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Josephine Kingston

"An object in motion stays in motion..."

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a character in “New Guardians”, as played by AbsoluteWhisper

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            Full name: . . .Josephine Kingston. ..
            Nicknames: . . . Jo. .. [Preferred, only her mentor calls her “King”]
            Age: . . . Nineteen, January 12th

            Sexuality: . . . Homosexual
            Hometown: . . . Oswegatchie, New York, USA
            Mentor: . . . Heatstroke. .. [secret identity, Kara North]

            Dialogue colour: . . . #8e4348
            Playlist: . . .Me

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      Appearance

        Eye colour: . . . Sea Blue and Green. . . . . . . . . Hair colour: . . . Brown
        Height: . . . 5’10’’ . . . . . . . . . . . . Weight: . . . 137 lbs

        Everyday appearance: . . .
        Jo generally dislikes her appearance. She didn’t inherit the lovely bronze skin from her Spanish mother; she didn’t get her father’s sandy blonde hair. She feels like she has baby face, and it angers her to no end. Jo believes that her only redeeming physical quality are her eyes, so as a result, if she wears make-up, the make-up is to accentuate her eyes. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, all the works. But other that, Jo isn’t eye catching. She wears what she finds comfortable: sneakers, jeans, flannels, t-shirts, combat boots, sun dresses. In a desperate attempt to feel more special, as soon as she turned 18, she went out and got a few tattoos. On the inside of her left ankle, she had a rainbow heart. On her right hip she has a fox with a feathered tail. Other than that, she has her bellybutton and ears pierced, but she only keeps silver studs in them.

        Hero appearance: . . .
        One of the issues with Jo’s powers is that she can only absorb energy from blunt force attacks, so anything sharp like a knife, would cut right through her. Bullets… she’s also working on. She can stop them from going right through her, but their energy is too intense and too concentrated, so these attacks hurt. And since her powers require taking several hits, Jo’s hero outfit has a lot of slice-protective padding. Thin kevlar covers her torso, thighs, shins, shoulders, and the outside of her arms, under a simple black skin tight suit. This protects her from slashing motions, but stabs are still quite effective. Along her waist is a red toolbelt with several small pouches. Each of the pouches holds objects of different shapes made of metal. Her combat boots and her masquerade-style mask are also a dark red color.



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    Kinetic Energy Absorption and Manipulation: . . .Whenever Jo is hit with any sort of object with force behind it, like a punch or a thrown ball, she can consciously take in all of the energy developed by the momentum. This energy is then stored in her body. At will, Jo can call upon this stored energy and release it in bursts or all at once, either through her own body or through an object she is in physical contact with. And this is just the beginning of what her powers can do. She’s only had them for a few years thanks to a freak accident involving an oncoming semi truck and a vehicle using an experimental source of energy. Jo has been experimenting with attempting to intensify the already stored energy within her instead of taking several hits to use her powers.

    Limitations: . . .Jo’s powers require intense amounts of focus and energy to control. She needs to take short breaks between using her powers because of just how much energy it takes up. Jo also needs more calories than the average human to function. Her body can only store so much energy, so once she reaches a "peak", its almost like an explosion takes place around her. After that explosion, she always passes out, and remains in this unconscious state for up to four days. Jo has also discovered that her powers become weakened when she is exposed to electric shocks and immense amounts of heat. The extra raw energy ruins the flow of stored energy within her. Being immobilized in water will also reduce the strength of her powers just because liquid is more dense than air. Jo’s powers also only work on objects she is touching.


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        I’m a mess in a dress, but I digress.

        One word that everyone calls Jo: Motherly. It’s also a word that she hates because so many people call her that. In fact, the immediate mention of that word makes her at least cringe, if not get a touch frustrated. She often redirects them to a more prefered word: princely. Jo is the kind of person who puts the welfare of others before herself. If she sees someone in need, she will go out of her way to help that person no matter what. In her group of friends, she’s the rock. She is the mature one who is always doing her best to make sure everyone is healthy, well fed, and happy. And to go with this, she’s a good listener. If she isn’t called the “mother” of the group, then she’s the resident psychologist, always listening to everyone’s problems and giving advice.

        Coupled with her motherliness is her lack of a filter. She’s so bold that she often acts like she’s invincible. Some may consider this dauntlessness arrogance, but it’s just how she subconsciously acts. She truly never means any harm with what she says or does, Jo is just an open book. If she feels a certain way or has a certain opinion, she will share it without thought of consequences. This can also greatly be applied to her views of romance. Although she is a hopeless romantic, like buying gifts or going on dates or spoiling her girlfriend, if Jo finds you attractive, she will let you know. She will flirt with you constantly, even if someone rejects all of her verbal advances. Jo would never act without consent, but without a filter, she will continue to throw flirty and corny pickup lines at the person she is romantically interested in.

        Although Jo may act powerful, big-headed, and coquettish, she’s extremely self conscious and self deprecating. Of course she’d never display any sort of weakness, cmon it’s a dog eat dog world out there. And times when she does show weakness results in her being almost overly embarrassed. Every night, she beats herself up over every little thing, and it’s resulted in daily medications and a bi-weekly visit to the psychiatrist. This is something that no one but her mentor, Heatstroke, knows about. One of her exercises is to write out her feelings, so every night, like clockwork, she writes in a journal that she hides under her bed.


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“Steel Shapes”, small, shaped pieces of steel that Jo uses as projectiles. Videogames are her favorite pastime. If she isn’t playing video games, Jo is writing to ease stress. Flirting can be risky, but she loves doing it to most everyone, especially people that have peaked her romantic interest. Animals are the most innocent beings, and Jo feels just as inclined to perform heroic acts for animals as well as humans.

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Thunderstorms are a huge no no, coupling the terrifying, loud sounds with so much electricity. Stereotypes anger her to no end. Her temper isn’t short, but if anything makes her snap, it’s being labeled and put under the stereotype. Not having food terrifies her because she needs so much of it to function.


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    Bi-Lingual: . . .Jo’s mother was born in Spain and migrated here, but spoke both English and Spanish due to her upbringing. She then passed on her knowledge of the two languages to her daughter, and since then, Jo has spoken both of them fluently.
    Silver-Tongue: . . . Sure, Jo’s good looks help her out in certain situations, but it’s really all the charm and wit that comes from her mouth. She’s clever, and has been told that her corny pickup lines are quite charming, so she will continue to use them.
    Selfless: . . . Jo puts others before herself in all situations. Not only because she thinks all life is precious, but also because she thinks all life is more precious than her own. As a result, she throws herself into life and death situations if someone else needs help.

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    Selfless: . . . Being so selfless is not only one of Jo’s strengths, but it’s one of her greatest weaknesses. She always puts herself in anydanger, no matter how great, if any sort of life (that isn’t her own) is at stake.
    Lack of Filter: . . . Jo says whatever she wants to say and that can get her into some real trouble. She constantly gives her opinion, even when it isn’t wanted, so plenty of people find her more annoying than anything else.
    Food Requirements: . . . Jo needs a lot of food to function, so she’s constantly eating. If she’s working out, she’s got some energy bars, if she’s playing games, she’s subconsciously snacking. All of her meals are twice the amount of food a normal human needs to eat. As a result of this immense dependence on food, she also eats whenever she’s especially anxious.


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      Staring: Similar to when she talks, Jo will look at anything she likes for as long as she’d like without understanding if it’s inappropriate or not. So if Jo finds a girl particularly attractive, she will stare and stare and stare without even noticing it.
      Snacking: Food food food! As stated before, Jo needs to eat a lot, so she’s eating almost constantly.
      Writing: Like clockwork, every night, Jo writes in her journal about what happened that day. It was a therapy method given to her by her psychiatrist and it’s become a subconscious behavior.
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      Losing the Ones She Loves: There are very few important people in her life, like her mother, her two brothers, and Heatstroke. If she lost them, the cheap facade known as her mental stability would crumble.

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        Life wasn't exactly great for Jo, but it definitely could have been worse. That was her mentality for years. Bad things happen, but they could be worse. She grew up in a single parent household, but her mother worked hard to support Jo and her two little brothers, Jack and Jace. So when they were kicked out of their house because rent was overdue, Jo just let it roll off her back. Their smaller home wasn't bad, it was just more homey.

        So Jo lived for her routines. Wake up, get ready, walk to school, buy a coffee, attend classes, walk home, get Jack and Jace off the bus, help with their homework, cook dinner, go to bed, repeat. She lived like this until her junior year of high school when one fateful day...

        Jo was on her way home from picking up groceries. The boys would need to be taken off the bus in 20 minutes, but she had just missed the bus. So here she was, her brisk pace implicating just how late she was. Her mind was racing; she despised being late. And if she didn't get home in time, the boys would be alone in the house... Two nine year olds should never be loose in a home unsupervised. The only time Jo slowed her pace to a speed-walk was when she passed the park. Her gaze shifted across the children playing, and she couldn't help but smile. The sun was warm and there was a light breeze... such perfect weather. In fact, she was so lost in it that she almost tripped over a red ball that bounced directly in front of her. She stopped short, and if her hands hadn't been full, she would have picked it up and tossed it back. The toy rolled into the street, and it's owner, a little boy, no more than six, came tumbling after it.

        This road was almost never busy, but someone just had somewhere to be. Jo saw it coming from a mile away; an immense semi going way over the speed limit. She glanced over her shoulder: a sports car? It looked like something far too fancy for her little town. Little did she know that it was a vehicle testing a whole new form of renewable energy that utilized some sort of nuclear power source that repeatedly created kinetic energy.

        At the exact moment the vehicles neared each other, time slowed down. A woman screamed, and Jo didn't care if she broke the eggs in her bag. All she saw was Jack or Jace instead of the little boy. Jo had never been particularly heroic in her life, but right now, this was all that mattered. The plastic bags slipped off her arms, and in a blink, Jo was halfway across the street. Her hands came in contact with the boy's back and shoved him forward. The squealing of tires overpowered her senses.

        Everything was dark. Not because Jo was dead or even knocked out. She was just squeezing her eyes shut so tightly. The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't hurt. Sure, she was on the ground from the impact, but nothing was painful (other than her bum, which she landed on). Once she had mustered up the courage to peel her eyelids apart, she jumped. She wasn’t dead. Jo’s body changed at that exact moment, her atoms mutating and becoming almost elastic. Instead of crushing her, she created a Jo sized dent in both of the trucks. When her body hit the street, she was unharmed. In fact, she felt… great. There was a certain strength in her chest and a tingling in her fingertips.There were people standing around here, ogling. She shifted to look at the grill of the semi which had a rather substantial Jo-sized dent in the front.

        The boy was alright, she was alright, all was well. Except for the fact that her brothers were going to be home alone in the next 15 minutes. Jo pushed her way through the crowd, salvaged what she could from the dropped groceries, and sprinted down the block. She didn't beat the bus; Jo could tell because the door was unlocked. With a sigh, she reached out and twisted the door knob. But when she leaned into the door to push it open, it flew off the hinges.

        There was a lot of trial and error, of course, but after a few weeks, Jo "understood" what had happened. Well, what she could do, at least. When something hit her, as long as it wasn't sharp, her body just... absorbed the energy. It was stored within her until she unleashed it, either through her body or another object. This testing did do a bit of damage to her house, and her school, and some public buildings... Of course he little brothers found out.

        The vigilantism was her brothers’ ideas. But she wouldn’t deny how much she loved the rush of helping someone in need. She could have continued on like this forever if not for a night where Jo bit off a bit more than she could chew and ended up knocking down a whole building. Several people ended up in the hospital, including Jo, who remained in a coma for four days. When she awoke, she was handcuffed to her bed. In fact, she would have gone to jail if not for a mysterious stranger who stepped in and advocated for her. It wasn’t until the car ride back that Jo learned of this woman’s name: Heatstroke.


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Played by: . . . AbsoluteWhisper
Face claim: . . . Amelia Zadro
Sheet by: . . . bombinate
Coding inspo: . . . Achelois
Post Style inspo: . . . SpiritDancer

So begins...

Josephine Kingston's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Gabriel 'Gabe' Ventura Character Portrait: Beatrice Barlow Character Portrait: Lonna Le Fey Character Portrait: Birdie McKnight Character Portrait: Wyatt Whitley Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: Haruto Shimazaki Character Portrait: Aldrel Kryzalki Character Portrait: Selig Fuchs Character Portrait: Dorothy King Character Portrait: Drew Anderson
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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: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Beatrice Barlow Character Portrait: Lonna Le Fey Character Portrait: Wyatt Whitley Character Portrait: Josephine Kingston Character Portrait: Dorothy King
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        “I’m just a bachelor… Looking for a partner… Someone who knows how to ride… Without even falling off… Gugh!” Smooth rnb music echoed throughout the entire gym along with the occasional grunt and huff from Jo. If there had been others training with her, she most certainly would have gotten some complaints about her music choice (especially since the last song that played was “Sexual Healing”), but it was the ass-crack of dawn. Even though many of the young heroes had rigorous training regimes, no one was up at 4 AM. But here was Jo, unable to sleep, so she figured she might as well get in some extra deadlifts and squats. So since she was alone, Jo decided to take advantage of this by playing some of her favorite workout music out loud. Earbuds did the job, but they annoyed her by constantly falling out.

        There was something about rnb, and rap too, the beat makes Jo want to drop everything and just move. It was like she could feel the chorus coming up from the bottom of her stomach, flowing through her veins. So she released the 100 something pound barbell she was deadlifting, it hit the ground with a satisfying thud, and straightened up. Jo couldn’t stop the music from taking over her body; it coursed up her spine like electricity. And before she knew it, she was dancing and singing along. “Girl when I break you off, I promise that you won't want to get off… If you're horny, let's do it! Ride it, my pony! My saddle's waiting! Come and jump on it!”

        “Please tell me you don’t know all the words to this damn song.” A taunting voice caused Jo’s previously relaxed body to go stiff. Before she could come up with some sort of answer or excuse, blood flowed to her cheeks and the tips of her ears, turning them beet red. She whipped around the face her mentor, but got her foot stuck on the edge of the barbell, twisting her ankle and sending her toppling over. Like so many times before, Kara was there to catch her just before she hit the ground. “I’ll take that as a yes. I didn’t know you liked Magic Mike.”

        “I do not!” Jo pushed her off with a huff, still clearly embarrassed. “It’s just… a good song.” She crouched down both to take weight off of her ankle and to start removing the weight plates from the barbell.

        “I didn’t mean to interrupt your little party, I was just wondering if I could join in.” The older woman laughed before jokingly swaying her hips.

        Jo couldn’t help but chuckle. “If Gloomy heard you talking like that, he’d reprimand you again for flirting with your students.” She walked as she talked, putting the weights back on their racks.

        Kara took a heavy seat on one of the benches before continuing their conversation. “You’re the one who made it weird. Why are you up anyways? Don’t you have school tomorrow? Or are you mad that pipsqueak beat you last week so you wanna beef up?”

        “First of all,” Jo was defensive already, “She’s been training for far longer than I have!” She turned to face her mentor once all the equipment was away. “And I couldn’t sleep.”

        “Why?”

        Jo frowned before she even opened her mouth. “Jack is sick. Stomach flu.”

        “What, catch it over the phone?” Although her comment was sarcastic, Kara knew the response that would follow.

        “It doesn’t feel right. I want to help. Mom already has her hands full with work-”

        “Josephine Kingston, look at me.” She complied, of course. “Your mother is a grown woman and can take care of herself. You need to worry about yourself. Have you eaten anything? Probably not, right? Cmon, let’s get you cleaned up and put some breakfast in you. You’ll feel better.”

        “Alright…” Jo grabbed her phone, cutting off “Bump n’ Grind” by R. Kelly, and she scampered after Kara.

        ~ Three-ish hours later ~

        Jo was clean, filled to the brim with pancakes and fresh fruit, and ultimately happy. There was something about talking to Kara that just felt right. It was like talking to someone her own age that was ten times smarter. They made constant idle chit chat as they drove around, nearing the school. Jo was about to convince Kara to just let her stay home, but that dream was crushed by the fact that Kara had a job to go to anyways. Her position as the physics professor and head of the science branch paid well, allowing her to afford the decently nice sportscar that they were cruising around in.

        After parking, the two ladies said their goodbyes and headed in separate directions: Kara to her classroom and Jo to her first lecture. From the moment the professor started talking, Jo was distracted. She couldn’t stop thinking about her family, and a sense of guilt washed over her in waves. She should be there to help them. How could she help the world if she couldn’t help her own family? Jo was so lost in thought that she almost didn’t notice her watch buzzing. Ah, another mission. Let’s see what Gloomy has for us today.
        Like she’d done it millions of times before, Jo slid out of the hall unnoticed and made her way to a rather abandoned supply closet. A subtle press of her thumb to the knob and it unlocked, allowing her to enter and step onto the warp pad.

        Travelling by pad was amazing, but it terrified Jo. What if her powers acted up while she was on one? Would she be torn to pieces? Maybe get ‘ported halfway into a wall… The thought made her shudder. So whenever she warped, Jo stood as still as possible with her eyes squeezed shut.

        “Quantum, member B-0-5.”

        That robotic voice eased her so much, telling her that the warp was over. A quick costume change, and Jo was ready to go, ready for whatever Gloomy had to throw at her. With a quick catching of her breath, Jo pushed into the room, her wide grin spreading before she could stop herself. “Hello little ones! And Raffy.” She tossed a gleeful smile in her fellow 19-year-old’s direction. “What are we doing today, good sir? Beating down some baddies? Saving some kittens from some exceptionally tall trees? Please tell me, the anticipation is killing me!” Jo’s words practically came out in an amused purr as she looked upon their not-so-little leader, Shadow.

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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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      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.”

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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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「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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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.

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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.