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Lonna Le Fey

"I am the fire, I am burning brighter, roaring like a storm, and I am the one I've been waiting for, screaming like a siren, alive and burning brighter."

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

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Fever "I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one I've been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive and burning brighter"

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            Full name: . . . Lonna Le Fey. ..
            Nicknames: . . . Fairy . .. [preferred by the kids she looks after, though she also hears it from anyone who doesn't take her seriously], Ginger . . . [doesn't care much either way with this one]
            Age: . . . 18, June 22nd

            Sexuality: . . . Asexual
            Hometown: . . . Chicago, Illinois
            Mentor: . . . Mind Catcher

            Dialogue colour: . . . #DF0101
            Playlist: . . . Boulevard of Broken Dreams I am the Fire

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      Appearance

        Eye colour: . . . Light blue. . . . . . . . . Hair colour: . . . orange
        Height: . . . 5 ft 5 in, 165.1 cm. . . . . . . . . . . . Weight: . . . 123 lbs.

        Everyday appearance: . . .
        Lonna wears pretty much whatever she can find and whatever is practical. She's never lived in a world where she had much choice, so typically it changes; from a plaid shirt and shorts to a black turtle neck and black jeans.
        Some things that never change are her shoes, simple and worn running shoes and her jean jacket which is looking a little too worn. Her hair is preferred down and straight, though she'll wrap it up a long ponytail when preparing for hard work. She bears an amateur tattoo of a red "x" on the inside of her wrist, something that has become known as her symbol and those who bear it as well are under her protection. The amulet that is the source of her power, is welded into her skin at her solar plexus.

        Hero appearance: . . .
        Anonymity and staying hidden is Fever's greatest concern because if someone were to find her body while she was possessing someone else, she would have no defense and no way to protect herself. To help with this she wears black leggings and a black, long-sleeved shirt; over top of that she wears a black wrap that falls to her knees and has a hood that can cover her entire face. Underneath the wrap she wears bullet-resistant body armor. She wears black, running shoes that weigh nothing, to keep her moving fast when she needs to get the hell out of dodge. The most noticeable aspect of Fever is not the amulet, as that stays hidden and out sight from prying fingers, but the mask she wears. It's a simple white,
        full face mask, but there's a broken hole around the right eyes and the left eye is covered with a small screen that can detect heat.



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    Possession: . . .She possess the body of another human and control their actions completely. The way she does this is her soul has to leave her body, making herself appear to be dead, while it travels into another human beings body. Two souls sharing a body causes an internal fight, so when she leaves the other person's body it is left feverish; the longer she is in another's body the higher the fever will be that the person is left with. Though at the moment Lonna can only control speech and keep the person from moving at the moment, she hasn't yet been able to control another's actions while possessing them.

    Limitations: . . . If Lonna gets too emotional, loses focus, or is pulled back into her body by an outside force, her soul will return to her own body too quickly and leave her with a fever of 106. If she is gone from her own body too long, it's functions and organs will start to slowly shut down. The amulet is not only the source of her power, but also a part of her soul now. If the amulet is removed Lonna will be burned alive. If the person she wants to possess is far away it's harder for her to gain entrance into their body, making her soul rejected and forcefully placed back into her own body (inciting a fever). When her soul enters another's body, she fights with that soul for control, this makes it so that it's easiest when the soul is unconscious, unaware,
    or inebriated, but if the person is awake and aware it's very possible that her soul will lose and have to return to her own body; this isn't something that can be learned through, it's how her ability works and how it will always work.


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        Lonna is immediately noticed for her quiet and emotionless disposition. She is very reserved, standing by herself in the back of groups; arms either crossed over her or hands in her pockets, head down. She hardly smiles or at least genuine smiles, is hardly seen crying, no ones seen her flushed with anger, just a stone cold expression and unwavering gaze that seems to look into others' souls. This initial view of Lonna is correct, but it's not all. What isn't noticed about Lonna very much is the hard-work and resilience. To complete the goal, Lonna will often keep working long after everyone has given up or gone to bed, she won't say a word about her hard work, but the work will just suddenly be done one day and Lonna will be hiding in her bed asleep. She gives everything her all, believing that hard work does pay off and if not immediately it will eventually show its rewards. She is also one that isn't to be knocked down for long. She can get sick for a week or more then the day she is considered better she'll be back working like nothing has happened, if you push her down she'll just get back up again and keep going as if you weren't there at all. She's good at ignoring her own pain, pretending as if nothing happened or that nothing is wrong and because of this she often burns herself out. It's not uncommon to find Lonna sleeping in odd places and so deeply that no one can wake her, so if you don't see her work, or working, one might think she was one of the laziest person they have ever seen.

        Because of her past of surviving on very little, Lonna can be a bit of a hoarder when it comes to food and water and gets very defensive if someone were to mooch from her stash. She'd be pissed enough that that person would experience a horrible case of cold, fury revenge. This is how Lonna operates, she won't say anything is wrong to a person's face, nor would she start a fight, she pulls tricks that exact her revenge, tricks that can hit a person out of the blue and wondering what they did wrong. She's been alone for so long that she doesn't know how to communicate very well, confronting someone about something they did wrong, asking for help, telling others her plans; these are all things that she doesn't know how to do and because she doesn't know she avoids them. No one knows what she is thinking, feeling, or up to because she doesn't tell them, even if they ask, they'll maybe get a sarcastic and snarky response instead of an answer. Even with a sense of revenge, Lonna doesn't dwell on the past for long; mistakes she's made she hasn't thought about for years, mistakes that others have made against her have been forgiven or taken care of immediately; for her dwelling on the past is getting stuck and useless, what she likes is to focus on the present and future, what needs to be fixed now, what can be worked towards, not how something should have been fixed. Anyone who does dwell on the past, she finds to be rather foolish.

        Lonna walks to the beat of her own drum, there was so much judgement and little guidance around her that now it's completely useless. She's learned to block both out and now sees guidance as judgement that what she's doing is wrong. This is why she can't follow authority or rules very well. It's just a reminder that she isn't doing the "correct" thing, that she's "wrong". She has a very blurred sense of what is right and wrong; to her if it's for survival then it can't possible be wrong,
        though she does have a sense of morality for younger children and especially those that are alone like she was. Though she wants to learn about her ability and get better at controlling it, so she is trying to learn and listen to authority, but it isn't easy for her when her initial instinct is do what needs to be done; cheating, lying,
        stealing are all things that don't phase her morality. Though when someone else is infringing on another's survival is when it becomes a problem that she feels the need to stand up; stealing food from the hungry or money from the poor, these things are not okay and she will go out of her way to "serve justice" to these the people who commit these crimes.


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Freshly baked bread, it's filling and warm, and no other smell can entice her quite like bread in the oven; silence and darkness it's what she works best in, the silence helps her focus on what needs to be done and the darkness makes her feels safe, knowing she's hidden from others sight; solitary, she's felt alone her whole life and that's how she knows to function, too many people makes her anxious that something is going to go horribly wrong, but by herself she trusts that the chances of succeeding are great; community it's what she's bee working towards, building a community that acts like a family, where everyone takes care of one another,
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Mornings, she really is not a morning person because of how much she burns herself out, sleeping in is true bliss and being woken up may deserve a bit of revenge; complaining, when she does it is even worse than someone else,
but she hates complaining, she believes that if it bothers you enough that you're complaining then you should be fixing it not trying persuade someone else to,
not trying to raise pity for yourself, just do it; Loud music, she's all for getting lost in music, but she finds the loud music is nothing more than attention seeking and a bit ridiculous. Why not just send a flare up that your there? It'd be easier. Social media, like loud music she just sees it as being attention getting and a flare of where you are, but also very self centered, in the time it takes deal with social media one could have actually finished something productive, a goal, helping someone else, work that needs to get done.


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    Unblinking Focus: . . . After years of training her focus, Lonna is able to hold one thought for hours through loud noises and bustling streets
    Problem solving: . . . also known as 'Creative problem solving', she is able to look at a problem or an end goal and always find a means to get there. This isn't to say that the way she solves a problem is particularly ethical, but she can always, always find a way to get the job done and done in a timely manner
    Perceptive: . . . Because of her unwavering gaze and her ability dealing with souls, she has an easy time reading other people; their emotions, their thoughts, body language, telling signs (particularly when someone is lying)

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    Untrusting: . . . She hardly trusts anyone, she doesn't put her faith in anything except her own abilities because of this is partly why she doesn't tell anyone anything and goes along with her own plans instead of following the one that's been laid out; making her a bit of a wild card
    Doesn't know limits: . . . She has always pushed the limits, in others and in herself. If it's in herself one can see it in how she burns herself out and gets sick more often than she should; in others she'll push their limits on their thoughts of her, straining their relationship or pushing the limits on what she is allowed to do and can get away with.
    Assumption: . . . She doesn't question her ability in reading people and really doesn't care to take the time in getting to know someone, so she often ends up assuming things about a situation or a person without confirming if it's true. Once she thinks that she has it pegged, it's going to be hard pressed to try and get her to admit she was wrong and change her mind.

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      Says the first thing that comes to her mind, she has little filter when it comes to talking, she'll say her mind, especially saying her mind in an off-putting, snarky, sarcastic way
      Covering her head to sleep, she can't sleep unless at least her head is covered, it makes her feel hidden and safe; preferably she'd like to be completely covered, but if there isn't enough to cover all of her, her head is the main bit
      Staring, she doesn't just stare without a purpose, if she is staring at someone or something it's because they/it are on her mind in someone way, that she's trying to figure something out with them/it as a key player.
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      Being Weak, She fears showing weakness in any way, she wants to show the world she can do it all, that she doesn't need its help, but if she fails, if she shows that she needs help then she fears her past catching up to her, that all of it was for nothing, that she can't do anything and it all was just a big joke on her
      Her amulet, she doesn't know why this inanimate object was able to give her the ability to possess people, but she has a sinking feeling that it isn't good, especially since it was at the center of a cult summoning; she worries that whatever is inside this amulet is taking advantage of her or will consume her completely

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      History

        Lonna grew up on the streets, her parents were deadbeats who didn't really care for her. She only stayed with them because she had a bed there, but she took care of herself almost her whole life, with the occasional neighbor checking in on her. She has always had a problem with authority and rules having learned over the years that if she had, she would be in a far worse situation than she is now. Her logic is that if it's to help you survive then why is it wrong? This lead to her to steal, cheat, trespass, and lie to get the food and money she needed to stay alive. She would even manipulate people into giving her what she wanted. When she was in school, she was the bully, and all of these reasons are why she was expelled before she reached high school; she just crossed the line one too many times.

        She was twelve when she first developed her abilities. She had trespassed onto some local gangsters' territory, only they weren't gangsters at all, but an underground cult. Lonna, while looking to steal, caught them in the middle of summoning, though even now Lonna doesn't know for what. What she did know while watching them, was that the amulet in the middle looked expensive, enough to be sold and buy food for a good month. So she watched, watched as they dripped blood on the amulet, watched as they chanted in a language she had never heard before and performed their ritual. It wasn't until the end and when they put the amulet away that she sneaked down and stole it. She was almost caught, but managed to squeeze through enough holes to get away. That night the amulet, which she hid under her clothes, welded into her skin and her soul was momentarily released. The next morning she woke with a dangerously high fever and she only went to the hospital when one of her neighbors came to check on her as they so often did. It was two weeks before Lonna was release from the hospital and when she was, her parents were not happy about the amount of medical bills she had racked and forced her to find the money to pay for them or else she would have been kicked out.

        However, being so young, Lonna didn't make the connection between her soul freeing experience and the fever and she would spend the next three years attempting to do it again. Her parents were beginning to think that the fever was a symptom of something bigger because of how often she had gotten it. Then when she had learned how to return her soul to her body safely without threat of fever, she discovered she could possess others. Suddenly, many people within her building were becoming sick with a fever. At sixteen, Lonna finally became fed up with her living situation and ran away, as well as wanted to help others like her. It is her plan to one day carve out her own bit of territory to provide a better living situation for kids. It seemed to the public around Lonna that the fever followed her and so rumors and suspicions began to form around her, mostly among the lower classes of Chicago. Some of these rumors are close to the truth, while others are too outlandish to be believed. The rumors also contained a bit of local hero potential, she was the one saving the kids from becoming what they had so often, she was starting to give them a chance of a true family.

        Now at eighteen, Lonna has started work on her plan, she has three kids under her care already and they have a room in an old warehouse for themselves. This is when one of the Wardens caught wind of her and found where she was staying. However, she had been out and when she came back, she discover a stranger in her "territory". Not being able to forcibly remove him with her powers, she managed to slam the door on him. This was not the end of it, one of the local gangsters had found her spot and thought her so small and an easy target to take what little she had away from her. It wasn't looking good, though Lonna had managed to get the guy away from the kids, she was taking a beating, the Marauder who had come to her before showed up again and with his help, Lonna was able to fight the guy off.
        Though it made her realize just how unprepared she was to set her own territory and how she knew very little about her powers. The Marauder offered his deal again, to join the New Guardians and he would help teach her more about how to further. This time she agreed, it has only been about nine months that she has been with the New Guardians and so far when the scholarship has been offered, she has refused to going to school.


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Played by: . . . Fredalice
Face claim: . . . Molly Quinn
Sheet by: . . . bombinate
Coding inspo: . . . Achelois

So begins...

Lonna Le Fey's Story

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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.

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Character Portrait: Raphael Pavesi Character Portrait: Beatrice Barlow Character Portrait: Lonna Le Fey Character Portrait: Wyatt Whitley Character Portrait: Dorothy King
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Lonna curled in tighter, her over-sized sweatshirt wrapped around her head, as she slept on a couch. She had had a late night of organizing what needed to be prepared for the winter for the kids she was watching over. Ever since she had joined The New Guardians, Lonna would inconsistently switch between sleeping at the little warehouse room which was considered her "territory" in Chicago and the main base. Often the only time she slept at the main base was because she was utilizing the many databases that it provided for her work and it would get to be too late for her to go anywhere else. Even then, she didn't always make it to "her" room before passing out, much like last night. This made sure that her room pretty much looked as if no one lived there.

Strewn around her in a very disorderly fashion were charts, numbers, graphs, and lists of all kinds. All of the different data said the same thing, there was too much to do to get ready for a Chicago winter. Where they were didn't have heating of any kind, windows would need to be board up and insulated as best they could be, being inside meant it wasn't prudent to have an open fire, they needed a better place to store enough food, more blankets and clothes, and, though it didn't have anything to do with winter, they needed better security as well.

All this information whirled around Lonna's mind, even in sleep. Her dream, or rather nightmare, consisted of watching the kids freeze and starve while gangs around the city worked on pounding down the door.

She woke with a start, much earlier than she had meant to wake up, and there was no hope of getting back to sleep.

Begrudgingly, she stumbled her way over to the kitchen area; hair disheveled, eyes squinting and red. She opened the fridge, pulling together a large breakfast of eggs, toast, tea, and fruit. In a lot of ways, Lonna felt guilty being able to eat like this when the kids she was looking after were still scavenging. Though she often made fridge raids from the base to take to them, she still felt it wasn't enough.

The red head was in the midst of eating when the device that Mind Catcher, as she didn't know her mentor's real name giving him the nickname MC^2, had given her, started beeping. This only happened when they were called to a mission. Lonna felt her head almost hit the counter top with full force as she groaned and listened to the broadcast. "New Guardians, report to home base immediately. This is a priority mission, everyone is required."

"Hear ya loud and clear," Lonna answered back in a very disgruntled tone. She finished snarfing down her food just as Raphael came running through to change. Lonna shook her head and made her way to her own room where, really the only possession of hers inside, her outfit was and changed into it; wrapping the dark cloth around her like a cloak and pulling on the broken mask.

When she was ready she walked over to where Shadow, Dusk, Aeolus, The Patriot, and Golden Girl stood. Though, Fever herself, stood a little further away from the group, Shadow acknowledged she was there with a simple nod. No words needed.
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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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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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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.”

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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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Michi hit the ground with a hard thud as he knocked her off balance. Another round of sparring, another round that Eun had won. While she should've been heading to school at that point, she had instead decided to spend some time training with her mentor. As she was pulling herself up he crouched down to her eye level. "Come on now, you're usually better than this," Eun mocked before standing up fully again "if you ask me, it seems like little maus is getting soft." Her only response was a glare, the irritation from her multiple loses starting to put her on tilt, and Eun mocking her surely didn't help things. She brought herself onto her feet now, watching as he walked over to a small table at the far end of his home gym. "How about a little break?" He said before tossing her a water bottle and towel. She caught them both with ease.

As he turned around to grab his own, Michi stuck her tongue out at him.

After practically chugging the whole water bottle in one go, she sat down in the middle of the gym to wipe the sweat off her face and pull the stray strands of hair back into her loose pony tail. Despite the fact that the comment made her upset, Eun was correct. She was being particularly clumsy today, he was simply taking notice of that and using it to his advantage. Michi cursed herself. He had been generous and decided to give her less rigorous daily training that usual, and she was messing it up.

From across the room Eun had seemingly picked up on this and walked over to sit directly in front of Michi. "Don't beat yourself up about it, Michi. You're allowed to be absolutely shit at training on some days, especially when fighting someone as perfect as me. The only thing you have to do now is push through it and get back on your feet."

Michi gave him the blankest face that she could possibly muster, "Only you would think that a statement like that would actually be encouraging." He smirked slightly before standing up again.

"Now-"

Eun was interrupted by the incessant beeping of the watch situated on Michi's arm. "New Guardians, report to home base immediately. This is a priority mission, everyone is required."

At once, Michi stood up, only for Eun to put a loose hand on her shoulder. "How about one more round of sparring?"

"Do you not understand the words "immediately" and "priority"?" Michi said, the harsh phrase spoken in a tone that indicated a different connotation.

"Hmm, I do. But I think you can afford to be just a little bit late."

Michi rolled her eyes. She knew better than to listen to him, but a side of her still wanted to prove that she could best him in a match. And much to her dismay, that side of her was a little bit more persuasive than the other. "Fine, one more round."

Eun gave a toothy smile, right before throwing a quick jab towards her.


Täuschung. Member B-1-4

Michi arrived in her almost stark white outfit, quickly surveying the room that the others had gathered in. She noticed that Shadow was no longer present. She also took note of the fact that it seemed she had missed the briefing about their mission, and silently cursed Eun for convincing her to do one last round of sparring. (She won't admit it, but in truth she convinced herself.) "Apologies for being late., an announcement she made to the others before she swiftly headed into the room. Turning towards Dusk, she asked "Can you summarize the information that I missed?"

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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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Fever watched from her spot in the back of the group as the others walked in one by one, mostly from school she figured; a torture she had elected not to inflict upon herself evidently, though Mind Catcher tried his best to persuade her to go. She had gone through enough of high school before being expelled to understand what a pain it was.

Having been with the team for nine months, Fever found that there were really only a select few member she would actually want to be around. Wyatt, a.k.a The Patriot, was alright in her books; he shared the same work ethic as she did which earned him quite a bit of respect and his baking was incredible. Dusk was sweet enough to offer her help with her hand to hand combat skills, Mind Catcher was only able to give her so much practice with having a day job to work at, and it saved her the humiliation of having to ask someone herself. Raf was about the only one that Fever would feel comfortable enough actually calling a friend. He was quiet and with no pretense, she felt no pressure to "entertain" or "speak up" around him, she could easily be around him without saying a word which was much more in her comfort zone. Though with these few connections, there was a part of Fever, that could help but wonder if she was not meant to be in this group, after all most of them either didn't know, didn't want to know her, or couldn't stand her. She knew that a team needed to trust one another and, in some way or another, like each other; Fever didn't fit into that with a majority of the team. An observation that was hard not to notice.

Her thoughts were pulled away from this as Shadow stood at the front and started playing a video and the current chaos in Tunisia. Fever watched passively, her blank expression only being covered by the mask that she wore. Then he switched to a particular building, further away from the action than she would have initially suspected. It was a lab building owned by a company called "Wasp", Fever vaguely wondered if that was possibly an acronym for something or held a special meaning.

When Shadow finished he sent more detailed information to each New Guardian member. Fever noticed through the corner of her eye that Birdie was already swiping through everything with enthusiastic speed, like she did everything that had to do with technology. Team Gamma, the team that she was placed into, were starting to gather, so Fever quietly made her way over herself. In the briefing that Shadow had sent each of them, he had highlighted the better places for her to hide her body; some were outside the facility while others were inside. Fever contemplated each option carefully. If she were to take one of the options outside the facility she would have an easier time not only getting in but getting away afterward if things went wrong, however it was much closer to where team Alpha and Beta were set up which would mean a greater chance of someone slipping by and get to her. The spots inside the facility would be harder and take longer for her to get into an out of meaning if they needed to get out fast there would be a greater chance of her being unable to make it out, however it would be closer to the rest of her team and would ensure that teams Alpha and Beta could focus on just that instead of keeping anyone away from her team as well as her, being broken off from her team. Shadow had also sent her a short profile on a guard that would be inside the building, according to the bio information, he was a pretty high-level guard making any security information easy grabs for her.

"Ghost, be sure to hack the coms of this guard, I'll be able to feed you any information he knows through there and keep a lookout, it looks like he's mostly stationed either outside that final door we need to go through or a couple hallways down," Fever said showing her teammate the profile of the guard she was talking about. Fever wouldn't tell anyone, in case it didn't work out, but she had been practicing with Mind Catcher on actually controlling the movements of people. Thus far, she found it was at least possible if it was a movement that was natural to the body already, such as walking up and down a hallway or swinging a key card. However, there was still a good chance she wouldn't be able to do this, so she figured best not invite that to be a vital part of the plan.
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"This is going to be so much fun!" Dusk mutters again as she gravitates towards the other members of team gamma, her gazing memorising the layout of the Wasp facility, noting various Bea-sized vents to climb through, counting exits, and already planning a route into the bowels of the building. Shadow had kindly marked various parts of the facility - security measures, a communication room, and most importantly the general area their target occupied, whatever said target was. It would be up to Team Gamma to navigate their way there, overcoming any obstacles marked on the blueprint and any which differed from the holographic plans before her. Beatrice had been on more than one mission where carefully laid plans had had to be altered at the last minute thanks to previously unknown rooms and building layouts offering up surprises. It was more fun like that, really.

While open fighting such as team alpha and beta would be undertaking might appeal to the young hero at times - there was nothing more exhilarating than throwing yourself at opponents and triumphantly knocking them unconscious - the task of infiltration and information recovery was much more Dusk's speed. She nodded in welcome to Täuschung, before her gaze came to rest upon the hacking genius standing with them. Dusk nodded her understanding at Ghost's request, before cocking her head and listening to Fever. There were a lot of variables in their mission; what if there were guards not drawn outside the facility to fight? What if the layout was different? What if Ricochet or Vasile happened to be guarding their target? Yet, the New Guardians had trained for situations like this, and Dusk had been training since she was a kid to take on the unknown. Okay, technically Shadow believed in entering situations where you knew as much intel as possible, but he'd taught her to think on her feet. Bea doubts she'd be standing her today if she hadn't learned.

"Ghost pretty much got it in one." Dusk chirped at Tauschung with a grin, "Shadow should have sent you information. We'll be infiltrating Wasp labs to get some mysterious thing, and then getting out before whoever runs Wasp labs can call for reinforcements." Dusk nods towards the screens of the communication desk that Shadow had just been using. On one of the smaller screens the live action fight between Echo and several Wardens was still on going. "Shadow wants us to get in and out quickly while the rest of the world is watching that."

Putting a small red mark on Dusk's version of the facility blueprints, she pointed to the blinking light that now hung over one of the facility's entrances; a small, back door which would hopefully offer the easiest and least noticeable entrance inside. "I reckon we go inside here, find Ghost her server room, Fever somewhere secure to pass out, and then continue down to our target." Dusk suggested happily, even as other possible plans appeared and were waved away in her head, "Ghost, you think you'll be able to get into their security system too? Mess with the cameras and locked doors? Then Fever's guard can helps us get into anywhere else. Tauschung, do you think you can cast illusions over us? Block us from view of anyone walking by? Maybe even keep Fever's body under and illusion depending on the distance? Should mean we can get in and out without being seen. Hopefully."

Dusk was aware that she was rambling, offering up suggestions that might all turn to nothing when they reach their destination. But, she was excited. "We run into any guards inside, I'll try and take 'em out first, but ideally we'll be able to avoid them."

Dusk's hands patted down her utility belt, double checking that any and all tools necessary for espionage were in place, not to mention the compartment of chocolate buttons she'd packed a few days ago to 'keep her energy up'. Shadow had thought them unnecessary. Clearly he'd never been on a mission with cramps.

"Ghost, you think you can keep out comms open while we're in there? Dusk checked the time, 2 minutes left until departure. The hero smiled at her teammates, possessing every confidence that together they'd be able to get in and out with no problems. "Anyone wanna add anything else?"

The setting changes from New York City, NY to Wasp Labs, Tunisia

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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.

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  1. Random fact, but for anyone who was curious, Täuschung means deception in German. o7

    by SpiritDancer
  2. It could also mean "mistake, error", "deceit", "delusion" and "illusion"

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Täuschung nodded at the explanations given to her by both Ghost and Dusk, mulling over the information in her head. Theoretically, they shouldn't have any problem pulling the mission off, but situations always had an unhealthy habit of taking a turn for the worse. There were always factors that couldn't be controlled, and those factors can either work in their favor or work against them.

From the information that Shadow had sent her, the possibility that either Ricochet or Vasile could be there was one of those very factors. Although she was quite confident in her and her teams abilities, if either one of the two were guarding the target it could quickly turn what should've been a simple mission into something much more difficult. It would do more damage than simply throwing a wrench into their plans. She would be lying if she hadn't felt some anxiety growing in the very depths of her stomach, sending a spark of unease through her.

Michi's illusions were useful, but sometimes she found herself wishing that they worked more similarly to Ghost's invisibility. Instead, they required a lot of attention to detail. It wasn't as simple as making someone invisible, but more akin to throwing a green screen over them and mimicking the surrounding area on the screen. In a area with homogeneous surroundings it was easy, but it quickly became more taxing the more detail she had to add, especially if there were any moving items she had to mimic. If done poorly it could easily start to warp and waver, an illusion that wouldn't fool anybody.

Their time to discuss plans was quickly over, and soon team alpha had been teleported to their destination. Team beta followed, and soon it was team gamma's time to step up to the teleportation pads.

In milliseconds they were taken from New York to Tunisia, the suddenness of it all always a little bit jarring, but Täuschung quickly adapted and glanced around to take in their surroundings. The trees gave them a decent amount of cover, to anyone passing by it's likely they wouldn't see them unless they knew what to look for.

Although she only caught the back end of it, there was an unmistakable sound of metal clashing against metal. The distraction teams had already started on their part, and soon team gamma would be infiltrating the facility. She quickly went over the plan in her head on more time. They had the near perfect team for the job, even in the worse case scenario.

Täuschung drew in a deep breath, emptying herself of all previous anxieties. This was going to be a successful mission, she was going to try her damn hardest to make sure it was. Nodding at Dusk's question, as soon as she began to cut through the fence she was mentally prepared to throw up an illusion at a moments notice. Already she could feel the serum beginning to enter her veins and make its way through her body, as if it could sense that she was about the use her abilities.