preforming his job. He has been known to ricochet bullets off surfaces and happen to land them in his target, all of this is chalked up to luck as when asked to reenact the situation he usually just laughs at them and says "I couldn't if I tried!" His impulsive behavior along with his loss of eye sight got him honorably discharged from the military. Leaving with more than a few metals as well as commendations as a hand to hand combat instructor. The odd part about Jenson's past is he lacks any form of discipline and always has. The people he works for only keep him around because in all that chaos he always seems to come back with results.


-Background-

Birthplace: New York
Parents: Mary Xion (Mother: Living, Florist) Harry Xion (Father: Alive, Sick in Hospital)
Siblings: James Xion (Older brother: Living, Auto Mechanic) Jessica Xion (Younger Sister: Alive, college)
Background Story:

Jenson grew up much like many American kids do, poor and struggling for money. His father was a machinist in one of the many metal factories and his mother owned a little flower shop that was always struggling for money. They always managed to get by and even managed to get their children a descent education. His oldest brother went to a trade school when he got out of college and quickly found a job as a mechanic, he has been doing this ever since. Jenson on the other hand went straight into the military, a course that none of his relatives saw coming or fully understood. However as they always where they supported their child's decision. His sister was the smarter of the three children, and with some help from her brother's military pay while he was deployed, she managed to go to a full blown college to get her doctorate in general medicine and hopefully go on to gain a specialty which she has yet to decide on.

Jenson always had a lot of trouble as a kid fitting into any sort of click, mostly because he could never stay focused on a subject long enough for anyone else to join in on the conversation. The only part of school he really understood was gym class and that only really accounted for a small part of his grades. His eccentricity caused him to get into many fights in school, getting beaten up on a regular basis by the local bullies. Multiple times he almost flunked out of high school, but would always get back into it, buckle down and manage to pass with low grades. His parents struggled tirelessly to improve his academic skills but none of it ever really took. Physically the boy was a prodigy, his flexibility and muscular strength at his age was something of a phenomenon to the people at the school. Many of the sports tried to draft him but again he always lost interest in the monotonous activities they offered. Finally in an attempt to teach him a bit of discipline his parents enrolled him in a martial arts class. His father having to put in some extra hours to pay for it. Luckily however it payed off. Jenson took to martial arts like water to a river, something about the balance of mind and body fascinated Jenson and he began studying it with more diligence than he had ever shown in anything before. His grades in school were still low, but due to a well placed threat of 'if you don't pass all your classes with at least C's you can't study martial arts anymore' his grades managed to float within an acceptable level and the bullying stopped rather abruptly so he could focus more on his school work. As high school came to an end he found he didn't have the grades or money to go to college and he didn't see any point in going to a trade school for something he wasn't interested in.

Instead he looked for an options that allowed him to study something he thoroughly enjoyed and use it in a practical environment. The military was his answer. Not only would they allow him to use his martial arts. They wanted to teach him more along with a massive amount of practical physical skills and how to use guns. All things he could study and hold interest in without having any issues. This fact alone got him through basic. His class became famous for being one of the most beat up classes to go through basic at that base. It had the most drop outs but also the strongest members ever to go through that base. The reason was quiet simple, Jenson didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. It almost seemed to his Drill Sergeant that Jenson broke punishable but non-threatening rules on purpose just so they would work him harder. The fact that his entire squad got caught up in it was unfortunate but Jenson needed to be pushed and as far as he was concerned the Drill Sergeant wasn't pushing him hard enough. So he would 'accidentally' step out of line or talk out of turn just to get some extra work in. He would even spend his free time working out or drilling himself on fighting techniques. As such he became the best and the worst graduate they had ever seen and his team became known as one of the toughest classes to get through basic, all of them going on to high risk positions in the military and all of them going farther than most ever dream.

He served his country with pride for many year, volunteering for any mission that would come up simply so he could use what he knew and learn more in the process. He always sent most of his money to his family, specifically an account he set up for his genius little sister so she could go to college when she graduated high school. This lasted for a long time until an incident with a flash bang grenade that burned the retina's of his eyes, striking him blind permanently. Shortly there after he was honorably discharged because without his eye sight he couldn't serve on the field. Over the years a white film healed over his wounded eyes causing them to appear completely white with only a shadow of dark where the pupils used to be. He tried to do many normal jobs, but mostly found they where too boring for him. Bouncing from employment to employment killed his spirit and drove him into a depression. Then the Fae showed up in the world and a semi-militaristic group called on him with an offer to give him his eyesight back. Without thought he signed up and went under months of research and development. Sitting through experiment after experiment as they adapted prototypes and experimental technology to fit him with two technological wonders on his temples which not only gave him back his sight, but also improved upon it. They gave him the ability to cycle through different settings such as thermal, infrared, night vision and regular. Even giving him a motion tracking software which highlighted living targets for him. The things acted as a communication device much like a smart phone and was all completely controlled by his mind and thoughts. It took him an even longer time to adapt to the use of them, but now that he has the hang of them he has been released on a trial basis to test out the new technology. It has been six months since they drafted him, and he is more than itching to get out in the world with his new eyes.


Theme song:

So begins...

Jenson Xion's Story

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Character Portrait: Azriel De'mourn Character Portrait: Praxis Lethe Character Portrait: Raena Character Portrait: Leau Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Rorgen Avulstein Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Jenson Xion Character Portrait: Alistair D. James
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"What do you do for me Kiser?”

Well, well. Kiser would admit, Anastasia's fit was rather... Unexpected. Yet, strangely arousing. Leaning back against the car seat, Kiser propped his legs on the dashboard, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb and then pressing them against Anastasia's mouth. "Sorry about my disobedience and all that jazz. It's not like I'm a wild lion or anything," he said, pressing his lips together and failing in his attempt to not grin. "In my defence, I do a lot for you. Satisfying all your sexy needs 24/7," he said with a bark of laughter. God, Ana was fun to mess with.

"Cut him some slack. He's just seen our friends die and Kiser would never betray you," the Werewolf beside him said. Huh, Kiser thought. Coming to my defence? He didn't realise their brotherly bond extended so far; it was cute. "C'mon, I can't wait to start a 'killin already. We can talk more on the way, alrite?"

"God, more killing?" Kiser cracked his knuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "You'd think I'd seen enough death to last an hour." The Werelion lifted his arm, looking at the black and iron laid watch encircling his wrist. "Hour's up. Let's start killin'," he said, beaming at Rorgen. He loved the guy when he wasn't being a moral killjoy.

He stared at the roof of the car as Leau and Anastasia continued to talk and bicker, his long limbs combined with Rorgen's filling much of the vehicle. A certain line stood in contrast. "He goes by the name of Capricorn... He's the King's second in command."

"Wait, king? What king?" Kiser asked, sitting upright and staring intently at Leau. "Great, the Faeries have a monarchy now?"

"Leau... I'm sorry. But you are asking me to risk not only your life and mine, but Kiser's and everyone else associated with us. We can not hide this Fey from the IPAF, the risk is far to great." Hide things from the IPAF? Kiser frowned, wondering what Ana hid for surely, she hid things from them. Say something, Leau.

"Understood, Ma'am." That was it? 'Understood, ma'am?'

"We bett-" he began.

"The mail has been delivered," a familiar voice vibrated from his earpiece.

"Dunkelzahn," he called Zahn by her full name. "You're not dead," he mused. He had to admit, he was impressed. Zahn was difficult and her life could easily be named 'Taming of the Shrew,' okay, minus the taming, but she did her job well. "Great. We won't have lesbian body parts to clean up," he joked. He sucked at jokes. Kiser tapped his earpiece, adding Alistair and Jenson to the call. "Meet us in the IPAF headquarters. Ana's big bad office." Kiser slapped Rorgen's steering wheel, throwing Leau and Anastasia a look. "We're not exactly in the best place to talk."

A hooded figure stood in the shadows, his presence invisible to all.

Minutes later, the group of IPAF operatives stood behind Hotel Pennsylvania. The building loomed overhead, its old structure abnormal in the midst of contemporary, newer buildings; it was one of the few structures that remained untouched after the Technological Revolution of 1914. Kiser felt the bricks of the wall, running his coarse fingers along the bumpy surface. "There," he whispered to himself. He tapped on a brick thrice, the slightly paler, newer colour of it imperceptible unless one knew what to look for.

There was a stillness, followed by a soft ticking as if within the brick was an atomic bomb. The brick shifted backwards with a groan, leaving a scanner in its place. Kiser grinned, pressing his palm to the sleek glass just as two lasers beamed into his forest green eyes. "Authentication successful. Welcome, Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood," a computerised voice said. The scanner turned green before disappearing, the brick that was there taking its place. Kiser grinned at his comrades - he'd never get over IPAF's technology - as a section of the wall in the shape of a door moved backwards into the darkness, revealing an elevator with iron gates in its place. Kiser stepped in.

"Come on, we don't have all day," he said to the IPAF agents.

28.43 seconds was how long it took for the elevator to arrive at the IPAF headquarters deep underground. Agents bustled about, a few robots scattered about, running errands and processing information human, Were and Vampire minds could not. The iron furnishings and structures drenched the headquarters in a metallic scent. Men and women slapped both sides of their chests and then their foreheads in greeting as Anastasia passed them by. It was the worst salute in all of Earth's history, but it appeared IPAF's creator had run out of imagination. Kiser chuckled at the greeting, returning it with a mock salute.

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ImageSoft hands grasped her shoulders, a hand caressed her hair, easing the pressure of the ceiling as it pressed down on her mind, tampering her light. She was no longer running and now, instead, the crumpled to the ground, her fingers tangling themselves with the leaves - the pillow. "My name is Praxis Lethe, and you are Raena," the mesmerising creature said. The dream shifted, the beasts evaporating into the depths of her mind, leaving a throne room in its place. A domed roof that seemed to be as high as the clouds was only overshadowed by a throne of glass, crystal and light. Silver sunlight streamed in from the opaque walls, scattering the light and creating a kaleidoscope of colours as it was fractured by the multi-faceted crystals that made the Throne of the High Queen.

"I am here to help you see again."

The strands that made Order's tattered dress began to unwind, replaced by a dress with cloth made of sapphire and amethyst liquid. Her eyes sieved through an endless stream of colours - some of Earth and others of the Faerie Realms - at the speed of light. Her white hair bled into silver as it grew, lengthening till it touched the floors made of crystal and clouds.

"I am your puppet, and you are a hypnotist, the master of all that is just. You only have to breathe in what you had forgotten." A blue shadow began to form before the throne, struggling to seep through her subconscious. Remember.


Raena awoke with a start, nearly smacking her head against Azriel's. She breathed heavily, her eyes darting around the room in search of... Something. She looked at Azriel, her eyes wide as she edged closer to him, pressing one palm to her chest and the other to his. "I dreamed," she whispered. "It was important." But she could not, for the life of her, remember it with any semblance of clarity. All she knew was- "I am Raena. You may refer to me as such, although 'My Queen' is preferred."

The world's creator crawled over Azriel to lean against his back between his legs, oblivious to her change of clothing and the lack of distance between her and the stranger. The Fey were not built to be uncomfortable with closeness and touch. "You will comb my hair," she demanded. Her eyes searched his room; she jumped off his bed without warning, racing towards the end of a blue shirt that was wedged between his closet doors. Raena threw the door open, snatching the shirt off its hanger and pressing it to her chest. Her long, ivory legs was clearly visible through Azriel's shirt as she jumped and ran on the spot. Praxis.

"We must find him," she said frantically, running towards the window and throwing open the curtains. The light stretched towards her, seeping into her skin as if it begging for her loving touch. Raena threw open the window, swing a slim leg over the frame as if to climb out. "We must go."

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Character Portrait: Elena J. D'Angelo Character Portrait: Justin Maysharp Character Portrait: Leau Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Rorgen Avulstein Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Jenson Xion Character Portrait: Alistair D. James
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Elena J. D'Angelo


Elena wasn't paying attention to the couple she'd knocked into - she was focusing instead on her scattered belongings, which was why she jumped violently when the boy bent down to help her. "Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going." Instantly, Elena was remorseful for not apologising to him. "No, it was my fault, I'm sorry," she tried to tell him, but by then he was already picking up her things, his long fingers curling around her notebook in which she scribbled her ideas and placing it inside her bag.

"Oh my god! You're soaked! Here, you've gotta keep warm!" Elena looked up, alarmed. She was about to reject his help, but before she could do so, something warm was draped around her shoulders. Her eyes raked over the boy, taking in his appearance. Tall and handsome, his cheeky smile definitely helped rope in the girls, Elena thought. In an instant, Elena also saw what he'd put over her - his shirt.

In this weather, Elena was sure he shouldn't be bare-chested, even if she was soaking. But it felt so good - warmth from the cold was definitely welcome, and the shirt was nice and warm. "Alright, we have to get you into some dry clothes or you'll freeze! My house is just a few blocks away. You can use my clothes until you're feeling better."

"Wait, what? Hold on a minute - " Before she knew it, Elena's bag was swung on the boy's shoulder, and he had scooped her up into his arms. Gasping, she tried to push him away, but he was holding on tight to her - there was no escape. Elena was, to say the least, shocked - this boy was nicer than she'd given him credit for.

Swaying dangerously above the ground, Elena reached out and grasped his shoulders tightly. The gesture was involuntary, of course - moving at such a speed, suspended above the ground, held up by only the boy's sinewy arms - Elena was terrified. Add to that the shock at the boy's gesture and she probably could have been knocked over by a feather.

Despite the shirt draped around her shoulders, Elena was still freezing. She shivered violently, her teeth chattering. Reaching back, she pulled the shirt closer around her, cherishing its warmth, even if it was only around her shoulders. Her breaths ragged, mist erupted from her lips every time she exhaled. She tried to control her breathing, stop herself from fading out. Hypothermia was dangerous, she knew. What would Alistair say if he found out what had happened?

Finally, the boy reached what Elena could only presume was his house. He pushed open the door and set Elena down. Still shivering, Elena rubbed her frozen hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself. Finally, her teeth stopped chattering enough for her to speak.

"Thank you."



Alistair D. James


Alistair had been lounging in the study reading a book, when Kiser's voice came through the earpiece. "Meet us in the IPAF headquarters. Ana's big bad office." "Roger that," Alistair replied easily. He sprang out of his chair, surprisingly lithe. As he was already dressed in his trademark blue suit, there was no time wasted on preparation.

After leaving a note for Elena on the dining table, Alistair raced downstairs and hopped into his black Ford Focus and drove straight to the entrance of the headquarters, pausing only to allow the scanner to scan his palm and eyes.

Moments later, he strode into Anastasia's office where the rest of the crew were. "What's happened?" he offered by way of greeting.

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Character Portrait: Elena J. D'Angelo Character Portrait: Dunkelzahn Character Portrait: Leau Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Rorgen Avulstein Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Jenson Xion Character Portrait: Alistair D. James
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Anastasia pushed open the door to her office, not bothering to check if everyone else was still with her. She assumed they would know better, and most of them wanted answers, not just with what she knows, but what she knew.

Anastasia's office was large, yet there was barely anything in the room. A cherry desk that seemed almost superfluous, since there is little to no paperwork to be seen, sat centered near the back of the room, with a black leather desk chair behind it. In front of the desk were two angled black leather love seats, facing towards the desk. In the room there were two small table lamps – one near the door atop a circular end table, and another on the cherry wood desk with a long brass pull-cord. The faint illumination of an overhead light cast shadows into the corners of the room, spilling under the desk and over top the few framed black-and-white photos on the wall. A lone filing cabinet occupied one of the the corners of the room, Anastasia always kept it locked, as she was the only one with a key. The deep blue curtains were drawn to one side, allowing light to filter in from outside the window. The room truly reflected Anastasia's personality and life style. Cold. Hard. Sophisticated. It is here she was always felt to be in complete control.

Taking her usual seat in her chair behind the table, Anastasia folded her hands together, resting them on the desk, and leaned back in her chair, just as Alistair came in.

"What's happened?"

“That, is why I am gathering you all here. To tell you all what I know, and every one of you is going to tell me what you know.” Anastasia looked around those in her room, noting Jenson and Dunkelzahn were the only ones missing. Anastasia was never one to wait on or for other people, so she continued. “Most of you may not know this, but I am not highly trusted here in the IPAF. Our superiors are quite a bit older than me, and most of them have known each other for years. I am expected to work and do as I am told, and while I am one to follow orders, I am not however one to be played as a fool. There is more to the IPAF then what they let on, but I am not sure what it is exactly our superiors are hiding. For the past month I have been doing some digging and have come up with little, that is where Leau comes in. For anything I do find, I turn to her for information.”

Anastasia coldly stared at Leau. “But it seems I need to ask some more specific and very intrusive questions in to her life as a Fey.” Turning to look over the others in the room and leaning forward, she added, “However, I'd like to leave questioning Leau for a later time. Right now, what I want is for you all to tell me what you know of in regards to both Fae and the IPAF and anything that you have not told me or are hiding from me. But if what you know is only what you have been told, then sit down and shut up. Then we will discuss what is going on, and what we are going to do about it.”

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Character Portrait: Dunkelzahn Character Portrait: Leau Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Rorgen Avulstein Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Jenson Xion Character Portrait: Alistair D. James
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Azriel



Azriel watched as the would be princess is thwarted by a fridge and chuckles lightly, taking it as a minor pay back for ordering him around. He was walking back toward the bedroom when she asked him his name so his voice was emitted from the room only to be followed shortly by him carrying a professionally made beautiful dress from across the street tailored to the girl's size. "My name is Azriel." His tone was short and to the point as if his name didn't matter in the least "Here, put this on while I make you some food, it is sure to be warmer than what you have on. I am no witch but I believe I may be able to create a little culinary magic if you'd wish." He chuckles lightly at his poorly made joke before setting the dress out for her and moving to the kitchen to begin cooking. As he had planned before he would make French toast and eggs with sausage and bacon. "Well assuming we do not find where you belong soon, you may stay here and decorate that room as you wish until you find yourself." He motioned idly toward the living room, not really caring about its appearance so much as its functionality.

It wouldn't take him long to make the simple yet delicious meal but while he was cooking he decided conversing would be best. "So tell me about this person you wish to find, he seems very important to you." His words where specifically placed to draw out the information he would need to find the man and get the girl talking at the same time. She had been thrust into a world of chaos and it would be healthy for her to reflect on something familiar. Though vague, it was still an anchor for her to hold onto. He seemed to flow about the kitchen with such grace it looked as if he was dancing half the time. He worked around her in such a way that she would never have to move to accommodate him no matter where she was standing in the kitchen. He seemed oddly more relaxed than his usual intense self while cooking. He would spin and slide around the kitchen as if it was his dance floor. On the edge of the table was a closed laptop which he would later use to begin searching for the man they quested for, for now however his focus was on making sure the girl was healthy enough to search. After a while music began to play from a surround sound system in the kitchen, the genre was unclear as it seemed every song fit into a different one. Between spins he motions to a small controller with three buttons on it that sat next to the laptop Back, Pause and Forward. "Press the button on the right if you don't like the song." (I'll let you decide what music she chooses to play) He smiled gently at the girl judging from what he had seen so far that she wouldn't know how to operate it without some minor instruction.



Jenson


(OOC: Jenson's post comes after Flickery's. We ninja'ed each other.)

Jenson had gotten the call to meet at the office like everyone else, unlike everyone else however he was no where near the base. Jenson had just recently finished his final 'Field Test' that would allow him to leave the lab and start actually doing work. With all the modifications and program glitches they had to work through just to get everything working right, Jenson was now a walking wonder. They now had him in the back of a Van moving toward the main base to start his service under one Anastasia Varias. The voice on the com must have been her second? That was a guess though, still he couldn't help but feel like he knew the voice. While he waited images flew up in front of him much like a computer in his brain. The images where invisible to anyone else because they where literally in his head, to him they appeared transparent so he could still see everything going on around him. He was going through the personnel files for the team he was supposed to be working for in the near future. Suddenly after fifteen minutes of bored flipping through random grunts in their unit he gets toward the higher ups. Without warning he jumped up in his seat and yelled "YETI!" The word startled his driver who swerved a little but managed to regain his control over the vehicle easily enough "What the hell is going on back there!" The driver called back frustrated "Its the Yeti! When the fuck did he leave the military!?" He reached up and tapped the device on his temple quickly before he yelled out over the open com link "YETI old boy you dressed?!" He chuckled heavily as he called out to his old military buddy Kiser.

Years ago they had been in deep jungle and Kiser had gone out to take a piss in the middle of the night without telling their watchmen. Kiser of course had decided there was no problem in going out stark naked with his gun since there was no one for miles. In the middle of the night their very green watchmen had caught a glimpse of him and remembering some fake horror story they told newbies about Yeti's being in the woods they where in, freaked out and started yelling about how there was a Yeti in the woods trying to get at them. That is until the spotlight was slammed on and turned on the rather startled Commander, since then he has never lived down the nickname from that unit. Kiser being the relaxed Commander he was never punished people for harmless fun so the name stuck. When no higher ups where around they started calling him Commander Big Foot.

Finally the van pulled up to the building and dropped him and another plain looking man off. They walk up to the wall casually and go through the sequence to get the door open, however when it came to the retina scan the thing errors out and Jenson starts cussing profusely about some dumb ass not writing in a back up access system. "My eyes are as good as paper to this damned thing." The other man stepped up and opened the door before they got into the elevator and took the 28.43 second ride down to the base. By the time they reached the bottom Jenson's head was bobbing to music no one else could hear. The other man departed from Jenson's company likely to go report to whatever department he belonged to. Jenson walked quickly through the hallways, his overlay highlighted people as he walked and popped up their names above their heads with a link to access their personnel records, at least whatever his pay grade would let him see. He slide through the door to Anastasia's office casually. The first thing he saw was the sparse walls and no nonsense attitude, his previous military experience telling him to look at those thing first to know how to act. He decided to go into military mode since she seemed the type. He steps out and then goes ridged with a military stance "Jenson Xion reporting for.... Fae!" in a flash a pistol appeared in his hand and beaded perfectly at Leau between the eyes, she would have been able to see into his barrel if she weren't standing across the room and behind Anastasia. He paused a moment however as his targeting system highlighted her green "Da fuck?.... Leau huh?..." the gun dropped back to his side as he started reading off his monitor, decidedly slaughtering the pronunciation of her name on accident " "Considered friendly"? haha they are real specific about you aren't they! No offence, just didn't know we had any friendly butterflies." He chuckled merrily as he slide the gun back into a leg holster that seems to blend in with his cloths almost perfectly, keeping the gun right at his hand height when his arm is relaxed. He then seems to remember where he was and popped back into a sloppily ridged position before saying "Oh uh right.. Reporting for duty.... I dunno, do we call you ma'am or sir? They liked sir in the military, but I dunno you might like Ma'am." He seemed to have lost his serious position, returning to a completely none formal stance as he went on a tangent, completely forgetting there where other people in the room. Under his left arm was a helmet that look odd to say the least. It had some sort of strip going all around it horizontally and looked like it would cover a person's entire head a lot like a bikers helmet would but without the clear visor. The thing would encase a person's head in protection but effectively make them blind. What strategic use it would be was completely unclear, but then in this room no one had noticed his eyes yet.

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Character Portrait: Dunkelzahn Character Portrait: Leau Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Rorgen Avulstein Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Jenson Xion
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"Dunkelzahn," Kiser called Zahn by her full name, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "You're not dead,"

"I was never in any danger..." she mumbled to herself, although she felt a little touched that the concern sounded genuine. Perhaps he wasn't all bad.

"Great. We won't have lesbian body parts to clean up," he joked. Zahn narrowed an amber eye into her scope, fuzzy feeling vanishing, and instead looking for him among the remaining soldiers.

"Meet us in the IPAF headquarters. Ana's big bad office."

"Roger," is what she transmitted before clicking him out of the conversation. "Yeah, we'll be meeting for certain."

"It's dead," Zahn chimed through the comm, punching the remains of team 102 into her comm. "Or maybe stunned... hopefully dead," she informed. It was hard to tell. It was hopefully dead, considering she shot it five times with .50 caliber rounds designed to kill people inside of tanks. "You guys should beat feet."

*Oh thank God, who is this?*

"Iceheart. You guys need to retreat," she informed, pulling the magazine of tungsten rounds towards her, thinking better of it, and pushing the magazine of normal .50 BMG into the rifle. She felt more than heard an additional presence next to her shortly afterwards, and flicked her amber eyes to the left to find Archer laying there with his spotting scope already set up. It was one of the reasons she liked him: he was actually good at his job... unlike certain werelions.

*We're holding position until the clean up crew arrives.*

"I am the clean up crew," she stated coldly, flipping the bolt up and slamming the first bullet into the chamber.

*What?? Uh, how far then?*

"How fast can you run?" Zahn asked glibly and heard Archer chuckle from her side. "What do you think, would you consider that facility compromised?"

"I think the gaping hole in the side with the giant ice thingy squirming in it is the giveaway, hun. Don't we have some kind of SOP for this?"

"Yup. Eliminate hostiles, retrieve any lost data... in the event hostiles can't be eliminated prevent further contamination of the site by entering the computer core, opening the shiny red envelope in my back pocket with the codes and initiate facility sterilization."

"Huh... so what is facility sterilization anyway? I didn't see a flamethrower in our bag," Archer asked.

"Buncha' thermite... and a big-ass bomb."

"Really? God damnit, my apartment is in an IPAF building," he sighed.

"Why do you think I'm never home?" She grinned. "How far is it?" She asked, and Archer traced her line of site to the gaping hole in the side of the lab.

"To the yummy soldier with the passenger?" Archer asked, and she could hear the grin in his voice.

"Ew. No. You read those smutty romance novels don't you?"

"I adore smutty romance novels. 1430 to the control panel," he informed, lasing the facility with his spotting scope. "That will get you through the secure door, your clearance should get you the rest of the way into the computer core. From there... well I imagine there's some kind of hokey count-down or something that should give you time to make your escape."

"That sounded like a guess," Zahn said, narrowing an amber eye at Archer.

"It was, but it was an educated guess," he said with a smirk. Zahn just blew a sigh and lined up her next shot. What was left of the IPAF team on the ground had hastily retreated. She took a moment to count the bodies and say a silent prayer... they'd taken more than 50% casualties and their remains would never be recovered. The ice titan was slowly getting up, in spite of having lost an arm and having a large hole blown out of its head. "Try aiming for its heart?"

"Yeah... I think its healing," she noted, watching the holes in its chest very slowly closing through her scope. Zahn rested her finger on the trigger, and then changed her mind after what felt like a long minute while the creature started to push itself to its feet. She pushed herself up and slid the rifle to Archer. "Ready to earn your pay?"

"... Wh-what?" He asked in that "oh-there-is-no-way" tone of voice.

"Cover me," she ordered, and started off... stopping only a few steps away and turning back. "And go easy on those tungsten rounds, they're like forty bucks apiece. The guys in the gunsmith lab always throw a fit when I use too many... Channel EC6... this just became classified," she said, and reached up to her headset and clicked a red button on the earpiece. Everyone still on her channel was immediately dumped with an earful of harsh static as her comms with Archer switched to a secure, encrypted channel. She was sure it was still monitored by... somebody... these "secure" comms always were. Whoever it was, it was above her pay grade. Zahn had a very steep rate for her services, so she imagined whoever else could listen in was at the top of the food chain..

1460 meters doesn't sound like very far until you have to run it. At just 149-ish meters shy of a mile, it was easily a six minute run for a highly athletic human. Zahn half fell, half slid down the fire escape to street level, landing harshly. She ignored the pain in her toes and ankles as she took off sprinting. It was a solid minute before she realized Archer didn't have a headset, and she'd just dumped everyone else and encrypted her comm... now she was in a channel by herself with whatever boogeymen the IPAF higher-ups had listening in.

"Don't suppose someone could air-drop my spotter a headset?" She grunted into the comm, feeling silly. She was starting to regret restricting Archer from the comms until he perfected his call-outs and could shoot straight. Zahn had insisted on training him when they'd been assigned together. Archer was just supposed to be her spotter, but since she was the only long distance marksman in the city she'd taken it upon herself. A sniper and a spotter were deadly on their own. A pair of snipers working in tandem was just cruel and unusual.

*Oh hey!* a voice rang in her ear after a while, causing her to jump a little as she ran.

"Archer?" She puffed, not bothering to run in cover, and instead making a mad-dash for the opening.

*Yeah I was gonna say something, you know like: 'wait, can I call your cell or something I don't have a headset' but you ran off so quick. No worries though, some hunk in a black suit showed up and brought me one.*

"Huh..." Zahn's gait faltered a little as she slowed to glance back at the rooftop with a spooked expression.

*You're gonna want to move leftish here in a sec.*

"What?" She slowed further, pressing the headset to her ear almost positive she'd misheard him, but movement in her peripheral vision caused her to snap her head up in time to dive out of way as a boulder-sized chunk of debris smashed into the concrete where she would have been standing had she kept moving. She landed roughly on her chest, driving snow down the neck of her thermal shirt and into her pants and boots. She spat snow from her mouth, scrambling to her feet and shambling to cover between a couple of buildings. Zahn pressed herself against the wall, breathing heavily, her ears ringing with adrenalin. She didn't even pause to catch her breath, instead she whipped out her sidearm and popped out of cover to snap off a couple of shots at the ice titan before returning.

*Oh now what the hell is that going to do?*

"I don't know! Wasting ammo! Makes me feel better! Should have sent you on this run!" she answered, nearly shouting. The adrenalin was still surging through every inch of her body, from having very nearly been crushed. Zahn had always been relatively safe in her nest during combat... not to say that she hadn't had some close calls, but none nearly as close as that!

*Alright I'm gonna take a shot and maybe buy you some time...*

"W-... WAIT!"

*Too late, it's on its way.*

Zahn immediately threw herself to the ground, this time feeling the wet chill of snow pressing against her skin between her breasts through the feverish adrenalin. She covered her head with her hands reflexively even though she knew the .50 caliber slug would punch straight through the building she was hiding behind. A second ticked by, though it felt like an age before she heard the chill snap of the slug screeching past and she opened her eyes in time to see it crush into the titan's good knee almost a second later, sending it crashing to the pavement as the joint was shattered like a cheap mirror. Another second ticked past and the deep throated POW of the Windrunner followed. For a moment she could only just blink... so that's what that felt like.

*I hit it!* Archer exclaimed, sounding genuinely surprised.

"On purpose?" Zahn asked with a note of incredulity.

*Sure... can I keep this headset after we're done?*

"I'm not leaving you in charge of a herd of cats," she grunted at him as she pushed herself to her feet again and sprinted out of cover for the opening.

Back on the rooftop, Archer took his eye away from the scope for a few moments, looking out over the distance with his regular sight. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and grinned as he scooted over to his spotting scope to watch Zahn cover the rest of the distance to the facility. A few long moments ticked by as he waited, making sure the titan wasn't going to get up again just yet. He reached up and muted his microphone.

"Was that really necessary?" A bald man in a black suit asked him.

"She made me do push-ups... payback is a bitch," he smirked, watching her vault over a fallen pillar and vanish inside. He whistled in appreciation of the view.

"Aren't you gay?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just means I can appreciate a great ass when I see one. She really rocks those cargoes. The truth is, I wouldn't kick her out of my bed for eating crackers... even if 'crackers' was my dog," he informed with a wide grin. The man didn't reply, and instead just shook his head a little without changing his expression.

*I'm inside and through the security door,* Zahn chimed in his ear after what felt like too long. Archer reached up and unmuted his headset.

"Alright, once you're into the main facility you're on your own: the place is probably shielded all out of Star-Trek and shit. The other labs have informative signs and colored tape on the ground for you to follow, I imagine this one is no different. Once you're in the core the console you're after will be on your..." Archer hesitated, glancing up at the man in the black suit. He waved his right hand after undoubtedly rolling his eyes behind those dark sunglasses. "Right side, it probably has red and white striped tape all over it."

*That sounded like another guess...*

"An educated one," Archer smiled, and the headset popped in his ear, signifying that he'd lost Zahn's signal.

Archer sat up indian style and propped himself up with his hands, gazing out over the rooftop in the direction of the facility in silence while the man in the black suit did the same. It felt like an hour passed, but after a handful of minutes the facility went up in a bright orange flash. Archer leaned forward and peered through the spotting scope. The ice titan had finally been reduced into enough molecules to cease being a threat. All that was left of the surface facility was a burned out husk and a pile of rubble.

"Did she make it out?" Asked the man in a neutral tone. After a moment of silence, Archer's pocket began to vibrate. He pulled out his phone and checked it, then flipped the screen towards the man. Don't get your hopes up, I made it out. Pack to the dead drop, read the text on his screen. Seemingly satisfied, the man turned and exited through the roof access door. Archer leaned back, looking up at the sky, which had finally begun to clear up and let sunlight through. He sat for a long time before starting to pack up... and before he was finished, a chime sounded from one of his cargo pockets: an email notification from his other phone. He just smiled.

It was a long jog through the underground which Zahn took all the way to the IPAF headquarters. Zahn had escaped through the sub-levels of the facility, which were still intact. She allowed the biometric device to scan her retina, and scowled at it when it addressed her as "Julia Smith," but pushed her way inside anyway. She'd been after the guys in IT to fix that for weeks now. It was a brisk walk to Ana's office, which she poked her head in momentarily, looking for one person in particular, most of the other regulars were there. Her eyes narrowed and she shut the door, knowing where Kiser would be if they'd taken a new prisoner. She slid her hand into her pocket as she made her way to containment. Zahn was a ghost as soon as the door opened for her. She flitted down the hallway in and out of camera blind spots until she found what she was looking for: Kiser standing over the waking body of a Fae. She sidled up behind him, gripping an object in her pocket.

"Hey," she whispered, almost in his ear. She was already pulling her hand out of her pocket, fingers curled around a set of polished brass knuckles as she cocked her arm back and swiveled on her hips. When he turned to face her, she drove her fist straight into his face with every ounce of her strength.

"Don't you EVER leave a soldier behind again!" she spat, shaking with rage. Her right hand was shaking and covered in blood where the brass knuckles had dug into her flesh. Zahn had literally hit him so hard that she'd broken four of her fingers. "If you had radioed ahead like you're FUCKING SUPPOSED TO I could have been in position to cover you BEFORE things went sideways! Maybe then those soldiers wouldn't have had to die so that your worthless ass could escape!" she very nearly screamed, and managed to resist striking him again. Zahn took a deep breath and seemed to settle back into her persona as "Iceheart."

"I have a silver bullet with your name on it, Kiser, and if you ever try a stunt like that again it will find you," she threatened coldly and then spun on her heels, walking straight out. Now and then blood spattered the floor along her trail both from her shattered hand and from where she'd been clutching her opposite fist hard enough for her nails to dig into her flesh. Zahn slid the brass knuckles back into her pocket as she sidled silently into Anastasia's office to catch the rest of the meeting. She didn't bother hiding her broken and bloodied hand... her healing factor wasn't as strong as a full blown were, but the damage would heal over the next day or so. Zahn was in time to hear Rorgen mention visiting the 86B facility before the clean-up crew arrived. She kept a neutral face, sitting down without saying anything: it was classified, and if they didn't already know about the lower levels, then they didn't have the proper clearances. A wave of exhaustion washed over her as the last of her adrenalin ebbed away and she covered her mouth with her hand to hide a yawn, then continued to listen in silence. She didn't envy the minion that would get stuck with the paperwork over the entire fiasco and was just glad that she'd already submitted her report via email. Smart-phones were amazing nowadays...

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Azriel De'mourn



Azriel finished the meal just about the time the girl decided to wander off again, this time wearing nothing but his shirt... how odd. He looked down at the meal he had prepared and sighed lightly leaving it on the kitchen counter. He had no time to properly store it and he couldn't eat it, so it would have to be cleaned up when he manages to wrangle the girl to safety again, honestly he was beginning to question his sanity with how far he was going to keep her safe. On his way out he grabs one of his jackets, knowing the girl had already forgotten about the cold. She seemed to be forgetting things constantly at this point which pointed toward some form of brain damage, if she kept up like this he would have to take her to a hospital to make sure she wasn't brain scrambled. Not knowing what things are or mean is normal. Forgetting things you have just learned on a regular basis however was a whole other ball game. He wouldn't be surprised to find a fracture in her skull somewhere. Before he even hit the door, his cell was in his hand and a text message was sent. He returned it before he exited so as to not further confuse the girl, cell phones could wait for another day.

He took the time to lock his door before he followed her down the stairs, having missed the interaction between her and the random girl from the building. As she turned to ask about the cat calls he shook his head lightly "Disgusting and poor attempts at a creative way to attract a mate. Dairy Queen and Burger King are food establishments. Another poor attempt to be creative while attracting a mate. Also they believe by calling you 'baby' you will feel some familiarity to them and improve their chances of attracting you.... To be honest I'm not sure how that one started..." Just then a black car pulled up next to them on the street, despite them having walked a ways already the man inside seemed to know how to find them. It parked just next to them before the man got out and walked around the car to Azriel, handed him the keys and accepted a rather generous tip from the vampire before running back toward the building they had just come from. He turned to usher the girl into the car when she began to fall.

Something in his stomach turned. It felt as if his last love was being ripped from him again, but vague and blurred somewhere deep in the back of his mind where he couldn't pull it up for study. The feeling made him move however as his body seemed to disappear to the humans around him, it reappeared with his arms under the girl, having caught her well before she hit the ground "Are you okay my...." He caught himself before he spoke the last word, what was he going to call her? Queen? Love? Neither made sense.... why would he do that? It seemed almost as if a reflex but he had never met this girl in his life before this. His emotions where getting the best of him and he needed to get them under control. He stood lifting the girl and setting her in the passenger seat "You are weak, and need food. Afterword I will take you to Forever 21, it is a place that sells cloths. Please be patient. It will take time for you to remember everything." His voice held a large amount of concern for the girl as he took to buckling her seat belt for her "This will keep you from sliding around while we drive, you may take it off with this button." He directs her attention to the little red button that would release the belt. With another flash of speed he closed the door and was in the drivers seat of the car. Heat poured from the dash of the vehicle as he began driving "What would you like to eat?" He figured she might reflexively know what she was hungry for. He would be sure to get fast food as she didn't seem to have much in the way for patience.

In the back of his mind Azriel was now battling himself, he couldn't figure out why he would have called her queen or love. Yes there was the poorly made pick up line that called her queen but before that he had no reason to address her that way. Adding that to the fact that she acted like royalty sporadically and you come up with something being very wrong. Azriel couldn't puzzle it out, a fact that bothered him to no end. Who was this girl?



Jenson Xion




With no one paying attention to the curious trouble maker, Jenson did what anyone would do when left in their boss' office with no one to watch him. He started going through her stuff. First through her desk, mumbling lightly to himself "Bill...memo....gun...OOO Candy!" He popped a piece of the sugary goodness in his mouth before he closed the drawer and turned to look about the room. He went to open the filing cabinet and found it to be locked. He made a mental note to come back to it when he had more time to pick the lock. He sighed lightly as he moved over to a small book shelf and started to flip through the titles "Manual...Manual... Dictionary... Sex book?" He picked it up an flipped through the pages quickly "Nope, manual." He placed it back and stood back up looking at the sparse room, he had the feeling it had to hide some form of secret. His eyes returned to the locked cabinet, glaring at it as if he would unlock it with his mind. Being the mischief maker he was, he had a set of lock picks in his pocket. He also knew another of the IPAF was in the other room bandaging up a broken hand and he wouldn't have time to unlock it without getting caught. So naturally he did what any ADHD fifteen year old would do. He went and got more candy from the drawer.

To pass the time he started to flip through his different visual settings and looking around the room, as if he would discover some hidden secret to this box of a room. It seemed to bother him greatly that this woman who was practically demanding more knowledge didn't have much of anything in her room. Maybe her people didn't talk to her because she was so cold and shut off. He munched on another piece of chocolate and slide himself up onto the boss lady's desk. One of his hands reached into a side pocket on his pants and pull out a rolled up cloth. He unrolled it in his lap then reaches for one of his pistols. Within seconds the heavily modified weapon was stripped down to its bare parts. He then looked at the parts closely as if trying to decide if they needed cleaning or if it would simply fall under excessive maintenance. Finally deciding they where clean enough, his hands glide over the parts to produce a hand gun again and return it to its holster before repeating the process with his other weapon. Unfortunately for him they where both clean enough that any maintenance would simply cause microscopic damage that would reduce the life span of the weapons. With his weapons fully reassembled he would start surfing the internet in his head to pass the time.

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Character Portrait: Praxis Lethe Character Portrait: Leau Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Jenson Xion Character Portrait: Alistair D. James
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Ravenna ~ IPAF New York Headquarters


Life sucked.

No, Ravenna wasn't pessimistic in the least - God, people are annoying - she was merely realistic and all evidence supported the absolute dismal bleakness that was life. Her hair was so dark, it was as an oil slick might be if it were made of strands of silk, it swung across her shoulder blades as her fist knocked the punching bag backwards with a fury. The people - a majority of them men - looked at her curiously. Ravenna de Luca was well known, both as Italy's district leader, Gabriele de Luca's twin sister, but also as one of the most brutal trainers in all of IPAF and an even more brutal Fey huntress. She was beautiful, almost Fey-beautiful - almost - but so much so that one might mistaken her for a Faerie herself from afar. Well, a fool would be making a fatal mistake if he told her so or commented on her likeliness to the Fey.

Her fist mutilated the punching bag.

Well over two hours later, Ravenna rubbed at her damp hair - the only thing good about this place were the showers - the towel hanging around her shoulders. She was dressed in a tight-fitting, plain T and loose blue pants, her feet bare as they walked down the maze of hallways that made up the intricate network that was IPAF. People pressed themselves against walls as she passed, even the ones who were easily double her size and triple her weight. She'd requested a transfer from the IPAF headquarters beneath Italy not a week ago, her reasons, presumably, to avoid her brother.

Ravenna stopped.

She felt an odd man pass her by and she whirled around, her aqua eyes burning into his back as she tried to sense what was so wrong about him. He seemed to almost float above the floor, but he wasn't, his feet were where they should be, obeying the laws of gravity. She narrowed her eyes slight, pursing her lips. The man could not have been an intruder - IPAF's warning systems would've alarmed the entire world - and besides, he looked to be one of the Fey analysers. But he wasn't, she knew that, although she had no proof except the nagging in her gut and what proof was that, really? He couldn't have been Fey, either. More than 80% of IPAF was made of iron, a Fey would've crumbled to the ground by now. Whatever it was, she didn't like seeing his fishiness roaming about alive. Ravenna folded her face and body into a careful, loose mask of nonchalance.

"Doctor, doctor!" she called out, running towards the man in a false pre tense of girlish dimness. Surely, if he were truly a member of IPAF, he would ask her why she seemed so cheerful. Ravenna's coldness was notorious. "Doctor," she breathed a sigh of false relief, grabbing the man's wrist and resisting the urge to flinch. He felt... Weird. She kept the smile plastered to her face. "Thank god! Anastasia asked me to fetch you right this moment, she needs you to brief her on the condition of the Fey," she lied smoothly. Tugging at the man, she turned and dragged him willingly or not down a hallway filled with curious onlookers.

"Jenson, we might need that Fey girl's expertise. Lola, Looloo? Yeah, that one," she said quietly, clutching the doctor's wrist tighter unintentionally. She would take him to where Jenson was and nail him very securely to a wall. She meant, lock.

Yeah, right.

Dr. Freya Hirane ~ Laboratory 86B


It was dark.

Simple as that: dark. Dark and infinitely frightening. Who knew what lurked in the bleak, looming nothingness? Death? Freya whimpered, struggling with all her might not to cry. That in itself seemed to be an impossible feet. She'd been in the underground escape passage when the Fey came and ransacked the entire place, at least, that's what she'd gathered from the beastly sounds that had come to fill her senses. Not long after the cries for help and growls as beasts fought beasts - bless the Weres - were the sounds replaced by endless rounds of bullets and the crumbling of a structure. She'd rushing to the very end of the escape route, shivering as she covered her ears and prayed and hoped and waited expectantly for others to join her in the escape tunnels.

No one came.

She hadn't been able to open the heavy latch of the underground passageway and so she'd stayed there, too afraid to turn back and search for her fellow co-workers and guilty because of it. It was a blessing, that this route was sealed tight with fire-proof, debris-proof, monster-proof, Faerie-proof and god-knew-what-else-proof doors that might've shielded them from nuclear attacks. Why had she been there, one might ask. Well, that was a fair question. She might or might not have been chasing a robot.

Freya clutched it now, to her chest, her little robot friend by the name of Plue. Plue was an invention of hers, and a friend she held dear. He sometimes liked to wander and she wondered if he were psychic, to have led her here seconds before death came upon the others. Guilt bit at her consciousness.

Suddenly, there was a fall of rubble and a creek.

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Kiser rolled up the sleeves of his leather jacket, cracking his knuckles and neck. Not that he needed to, of course. But it was always nice to receive extra points for drama. Kiser scraped the debris from the area Anastasia had gestured towards, he sniffed and smelled nothing in the air, but anything that might've survived this destruction would surely be sound-proof. Let's just hope living beings - that we're Fey - loomed beneath. Kiser dug his fingers into the edges of the relatively large, human-sized square he saw beneath the rubble and inhaled. With a grunt, he slowly pulled the heavy - indefinitely thick - square up and after a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and his muscles bulged with the effort of it, the door finally came undone and he hurled it over his shoulder, casually aiming for Alistair. The piece he'd ripped from the stuck hinges of the ground was easily over thirty inches thick and damn, was that thing heavy. He was a Werelion and the alpha of his pack, at that. And-

"OH MY FREAKING GOD!" a young voice squealed, jumping from the literal hole she'd crawled out of and running at them with a speed almost inhuman for her little legs. Her long blonde hair danced behind her in a flurry, marred by dust. Kiser narrowed his eyes as the girl whizzed right past her and tackled Alistair to the ground. Well, well, he thought dimly.

Freya knew Alistair from college, as they'd both attended the same college, but she was younger, and had graduated earlier. She'd been the star of the class and she'd graduated with a medical degree before her 18th birthday. She was remarkable, to say the least. She was also very, very bubbly. She clutched Alistair furiously, clinging onto him and weeping into his shirt as if she hadn't seen another human being in a long while. Which, she probably hadn't. Freya wailed, repeating "Alistair, Alistair" through her tears. She was a small, loud thing, being barely over 5 feet and having the volume of a football coach.

"There, there," Kiser said gruffly, grabbing the young woman - who could not have been older than twenty - by the collar of her lab coat and dangling her in front of him. He squinted, swinging the wee thing around and turning his wrist so he could see her face. "You're not impressive at all," he said.

Freya puffed out her cheeks like an angry kitten, crossing her arms defiantly before her chest. "I am very impressive, thank you very much. In fact, I'm adorable, or so I'm told."

"You've been told wrong, kitten," he said, his point further proven when she hissed as a peeved cat would, baring her vicious little fangs at him. Kiser forced the smile away from his face, resisting the urge to tell her how cute she was. She reached out her arms, attempting to scratch Kiser's face off; he merely stretched out his arm and kept her far from his flawless head. "What's your name?"

She stuck up her nose, pursing her lips shut.

"Ah well, looks like she's no help to us, Ana. We'll just have to put her back in whatever hole she came from," he said with a shrug, making a show of dangling her and slowly lowering the girl into the hole she'd been in moments before.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! Freya! It's Freya! But that's Dr. Hirane to you," she said with a scowl.

Kiser burst into laughter, swinging the girl recklessly from his hand and igniting frightened squeals from the blonde bobble-head. "You? A doctor?" The girl nodded defiantly, struggling not to look like she was about to puke. "Really? Prove it," Kiser said.

"I will if you let me down," she replied.

"Orrrr," he purred. "You prove it to us and then I might consider letting you down. Freya grunted, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out an ID card, waving it in front of the Werelion's face. The card read:

'International Fey Extraction Branch [IFEB]

Dr. Freya Hirane
B63271223
Junior Assistant
D.O.B.: 05/09/2001
D.I.: 25/01/2018
C.O.O.: Australia'

Kiser's eyes narrowed, slightly, almost imperceptibly and he shook his head in a movement that was so small, most would not have seen it. But Freya did. Her eyes filled with confusion at first, and then realisation. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it at a stern stare from Kiser. She tucked her identification card back into her coat pocket and Kiser let her go, abruptly, so that she fell to the ground. She moaned, rubbing her sore backside and frowning at the ground. She wondered if she'd imagined it all and when she looked up to see the man's nonchalant face, she sighed, she'd imagined it, after all.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm ravenous," she complained. "OH MY GOD, CAR!" she gushed, gawking at Kiser's car and running towards it.

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Jenson had taken to fiddling with the lock on the cabinet when the call came over the com for him. "Think she went out why?" He stepped lightly toward the door of the office to look out the window, he knew the source of the call was coming from someone who was supposed to be in the building. It only took him a few moments to spot her coming toward him dragging a... fae? His brow crinkled a little at the curious sight, he opened the door before stepping out and toward them "Whats with the brainy butterfly?" Having just met Leau, he figured it was just another fae that was on their side. His mechanical eyes saw through their glamour easily enough. The man's glamour didn't even show up to Jenson's eyes, which made him think the fae scientist didn't even have one on.

Jenson personally had no grudge against the Fae as a race, and as such had no issue working side by side with them. The only reason he worked for the IPAF was because they gave him his sight back. In truth he wasn't really sure what the point of hunting the Fae was. They didn't seem all that malicious to him. Most of the time from what he could tell from the reports he had read, they where either defending themselves or it was an accidental situation. Years ago Jenson had learned to read between the lines of bullshit that people put in reports and get an understanding of what actually happened. Occasionally he would find a spot where the Fae made an attack, but it was always against the IPAF, not the general public. Which to his mind made sense, they where attacking their aggressors not the people they represent. In his mind it was the IPAF that started the war, it didn't matter much to Jenson because he enjoyed two things in life now. Seeing and fighting. The IPAF gave him that with interest. So fight their silly war he would until he was given a good enough reason not to anymore.

He might not have reacted to the fae at all in that moment, but that was before the people around him began to gasp. In that fraction of a second his guns where in his hands, the people's reactions being all he needed to be cautious. Beading the fae he looked to Ravenna having yet to actually meet this girl he smirked "Looks like you found yourself a stray... what should we do with him?" His voice carried both humor and nonchalance as if the situation wasn't anywhere near as serious as it seemed to everyone around them. It was unclear weather he acted this way because he honestly didn't care what the result was or to defuse the people around them from panicking. Regardless the people around them seemed to loosen up a bit at the sight of the situation being 'undercontrol'


Azriel De'mourn


Azriel steered the vehicle in silence as he listened to her fairy tale. She seemed to be recounting a memory to him instead of telling a story. He let things be silent a moment after she finished her story, turning gently onto another road "Sounds to me like the Queen did what she had to for her people. I think her people would understand and love her for it. I think she did the right thing." His right hand reaches over and touches the top of her knee gently "One day she will wake up to find all her people waiting for her return. Maybe then she will realize just how much her sacrifice meant to everyone." His eyes never left the road but the gentle touch of his hand seemed to convey all the emotion that was needed. He pulled through a small one way alley before a voice came over a speaker. Azriel answered it with an odd list of foods only to be instructed to continue on his path. He pulled up to a window on the side of the building only to be handed food in exchange for paper. He places the bag with a salad topped with all the ingredients she asked for on the little divider between them. A little plastic fork waiting for her to use it to consume the odd collection of food. Azriel drove away from the building before he could be handed any form of change.

He continued on his way down the road, the girl wouldn't know this, but he was purposely driving a longer path to their destination to give her time to eat and allow her a little bit longer reprieve from the chaos of this world. This was the calmest he had seen her since they met and he wanted to let her enjoy her moment of peace as long as possible. Azriel had been trying to work out who this girl could be for a long while now, the problem being that she didn't seem to remember anything. He had a feeling she was someone higher up on the corporate ladder, the problem then becomes what company? It would be impossible to deduce without further information. Until then he would simply have to be patient with her. She would gain bits and pieces of her memory as they traveled together, each one being a clue for Azriel to add to the puzzle that was this girl. The thought of why he was helping her had seemed to fade entirely from his thoughts at this point. Simply accepting the phenomena as fact. It didn't seem to bother him however, being almost happy to help this girl in her time of need.

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Leau headed directly to Anastasia’s office. She had arrived back at the IPAF headquarters at about the same time as when the somewhat frantic call from Anastasia had come in on the… Human device that she hadn’t remembered being on her person. It was annoying, to tell the truth. She loathed the things. She didn’t know why, it was just that… Whenever she heard someone’s voice from absolutely nowhere, she tried to find the source of it so that she could put a bullet in it. She had one time stabbed a phone of Anastasia’s out of reflex. What happened afterwards had actually induced a condition mostly found in humans, that they called “trauma” or something odd like that.

However, upon hearing Anastasia’s message, she had begun hurrying through the halls of the headquarters. From what it sounded, heads were going to roll, and she wasn’t particularly keen on hers being one of them.

But as it so happened, fate seemed to be, as always, against her wishes. She stopped and sighed inwardly. Did she really have to deal with this now? There were two IPAF operatives in Anastasia’s office, which Leau was fairly sure not allowed. Actually, she didn’t even know either of them. There was a third, though he seemed to be a scientist, and she… Tried to avoid scientists. She didn’t like the way they smelled, mainly. But he was particularly odd, or her eyes were failing her. Actually, he was more blurry than anything, so the latter could very well be the reason. She rubbed her eyes, looking again. Still blurry.

At a loss for anything else to do, she strode forward, breathing out and trying to straighten, hopefully increasing her height, if only slightly. Though she may not outrank many IPAF members, considering she didn’t know of any official rank that she held, if any at all, she did have certain authority over many as Anastasia’s guard. Mainly the authority to cause physical harm to those who she deemed harmful to Anastasia herself, or her property. Or Kiser, though she didn’t usually have much luck with that.

“Excuse my intrusion…” she began as she entered the office. The form of the scientist was still, oddly enough, somewhat blurred, and the other two IPAF members, a man and a woman, were conversing between each other it seemed. “But this office is not accessible at the current time. I would suggest that you come back at a time when Director Varias is present. Now, if I may, I have to find a particular Fey and have need of the… The…” she faltered, cursing herself. What was the device that controlled the voices that spoke all over the headquarters? Curse humans and their language!

She bit her lip, glaring at the three with an expression that Anastasia had once told her was the very image of childish frustration. Another thing on the list of things she loathed: Her expressions. Humans seemed to think they were funny, for some reason. It was a bit late to try to maintain a semblance of control over the situation, or any actual authority. She pointed at the scientist, who was fading in and out of being slightly blurry and looking almost transparent. It was rather odd, and she narrowed her eyes. However, she made the decision to ignore it in favor of finding the Fey Anastasia had requested her to first.

“If there is no issue, I require you three to help me find him. I don’t assume this will be a problem?” She thought about adding that it was an order from Anastasia, but it was a bit too late now, anyways. She bit her lip again out of habit, this time cursing her communication skills. She was sure that she had phrased and spoke the words correctly, but she always felt that things were too… Was this really the time to be thinking of such things? No, of course it wasn’t. She only needed to wait for the reaction for a few moments, then grab them and find the Spring Fey.

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She was a beautiful human, carved from lava rock and crystals of ice. The woman was clutching into him with a firm grip, her hand pressing against disguised dark flesh. His eye lids closed in both annoyance and amusement. She acted so cheerful. Praxis wouldn't be able to stay here for long, the air here was akin to cigarette smoke, poisoning his lungs until they turned gray like iron. The substance made his bones ache and his muscles burn, they both were turning into metaphorical stone that would nail his knees to the ground if he stayed here too long. The picture of an old man smiled, he didn't find enjoyment out of killing for energy, but it was necessary. The man had been his virgin sacrifice, the light in his eyes becoming the power in his veins. He was older than any other Fey, iron was still dangerous. Though, as long as he continued to fill himself with vibrant souls, he would not be crippled so easily.

It was a cute charade. The woman pulling him along was truthfully a fine actress, pulling off a play of a bubbly girl. He imaged that she pulled the strings of others arms and legs often enough to be considered an expert in the field of alluring deception. However, Lethe could see what she could not, telling him the truth of the woman thousands of years younger than him. His eyes could see the aura of prism hues that hung around her physical form and bled into the air. He could read every shade as find proof that she was wearing nothing but a practiced facade. He saw the muddied red of her anger, powerful clear reds dishonest murky pink that swirled in the atmosphere. There was dark, forest green; the color of blame, resentment, the victim. Around her eyes were sparks of indigo, she was intuitive, perceptive, but he already knew that. She was too intelligent, and the clever were hardly as carefree and happy as she seemed right now.

"Misfortune." Were the words that left his lips. His vocal cords didn't buzz, it was a whisper that was easily eaten by the noise filtering through the cracks of closed doors. She was surrounded by divine tragedy. Dark gray, black, a dirty gray overlay - this must not be her first life where she felt such disdain for the world. Praxis thought it suit her pulchritudinous appearance, the beautiful were often not so lucky as others first assumed. He, would could open his eyes and read their emotions, knew better than to draw foolish conclusions. His smile disappeared, replaced with a thoughtful thin line. She would make a good Fey, a powerful sister who could blind humans with her true form. Perhaps, once this life ran out, he would meet her again.

The woman with midnight hair had brought him to a main with snow eyes. The man with a head of fire seemed to look right through him, and Lethe guessed it must have to do with the metal device in his head. Humans were interesting, weren't they? While he could heal his kind, restore their eyesight with the touch of his fingers, humans made up for the lack of healing ability with machines and technology. No matter how you look at it, they weren't as different as the IPAF made them out to be. In fact, he might even call them the same.

"Looks like you found yourself a stray... what should we do with him?" He didn't flinch under the threat of the pointed gun, he had many pointed at his head these last six months, it had become a part of his routine. Although, that didn't mean it didn't make him nervous. The weapon settled fear into his body. He didn't want to die, not yet, and not here. So, naturally, he wouldn't allow them to put another iron bullet into him, despite his wish to leave as many unharmed as possible. Praxis rid himself of his glamour, standing in his true form of hazy darkness and soft, glowing light that wasn't as luminescent as it should be. He looked down at the girl, no emotion drawn up on his face. Would she not let him go?

Initially he aimed to destroy the systems within the IPAF. Erase and short technology with a pull of electric magic, borrowed from the life within. He didn't have the means to do much else, unless he discovered something, but bringing harm to humans had been off the menu in favor of mercy; along with the reasoning that they didn't need the IPAF to have anymore reasons to try and bring their end. "I would prefer it if you allow me to leave." He requested calmly, though an edge of anger found its way into his voice. "Once I am able to reach my goal we'll be able to leave your adolescent world." Why didn't they understand? Many of them didn't want to stay here, and the ones that did could be forced back to their true home through a possible vacuum effect that had brought them here in the first place. "This will have to be my last warning, I apologize." Praxis sighed, in the end, he would do what was necessary. If that meant casualties, then so be it.

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Character Portrait: Tiggy The Summer Fae Character Portrait: Praxis Lethe Character Portrait: Raena Character Portrait: Aerunia of the Reverie Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Jenson Xion Character Portrait: Faust
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Funny. He was funny. Ravenna placed her hands on her hips, regarding the foreign creature made of darkness and light who was most certainly no doctor. The Fey practically announced itself in IPAF territory, the centre of Fey hunters, an underground building made entirely of iron. Did he think he could reason or muscle his way through this? Wiggle his cute butt and charm them with his pixie dust? Ravenna snorted, pushing the Fey onto a chair that was, quite conveniently, made of iron and attached to the floor. She bowed over him, gripping the arms of the seat and narrowing her eyes before the man. "Atta boy," she said. "I much prefer you without your glamour. It must be tiring, wearing one in all this iron." Ravenna curled her lips into a sardonic smile. "If you do so much as look around the room, I will rip your throat out," she said the last quietly, her fingers caressing the bump of his adam's apple. That did sound quite nice.

"How did you escape? Are all Fey capable of stealing the identities of others?" she asked. Beads of water gathered at the ends of her damp hair and dripped onto the Fey's pants. "What is your goal? Where do you come from? How do you go back?" Her fingers lingered loosely around his neck and she stared at the vein pulsing at its base. So fragile was it in appearance, frail, its bones small beneath its skin. "You're beautiful," she whispered, her soft words by his ear morphing into a deep scowl and hiss. "Beautiful in a way that makes beauty hideous." However frail it looked, she knew it wasn't. Those wings could shatter buildings if they so wished and those hands could eradicate a small village with a flick of its wrist. It was dangerous, and she'd been a fool to forget that, however temporarily.

Ravenna leaned away, pulled an IPAF-approved pistol from behind her and aimed the weapon at the Fey. "How does an iron bullet in your mouth sound?" she asked cheerily, her former pre tense returned. She tilted her head to the side, a twinkle in her aqua gaze. "Jenson, watch the Faerie, alert the rest of the building." Ravenna smiled at the Fey as she reached around her, feeling the desk for something to... "What's your name, sweetheart?" she asked. In not a blink, she whipped two iron coated pens from behind her and lifted them to impale the Fey's hands to the chair.

~ Aerunia and Tiggy ~


"We have to go. Quick," the man Orpheus had hypnotised - Nicholas Graworth - said quickly, his glassy eyes darting around as if searching for monsters hidden in the corners of the night. "Quick. He said... Quick," he said, rubbing his temples in puzzlement. Why was he taking these two girls to IPAF? Was he allow- He had to get them safely into IPAF. Safely into IPAF. Safely into IPAF. IPAF. Now.

"He said- Quick," Nicholas said, grabbing the two Fey's wrists and ushering them forward, or rather, dragged. The lighter skinned Fey seemed rather ill, perhaps she should- They had to get to IPAF. Why was he taking Faeries there? They were the enemy, weren't they? No, that man wasn't his enemy. He was... Nicholas had to obey. "I must take them to IPAF safely," he repeated to himself as he dragged the Faeries across the city.

Minutes later they stood in a washroom stall in a Suncoco petrol station. It was cramped in the tiny cell as Nicholas looked over his shoulder, constantly, searching for something that most likely did not exist. He fumbled with the wall the toilet seat was attached to, knocking seemingly random sections of the wall. Suddenly, a brick in the tattered wall shifted backwards, replaced by a glowing blue scanner. He placed his palm on the flat surface, avoiding Tiggy's and Aerunia's gaze.

"Voice activation required," the mechanic voice of a woman said.

"Nicholas Graworth," he said hastily.

"Authorised operative: Nicholas Graworth. Approved," announced the voice as the scanner faded into green. The toilet seat and the wall it was attached to sunk to reveal an elevator - its walls iron. Nicholas waved the Fey in and stepped in himself. "I'm going to be in a lot of trouble," he whimpered as the iron gates closed behind them. "So much trouble. No. No, no," he said, his head whipping to the side as if he'd been slapped by an invisible hand. "I have to get them into IPAF safely. Safe. Safe. Safe."

The iron gates pulled open and a long, white, sterilised hallway stretched out in front of them. "Welcome home, Agent 294," the woman's voice said in an imitation of human warmth. Nicholas squinted against the bright lights, stepping out of the elevator as he shielded his eyes with an arm. His head pounded and there was a persistent ringing in his ears. How had he gotten here? When had he-

"Fey!" he yelled, reaching behind him for the gun he kept in his back pocket, only to find empty air. He gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at the two Faerie women. He took a tentative step back, feigning fear before lunging towards the light skinned Fey, his head clear.

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"Halt," Raena said abruptly, placing a hand over Azriel's. "There is someone near, someone searching for you," she said quietly, her head tilted towards the window and her brows drawn in puzzlement. "There is another by him. A Seraph," she explained, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. "He feels rather strange, different, from the Heavenly beings I have encountered." Raena turned her head to Azriel then, a question in her eyes. "The one who seeks an audience with you feels like you. I believe he carries a small, unconscious girl."

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So here was the thing: Freya was a Werebunny.

"OH MY FREAKING GOD!" she yelled, her eyes snapping wide as she woke with a start. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she squealed, staring at the ground below. The ground very, very far below. "Let me go! Let me go! Wait, wait, don't let me go. Don't let me go!" she yelped, wrapping her arms around Faust and clinging onto him for dear life. Oh hell yes, he was dear life. He was the only thing standing between her and that vicious pavement that wanted to have her cute little blonde head for dinner. She was going to die and it would be the fault of- "Yooouu," she accused, hissing at Kiser.

Kiser raised a brow at Freya, drifting lazily beside Faust. His body was facing the sky and he was flying as if he were floating on water. He pushed against the cold wind with a flap of his wings, tossing Faust's and Freya's hair aside with the beat of his angelic 'limbs.' He didn't have to move all that much, as the strength of his wings pushed him forward with ease. He had his arms behind his head and his legs crossed. He yawned.

"You're a Shapeshifter?" Freya accused. Kiser narrowed his eyes.

"No," he said curtly, returning to staring at the clouds he was passing.

"Explain yourself!" Freya demanded.

"I'm a sexy beast," Kiser replied.

"No! Explain the wings!" Freya rephrased, wrapping her legs tightly around Faust and clinging to his body. She buried his face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm half Angel," Kiser said simply.

Freya turned into a bunny. It was strange, and unlike a majority of Were transformations. There was a poof of pink clouds - because a girl had to change in style and privacy - and suddenly Faust held only articles of clothing in his hands. A pink bunny with frightened and angry blue eyes tumbled from his arms. She didn't quite have control over her powers yet. Okay, she'd barely turned in her life. There was not much use for a bunny.

"HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP!" Freya the bunny screamed. Kiser swooped down and snatched the bunny by her small cotton ball tail, causing Freya to yelp in pain. Kiser narrowed his eyes, lifting the rabbit thing to his eye level.

"You can talk?" he asked, an accusation in his voice as if he were blaming Freya for him not having identified her by her scent. A Werebunny. She was a Werebunny. Why was it so surprising?

"Of course I can talk, you nitwit!" Freya squeaked in a inhumanly high pitched voice. She sounded like a rat.

"Hmph." Kiser threw Freya the Werebunny at Faust. The pink bunny yelped, wrapping its tiny limbs around the ancient Vampire's head and clinging to his face.

"We're here," Kiser said, his wings abruptly disappearing into light that faded into nothingness. He plummeted to the ground, the bones beneath his skin warping along the way. A lion fell onto a car.

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The roof caved in.

Raena yelped, pressing her body against the car door as the centre of the vehicle's roof caved in. She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers sank into the leather seats and her body shivered from the scare. There was no human sound outside of the metal walls, they were on a road few others took. She yelped as the glass she leaned against disappeared from beside her, she'd clicked a button accidentally. The cold wind licked her skin and then it was no longer cold, but warm. A breath of heat tossed her long white hair against her skin. Raena opened her eyes.

A lion watched her.

The High Queen gasped, scrambling backwards so her body bumped against Azriel's. She was clutching whatever part of him she could find, clinging onto him for fear was what this animal brought to her. Unyielding, bone shattering fear. Emerald eyes painted with flecks of gold watched her, something far more intelligent than the mind of a mere animal behind them. She stared back with silver-blue eyes like that of winter snow, her irises were pale with fear, pale enough to rival the absolute colourless shade of her hair.

The lion stood, and where an animal once crouched, there stood a man. Utterly naked. The latter, of course, mattered not to the Queen of the Fey. The most sexually active species of all. The man had dark brown hair and the same emerald eyes the lion had, and he leaned his elbows on the door where the window had once been. He cocked a brow, nudging his head at the girl who clung to Azriel.

"What do you have there, little Vamp?" he asked.

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Azriel was a good man. Too good, in fact. He was unlike the majority of Vampires, defying nature and choosing to help rather than harm, when he could. Kiser was in no place to judge other people's choice in lifestyles, and Azriel's lack of normality was what made him so useful. People trusted him, even when they hardly knew him, and they let down their guard around him. Kiser had met the man in the 1920s, and he'd kept tabs on the young Vampire - well, young compared to himself - over the years. Azriel was quite intriguing.

"She's a pretty one, isn't she?" Kiser spoke in a low voice, his gaze seeming to skin every inch of the young albino girl who was practically sitting on his lap. She was perfect, and he'd think she was an Angel or a Faerie if he hadn't known better. She couldn't have been the former, of course, because he would've sensed his own kind, and she wasn't Fey because even Azriel could not have resisted the lure of Fey blood, however law-abiding he might be. Not that draining a Fey of its life force was against the law. In fact, it was encouraged.

The girl seemed afraid, but Kiser barely noticed that. He was drawn to her full breasts and her hips that narrowed to a small waist, and her flawlessly smooth legs that seemed to stretch on forever. Her hair - the colour of the purest snow - cascaded down the length of her, curling as it fell precisely to her hips. Her nose was upturned, straight, her lips crimson and inviting. She had the deepest cupid's bow he'd seen in his life, and that was saying much. The woman had a small, pointed chin and ivory skin void of a single blemish. But most of all were her starling, large eyes, so light they seemed an inhuman silver. Like broken glass.

Despite reason, Kiser found himself entranced.

"SAVE ME!" Freya - still a bunny - yelled, shattering the Lion-Angel's trance.

"Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood," he said as a gentleman would, opening the door and breaking the lock with a mere tug. He bowed, taking the albino beauty's hand and kissing the back of it before she snatched it away. He smirked at her reaction, straightening himself.

"Your assistance has been requested," she told Azriel, although his eyes remained glued on the pale girl's delicate form. He'd almost forgot, what he'd come here for. "Are your acquainted with any Fey, young one?" he asked the 947 year old Vampire. The Grill came to mind, it was a bar and grill not far from Hotel Pennsylvania where there was an entrance and exit to and from IPAF. Most IPAF agents hung out there at one point or another. In the day, ordinary patrons ate amongst the IPAF members, at night, it was a strict IPAF-and-friends-only hang out. They would go there.

"Will you join us at The Grill for a drink?" he asked the girl that seemed so unreal, she might've been a ghost.

Perhaps she was.

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Faeries roamed free in the IPAF buildings. A man stared at Aerunia, stumbling backwards and quickly turning, running the other direction. He skidded to a stop beside an encased emergency alarm and crashed his fist beyond the glass surface.

No alarm sounded.

The man Orpheus had hypnotised considered disabling the alarms a part of his duty to ensure they entered safely, because the alarm system could read the presence of Faeries. He'd done too good of a job, indeed.

Left with no other choice, the man burst into the nearest room which just so happened to be the one Ravenna, Jenson and the Fey who'd escaped were in. The Italian operative glared at the man who'd interrupted them, her stern gaze only deepening as the man hastily explained what he'd witnessed: A Fey turning one of IPAF's operatives to melted candle wax.

"How tedious," she muttered, lifting a submachine gun from the wall it was pinned in iron to. She checked the cartridge filled with iron and frowned at the old Heckler and Koch UMP model. It was meant for a museum, she was quite sure, but it would do.

"Get Leau. Where the hell is she?" she asked Jenson. "And Anastasia. Kiser, too. Alistair. Zahn. Zahn's a decent shot." The only decent shot, Ravenna thought grumpily. Apart from myself.

"Come on, pretty boy," she taunted, training the submachine gun on the Faerie before her. "Shout for your friends, I'd love for their dichromatic blood to splatter all over you. Or maybe I'll drain them dry."

Ravenna bared her fangs.

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Alistair D. James


Anastasia didn't seem very pleased at Alistair's question. Sure, it wasn't obvious, but from the years of experience Alistair had, he saw the slight pursing of her lips, and the way her tone went up a little.

He brooded over Rorgen. Sure, maybe Rorgen wasn't exactly like Alistair - he swore a lot, and wasn't exactly the tidiest person Alistair had ever met, but he was one of the few Alistair enjoyed working with. He really, really didn't like this arrangement.

Alistair was pulled from his thoughts by Anastasia's voice. "Kiser! Alistair! Come here now!" Alistair loped gracefully to stand beside Anastasia, following her gaze to the rubble. He couldn't see anything.

And then he heard it. A thumping nose... what was down there? Apparently Anastasia wanted to know too, for she ordered, "If you heard that, find a way to get it up here, or me a way down there." Typical Anastasia, always assuming the answer was so easy.

Alistair looked around, trying to find a way down. He heard something shifting, and, anticipating Kiser's move, ducked before whatever it was Kiser had lobbed at him sailed over his head easily. Now, there was someone Alistair would gladly trade for Rorgen.

"OH MY FREAKING GOD!" Alistair winced as a girly voice pierced through the air. It hurt his ears, and was, unfortunately, a sound he was very familiar with. Not just the choice of words, but the voice - dear God in Heaven.

Blonde hair filled his vision, and before he knew it, Alistair had been tackled to the ground. He grunted as his back hit the hard ground, the impact further emphasised by the slight weight on him. "Freya, get off," he managed, sitting up. He was uncomfortably unaware of the fact that Freya was crying his name over and over. He cringed, wondering if Kiser would let him live it down.

Thankfully, Kiser rescued him by lifting the girl off him. A rather irritated Alistair dusted himself off and cleaned his glasses while Kiser dealt with the girl. He'd never really liked Freya - too loud for his liking.

Just as Alistair thought that maybe things would take a turn for the better, Freya squealed again. "OH MY GOD, CAR!" "Could you stop it with the 'oh my God's?" Alistair muttered under his breath.

Before Alistair could do anything, Anastasia had slammed Freya against the car, a gun pointing at her head. "Anastasia, there's really no need for that..." Alistair started, striding towards them, but he was ignored. Alistair made an annoyed face. He hated being thought inferior because he was the youngest member of their team. Considering the things he'd did for them, he was definitely counted as older... at least, older than that immature Jenson.

Freya caught Alistair's gaze, silently pleading for help, but he shrugged, telling her that he couldn't do anything about it. He listened to the interrogation, getting more and more interested. He smirked at Freya's offered information, knowing that Kiser was in trouble, though he didn't know why, exactly.

Without warning, Kiser transformed and ran away. Alistair watched him, knowing there would be other chances to get him. Right now, though, there was the issue of what IPAF was doing with the Fey. Alistair was disgusted - he had no idea the people he worked for actually did that kind of things.

Alistair was so angry, he almost didn't catch Anastasia's next command. "Alistair, take this woman back to headquarters and lock her in an interrogation room. Do not let her out, give her some food and water. But nothing else. She is to see and speak to no one. She will stay in that room with you outside the door until I get back. Disregard these orders and you will end up like that ID card." Alistair glanced around for the aforementioned ID card, though he didn't see it. No matter, he wouldn't dream of defying Anastasia. Unless, of course, she was in on the Fey dissecting, but Alistair was sure she wasn't.

"I think Kiser left the keys in the car, take it." Alistair grinned. Driving Kiser's car - something he'd always wanted to do, but of course he was too nice to do it. But now he had an excuse.

He took firm hold of Freya's arm. Though his grip wasn't too tight, Freya winced, as though he'd just done something worse. Unfortunately, they were interrupted. "Anastasia Varias, may I have a word?" Alistair sighed. This day was never going to end.

A person - probably not human, by the looks of it - stepped towards Anastasia. Instinctively, Alistair's hand went to his pistol at his side, ready to shoot if needed. It went without saying that the bullets were silver, however they probably wouldn't work against this one. Too slender, too fast - Alistair would wager a hand that this was a vampire. Of course, he had stakes as well. Alistair James was a well-prepared man.

"Alistair, she called you? As IPAF Councilman Faust, I order you to stand down immediately." Alistair's eyebrows went up in disbelief. "You son of a - " he started angrily, starting towards Faust, dropping Freya's arm. Wrong decision. Faust immediately knocked Freya out, and turned on Anastasia.

As if on cue, Kiser appeared again. Alistair sighed - his head was spinning. What was going on here? This is what happens when you're a junior member. He resolved to go out with Elena after this was all over.

Kiser leapt into the air, and the most amazing thing happened - wings sprouted out his back. "Oh, God," Alistair muttered again, burying his face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs into his closed eyes. He was hallucinating, he was sure of it.

Elena J. D'Angelo


Elena stared down at herself, hardly believing her eyes. The jersey and shorts she'd put on were far too large for her, unfortunately. She was sure she looked tiny.

The boy managed to successfully distract her, however. His hand passed over his face, and Elena wondered what he was doing. His expression remained more or less the same, Elena thought. Wasn't that move from some movie many years ago, though? Elena couldn't remember. Something that involved a lion.

"Justin Maysharp, at your service." Elena nodded. She thought it was a nice name. "And what, may I ask, is your name?"

Taking his hand, Elena smiled gratefully. "Elena D'Angelo. Thanks for, uh, everything back there. I guess I owe you quite a bit, huh?" She ran a hand through her hair uneasily, not quite sure how to thank this person who had, most likely, saved her life.

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She was flying. Soaring high over the roads of some land she didn't recognize. There was a highway below her, and occasionally a car would slowly slide by beneath her. Zahn figured she wasn't in some land far far away, just in some state she'd never been in before. That's not what was important... she was flying! She gave a shrill cry, reveled in the way the wind blew through her feathers and made a lazy barrel because she could. Some erratic movement caught her eye far below, and she couldn't help herself. Driven by some hidden desire she folded her wings and plummeted silently towards the Earth at some insane speed, narrowly missing a branch as she bolted through the treeline. Her wings snapped open at the last second and she flapped once, lowering her talons and violently snatching a hare from the ground before arcing back out of the trees and settling into a soaring pattern to find a place to eat.

A place to eat her dinner...

BVVVVV... BVVVVVV.... Her chest was vibrating in an odd repeating pattern, and suddenly the hare twisted in her grip to gaze up at her, whipped out a tiny electric guitar and began to wail out a driving beat. It began to sing:

The nightingale in a golden cage
That's me locked inside reality's maze
Can't someone make my heavy heart light?
Come undone
Bring me back to life


Zahn woke up, blinking blearily into the harsh fluorescent lights of the infirmary. Her right hand was ice cold, and a glance reminded her that she'd wrapped it and put it under ice, though now the ice had melted and it was just submerged beneath cold water. She lifted it and flexed warmth back into it gingerly. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed that the bones had healed, and though her her fingers ached and were a sickly black color she could definitely move them.

A nightingale in a golden cage
That's me locked inside reality's maze
Can't someone make my heavy heart light?
It all starts with a lullaby


Her phone continued to sing at her. She pulled it out of her bra and sat up with zombie-like vigor to look at the screen. It was Archer.

"Ugh, what," she grunted after accepting the call.

"Morning to you too sunshine, did I interrupt your nap or something?" He asked.

"Actually..."

"Nevermind, can you pick me up? I have a thing... and your things, figured you might want to take them to the lab like you usually do so I hung on to the gear instead of taking it to the dead drop. But I have a thing... and you have a car, so you should come pick me up," he explained. She grunted at him.

"Sure. It'll be a few."

"I've been meaning to ask you... don't sharpshooters usually maintain their own equipment?"

"Usually, yes," she answered as she pushed herself to her feet. "But the powers that be decided to gift me with an entire team of people who's sole purpose is to maintain our equipment and invent new bullets for us to put into Fae. I'm sure they'd be dreadfully bored if I didn't visit them so often," she grinned a bit pulling her leather jacket off the bed and sliding it on. She flipped her hair out of the collar and let it tumble down her back as she rounded the corner and joined the general bustle in the hallway.

It was a short walk while she made small talk with Archer as she rounded another corner, hardly paying anyone mind... not that that wasn't normal, she did flash a warm smile at some of the men who passed which illicited some surprised glances. Zahn was still blissfully high from the painkillers the doc had given her on top of what she'd already taken... pleasantly glowing is how she might be described at the moment. And glow she did, right by Anastasia's office which was on the way to the underground garage, where she was stopped in her tracks by some guy blubbering about Fae loose in the facility.

"Get Leau. Where the hell is she?" a familiar voice asked from inside the door. "And Anastasia. Kiser, too. Alistair. Zahn. Zahn's a decent shot."

"The only decent shot," she chimed, poking her head in through the door. "Ravenna..." she acknowledged with an air of intrigue, the corners of her full lips twisting into a sly grin... she bit her lower lip and cleared her throat with a subtle note of embarrassment. She really must stop wandering the facility corridors while high. "Leau left with the director and Alistair to investigate the... ah... remains of lab 86B and last I saw Kiser was in the holding area with..." she paused, looking at the fae that was strapped to the chair underneath Ravenna. "Him, with his face punched in," she finished, holding up her blackened hand. She ran her fingers through her hair with a sigh.

"I'll get Mary..." she nodded to Ravenna, then pressed the phone back to her ear. "You may want to take the bus, Archer. I have a thing..."

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Zahn caught movement out of the corner of her eye, causing her head to snap down the hallway just as a silver haired vampire pushed someone to the ground nearly at her feet. The girl called out to the Fae in the office, calling out for her father, tugging on her heartstrings firmly. The vampire pressed his weapon to the back of the girl's head... the happy glow surrounding Zahn was suddenly gone and a molten fire burned in her amber eyes. She felt adrenalin surge through her body, slowing time to a near halt... she'd dealt with vampires before. They were tricky because of their incredible speed, especially in close combat.

Step one: surprise and disarm. Zahn did two things at once: being naturally ambidextrous was a boon for this sort of thing. She dropped to a knee, whipping a knife out of her boot and in a single fluid motion she flicked it. While the blade was in the air, she reached behind her back and pulled a tomahawk from a hidden sheath in the lining of her coat. Zahn lunged forward as her knife drove into the vampire's hand and he released his grip on the gun reflexively. It fell but a fraction of an inch before it was hooked on Zahn's tomahawk and flipped into the office towards Ravenna, whom she assumed would see it: Zahn was currently too occupied to warn her.

Step two: Immobilize. Zahn crushed her heel into the vampire's knee while he was still reeling, driving her heel to the floor and being careful not to land on the girl. She snatched her combat knife out of his hand as he went down, and as her momentum carried her forward, she smashed her other boot straight into his groin. Zahn hooked her tomahawk on his neck as they went down, and she drove both her knees into his gut as they landed, her on top of him with the tomahawk at his throat and the tip of her knife pressed firmly at his heart. She exhaled sharply, her face inches from his, and her obsidian hair tumbling into a pool around them. For a long second she was silent as she pulled herself out of pure reaction mode and forced herself not to kill him on the spot... that was step three after all.

"Standard operating procedure dictates that we capture and interrogate all intruders if possible. That means we need her alive," she huffed. "There's supposed to be more than one. Alert security and go fucking capture the other one," she ordered with no small amount of venom before letting him up.

Zahn whipped out a handful of heavy duty zip-ties and bound Aerunia's hands and feet (comfortably) while the vampire crawled away, and then dragged the girl into the office, planting her in front of the Fae. Her molten amber eyes locked gazes with his as she pushed Leau and Ravenna aside and reached into one of her cargo pockets and produced a spare magazine from her Windrunner. She plucked the top bullet out and tossed the rest to the side, holding it up for him to see.

"I assume that by now you probably recognize one of these, but this one is special," she addressed to Praxis. "This is a .50 caliber tungsten hollowpoint," she explained. "It has a hollow core, and the point is tipped with magnesium. The hollow core creates a negative pressure zone inside the bullet as it flies, so that when it's deformed the bullet head will turn inside-out instead of crumpling. Magnesium burns at about fifty-six hundred degrees, which is enough to turn your bones into ash, not to mention that it's highly reactive while burning and will explode when exposed to water. So that we're on the same page, I can kill you with one of these from just about anywhere inside a mile and a half, and you won't just be dead: one of these will literally blow your body into pieces," Zahn told him, pausing for a long moment to let those words sink in.

"I saved that girl because she called out to you as a parent, and maybe you can help us end all this... but I want to be clear, that if you deceive us I will be given orders. Orders to put one of these in that little girl while you're watching, and then orders to put a second one in you. I'll do it, and I will sleep soundly it makes no difference to me. So before you tell us that you can help, and that killing this king of yours will end all this I want you to be absolutely sure that you want to help. Think about that while I round up the rest of your rescue party. You should tell them not to resist if you can do that sort of thing, they're less likely to be injured if they don't resist."

"This should help you focus your thoughts: it's addressed to you," she said as she dropped it in his lap and moved past him. At the very edge of the casing around the bullet in very small letters was engraved "To whom it may concern..."

Zahn pressed her hand to a hidden panel inside the bathroom, which turned into a keypad. She punched in her personal security code, and the computer chimed happily as a section of the wall flipped around and a large container shunked out of a vacuum tube. She hefted it down and opened it, pulling out a red and black, tiger-striped P90 with "Mary" painted in white along the slide, five spare magazines, which she slid into her cargo pockets, and an earpiece, which she immediately turned on.

"Security, the facility is breached, initiate lockdown and containment procedures. Any suspicious personnel, authorized or not, is to be captured and brought to the holding area for questioning. This is Iceheart: clearance Navajo six, nickel-three-four. Get the director on the line," she ordered as she slammed the first magazine home and cycled the bolt with practiced ease, then threw a second headset to Ravenna and giving her the hand signal to follow her as she stomped towards the door with a purpose.

*The director's channel is not responding, ma'am.*

"Connect me to St. Michael, encrypted channel," she ordered sternly as she stopped at the door. There was a long silence over the line, and nothing but a *click* signified that anything had happened at all. There was no answer, no sound of breathing, no sign whatsoever that anyone was on the other line. "Facility breach, containment in progress, one captive, unknown numbers. Please advise." There was a long silence on the line, Zahn was about to move on without an answer.

*You have operational control, proceed as you see fit.* A computer altered voice answered, shattering the silence once, and was then gone.

"Jenson, Ravenna with me. Leau, stay and interrogate our guests. If they offer anything useful contact us on channel four," she ordered, and then stomped out into the hall. She only made it a few steps before she slumped against the wall, seeming to lose her balance. She giggled uncontrollably for a few moments before she pushed herself back up to her feet, clearing her throat with embarrassment.

"I'm fine," she answered before the question was asked. "Doc gave me some good shit... I'm just a little high," she explained, with a bit of that happy glow returning.

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Everything seemed to be flying at her. Ravenna's face showed no reaction, save for a slight narrowing of her eyes as she dodged guns, knives and oh, there went a chair, with ease. She was, after all, a Vampire, and one of the older thousand year old ones, at that. IPAF was close to a part time job to kill time and relieve her boredom, honestly. Still, she wished the Fey would, she didn't know, breathe fire and summon Demons, anything.

She narrowed her eyes at the silver-haired Vampire, expecting him to stop and bow at the sight of her. She had to admit, she was rather surprised when he didn't. Vampires were a little old fashioned in that they were a monarchy, of sorts, she happened to be... Ugh, she didn't even like to think of the title. What dignified thousand year old immortal would want to be thought of as the Princess of Vampires? She would've preferred something more sophisticated, like... No, Twilight had butchered the word 'Vampire' years ago.

Everyone - especially Zahn - was darting around, acting in a rush. Time ran differently for Vampires; Ravenna saw no urgency but, eh.

"Jenson, Ravenna, with me," Zahn ordered. Ravenna cocked a brow but said nothing, deciding to follow Zahn in order to observe how she handled things. Perhaps the Shapeshifter needed a promotion. When they were out in the hall, Zahn began to laugh hysterically and quite uncharacteristically, slumping down the wall and standing once again. Ravenna didn't blind as Zahn explained herself. It didn't matter to her whether the girl was on heroin or crack as long as she got the job done. Vaguely, she noticed she was not blinking because Vampires didn't need to blink. Most of the time she tried to, though, if just to ease people's fear and gain their trust when needed. She was sure Zahn didn't mind her unblinking aqua stare. Besides, she didn't need Zahn to trust her.

"When your superiors hear of this," Ravenna began, watching the Shifter. "They will confiscate the Faeries. The IPAF council and the district leaders - although, I do not believe this applies for Anastasia Varias - aren't quite trying to save the Earth. My brother and I are not quite sure of what they want, but what they care about certainly isn't the wellbeing of the world or the eradication of Faeries." Ravenna said this without blinking, as if she might if she were speaking of the weather. Zahn had earned her respect and, well, she did as she wished, not as the IPAF council wished. Unlike her brother, she'd not been sworn to secrecy. No one knew Ravenna knew, they were idiots and it was no fault of Ravenna's if they thought they could lie to a Vampire of her calibre.

"Don't you ever wonder why they keep all the Fey you capture? They say it's to see how best to kill them and use their powers for weapons, but we already know what kills them and it's not like they're that difficult to kill. Don't you ever wonder why we Vampires haven't drunk them all dry?" she asked, taking apart the submachine gun and putting it back together absently. She'd done it enough times that she didn't need an ounce of concentration for it. Having an infinite amount to time tended to do that to you. All Vampires tended to have one obsession and hers was weaponry, she'd mastered most, if not all, over the years.

"We can sniff them from a mile away," Ravenna explained.

"Lockdown has been terminated. Doors, opening," a mechanic voice said. Ravenna raised a brow as all the doors began sliding wide open, including the ones shielding the elevators.

"Computer malfunction?" she asked.

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"I believe the phrase you are searching for is: O. M. G," Orpheus offered as he appeared, seemingly from nowhere, in front of the three Faeries. "Earthlings are quite curious, do you not agree? Ooo, Ferrero Rochers," he said, taking a chocolate from the desk he was sitting on. "Lovely food they have," he said, unwrapping the chocolate and popping it in his mouth.

He wore no glamour, having the world-famous human facade he had. Instead, his pale blonde hair brushed past his armour-clad collarbones, each strand smooth and flawless as if they feared their master and therefor acted perfect in his presence. He lifted his emerald green eyes and touched each Fey with his gaze, lingering briefly on his Aer-bear. A garland of a rare Fey metal with an even rarer gem sat on his head, tucked behind his pierced and pointed ears. His glove and armour-clad fingers dipped down for another Ferrero Rocher.

"Funny story," he began. "I charmed," Hypnotised. "The receptionist and signed my name on her breast, as requested. The Earthlings responsible for the defence systems were a little harder to seduce," he said. "Very well defended minds, if I might say," he said, smiling at his clever use of human puns. "How have you been? It's been quite sometime, hasn't it? Oh, by the way, our Rae of Light is alive and most likely unwell," he said, sliding his gaze over to Praxis.

"You're as much of a stick in the mud as you ever were, I observe," he said. "And what happened to you?" he asked with a curious tilt of his head. Leau, he believed her name was. He briefly noted that she was unlikely to live much longer, he wondered where he would put her. Hell? Heaven? For himself? She didn't seem useful enough for the last.

"My loveliest Aerunia," he purred, smiling and hopping off the desk to stride over to his favourite Faerie - beside the Queen, of course. She was as dainty and fragile-looking as she ever was, but of course, appearances did not reflect inner realities. "You look quite ruffled," he said, curling a lock of her hair around his long fingers. He tilted his lips into a gentle smile, making him appear even more perfect than he already was. "Cute," he said, looking from her to Praxis. "Saving your one of a kind father, I see," he said. "He is... Well-endowed." Orpheus laughed at the sexual innuendo, stepping back - he was tall - and running his fingers over the iron desk and walls.

"I believe the Earthling word for this is 'Overkill.'"