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Triton M. Jones

"I Don't Mean To Sound Bitter, Cold, Or Cruel, But I Am, So That's How It Comes Out." ~Bill Hicks

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a character in “Legends of Haven”, as played by BenjimynFrankielyyn

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N A M E: Triton Mel Jones| P O W E R: Soundwaves
A G E: 24
G E N D E R: Male | S E X U A L I T Y: Heterosexual
H E X:#023a25


"Music Is The Movement Of Sound To Reach The Soul For The Education Of Its Virtue."
~Plato

Riot by Three Days Grace Never Gonna Stop by Rob Zombie The Vengeful one by Disturbed


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B A S I C S

"Death Is The Sound Of Distant Thunder At A Picnic."
~W.H. Auden

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[Nicknames]
Tri
Mel
Jones
Screech or Sonic

[Sexuality]
Heterosexual
{Someone only attracted to
the opposite sex in a sexual and romantic way.}

[Romantic Interest]
Has a couple of small crushes on his team mates Cora and Charlotte.
Dont tell them this, he is 90% both would tease him for it.

[Nationality]
45% German
35% Irish
20% Unknown



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P O W E R

"Sound Is The Vocabulary Of Nature."
~Pierre Schaeffer

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Triton can create, shape and manipulate sound. He can mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound, using it as a powerful physical force and high-speed movement. The easiest and most useful way for him to use his power is to scream or yell as he thinks about what he wants it to do but at great risk of exhausting himself far quicker, he can use the almost nonexistent sound that comes from a body moving there air to create a weapon of his choosing. (If he was throwing a punish he could amplify the sound in such away it would feel like the other person just got hit by a car).

Though there is no such thing as true silence, so he is never without something he can use his power on, the quieter the sound is the more power or energy it uses to amplify just like the louder a noise it the harder it is for him to quite it. At low frequencies, sound is potentially fatal to living beings by causing internal damage but Triton can't risk harming anyone like this because though he is controlling the sound on some degree he isnt protected against it and in essence could kill himself by trying to use his power in this way.

While high frequencies cannot be heard by normal humans he can use his powers to use the high frequencies in a sonar-ish way. Allowing him to navigate well in the dark. Since sound vibrations can travel through the air, ground, water and most forms of medium, defense by using physical barriers against him is difficult because the vibrations affect at a molecular level, though he could use his powers in this way it is difficult because using his power uses alot of energy.


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A P P E R A N C E

"The Sound Of A Kiss Is Not So Loud As That Of A Canon, But Its Echo Lasts A Great Deal Longer"
~Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

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Triton is a wiry young man, tall and lanky with just enough muscle tone to keep him from looking like a walking stick. With a thick head of rich mocha brown hair with just a little bit of a copper shine and his eyes that range from a pretty pale moss green to a stormy gray depending on his moods he is an attractive man especially matched with his slightly dorky yet charming smile, the way that he bits his lips when embarrassed, and his need to wear glasses when reading or in dim lighting.

He was often picked on when he was younger because his ears appeared to big for his head matched with the fact that he had a hearing impairment, then there was the fact that when puberty started his arms grew before his legs which caused him to look like he was part monkey or at least thats what the kids said. Luckily that part didnt last long and he grew pretty quickly into his looks but years of being made fun of makes him a bit lacking in confidence when it comes to talking to or trying to flirt with women.


[Style]
Triton's style ranges from being neat and orderly to 'who let him dress himself?'. He is more of the grab and go kinda guy, most of the time it somehow manages to match and look good on him but there are times when he doesnt match, it doesnt fit him right, and yet it still looks good on him. Though he is the 'grab and go' type of guy when it comes to his clothes he is pretty picky about his accessories. Making sure his watch matches his shoes and beanie, which just gives an idea of how good he can look when he is trying.

His closet is filled with designer jeans and t-shirts along with some custom slacks and vests for special occasions. His shoes range from simple Vans to expensive Italian leather, he really is an odd guy when it comes to his style because he buys and wears whatever catches his eye.

Triton's Style

[Height and Weight]
6'4Ft and 145Lbs

[Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars]
Several tattoos, mostly just quotes and names of people he cared about. All small and located on his ribs, surrounding the quotes and names is a stunning black and white of a large field with a single tree.

[Piercings]
N/A

[Scent]
He doesn't like cologne or body sprays so he just smells like a mixture of his soap and his natural musky almost piney scent.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y

"The Sound Of Laughter Is Like The Vaulted Dome Of A Temple Of Happiness."
~Milan Kundera

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❃Persuasive ❃Charming ❃Controlling ❃Intelligent
❃Distrustful ❃Loyal ❃Moral

Triton is seemingly a good person and if not for his history he probably would have been a great guy but his past has lead him down a different path. Though loyal to a fault it takes him an extremely long time to trust someone, seeing everyone as his enemy. Once he cares for someone though they get to see the controlling but charming side of him. Its not that Triton wants to control every aspect of their life, he just wants to be able to know that he did everything that he could to keep them safe in case something happens to them.

Now, a great part of his personality is the fact that Triton is persuasive and oddly moral. He can talk almost anyone around to his way of thinking, and if if he cant he can at least get them to consed that he has some good points. He has lines he wont cross when it comes to children. He will never harm a child or put them in danger, it might upset his fellow Mercs but it is a hard line in the sand and if pushed he would turn on his team mates to save even just one kid.

Triton is pretty well rounded and it would have been very easy for him to be a good guy or for him to become a good guy given the right motivation but as of right now he is set on the destruction of a city because of what they took from him. He is very angry and adding that to the fact that he is motivated it means he is a deadly force to mess with. He has a list of names that need to be crossed off, only then can he potentially find peace.


[Likes and Dislikes]

βœ”Nights with a full moon βœ”Warm breezy days
βœ”His sisters laughter βœ”Hot mint tea βœ”Interesting Stories
βœ”That strange taste that fills the air after a good rain
βœ”Comfortable clothing

✘Seeing others in pain ✘The nightmares he still has
✘Everything about coffee, from the taste to the smell
✘Cold winter nights ✘Anyone who is abusive in anyway
✘Suits ✘Romance movies

[Strengths and Weaknesses]

βœ”Triton is rather graceful for a guy his size, He considers being graceful a strength because it has saved him the past, whether it was when he went to the school dance and didnt step on his dates toes or the fact that it has helped him with his boxing. Being lanky, agile, and naturally graceful has its perks.

✘Triton is a workaholic. Its very rare for him to take a day off even when sick and its even rarer for him to get off on time because he likes to finish what he is doing first.

[Fear]

Claustrophobia: Fear of small spaces, most of his friends know of his mothers mental health issues and know that when it got really bad instead of just beating him she would lock him in a dark chest.


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H I S T O R Y

"I Don't Mean To Sound Bitter, Cold, Or Cruel, But I Am, So That's How It Comes Out."
~Bill Hicks

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Triton's story is pretty average but for a few dark twists. He and his twin sister were born to Melton and Mary-Beth Jones on a late Winter evening. The Jones family had totaled five before the twins birth and went up to seven after. Now the Jones's were a poor family and Melton was often away from the small home in Money, NC trying to make more money to substance his rather large family. Though Melton was a hard working and loving man, Mary Beth was a cold and very sick women. Clinically depressed and Bi polar which was only aggravated by her heavy drinking.

When Triton and his twin Maybella were three they were diagnosed with a rare degenerative disease that would leave them permanently deaf by the time they entered their teens. The already financially burdened family just became even more so as the treatments that would prolong the pairs hearing were costly. It was about this time that Melton got an offer from his boss. Go halfway around the world and help set up the building there for five years and be able to come home as the Vice president to the North Carolina branch. Seeing as he had been stuck as a travel representative to the firm for the past eight years it was an offer he couldnt pass up. Not when his family needed every penny they could get.

Of course it was decided that the rest of the family would stay in their home, not only would it keep the older kids at their schools but it would help them save money in the long run. The prospect of a better life helped Mary-Beth sober up for awhile but then Maybella got sick which left her permanently deaf sooner rather then later, then the oldest son Thomas was hit by a drunk driver while riding his bike. Things spiraled out of control and Melton couldnt return home to help. Mary Beth started drinking again, heavier then before and Triton was the most common victim when she lashed out.

It wouldnt have been so bad had it not been for the fact that Melton had to stay an extra three years, meaning there was no one to control the abuse. The worst experience was when his mother locked him and Maybella in a chest for two days straight. At the age of seven he was already dealing with not only being bullied at school and the abuse at home but with the fact that his hearing would go in and out. Melton finally returned when Triton was eleven and things got better ffor a time. Money wasnt as tight and they were able to move into a bigger home, Mary Beth was in treatment for her addiction. Things seemed to be getting better. Until that is Melton decided to take the twins to a specialist in Herald. It was a five hour long plane ride away but when they made it the Twins felt like the luckiest kids in the world.

At the Doctors office Maybella started acting weird, twitchy and panicky, it was only once Triton got her away from their father that she told him that she saw a sign that listed the signs and symptoms of a Meta human and to report to the authorities if you have suspicions. Triton didnt understand her worry because she didnt have powers and apparently having powers was a one in a billion chance so he laughed off her fears. That was until the Doctor went to test Maybella's blood and she started screaming. Screaming so loud it melted the needle, screamed so loud that she started bleeding from her eyes, screaming so loud that Triton, Melton and the Doctor passed out.

When he came too Triton was alone in a strange room and he could barely hear voices through the door, getting close to it he could hear his father yelling about how they have no right to take his daughter and someone else yelling back at him that it was for the safety of everyone else. It took him years to realise what had happened, years to understand that she was born with powers. It was about the time that Triton was understanding what happened to his twin when he went through puberty and his own power awoken. It was also about this time that he found an opened envelope with his parents names on it that he happened to look at, it was a letter from the MMAPR other wise known as the Meta human Mutant Alien and Powered Research station in Herald. It explained that during a 'perfectly safe' research experiment, Maybella had 'somehow' been harmed and killed.

This devastated Triton because he felt that he should have known his twin hadnt died like he had been told, he felt he should have known that she was still alive and being experimented on. It was at this point that he started plotting his revenge. When his father died Triton was only fifteen and still had yet to master his powers so when his mother started drinking again and started hitting him, his power surged with his fear, anger and grief and lashed out at her when he yelled for her to stop. Stop she did, because she was thrown away from him. She hit her head on the table and didnt get up. Between the surplus of empty wine bottles and the alcohol level in her blood her death was ruled an accident but Triton knew different.

He was placed in foster care, and through the next three years he carefully practiced his power while he studied the now crinkled and torn letter explaining his sisters death. With only a little research he had come up with all the names of the scientists involved with the MMAPR. He had names, he had power, he would have his revenge. When the Meta human attacked Herald forcing them to think differently about those with powers and the name change, Triton was happy because they just made it even easier for him to get his revenge.

Truthfully, with his history its surprising that Triton isnt already a serial killer.

So begins...

Triton M. Jones's Story

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Outfit ❃ #62060F ❃ T I M E: 5-8am ❃ Heavy by Linkin Park ft Kiiara

As the morning light filled the comfortable sized room, it lit the small figure doing yoga in the middle of it. The dainty hands firmly planted on the peacock green and sunflower yellow patterned rug in the middle of the room. Rich dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, a small grown left a full mouth before the girl released her pose and flopped on to the rug and rolled on to her back while releasing a deep breath. Pulling herself into a sitting position Hazel scowled, she had obviously over worked herself the night before in the training room but two years worth of training had yet to get rid of the few extra pounds she carried and if she admitted it to herself, it still hadnt made her good enough to not need Kli's guidance in a fight.

Standing at her full, but still small, height she walked on silent feet to her bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. Only once she had washed off the sweat from her morning warm up and soothed her sore muscles did she get dressed in a simple red lace dress and a tan and light blue blazer. Matching it with simple accessories and pinning her hair into an easy updo, she considered herself ready, delicately boned fingers rubbed the intricate scar on her chest. It was silver and almost invisible until she called on the power the artifact gave her, then it turned blood red. As her fingers grazed over it, the scar warmed slightly and Hazel got a sense that Kli was saying good morning. Communicating with the gem in her chest was difficult to explain, it didnt have a voice per-say, it was more of just knowing. She just knew what it was trying to tell her like at this moment.

Once Hazel had coated herself with a light layer of one of her favorite perfumes she padded on her light blue heels into the dark teal and russet orange living room, the dark brown hard wood uncovered and in such every time her heels made contact a small click could be heard. A cup of coffee to go, she walked quickly to the elevator not far from her apartment and rode it all the way to the ground floor, she couldnt be late today. It was, after all, the day the Gems from the Temple of Death were opened to the public to see. Hazel smiled at the thought of the well made copies of the gems she had made going on display, they were being called one of the greatest discovers of the century and no one even knew that they werent the real deal.

Checking her phone right before she clocked in, she saw she had a text from Rodger. It was a group text to all of the League;

From:Rodger K.
To:Team

Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Turning off her phone without replying, Hazel sighed today just got a whole lot longer. She would literally get off work, go home, get ready for the party, go to the meeting, then go to the party..Alone. Kiss the asses of all the big wigs that had donated money to the museum and talk about finding the Gems and the underground, hidden temple that they had once resided in which was never a good experience for her.



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Outfit ❃ #023a25 ❃ T I M E: 4-7AM ❃ How Did You Love by Shinedown

In the world of a dark haired boy sitting atop of a rundown building in the slums of Haven, the morning was silent. He's normally cold eyes were tired and his knuckles were bruised, as if he had spent hours hitting a rock hard surface. A vibration in his pocket made him pull out his phone and the name on the screen read Marybelle, which brought a glimmer of light to his eyes and a small smile to his lips. Focusing on his ears, Triton was able to hear and answered the phone call. "Hey Mary, how are you and the kids doing?" he answered, listening intently for the normal ruckus that went on in the background. "Don't 'hey Mary' me Tri, you promised that you would call every other day when you were in Haven. You know I worry about you being there...Sense May." an upset female voice responded and the small smile turned into a full on grin. "Hey know, im no longer a little kid Mary you dont have to go all big sister on me. Now, please tell me how my niece and nephew are. How are you and the twins you carry?" he laughed, it was a rusty sound and obviously not used often but he had managed to distract his sister from chewing him out.

It wasnt a long phone call because the kids woke up and Mary had to go, Triton put away his phone and watched the sun come up before climbing down the side of the building to enter it through his window. Malcolm had dumped the ragtag group in this poor excuse of a building with eight black cards and orders to make it livable and fortified, they had to do all the work themselves and Triton had done the most sense he had worked as a construction worker sense he turned eighteen. His room was one large living space, his bed hidden behind a wall of bricks. It was industrial, rough, but clean and his.

After a quick shower Triton got dressed and put in his ear piece, he had a name on his list to stalk. As he was getting ready to leave his apartment a thought ran across his mind about Cora, deciding to go see if she wished to come with he walked quietly. His booted feet barely making a sound on the concrete floors, When he got to Cora's door he paced back and fourth a few times but he didnt want to disturb the team member across the hall from her so he finally tuned his power to Cora's room to see if she was awake not that it would stop him from knocking and waking her if she wasnt, he would ask no matter what.

Finally deciding just to go for it, Triton knocked or more like banged, on her door. A voice clicked through the ear piece right afterward "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me." a slightly sinister smile curved his lips upon hearing Evonna's voice and he waved to the camera at the end of the hall before turning back to Cora's door.



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Almost black hair was pulled into a messy braid and glasses were posed dangerously close to the edge of the slightly down turned nose, the red crop top was rather high necked, showing only her collar bones but maybe to much over her toned stomach. Having woken several hours earlier so to nightmares Evonna was now working away at a 'powered' database in the hopes of finding more potential members of the Mercs, bare feet were pulled into the over stuffed office chair and hidden by the black and floral maxi skirt she wore. Furrowing her brow in slight distress her fingers flew across the key board in such rapid movements before the page she was on closed, whoever the site had notified about her attempt at hacking it, was good. Not as good at her of course because she had noticed their feeble attempt at hacking into her system to find her location but good enough that she had to sever her ties to the database to keep them from locating her.

Spining the chair she was able to see the full of the War Room, in the very center was her private little domain. It was were she did her thing and were her team mates could come to learn the information she had dug up on targets, plated with specially designed glass as to not be damaged by their powers. The rest of the room was their training area, again specially plated with a substance almost impervious to their powers. Deciding to spend some time messing around in the building security, she clicked through the cameras and saw that Triton was awake and wearing his ear piece. Evonna then heard him knock on Cora's door, scowling at the screen she touched her own ear piece so she could speak to him "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me."

His only response was a scary smile and wave, growling she clicked out of the security system. No need to be in a bad mood this early, needing coffee or tea she decided to go back to her room. Maybe after a cup or two she would try that system again, stretching she started to walk away when her computer dinged. It was a message from Malcolm.

From:Malcolm
To:Team

Coming by tonight with temporary power booster.
Will explain why it is temporary then.
Need the team to be there at 7pm,
got contacted for a last minute job. No time to prep,
details at meeting. Spread the word.


Rolling her shoulders Evonna didnt bother to reply, she knew the system Malcolm used wouldnt allow her to, after all she created it. After her cup of coffee and maybe some breakfast she would inform the others.

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Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen
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Outfit☠#630F3Fe☠TIME: 0500-0700☠Come Near Me ☣ Massive Attack
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Charlotte was still awake by the time the sun started peaking over the horizon. Not that Charlotte would know by seeing it herself. Every window in her room had light blocking curtains. The only lights to ever brighten her room would be artificial. But the scientific wall-mounted clock told her everything about the current weather. When the sun would rise, whether it was raining or sunny, the temperature, and even wind speeds. Now it was telling her it was just past 0500. The sun would be in full view within the hour and the painting she was working on was no closer to being finished than when she started on it eight hours ago.

Such is the curse of being an artist. Charlotte thought to herself. Satisfaction is a rarity. The girl stepped back and removed her headphones to observed her piece. The entire piece was done in charcoal almost entirely using quick and aggressive strokes of black, blue, and red. It was a Minotaur standing over several people. A man torn in two, was held in each of the beast's hands. The men and women in front of it cowering in fear before the mighty beast. Charlotte liked to think the victims were the "heroes" that protected Haven. The Minotaur represented the Mercs. At least that's the way Charlotte interpreted it. She wasn't a hundred percent sure. She normally painted whatever came to her. The meaning non-existent until she stepped back and tried to figure it out. It was like she wasn't herself when she made art. It was like she was possessed.

A buzzing noise coming from her bedroom deterred Charlotte from her thoughts. She walked to the other room and picked up her smartphone, checking her email.

Coming by tonight with temporary power booster.
Will explain why it is temporary then.
Need the team to be there at 7pm,
got contacted for a last minute job. No time to prep,
details at meeting. Spread the word.


Temporary? Wasn't it supposed to be a more permanent solution? Charlotte supposed it was still an improvement from having none. Then there was something about a last minute job? Charlotte was surprised at this but seeing as she didn't have anything else planned it was acceptable. Before she could think anymore into the message she heard a knocking on a door outside of hers. It wasn't her door and it wouldn't make sense for the Cora, who lived across from Charlotte, to knock on her own door. So that meant someone else was up at a ridiculous hour making noise.

If Charlotte was into her work then the slight interruption would have made her furious. It was the reason why she normally wore headphones while she worked. Or had her stereo volume up very loud. But that particular solution normally irritated the others. Not that Charlotte cared but the thought of them coming down and telling her to adjust the music volume was annoying and would likely also set her off.

Charlotte walked up to her door and looked out the peephole. She saw Triton standing outside of Cora's door. Charlotte cracked open her door a little and said something to get Triton's attention.

"Hey!" Everyone knew Triton was apparently deaf but his super hearing seemed to override that setback. So Charlotte always addressed him like she would anyone else. "Do you know what time it is? What the hell are you doing down here besides causing a ruckus with that loud banging?"

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Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison
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She managed to get dressed rather quickly, her wardrobe was limited a the tower. The Mercs had little money, and whatever they came across splurge wise was stolen. With a small flick of her hand her large windows cracked open letting out a cool morning breeze into the room. Cora closed her eyes and inhaled a large breath of the air, this was always her favorite part of the day, the quiet morning that she spent alone. With a twirl of her fingers the breeze wrapped around her hair, and weaved in and out until her hair fell down to her shoulders warm and dry. It was a trick she had learned a couple months before she had joined the Mercs and it came in handy.

As she went to grab for the phone on her bed, a horrendous knocking made her heart skip. After a couple seconds she huffed a breath of annoyance and crossed over to the door flinging it open, giving the bitchiest stare to the culprit of the loud knocking. She wasn't surprised to see Triton with his lazy smile and hand raised in the air, mid-knock. She rolled her eyes and leaned against the doorframe crossing her arms. "Do you have to knock so damn loud?" She said trying to maintain her pissed off façade but she couldn't help the hint of smile that crossed her face.

She noticed Charlotte had peeped her head out of her apartment across the hall, no doubt awoken by the obnoxious knocking. "Good morning Charlotte" She said curtly before turning her head back to Triton. "What do you need?" She raised an eyebrow in question.



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xxxxxxxxxxxxParker was sipping a rather uneventful cup of coffee that had way too much creamer in it. This morning had been a bit slower than others, and he allowed himself a little time to sleep in. He had managed to get ready and settled himself in the community kitchen, sitting at a barstool reading the paper. A couple petty crimes, but nothing of too much interest. There was a museum event going on tonight, but going out wasn't really his idea of fun. A clicking of heels caused him to take his eyes away from the paper to see Hazel pouring herself a cup of coffee, looking professional as always. He could sense her obvious distress and the time crunch that she was in from her tensed face, and rather aggressive coffee making. He only had time to let out a small, "Morning Hazel", before she was in the elevator and out the door. He let out a small sigh and turned back to the newspaper. The heroes of the League were always so tense and on-edge, he seemed rather grateful for his position.

He was surprised he hadn't seen more of the League, granted many of them still functioned like teenagers and didn't wake until late nine, but he normally saw a few of them flit through the kitchen and grab some food before retreating to train or go on one of Kalmack's many 'adventures'. A small ping drew him to his watch, which Eve fashioned for him when he arrived at the League. A message from none of than the man himself scrolled across the screen.

From: Kalmack
Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Parker couldn't help to wonder what the old man had to say, it obviously couldn't be good. He decided to send a quick message to his closest friends, and other part of the League's small operatives team.

To: Eve, Bren
Good morning, from your favorite person.
I made coffee if anyone wants it.

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