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Haruto Shimazaki

"This whole guardians thing is new to me, but I guess it will be quite a ride from now."

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a character in “New Guardians”, as played by Chrian Blaire

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Haruto Shimazaki

No matter how will the future turn out, I know this is the right path.

【 Yuki 】【 Haru, Shima 】
【 20 】【 Male 】【 Homosexual 】
【 Tokyo, Japan 】【 Teppei Koike 】【 #16ACC7

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A P P E A R A N C E


H e i g h t // 5'9''

W e i g h t // 156 lbs

E y e_ C o l o r // Black

H a i r_ C o l o r // Black as normally, white as Yuki.

D e s c r i p t i o n // Looking at Haruto, one could hardly believe that he is already in his twenties. Aside from having a face that many almost everyone would regard as either 'cute' or ' baby', his complexion is also flawlessly smooth and fair. Standing at a rather average height in comparison with his Western friends, Haruto is quite slender, but his overall build is quite well-toned thanks to his usual practice of martial arts. His usual choices of wardrobes varies everyday, as he considered himself to be a fashionista at heart. Sometimes subtle and relaxed with only simple pieces of clothing, sometimes eye-catching with various mixes of strong colors when he feels like showing off. However, one item that can always be spotted on Haruto is a blue necklace that enables him to use his power which he never takes off, for obvious reasons. As Yuki, Haruto's attire when he goes to work is fairly simple. As he is capable of changing his hair color to white at will, he always did so when taking on his alter ego. He also wears a projectile durable blue hoodie with snowflakes decoration, a pair of blue skinny jeans, a pair of high-collared boots and finished with a pair of white glasses which act as a mask of sorts. One may question whether Haruto is merely cosplaying as Jack Frost but hey, there aren't any set rules as of how a hero should dress.




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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Gentle Kind Calm Brave Sensible
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Haruto is an ice manipulator, yet unlike ice - cold and unapproachable, he is described to be like the snow instead - tender, soothing and tranquil. True to this, people tend to found him to be the sweetest person they have ever came across. Always speaking with a soft tone of voice, never having raised his voice or losing his temper with anyone, a bright smile seemingly to be omnipresent on his face all the time. Such are the proofs as of how gentle Haruto can be. Haruto treats those around him with kindness and generosity. He is a selfless person who often worries about the welfare of others before that of his own and is always willing to help without desiring to be repaid bn any means.

Wherever he goes, Haruto often emits an aura of peace and calmness. He knows how to keep his thoughts collected and his head cool, especially during moments when things did not go well according to plans. This allows him to have a straight way of thinking and an eye for picking up details from the smallest of clues. Haruto also knows how to sooth the troubling hearts and minds of those who are in need, one way or another. He is also a very empathetic individual, as due to his fondness in taking care of others, he knows what is the best for the others and is available to lend an ear for anyone in need of a piece of advice.

It is because he is too 'soft', some people often think that being a Guardian just doesn't suit him. They are dead wrong though. Lies underneath the exterior, Haruto is a courageous person, who isn't afraid even if he was to throw himself into danger, evidenced by how he jumped saved those back in his old school from the fire breakout. He has an adventurous soul, and believes that life itself is a journey that will take him to places he never thought he never knew before. His heart of gold and bravery are exactly the reasons why Hyouga, his mentor, decided to take him on as his apprentice.




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L I K E S

B u b b l e_ T e a // A rather popular beverage among young people back in Japan, but now it's rather hard to find any shops that sell them around Anchorage though.

W i n t e r // Haruto just love the moment when the first snowflake falls in town. There is just something about winter that makes him felt really peaceful.

A d v e n t u r e s // Although he may not look like it, Haruto is rather excitable than usual whenever he is assigned with a mission.

M a n g a // It's not like that he doesn't like comics from the States, Haruto just prefers to stick to things that remind him of his home country.


D I S L I K E S

D r y n e s s // Dry weather makes his skin shriveled up and rendered his ability useless. What is to like about it?

S w e a t i n g // Simply put, it's gross.

H o r r o r_ M o v i e s // It's rather surprising how sensitive Haruto is with anything scary, so he'll simply stay away from them.

K i l l i n g // No matter the situations, it is simply the worst of acts to be done. Haruto's family taught him to value the weight of life, and he never forgot their words.


Q U I R K S

L a n g u a g e_ S w i t c h i n g // Haruto isn't really fluent with English just yet, as such, he sometimes rant in Japanese unknowingly.

S c r a t c h i n g // A way to find out if Haruto is trying to lie, as he usual scratches his face subconsciously whenever he does.


F E A R S

R a n i d a p h o b i a // Haruto's brothers once pulled a prank by putting frogs in his schoolbag when he was young and the trauma has been haunting him since then.

D i s a p p o i n t m e n t // Haruto knows how what expectations his mentor and family are always placing on him, and nothing hurts him more than having to face their disappointments.



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S T R E N G T H

O b s e r v a n t // Always paying great attention to all details, Haruto is capable of figuring out a problem from the smallest and most hidden of clues.

M a r t i a l_ A r t s // Haruto is well-trained in aikido, karate and taekwondo since he was young, so in situations when he cannot rely on his power, he is still a capable fighter.

P u z z l e s_ S o l v i n g // Given enough thoughts and concentration, finding solutions for tricky puzzles is quite easy for Haruto.

C o o k i n g // From Eastern to Western foods, Haruto is quite a hand in the kitchen. Another reason why Hyouga lets him stay at his luxurious penthouse.


W E A K N E S S E S

H o n e s t y // Haruto simply can never lie without being so obvious about it.

G u l l i b l e // Hyouga had given Haruto many smacks on the head for trusting what people say so easily. This is his biggest weakness, as with just some persuasion, he can be swayed to believe in the most absurd of things.

S e l f l e s s // Haruto cannot stand watching his comrades getting hurt. Sometimes he can act on impulses and take the hard blow for them, even if it's unnecessary.

H u n k s // Asides from Hyouga and a few friends, Haruto hasn't come out yet, but it can be quite plain that he clearly has the hots for hunky gals.



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H I S T O R Y

The Shimazaki family is known as the one of the most prominent elemental bender clans in Japan, tasked with the duty to monitor and oversee the activities of the supernaturals within their country. They are also known for their capabilities to utilize their art through magical necklaces, crafted by themselves, which transform their innate "raw energy" into their gifted element. And, Haruto was born as youngest, yet with the most potentials, member of the clan. His childhood went on peacefully just like any other boys around him, with his parents and the elders in his family hiding the fact that they are elemental benders from him. When Haruto reached 15, his inner power is deemed matured enough, and during a traditional coming of age ceremony of his family, he was revealed of their supernatural powers and was bestowed with his own magical necklace.

The sudden discovery of the true nature of his family really came to him as a surprise, but Haruto eventually came to accept the fact that he is unlike the so-called normal out there. His gifted element also manifested as ice, something that has not been seen within his family for very long. He was taught with the basis as of how to properly bend his element, and although he still has a long way to go, Haruto tries his best to hone his ability everyday, getting more and more addicted and better at it the more he uses. When he was 17, there was a huge fire breakout in the school where he studied, and Haruto put his ability to good use, making quick work of the fire before there were any serious casualties. Unknowingly to him, a relative of his, called Hyouga (meaning 'glacier' in Japanese) was watching him during his visit in Japan. He introduced himself as a member of The Wardens, and offered to take Haruto up as an assistant.

At first, he declined the offer, as he felt that it is his duty to take on the responsibility of his family instead of becoming a hero. But after much encouragement from his family, Haruto accepted the offer from Hyouga and move to Anchorage City in Alaska with him. After having lived, trained and worked with the Warden for two years, he was introduced by his mentor to become a part of the Wardens' new project, the New Guardian, as well as being given a scholarship to further his study at an Academy known as Ascot. From here, he knew that his life had turned to a whole new chapter.



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A B I L I T Y

Haruto's power is Cryokinesis, the ability to manipulate ice. Simply put, he is capable of controlling and creating ice from a nearby source of water or from thin air. Snow, icicles, hails, or any shape of frozen solid form of water, are all under his control. He can also lower the temperature within a certain area to an extent, as well as freezing any tangible objects of many shapes and sizes. A sub-power shared by Haruto's whole family is the capability to change their hair colors to the one that represents the element they can bend at will. In Haruto's case, white.

The downsides of his ability, however, is that it will become unusable if Haruto's necklace is taken from him or is destroyed. It doesn't guarantee him immunity to coldness, which means, he will also be affected if the temperatures he dropped become too low. In places where the temperature are too high, at about 42 degrees Celsius to above, Haruto will be greatly weakened.



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CS - Chrian Blaire
Inspiration - Scar-, bethelit, Verix
Player - Chrian Blaire

So begins...

Haruto Shimazaki's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Beatrice Barlow Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Haruto Shimazaki Character Portrait: Aldrel Kryzalki Character Portrait: Birdie McKnight Character Portrait: Wyatt Whitley Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: Gabriel 'Gabe' Ventura Character Portrait: Drew Anderson Character Portrait: Dorothy King Character Portrait: Lonna Le Fey Character Portrait: Selig Fuchs

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NEW GUARDIANS : ACT ONE

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Time: 9.03am, Monday 9th October, 2017


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The morning of Monday the 9th dawns bright and chilly, one of the colder days despite the time of year. Many might glance at the sky with a disgruntled frown, asking why the weather gods had decided to bring a winter breeze a month early. It could have been worse though, for it was only the wind that stirred leaves and sent the odd chill down pedestrians' backs. When out of the wind and in the sun, the weather seemed warmer, closer to the summer passed than the winter to come.

The city itself seems quiet, more peaceful than an large, thriving metropolis has a right to be. Yet, anyone knows that beneath that tranquil peace is sure to be the rumblings of crime, a common undercurrent found in any big city. Well, perhaps New York's crime stats were a bit lower than your average city. It did lay claim to a few prominent members of The Wardens, and was the secret home to The Warden's newest venture: The New Guardians, a group of younger heroes being trained to save the world.

A year has passed since the group was first formed, and since then their number has doubled as new recruits have been invited to join by the veteran Wardens. Within the last month, almost every member of the young heroes' group has received a scholarship (or invitation for those wealthy enough not to worry about money) to attend the prestigious Ascot Academy, a private school offering high school courses as well as college classes.

For those in the high school, a mandatory uniform sees all the students wearing a sea of white and navy. Thankfully, the university students are free to wear what they wish, provided it isn't too ostentatious. As the new day begins, school calls to our heroes, where they might temporarily put aside weapons and masks for pens and calculators... well, at least as long as trouble doesn't come calling.



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The girl hit the ground with a dull thud, a grunt of suppressed pain squeezed from her lips as the wind was knocked from her lungs. Her shins stung, her hands were prickling from the slap of the mat, and various bruises were already sprouting across her dark skin, and yet she was pushing herself up with barely a frown.

"Isn't this child abuse or something?" Beatrice Barlow chirped up at her mentor, rolling her wrists slightly before crouching back into an anticipatory position, fists raised above her face. Rather than mimic her pose or respond to her teasing, Francis Leeds merely threw a towel at the teenager. His own towel was clutched in his other hand, wiping a thin layer of sweat off his face.

"Come on old man, one more round." Bea attempts to coerce her mentor, even though she knows better than anyone how frustratingly stubborn he can be.

"You have school starting soon" He replies, nodding towards the digital clock projected onto the wall of the manor's fitness centre. "I don't pay for you not to go."

Bea snorted and placed her hand over her heart, faking a regretful tone as she teases, "If only I've got one of those special scholarships, then you wouldn't have to pay a dime."

Francis Leeds merely raises an eyebrow at the girl's teasing, his lips quirking up in what might almost be considered a smirk. Someone who didn't know the man well might assume that his expression was unchanged, still that mask of blankness that The Shadow maintained at all times. Bea, however, could tell that this was Leeds' version of a smile, the equivalent of a normal person physically clutching their stomach in laughter. It was a victory, and she was sure as hell going to tell Dot about it when she did get to school.

As she grabbed her water bottle and took a refreshing gulp, Bea shook her head at her mentor, "You gonna drive me? Otherwise I might accidentally miss the bus."

Leeds merely straightened as he picked up his own bottle, flung his towel over his shoulder and proceeded to leave the training room, calling back over his shoulder, "I'll be leaving in fifteen minutes. Don't be late."

Twenty-five minutes later, after a hasty shower, pulling on her school uniform, and grabbing her school books, Bea finds herself seated in the passenger seat of Francis Leeds' favourite sports car as they pull into the entrance of Ascot Academy. The wrought iron gates were pulled wide, bracketed by solid columns of old brick decorated by climbing vines. The school itself has ivy climbing over the old building, the one that looks like it was plucked right out of 18th century Europe and plonked on the outskirts of New York city. The new building, hovering over the old, is new and sleek in comparison, and Beatrice knows from experience holds a hub of expensive tech that her wealthy mentor - among others - helped to fund.

The nine o'clock bell to signal the start of first period has already rung, no doubt the 8.50 bell telling students to get to class had already sounded too. Bea looked forward to the day she would be a college student, and didn't have to abide by the timetable those bells set. At least she didn't have to go to one of the other city schools where they started at some ungodly, even earlier hour.

"Come on, Frank, first period is gym and you know I don't need any help with that!" Bea sighs as the car grinds to a halt, attempting to do the impossible and convince Francis into doing something he's already refused her. "We could go get starbucks and I'd still be back in time for English."

"Out." Was all Leeds answered with as he leaned over and opened her door for her, raising his brows as he waited for the young girl to leave. Bea pulled a face and slid out of the car, petulantly poking her tongue out as Leeds closed the door and drove off with only a "Be good" in farewell.

Bea squared her shoulders and smoothed her skirt, resigning herself to the mind numbing dullness of playing volleyball for an hour. Truthfully, it wouldn't really be that bad. She had a few friends in the class and Bea was always fairly good at sports, but she'd still rather be wagging with Francis. Or Dot, maybe she should text Dot and...

Even as the thought crossed Bea's mind, something beeped. It wasn't the cellphone in her bag however, but the small device she kept in the thin belt hidden beneath her school blouse. Digging it out, Bea felt a grin spread across her face because she knew before she'd looked at the message and plugged in the ear piece what the beeping meant. The New Guardians were being called in on a mission. No school for the day!


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"New Guardians, report to home base immediately. This is a priority mission, everyone is required." The Shadow's voice was brusque and business-like, leaving no room for questions. The broadcast no doubt going out to all the members of the young team.

"Yes, sir." Raphael Pavesi responded quietly, head down so as not to draw attention in the small lecture theatre, hand covering his mouth. The Italian, who had risen early for a lecture at Ascot, quickly packed up his items and pulled out of his row, ducking his head further as he slipped from the room. He waved vaguely at the one friend he had in the lecture, reminding himself to text her later to ask for notes.

Then, it was only a short walk to one two teleportation devices within the school. This one took the appearance of a supply closet, yet only the thumb print of one of the heroes would cause the door knob to unlock. To anyone else it would be mysteriously locked. Raf pulled it open now, hooking his bag securely over his shoulder as the door locked behind him and he was able to step up onto the large disc-like indents on the floor. The one beneath his feet glowed, a robotic voice calling out his name as it scanned his body and confirmed his identity,

"Aeolus. Member B-1-1."

Gritting his teeth, Raf watched as yellow light washed over his body, and suddenly he felt as if he were moving at the speed of light without actually moving an inch. Gravity weighed him down, his breath was pushed from his lungs, his finger tips sparked, and then as suddenly as it began he was standing on a similar pad, but in a much larger room. Really, the teleportation pads take less than the blink of an eye, but it always feels longer to Raf, who hates them. Yet, with time of the essence, he figured it would be better than flying to base.

The underground base has a simple layout. One main room in the centre is where most activities, training exercises, and mission hand-outs occur. Around the circular room are a few niches - one of which holds the teleportation pads, enough to transport the whole team in one go anywhere in the world. Directly across are automatic doors which lead to more training rooms, areas such as the gym and a small swimming pool, rooms for training powers, and more. Between that door and the teleportation pads are, on one side, doors leading to the large garage, while directly across from them are the doors leading to the communal living areas and bedrooms.

Raf heads towards the bedrooms now, rushing through the doors into a large living room with an extensive kitchen attached, and then through into a short corridor with bedrooms branching off. Some of the rooms are empty, as not every member chooses to live at base. Raf's room is the third on the right, a tidy, personal space which he rarely invites others into. He likes to hole up on his chair most nights to read a book. Today, however, he dumps his back, quickly pulls on his outfit and then heads back out to the main atrium.

His gloves activate with a through, inscribed, golden skin crawling over his hands. He flexes them as he comes to stand in front of The Shadow, nodding his greeting to the older hero while waiting for the rest of the team to join them.

It isn't long before the teleportation pads illuminate again, and as the robotic voice calls, "Dusk. Member B-0-1." , with a wide grin on her face steps the identified hero. She's in her uniform and grinning, holding back her energy as she comes over to The Shadow.

"Should'a just gone to starbucks." She teases her mentor, and Raf isn't sure, but he thinks... he thinks he just saw the Shadow almost smile.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Beatrice Barlow Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Haruto Shimazaki Character Portrait: Wyatt Whitley Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: Dorothy King Character Portrait: Lonna Le Fey

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H A R U T O
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「Yuki」

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It was yet another peaceful day in the city of Anchorage, the so-called City of Lights and Flowers of Alaska. Well, it was peaceful while it lasts though. For all the wonderful and happy things that a person might get the impression of from its' nickname, criminal activities here are as frequent as any other big states and cities out there in the US, sometimes even more. You can't really just judge how tranquil a city is just by the outlooks of it. But at least for now, things are quiet, and the citizens can rest assured that their protectors are diligently putting them under a literal icy protection from any threats that might occur.

It was a nice autumn morning in October. The sky was as blue as it could get with only a few clouds drifting softly. The cold breeze has began to blow, not that it really matters since Alaska is always so cold almost year-round anyway. However, there wouldn't be snow yet, not until sometimes in November, but it is safe to say that the atmosphere is quite calming, and the weathers really have a soothing effect on those who reside within this city. At least it has always been what Haruto thought. He had always enjoyed the snow very much.

Having waken up with the dawn itself as of his usual habits, Haruto spent the early morning hours training and practicing some yoga exercises within the training room inside the penthouse of his mentor and uncle - Hyouga, otherwise known as Daisuke. Being able to live within such a luxurious accommodation for free sounds really like a dream to many. He once thought his family's estate back in Tokyo was already extravagant enough, but Daisuke has taken the meaning of luxury up to a whole different level. This makes him wondered whether he is being a freeloader - being given free space to live, free foods to eat everyday, free training under one of the world's most prominent elemental benders. However, his mentor simply brushed it off and assured him that it was fine, because 'family means always looks after one another' - one of the many ideals that the Shimazaki family teaches to their children.

After finishing with his training, Haruto sat on the mattress and meditated. From the first glance, he looked so concentrated that it almost felt like he had completely shut his mind from the surrounding. There was no sounds coming from any corners of the room. Then suddenly, Haruto conjured a thick wall of ice just behind him, as it shielded him from three large icicles that were fired at him from the entrance to the room. One of the icicles managed to bypassed the wall though and the sharp point its' tip is merely a few inches away from his back.

"You're getting faster, if I must say." Daisuke spoke up, standing with his back leaned against the door frame. It's impossible for everyone to believe that the man is already in his 40s. "If it wasn't for your silly tendency to trust people so easily, I'd say you're the best sidekick I've had so far."

"Please, jii-san, I'm doing my best to work on it." Haruto turned to his uncle and grinned while scratching the back of his head which clearly showed that he was being insecure. He flicked on the little ice 'masterpiece' that the two of them created and it quickly become a cloud of white smoke and disappeared completely. The first thing he was taught is how to clean up his own mess. Standing up from whence he saat, Haruto walked towards the door, "And I know I still have a long way to go so please don't praise me all the times like that."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with being proud of your own nephew though. No needs to be so annoyingly humble, you are a lot stronger than you thought. Just admit it." Daisuke knocked on his head lightly before turning his back, "What shall we have for breakfast today?"

"Ow." Haruto rubbed his head, yet he couldn't help smiling happily afterwards. It was very easy to pleased him after all, and nothing makes a better start of the day than a few encouraging words from the person he respected the most.

Breakfast went by without too much of a fuss, as was usual everyday, as the two of them talked and discussed about all sorts of things, some of them were really trivial like how their landing pose seemed to be a little bit hoarser during their previous mission. While he enjoys the thrill of the battlefields, Haruto still finds his peace in calm moments of life like this. However, just when he thought it was going to be another fine day, a broadcast from the device that is used to communicate between the members of the New Guardians and the Wardens showed up, and the Shadow clearly stated his order in a straight, clear manner that left absolutely no room for jokes.

"Affirmative." Haruto answered and turned the device off. After three years of learning diligently his English had improved a lot, though his accent is still a bit Japanese-ish and sometimes he still spurt out a sentence in his mother tongue or two, which were a little bit awkward. "Well, looks like our plan for today is postponed. Sometimes the Shadow just simply pick the most unexpected of moments to summon everyone." Daisuke remarked while calmly taking a ship from his cup of coffee.

"It really couldn't be helped." Haruto shrugged with his usual smile before taking off to the bathroom to take a quick shower, before packing his costumes into his backpack. "Haru." As he headed out of the penthouse, his mentor called him as he approached him, "がんばってね (Do your best)." The man raised his fist. Haruto had lost count of how many times he had said this, but thanks to this, he knows that Daisuke cares greatly for him, both as his nephew and sidekick.

"わかります (I understand)." He nodded with a bright smile and pumped his fist back in reply before heading off. No matter what the upcoming mission can be, he is already excited about it. In fact, Haruto felt as if he could do anything right now. He walked down the street and made his way to the teleportation port nearby, which was a telephone booth. The glasses over the door has been made so that it is incapable of seeing through. He quickly changed into his costume and put his old attires into his backpack. He has done it so many times to even feel embarrassed for changing clothes in the middle of the street. Putting his trademark white glasses on, his hair slowly changed from its' usual blackness to a pure white color. When all preparations are done, Haruto placed his hand over the buttons board of the phone, which was in reality an extremely sophisticated fingerprint scanner. His hand was scanned thoroughly before an automatic voice bloomed, "Yuki. Member B-0-4."

The teleportation pad underneath his feet illuminated brightly as he traveled at the speed of light through the system to his destination, the underground base in New York. As he arrived, he can see a few people have already made it there before him, which included Dusk, Aeolus, The Patriot, Golden Girl, Fever, Quantum and of course, their boss, the Shadow. "Hello everyone. Yuki's reporting in." He said as he walked up to the group, flashing a smile to everyone and blushing a little bit when his eyes met that of Raphael, he then cleared his throat as he asked the Shadow, "Did I miss anything?"

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Barlow Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Haruto Shimazaki Character Portrait: Wyatt Whitley Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: Gabriel 'Gabe' Ventura Character Portrait: Dorothy King Character Portrait: Lonna Le Fey

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Gabriel Ventura
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      Gabriel hated early mornings, not because it forced him awake, but because they were too quiet. The truth of the matter was he would gladly never sleep again if it meant not having to hear the drone of a fan or the sound of his own heartbeat alone. He might have enjoyed living more if he request was satisfied.

      It was a shame though that only one part of his wish was fulfilled, and it wasn’t the one he had hoped for.

      At five in the morning he had woken up, made breakfast, trained lightly with an on-hand warden, and promptly left for the city at eight. Gabriel was sleep deprived, and he knew it — in fact, everyone knew it, but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried to correct it. No, he took the prescribed sleeping medication, went to bed at exactly nine o’clock, and even drank warm milk before trying to fall asleep. Nothing worked though at keeping him asleep so Gabriel had given up hope of ever a good nights rest for the reminder of his life.

      It was for those reasons Gabriel found himself sitting in a noisy cafe and sipping on a hot americano at the very back of the room. From his vantage point he could see all those who entered and their well groomed appearances. It was different from the southern states he used to live in, where frequently he would see woman and men alike enter stores with only sweatpants and hoodies to cover themselves.

      “Do you mind if I sit here?” a smooth voice pulled him out of his mind, and when Gabriel looked up a young man was smiling sheepishly down at him. With a jolt he nodded his head, and moved his coffee cup out of the way while mumbling his apologies for the mess. The man shook his head in deference and set his own drink and newspaper down on the table.

      Gabriel tensed, unsure how to respond. Yes, the cafe was busy but there was enough space at the window bar for the man to have seated himself at so why him? Did the man want to chat with him, become his friend? His breath hitched. What would they even talk about? He was so uninteresting aside from the fact he was a hero in training, but he couldn’t just tell a stranger that, or could he? Maybe he saw how lonely Gabriel was and —

      “Sorry, the spot up there was already taken,” the other man pushed up his glasses in embarrassment and Gabriel nodded his head in understanding. His heart was racing, but he tried his hardest not to appear too weird or nervous. Taking a sip of his half full drink he used it to calm his mind and remind him that jumping to conclusions never a good idea. He sighed.

      A beep from his jacket gave Gabriel the ability to excuse himself from the awkward situation politely, and when he heard the new orders from Shadow he exited the cafe to locate the nearest teleportation pad.



      "Menon. Member B-0-3,” a voice called out and to his mortification he noticed some of his colleagues already gathered in the main atrium. Without a word he briskly walked into the common living area and toward his room to change into his ‘superhero attire’ which didn’t differ much from his normal clothing choice.

      In addition to his outfit, he wrapped a long beige scarf around his neck, put on a pair of leather gloves, and donned dark sunglasses to conceal his eyes. He looked the same as a civilian, but was then significantly warmer.

      Gabriel made his way back to the rest of the team just in time to hear the automated voice call out Yuki’s identification number, and stood next to his friend Raphael (or as the heroes would call him, Aeolus). With a quick glance upward he met the gaze of the Shadow and gave a slight gesture in greeting.

      “Hello Yuki . . .” he replied not knowing if his greeting was wanted and reflexively said, “Aeolus, Dusk, Golden Girl” He nodded in their direction for knew them more than anyone else and it was only after he said their names he thought it impolite not to include everyone else. “I’m sorry. Good morning to you too Patriot . . . Fever . . . . Quantum,” he slowed his speech nervously and cleared his throat after reciting their aliases. He wasn’t sure if it was acceptable to greet the rest as a whole if he had previously mentioned everyone else by their names, and feared it might exclude them.

      Internally he screamed at himself and asked why he couldn’t function like a normal human being. He exhaled silently. It was going to be a long day.

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      Aldrel swallowed thickly, looking down in pure anxiety at the blank page staring back up at him from its firm position on his desk. It wasn't going anywhere. Neither was he. It was time to face his demons.

      "According to article number one as presented in the..." he started. Then he shook his head and hurriedly scratched out the top line. No, no, that wasn't right. Introductions were first. Right. Introductions.

      ...What did that mean? Rel groaned audibly in exasperation as he threw his head back then forward, catching his face in his hands. A moment of quiet peace passed. Then another short sound of vexation left Rel's mouth and with a frantic mania, he mussed his hair with a speed that could only be described as aggressive. He flopped down, arms outstretched so his wrists dangled off the edge of the desk, chin planted on the bottom half of the lined paper. He whimpered quietly.

      The sound of a low coughing came from Rel's left and he turned his head quickly, catching the disapproving eye of his classmate who glared and shushed him. Rel shot up quickly, face flushing with embarrassment. He mouthed a "sorry," inclining his head a little in apology. He caught a glimpse of the student's paper. They were already on their third paragraph. He choked back another groan. Why was he even taking this class? His academic counselor had explained it to him, but to be honest, it hadn't made any sense to him. But what was he supposed to say? So he'd just nodded pleasantly and made a sound like he'd understood everything. But he didn't. Rel didn't understand anything. He missed high school.

      Just then, the deep timbre of a man whose voice he was intimately familiar with rang in his ears. Startled, Rel jolted, earning him another glare from his studious deskmate. He withered under the harsh steel of their gaze. He muttered another apology before turning his attention to the words being spoken through the communication device Circuit had instructed him to keep activated at all times. Panic set in as he glanced down at the paper once more. Had he wanted it to disappear? Had he himself wanted to disappear? Yes. But that was a theoretical. If he walked out of the examination now, he definitely wouldn't get to retake the test, and he certainly wouldn't be passing this class. He didn't want to suffer through this again.

      He removed the ear piece and stared at it. For a moment, he seriously contemplated turning it off. Putting it in his pocket maybe. He could pretend he hadn't heard anything. Maybe he could tell Shadow he'd already used up his powers and he didn't want to waste anyone's time. Maybe, maybe, maybe... His hands were shaking.

      Finally, with a grimace and strained sigh, he put the piece back in his ear. "Understood," he said lowly, rising from his seat with a despondent resignation. This time, his classmate shot him a look of pity. Rel shuffled out of class, head hung low to avoid making eye contact with the professor, whose burning gaze was following him all the way to the door.

      Halfway through his walk to the teleportation pad, his phone screen lit up with the name of a contact that hadn't been changed since the man himself had put it in along with his number.


      the coolest mentor ever ;) ♥✭♥✭♥✭
      heyo just heard about the mission. all good?

      Rel responded quickly with a brief,

      no

      He stopped short in the hall and thought briefly on the exact meaning of the text he'd received. Right. He'd misinterpreted again. He wrote again,

      oh you meant with getting to the mission. everything's alright. I'm just getting to the telepad now.

      The reply from Circuit came as Rel was opening the door to the discreetly hidden teleportation pad.

      LMAO UR ENGLISH 101 MIDTERM WAS TODAY I FORGOT.

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      that really sucks. sorry kid. ill scold mr. meaniepants shadow later :(
      & i know ur teacher hates u lol so ill see what i can do on my end to get u an exemption


      Rel sighed and did not bother replying. He closed his eyes, and seconds later his presence was being announced to the base. It didn't take him long to shed his civilian clothing and pull on the skin of Aether. As he exited his dressing room, he took note of all the people already gathered in the room. He nodded a general greeting to the heroes he was familiar with and silently made his way towards his closest friend on the team.

      "I learned something today, Gabriel," he said quietly, by way of introduction. "Humans are creatures who crave pain. You desire to suffer. Why's that, Gabriel? And why must you drag me into it too?" Rel's voice cracked on the last sentence, his bottom lip quivering. Still, he made no eye contact with the heavily clothed hero, and didn't particularly expect a response either. Instead, he kept his gaze focused on the tall, darkly clad figure at the front of the room while he waited for the man to issue his orders.

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"Shouldn't you be paying attention to class instead of watching those cartoons of yours?"

Birdie's eye flicked from the video she was watching over to the text editor that had just miraculously opened itself on her laptop. She glanced up from the screen and looked around the class room, before her eyes floated back down. It seemed that her father had managed to break through the security measures she had set for him. Damn. She'd felt good about the extra layers she'd put into locking him out too. She'd have to reinspect the encryption, and probably add another layer tonight, see if that could at least slow him down.

It was a game the two of them played, where they tried to hack into the other's work or school computer every morning. While he never failed to gain remote access to her system, the best she managed was to change the clock on his own computer. Still. that was worth a giggle or two. So far, she thought that meant he was winning, but she'd never admit defeat. One day, it would be her making fun of his browsing choices. She paused the video and turned her attention to the text editor, letting her fingertips dance across the keyboard in reply.

"I'll have you know dad, this is the epitome of culture. It's basically an artform in Japan."

A moment later, and she watched as a reply typed itself below her own.

"It looks like a knockoff Power Rangers show."

"The correct term is 'Super Sentai', you uncouth heathen. And shouldn't you be in a meeting somewhere?"

"... Touché."

David should have been in Britain at the time on business. Business business, not super business, on a consulting job if she remembered correctly. She quietly chuckled to herself. If he was anything like her, and he was, then he too was in the middle of some boring power point explaining things that he already knew. Which, of course, would have given him ample time to break into her system and judge her viewing habits. Unless he had broken in a while back, and had been watching along with her. Which was a very real possibility.

"It's a computer ethics class, we're learning 'bout why doin' bad things are bad. I can literally feel my soul leaving my body."

"Haha, oh god. My condolences."

"Says the man who got remote access to my system."

The irony of it all was not lost on her. Honestly though, it was kind of the perfect cover. Who would expect a superhero-- well, junior hero-- to be taking an ethics class on campus? Certainly not her, but it wasn't like she could get a waiver for it or something. "Oh, yes. I am Ghost, so please gimme an A mister professor sir." That just wouldn't be intelligent.

Before David had time to respond, a different type of message popped up, this one a little more important from the others. It was a team summons from Shadow. Apparently, she wouldn't be able to finish her episode in class today. On the plus side, she didn't have to linger around for the rest of the class, so Birdie was excited for that.

"Well that sounds important."

He was still in her laptop, it seemed.

"Duty calls. At least try to get some work done today, pop."

"Yeah, yeah, you too sweetheart. Try to be careful."

With that, she closed the laptop and slid it into her bookbag before making a swift exit from class.




"Ghost, member B-1-2."

"Vitamin B-twelve, reporting for duty," Ghost said with a mock salute as she stepped off of the pad. She had made a quick stop to her SUV in the campus parking lot to exchange her school backpack, for her work backpack, which held her costume and all the toys that Ghost needed to do her job properly. After that, she had made her way back into campus, but not before stopping at a local bagel shop and ordered a few for the ride. That would explain the paper bag she had in hand, and the bagel she was currently chewing on. It appeared that her little detour had given some of the others ample time to beat her.

She had changed into her outfit in the teleporter room, and already had the white furred hood of her badass longcoat pulled up over her head. She took another bite from her bagel and approached the others that'd congregated before her. "I miss anything important?" she asked after swallowing. Ghost took up a spot beside Quantum, and tilted the opening of the bag of goods towards her.

"Bagel...s?" She asked, adding the plural after the fact, considering Quantum's eating habits.

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MISSION ONE: WASP LABS

Time: 9.30am, Monday 9th October, 2017
Destination: Wasp Labs, Tunisia

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Shadow remained as impassive as ever as each member of the New Guardians trooped in, face revealing nothing. Usually, these debriefs took place over the large screen he stood in front of, the communication device standing taller than he was and presenting several smaller screens surrounding a much larger one in the centre. There was a direct link to The Warden’s base, where a video conference could be set up with the flick of a button. That is where Shadow would usually be, standing stiffly in front of The Warden’s screen rather than watching for the young heroes to congregate. Today, however, he had been in the neighbourhood.

The older hero watches patiently and silently, merely inclining his head when greeted by various members or remaining impassive as others filtered in. He watched and assessed as the group gathered, noting who went to stand with who, the way some glanced at their feet or nervously said hello to the whole group. None of these children, young adults – as his mentee would remind him – were his enemy, but no knowledge, no matter how small, was ever wasted.

“So, what’s the mission, boss?” Dusk quips cheerfully, eagerness to act telling by the way she was lightly shifting from foot to foot.

Shadow glanced at those gathered, noted the few who weren’t here yet, and then came to a decision. Those who were late would have to sit out, time was of the essence. Without a word, Shadow turned towards the monitor behind him, fingers lightly tapping a few of the keys and bringing up the familiar face of a local news reporter. Dusk groaned behind Shadow, and the older hero felt the tips of his mouth quirk up slightly in amusement. Shadow well knew her frustration that the reporter constantly mangled her hero name.

On the screen, Hapley was speaking to the camera while a small square image in the corner of the television revealed the focus of his segment.

“Terror in Tunisia! The villain known as Echo has been sighted in the African nation, sending the country and its neighbours into panic as his drones move across the border.” The screen shifted from Perd’s chubby jowls to a shot of a Tunisian city. It looked like a war zone; buildings were crumbling and engulfed in flame, civilians were fleeing in terror as small, robotic humanoid-drones slowly marched through the streets. Behind them, leading the small army of deadly robots, came a robotic creation that stood as tall as the eight storey building it had just crushed beneath metal hands. Though unable to see within the giant robot’s insides, the villain known as Echo would be inside, controlling the devastation from the relative safety of his robotic walls. As the scene continued, the giant robot, an intimidating vision of black and grey steel, turned in its tracks, its arm stretching out, hand opening to reveal some sort of weapon. A flash of light, and suddenly another building was destroyed.

“I’m receiving word that-… yes! Steel comet has arrived.” Perd’s voice announced just as flash of grey streaked through the sky, a powerful sword glinting in his hand as the British hero brought it down on the still outstretched hand. With a sickening crunch the metallic limb was split almost in half.

The image froze as Shadow paused it, his gaze returning to the keyboard as he typed in a few more commands.

“Please tell me we’re going to take on Echo!” Dusk gasped, excitement lacing through her small body. She’d been longing to take on the asshole again since the last time they’d met – when he’d called her ‘that Shadow brat’ and then laughed as she’d angrily corrected him. Why couldn’t anyone get her name right?

Rather than answer his protegee, Shadow merely hit another key and brought up a satellite image of a lone, seemingly innocuous building, followed by schematics for the same construction.

“No! Shadow, please.” Dusk moaned pre-emptively, recognising the logo barely showing on a corner of the building on screen; a steel and black wasp imposed on a dark shield. Across from Dusk, Aeolus shifted restlessly, frowning slightly at the image on screen. He didn’t recognise the insignia on the building, but then again, he hadn’t been at this game as long Dusk, nor did he have The Shadow as his mentor.

“Wasp Labs, two hours from Echo’s position, currently being evacuated of most staff. We’ve been watching various labs for months-…” -Shadow ignored the loud huff coming from his protegee, who had spent countless boring days on recon at one of the American Wasp labs, and continued- “…and we’re certain that this one is hiding something of importance. Usually, with the number of civilians on staff a mission such as this would be difficult, however with the evacuation, the facilities will either be empty or...”

Aeolus leaned in slightly as Shadow pressed another button, and a slightly blurry, pixilated image appeared on screen. It was the same facility, only various trucks and cars had shifted position in the carpark. The image zoomed in to a pair of figures entering the building, a tall, lithe male glancing arrogantly over his shoulder and a slim woman beside him, staring resolutely forward.

“…guarded by criminals. Ricochet and Esfir Vasile were spotted entering the facility three days ago.” Shadow continued, naming the pixilated pair on screen, “We have yet to determine why they were there, or whether they’ve returned since. But, given the lack of civilians at the labs, we won’t get another opportunity to strike. Your mission is a three-pronged strike. Team alpha; Aeolus, Yuki, Quantum, Sigil, and Knockout, you’ll be coming in from the south and drawing any remaining guards from the building. Team beta; Patriot, Aether, Golden Girl, and Menon, you’ll approach from the north…”

Bea snickered quietly as Shadow announced the teams and shifted over so that she could elbow Dot gently, muttering under her breath, “Remember that last fic Claudia wrote? About alphas and betas?”

Shadow continued, “…Team gamma; Dusk, Ghost, Interstellar, and Fever, you’ll be entering the facility covertly to gather intel.” Shadow shifted to the map of the area and indicated the points from which he wanted each team to arrive, “Objectives for alpha and beta are the same, draw hostile enemy fire and create cover for gamma team to enter the facility. If Ricochet and Vasile or any of their associates are inside, we’ll need alpha and beta to draw them out before gamma go in. Gamma, your only mission is to collect information.”

Dusk held her hands up in a defensive position as Shadow directed the last warning to her, “Observe, collect info, got it boss.”

Shadow didn’t react to his mentee, merely typed in a series of commands to the communication table before telling those gathered, “The necessary details have been sent to your personal devices. You have ten minutes to gather what you need before the teleportation devices will take you to the drop off zone. From there, you’ll be on foot to the destination. You’ll have two hours maximum. Work together, and do not disappoint me.”

Aeolus nodded as the brief came to a close, and glanced across at the four individuals in his team. Though he was always one of the quieter ones of the team, he held respect for all of those within the New Guardians, and was prepared to push through his natural reticence in order to prepare for a meeting.

“Shall we come up with a plan?” He inquired to any of alpha that were listening, before pulling out a slim cellphone from the only pocket on his tight uniform. Raf opened up Shadow’s message and quickly scanned over the basic information sent to him and his team. It was enough to give them insight into the area, without overwhelming them with facts that they wouldn’t need.

Without a formal farewell, Shadow left the young heroes to ready themselves, heading towards the teleportation devices. He’d only gone a few paces before halting as Dusk cut him off,

“You’re going to fight Echo?” She guessed, shifting to walk with her mentor towards the alcove housing the teleportation pads. Shadow didn’t respond, but Dusk knew him well enough to be confident in her assumption, “You going to tell me what they’ve got in that lab?”

“You don’t already know?” Shadow responded with the slightest, teasing arch to his eyebrow. Bea pulled a face, biting back a scowl as she watched the tall man type in the coordinates for his destination and step onto the closest pad, “Did I ever tell you that patience is a virtue?”

Bea parted her lips to respond, incredulous that Shadow had just teased her, twice. She’d spent the dullest days watching a nearer set of Wasp labs, to no avail. Now, knowing that something was obviously happening in this foreign lab had her itching with curiosity to find out. If Shadow wouldn’t tell her, she sure as hell was going to give the stealth mission her all to find out just what was within the lab’s secretive walls.

“I’m so ready for this.” Dusk grinned as she turned back towards her comrades, raising her wrist and tapping on the small digital screen attached to her uniform. A miniature blueprint of the facilities appeared, showing several stories above ground, and at least two basement levels. Security locks, restricted corridors, secret rooms… whatever they found would pose – hopefully – new and exciting challenges. Feeling her grin widen, Dusk glanced at the others on team gamma, “This is going to be so much fun.”

The setting changes from new-york-city-ny to Wasp Labs, Tunisia

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Barlow Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Haruto Shimazaki Character Portrait: Birdie McKnight Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: April Choi Character Portrait: Lonna Le Fey Character Portrait: Selig Fuchs

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        “I miss anything important?”

        Jo didn’t even notice her little songbird enter the room; she was too busy glaring at Gloomy for not even pretending to notice or care about what she had to say. “Nah, nothing yet. He's just sitting there, being his dreary self, refusing to talk to any of us until he feels like it.” The distaste was imminent in her tone. There was always something about their “leader” that irritated Jo. He was just so… pretentious. Shadow acted like he was better than all of them, even around his fellow Wardens. Kara talked about him occasionally, about how he was so tall, dark, and handsome, but she couldn’t hold a conversation with him for shit. Mostly because he almost never responds to what she says.

        While Jo was busy silently brooding, Birdie tilted the bag in her hand towards her, making an offering, “Bagel...s?”

        Jo’s face lit up immediately at the offering of food. “Yeah sure! Thanks!” Without any sort of hesitation, she reached into the bag and pulled out two bagels. She bit into the side of one of them, tearing it completely in half. She had the other half in her mouth merely moments afterward. When she was about to dig into the second bagel when Gloomy started expositioning the team.

        It was quite a bit of information to take in all at once, but Jo was used to it at this point. The New Guardians received even more of these lovely briefings before almost every patrol or mission. She made sure just to take in all the important bits: In a collapsing city, they must distract baddies so some of them could infiltrate and get any necessary information. Well, Jo at least hoped that’s what Shadow was trying to relay to them. Occasionally, she would shift her attention back to Birdie, her gaze merely tracing the lines of her jaw and the curve of her cheeks.

        When the briefing was over, Shadow did the usual: disappear with some “encouraging words”, not allowing any time for the New Guardians to ask any questions or gain any extra information. There was one thing in particular that was making Jo scowl as she turned to look at Birdie once again. Sure, team beta was only four members, but so was team gamma, the group that was in, arguably, the most dangerous position. Not to mention, they weren’t exactly the most combat skilled team. Dusk was an amazing fighter, Ghost could hold her own against an enemy or two, but Interstellar and Fever… And they were going to the belly of the beast without any help from the Wardens.

        But, such was their overlord’s desire, so Jo could only comply. With a sigh, she did her best to turn her frown into a smile. One hand reached out to place a touch to Birdie’s arm; Jo hoped that this would be encouraging. “Hey, do me a favor and try to stick to Dusk. She… knows what she’s doing. Not that you don’t know what you’re doing! You absolutely do, you’re very smart and, I, uh, just… Sorry.” Jo’s free hand went to her forehead which she rubbed stressfully. “Good luck, and be careful. If you need back up at any point, don’t hesitate to call me, ok?” With reluctance, Jo pulled her hand off of Birdie’s arm. With one last smile, she turned and gathered ‘round her alpha teammates.

        “Alright loves, here’s what I think we should do!” Despite many of her shortcomings, Jo’s spirited audaciousness made her a natural born leader. Her mind raced as she assessed all of their powers and tried to figure out where they would be best. “Ok, since me and Knockout are essentially human airbags, we’ll take up the lead, absorbing the brunt of most attacks. Aeolus, since you can fly and fight with some range, I’d say stick to the air and keep an eye out for both us and the two targets. Yuki, it’s Africa, so it’s gonna be warm. I don’t doubt your abilities, but it’s just a fair warning. I think you and Sigil should bring up the rear, taking out any stragglers and being on the ready if any of us need some backup. Especially if Ricochet or Vasile show up.” As Jo explained the details of her plan, she turned and looked at the teammate she was talking about. “Any exceptions or suggestions to improve the plan?”

The setting changes from wasp-labs-tunisia to New York City, NY

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Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Haruto Shimazaki Character Portrait: Aldrel Kryzalki Character Portrait: Birdie McKnight Character Portrait: Wyatt Whitley Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: Gabriel 'Gabe' Ventura Character Portrait: April Choi Character Portrait: Selig Fuchs

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「Yuki」

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As expected, Shadow merely nodded slightly at his question and didn't say anything else, nor express any noticeable expression. Haruto is quite confident in himself when it comes to reading other people (not that he himself couldn't be read that easy), but their leader seemed to always shrouded himself behind a rather mysterious veil. He never fully hides nor reveals anything about himself, and no one can really tell what Shadow has on his mind all the times. Haruto doesn't really know how he should feel about him though. But his mentor once told him that when Shadow first approached him, he didn't trust him in the least, now the man has become one of the very few people whom Hyouga spoke so highly of, so Haruto figures that he should respect the man, as well as following any orders and decisions he may give the lot of them.

As he waited, more and more people started to arrive. Menon walks in only a few moments after Haruto arrives, though not from the teleportation pads so he may have arrived earlier and left somewhere to tend to his own business. The guy greeted everyone as he stood next to Aeolus, though it was quite clear that he was somewhat... fidgety, judging by the way he nervously said. Haruto doesn't blame him though. Each and everyone of them has their own characteristics, and he respects the way people be themselves. So, in response, he just smiled back to him as gently and brightly as he could, like he always did, "Hi there, Menon. You look fine today."

Aether stepped in shortly after. Upon their first meeting, Haruto has had an instant impression of him being quite a cute boy. The way the two of them behaves around others is pretty much similar. He couldn't help having a nagging feeling that the younger boy is always seemed to be in a state of confusion. Like... all the time. He was so soft that it felt as if he was afraid to get on people's bad books. But that doesn't stop him from approaching Aether and tried to make friends with him. Haruto hoped that the boy will open up more about himself and be more confident in what he is capable of. One thing though, he doesn't really get why some of their self-proclaimed fans shipped him and Aether together, as he once accidentally came across some fanfictions of them. It was kind of weird, but he decided to let it off his mind for now.

The next one to turn up is Ghost, otherwise known to him by her civilian identity as Birdie. "Hey, Ghost-chan." He immediately waved and greeted her in a rather excited manner as she went and stood by Quantum, offering her some bagels. Well, Haruto wouldn't miss a chance to have some chit-chat with his favorite otaku girl, so he walked by her side, "Did you watch the newest episode of 'Attack on Titans' last night? That was quite a twist, wasn't it?" There was just no ends between them when it comes to Japanese cultures so they wouldn't hold back on talking about them anytime possible.

After the Sigil and Knockout arrived, Shadow gained everyone's attention and get down to the real purpose of their meeting, as time was running short and they can't sit around waiting all sixteen of them to come. A report footage was shown on the big screen, showing the villain Echo at large in Tunisia, a nation in Africa, throwing the civilians' lives into chaos as he control a giant robot to terrorize the city. That is, before a hero arrived and put an end to it. Haruto watched the whole thing with much enthusiasm, as it almost felt like watching a blockbuster in the cinema.

Haruto was seriously thinking that they are going to take on Echo, until Shadow paused the screen and move to the ins and outs of the upcoming mission. Like most of the times, he knows that there would be a huge amount of information to take in, so his listened as attentively as he could, while piecing what he had heard together. It seemed like they will be infiltrating a lab that Shadow has been observing for quite a while now. This mission would put Haruto at a disadvantage, due to the usual high temperatures of Africa, even more so if it was situated in a desert. However, it wasn't of anything special, until the screen was enlarged, showing two figures that were blurred due to the pixels. But Haruto recognized them. Ricochet and Esfir Vasile. He and Hyouga once faced them before and they are definitely not easy targets.

Shadow decided to divide them into three teams, each with their own missions. It seemed that he was placed in team Alpha, tasked with striking from the south of the facility. His heart raced a little when he realized that he and Aeolus were both going to work together. But he shook that little thought of and focused on the task at hand. When the briefing came to a close, Shadow left to let them to gather what they need and work out how will they work together in the upcoming mission. There was no room for questions or any extra information, as expected, but he's pretty much used to it now.

He went and stood with his team when Quantum gathered them together. She began to assess their abilities and set out which positions are best suited for them. Jo is reliable as a leader, so Haruto trusts her with her recommendations. After she finished assessing, he nodded to her and replied, "Yes, I admit that the dryness in Tunisia will be a hindrance, but I'll see what I can do. Freezing stuffs up wasn't the only thing I'm good at." He said with a small hint of joke, "I definitely won't let any of them to get in your way. But a bit of a warning though. I faced both Ricochet and Vasile with my mentor before, and they certainly aren't just some ordinary goons. I think it's best that none of us should face them head-to-head recklessly. That's all."

Haruto then turned to Aeolus, trying to hide the fact that he was seriously fanboying on the insides right now, "Hey, umm... Aeolus? Please watch your back too when we went out there, okay?"

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"Of course, Yuki-kun," Birdie answered, now looking at the individual on her other side. She put a bit of mock offense in her tone while she spoke, like she missed it. Soon thereafter though, she grinned and laughed, "We have to talk about it when... Whatever this is," Birdie said, throwing a finger in the air and waving it around to indicate the meeting they were called to. "Is over with." It was right about then Shadow began the meeting by turning on a nearby monitor.

The moment Shadow said that the details were forwarded to their devices, Birdie's eyes immediately dropped down to the contraption on her arm. At a touch from her gloved hand, the screen lit up (tactile gloves, great for touch screens) and she began to navigate toward the aforementioned details. Most of all, she was looking for the schematics of the building, and where she could find the server room. Undoubtedly Wasp Labs had a server room. A lab always had a server room, and with a little technowizardry, she would be able to get access to all of the it's gooey details through there. At least, that was the plan, and there was a saying about plans and first contact. Hopefully it would really be that simple. Hopefully.

She also made notes of various other items she could use to her advantage, though the schematics did not make any mention of security cameras. Though, Birdie was relatively sure the building had its share, and they would be child's play to gain remote access to. A very computer literate child, but hey. Semantics. Regardless, she made a few more gestures, and a keyboard popped up on her device, where upon she began to make notes and point out points of interest. She was so focused she was almost surprised when Jo began to talk to her. She glanced up at the touch on her arm, brows a-fluttering and head a-tilting. She was touched that Jo was so worried about her, but that was Jo. And that was why she liked her so much.

Birdie nodded with a smile of her own and spoke, "I'll be fiiiiine," she said, exaggerating the word fine. "I have a trump card, remember?" she added, before holding her breath, and blinking out of sight in the next moment. "Can't hit what they can't see," she said through held breath, before finally exhaling. The last of her breath was punctuated with a slight cough, but she smiled brightly and waved it off. "The same goes for you too, you know? If you need me, just let me know," she said, gesturing at the device on her arm.

While Jo left to go meet with team Alpha, Birdie turned to meet with her own team Gamma. It wasn't long before their first straggler... straggled their way in. "Ah, Täuschung," Birdie greeted. Fortunately the teleporter always reminded her how to pronounce the name, else she may have had a bit more trouble. "Long story short? We're infiltrating a lab possibly guarded by criminals and a few villains. Fortunately, the A and B teams over there," she gestured toward Alpha and Beta "Are supposed to draw them out so that the best team, IE us, can slip in and collect information. Simple," Birdie explained with a short chuckle.

Glancing at the rest of the team, she began to tap away at the device on her wrist again. "Personally, I'd like to get to their servers so this little heartbreaker," she said, tugging out a wire from within the device to reveal a USB plug, "Can work her magic."

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Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Haruto Shimazaki Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: April Choi Character Portrait: Selig Fuchs

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hex: #6a7d7e- team: gamma - location: new guardians' base


Raphael's gloves covered his hands like a second second, the golden glint of the metal flexing as his digits stretched and throwing the engravings decorating the surface into relief. Curiously, the gloves were always warm, a pleasant temperature that only ever occasionally increased when Rafael used their powers to excess. Now, he merely flexed his hands before letting them rest easily on his hips, his gaze held by Quantum as she suggested a plan.

Rafael nodded his agreement, seeing the logic in such a plan. Quantum and Knockout had the physical abilities which made them perfect for the frontlines. Both could take harder hits than himself, and their fighting on the ground and at close range, would allow the other members of team Alpha to use their elemental based abilities to attack from a distance and make sure that the two female heroes weren't overwhelmed. Rafael had no doubt that, even with the expected heat of Tunisia, Yuki's ice manipulation would still be an effective weapon. Regardless, the Japanese hero was well equipped in knowledge of martial arts to deal with anyone who came close too. Sigil was more of an unknown when it came to his fighting abilities, given his more recent addition to the New Guardians, but Rafael was quietly confident that they would all be able to easily fulfil their role of drawing out the facility's guards.

"Your plan sounds good." Rafael grunted softly, showing his support for Quantum's strategy before quietly adding, "From the air I can warn you of any approaching opponents." Hopefully, if Ricochet or Vasile were still at Wasp laps, he might be able to see them from the air before they were close enough to cause harm to his teammates. Though, if he wasn't carefully, flying above the battle field might make himself an easy target for anyone with a fire arm. Rafael would have to remember to ensure a force field of air was constantly buffering any attacks against himself.

Having never fought either villain, Raf nodded his understanding to Yuki's warning. Rafael had only seen video footage of Ricochet and Vasile. Alone they were extremely dangerous, together, he's sure that it would take all the New Guardians working together to bring them down.

His thoughts were pulled back to the present by the voice of his teammate, and Rafael met the gaze of Yuki. He fought the urge to reply with a grunt - his normal articulate method of response - and instead nodded, his lips parting as he spoke, "I will. Watch yourself too, Yuki."

A thought occurred to Rafael as his gaze shifted from the white tips of Yuki's hair, back to his teammate's eyes,
"Perhaps if we run into trouble, we can try to recreate an ice tornado."
Aeolus suggested, remembering the multiple times in practise that they had worked to combine their wind and ice powers to double the effect. If it was called for, Tunisia might be the perfect opportunity to test out the combination outside of the practise yard. A second thought arose in Rafael's mind and he only hesitated a moment before vocalising the thought, "Sigil, perhaps you could combine with us too?"

It was, perhaps, the most Rafael had spoken in the past 24 hours, at least all at once. But the potential effectiveness of ice, wind, and electricity colliding together and channelled towards their enemies, might be a powerful trump card to play if necessary. Though, hopefully this mission would prove to be as simple as it sounds. Though Rafael wanted to try out the much-practised techniques he learned within the New Guardians' base, he never wished for an active and dangerous situation to escalate to such levels, especially not when his friends were potentially at risk.

The setting changes from new-york-city-ny to Wasp Labs, Tunisia

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Barlow Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Haruto Shimazaki Character Portrait: Aldrel Kryzalki Character Portrait: Birdie McKnight Character Portrait: Wyatt Whitley Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: Gabriel 'Gabe' Ventura Character Portrait: April Choi Character Portrait: Dorothy King Character Portrait: Lonna Le Fey Character Portrait: Selig Fuchs Character Portrait: Michi Kneller

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MISSION ONE: WASP LABS

Time: 9.40am (NYC)/ 2.40pm (Tunisia), Monday 9th October, 2017
Destination: Wasp Labs, Tunisia

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Ten minutes ticked by quickly when planning and plotting for a mission. As the timer ticked down the last minute, the New Guardians finished any last second preparations needed for battle. As per Shadow's instructions - those spoken and the more individual plans sent to each member's personal device - the various teams would be transported to the perimeter of Wasp Laps. Team alpha and beta would leave first, alpha arriving just south of the facility's entrance and pushing their way through security to draw out any remaining guards from the main entrance, while team beta would find themselves teleported just north of the labs and taking the second entrance as their target. A few minutes later team gamma were set to depart, arriving to the west of the facility, where the easiest path into the facility had been mapped out by Shadow and - hopefully - reinforced during the ten minute planning session.

As the deadline to leave came, team alpha stepped up to the teleportation pads. Aeolus gave his teammates a nod before Dusk, at the teleportation device's control pad, tapped in the coordinates. With a flash of light, Aeolus felt his body being hurtled through space as the transport technology pulled him halfway across the globe in the blink of an eye. He would have clenched his fists if he'd had time to do so. As it was, his boots were landing on the quickly set up receptor teleportation pads seconds after his departure, his team appearing beside him in the same moment. As Raf caught his breathe - he hated the teleportation devices, he took a moment to assess his surroundings.

It was warm, a pleasant 25 C (77 F), with the lightest breeze ruffling his hair (that would change). To one side of him ran a lonely road through a sparse covering of trees. Hills stood in the distance and the odd homestead, open to the mid-afternoon sun. He wondered if that was where Echo was wrecking havoc with his robots?

To the other side sat Wasp labs; a high-tech facility that gleamed with the prosperity of well-funded research. The lone road lead through tall security gates, a lone station to the side of the road no doubt for screening arriving individuals before cars were diverted to a car park on the other side of the metal fence. Beyond that was the small collection of buildings which made up the lab. None reached higher than a few stories. They were square, flashy things which utilised modern architecture and a combination of shining metal and brick. Alpha were closest to the first building, where a set of large glass doors marked the official entrance. A small fountain and courtyard decorated front of the entrance, though it was nothing ostentatious.

What Aeolus noted as he took in the building was the odd scattering of patrolling security guards, guns sitting happily at their hips. He sighted three from where he stood - one walking from the carpark towards the south-east fence, the other two by the building entrance. The carpark was mostly empty too, a good sign to indicate that most of the civilian staff had no doubt left already.

"Andiamo. Let's go." Raf said, taking a step towards the labs. There was no need for stealth here, not when his team's mission was to distract. With a grin, Raf flexed his hands and, making sure he wasn't too close to any team mates, called on the winds. The engravings in his gloves gleamed as they tugged at the air, sweeping the soft breeze into something fiercer, collecting dry leaves and dust as it swirled and wrapped around Raf. Aeolus took a leaping step and the wind caught up, propelling him up and over the fence in a graceful arch. He had no doubt that the rest of his team right beside him.

He landed with a thud on the concrete of the parking lot, knees bending to absorb the impact, head turning slightly to glance behind him at his team. Straightening, Rafael held his hand parallel to the ground, calling on the winds again. They came in a burst; a tight ball of fierce winds which flew towards the nearest parked car and sent it flying into it's neighbour several spaces down. There was no explosion (sadly), but a flying car would serve a good initial distraction to signal Wasp Lab's guards that they were about to have a fight on their hands.

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From the other side of the facility - where team beta were arriving - they would find no lone road, but rather a simple fence dictating the facility's boundaries. Beyond that, shipping containers lined one side of the immediate grounds, beside the locked containers stood a smaller carpark, no doubt for the executives of the lab, though only one car sat in its assigned spot. The other half of grounds before the buildings was taken up by grass and the odd picnic table. Apparently, the back of the facility was often used as a lunch station for the facility's employees. The second entrance was also often used by the bosses, and here too a few guards were stationed. Even from the other side of the grounds, the sound of screeching metal from a thrown car could be heard.

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Team gamma were the last to arrive, their landing position to the west hidden from view of the labs by a thick collection of trees pressed against the lab's fence. Bea blinked at the bright sun, already digging through her belt for the small wire cutting device she kept stashed there. Once through the fence they had the shortest distance to cross (a small stretch of grass) before reaching a small door on the side of the building. From there, if the blueprints they'd been provided with were accurate, Dusk and her team could find somewhere for Fever to lie and get Ghost to the servers. Then, Dusk was determined to find her way through the twisting labyrinth of underground hallways to their target.

"Can you cast an illusion over us when we're through the fence?" Dusk asked Tauschung over her shoulder as he brought the hand-held wire cutter to the fence and cut through the first diamond of metal. A grin stretched across Bea's face, fuck yes, this is what she lived for.