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Edward

"There always can only be one king in a army."

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a character in “Project Dragonfly || Remaster”, as played by Phantom's Sword

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NO GAME NO LIFE
{"The true test of a man's character is when he's on the top."}




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| I D E N T I T Y |
M-05-2000-US: 3542
| A L I A S |
Edward Hunter
| G E N D E R |
Male
| R O L E |
Strategist
| F A C E C L A I M |
Sora | Nah Game Nah Life
| A G E|
23
| S H E E T|
Cutup




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| T H E G O O D |
Calm - Edward always had a rather calm aura to him, on the battlefield or anywhere else. He never submitted to emotions and always did things with a smirk on his face.
Analytical - Though Edward is anything but quiet when he's in this state, sometimes, Edward just glances at people, smiles, and glances at his next target.
Charismatic - Edward always had a certain type of charm to him, letting of an atmosphere of confidence. His words are very inspiring to most, as he knows what to say to specific people to bring them to his side
Confident - As this is a hidden prerequisite to do this job, Edward has faith in his abilities as a tactician and public speaking.
Witty - Edward is quite intelligent, and can think of responses and comments quickly and effectively.

|T H E B A D |
Lazy - Edward is an expert of doing the bare minimum, falsely quoting that he's "conserving his energy for real problems", he doesn't put any focus on what is happening in front of him and only thinks of what will happen next.
Very Behind - Edward isn't very aware of what is happening beyond his little sphere, new inventions that are probably, most likely not new will surprise him like a child seeing a toy for the first time.
Smart-Ass - He's a dick, and loves making and watching people get angry, though Edward only resorts to words that will only affect people on the short-term to avoid any conflicts within the group.
Persuasive - Edward only makes an effort to comfort or help people if it will benefit him and his world-vision, perfectly choosing words to do this effectively.
Messiah-kind-of-complex - Edward refers to everyone as pawns. Though he does see himself as a king, he know he can't do everything by himself. Edward still has a cocky attitude towards other members of his group, resolving in people not having confidence in his schemes.

| S E X U A I L T Y |
Asexual

| L I K E S |
✦Video Games/Games in general
✧Instant Ramen
✦Anything that permits him not to walk
✧Sleep
✦Books
| D I S L I K E S|
✦Physical Activity
✧People that don't listen
✦Work
✧Loud Noises
✦Animals
| F E A R S |
✦All Alone - Edward hates the thought of having to tackle a challenging task all by himself, even if he says it's a one man job
✧Spiders - Ew.
✦Heights - Edward always hated being high up, looking from a 100 story building is very unappealing.

| S T R E N G T H S |
Analyzer - Edward can look at the strengths and weaknesses of his teammates and enemies effectively
Tactics/Strategies - As the resident "smart person" of the group, Edward is skilled at what he does.
Language - Edward is very linguistic, being able to speak over 20 major languages and can learn a language in only a week

| W E A K N E S S E S |
Physical Stuff - Edward isn't very athletic, the organization forced him to train a bit, he can run at a reasonable pace, but it any areas involving fighting, he's at a loss.
Overbearing - With a combination of Edward loving to make people angry and his charisma, it can and will make people uncomfortable.
Untrustworthy - Edward's plans are always the most un-sensible on paper, but are almost always the best solution, people tend to lose trust in him just by looking at his strategy.



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| H A I R C O L O R |
Brown

| E Y E C O L O R |
Orange

| T A T T O O S/ M A R K I N G S |
Tattoo near his collarbone, left shoulder-blade.

| W E I G H T |
156 lbs

| H E I G H T |
6'1




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| C A R E E R |
Unemployed, Thanks to his powers, he can go to casinos and get cash there steadily, but is accused of cheating often.

| H O B B I E S |
Gambling
Video games
Reading

| B I O |
As Edward was born into the world, there was something wrong, specifically in his brain area, they thought of it as a disease and quickly abandoned him. As he was put into an orphanage, the keepers were told that he was mentally disabled, but as he grew up, that seemed to not be the case. He was very open, his language skills were a step above the rest and was very intelligent, locking out his superiors and hiding the key in their pocket before it happened. A certain organization heard about a talented boy, and recruited him to join the program. Edward never liked the training, as it required the thing known as physical labor. So after convincing the higher ups, he was allowed to focus on mental training above physical. At age 14, Edward was exceptional at what he did, and thanks to his expertise, he was allowed to act as a strategist of a rather experienced team. Since he wasn't physically able, he stayed at the base and communicated with them, using his power and mental ability to assist his teammates. It was all good, for a short while, the team was filled with people that thought they could do it all by themselves, and listening to a 14 year old wasn't the most appealing use of time. He was often ignored and that eventually killed his whole team in the process. Edward himself wasn't blamed for the incident, but wasn't allowed to continue for being "inept".

Right now, Edward is unemployed, but with money in his pockets thanks to his ability, but long ago, maybe they decided to give a second chance to the work-hating, controller holding strategist, the one who has no intention of killing his new team, but his plots make it seem that way.




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| D E S C R I P T I O N |
Edward has the ability the look in 3 different perspectives. All around him extending up to 10 feet, Edward can't look beyond 10 feet, but can look all around him, any movement in a 10 feet radius will be seen by him. Edward can look from the sky, top down from his own location, being able to see the battlefield from above. Edward's last setting of sight is being able to see from the perspectives of others, extending to up to 5 people that allow him to see from their point of view. Edward can also combine these abilities, preferably the 3rd one with the 1st or 2nd. An example being that he can see the 360 perspective of someone else, but will suffer both side effects of the abilities at the same time.

| W E A K N E S S E S |
Each one of his 3 settings have an effect on him, the 1st one will make him feel heavily dizzy spanning to an hour after using it for over 30 minutes, making him unable to walk and the ground feeling like it's "moving". The 2nd one will cause him to be unable to move or speak for an hour after 30 minutes of use and the 3rd setting will make him unable to see from his own perspective after 30 minutes of use. In other words, he's blind for an hour.

| S K I L L S|
Strategist/Tactician.
Skilled at video games.
Skilled at public speaking and influencing individuals.
Skilled linguist.



So begins...

Edward's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vincent Character Portrait: Olsen Character Portrait: Dani Hunter Character Portrait: Cadence Character Portrait: Iris Character Portrait: Edward Character Portrait: Elliott Bishop Character Portrait: Daddy Flynn Character Portrait: Mirabelle Pelletier Character Portrait: Persephone Character Portrait: Muse U. Hunter Character Portrait: Lillian "Lilith" Fornost Character Portrait: Alexandra "Alex" Mason

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It was a quiet Saturday morning, more like time for lunch but since Vincent had not felt like getting out of bed when he woke up the first time he was still in there. It was not because he was tired, it was more like his whole body was protesting so he was not that urged to move. He felt a bit bruised, most likely because he had got a bit beaten up at yesterday’s mission. Still there was no bruise to be found on his body, it was only a play of his mind - since he was aware of the fact that he had gotten extreme amounts of metal in him. The part that was the worst was getting them out of the healed wounds however, because that was not something the body did by itself and sometimes the projectiles do get stuck in there. The operations to get them out was not something Vincent would recommend to anyone. It was mostly ripping the metal out of his body before the opening had closed up again. And now he felt exhausted after spending the first hours of the night on the operation table.

But after a couple of more moments of hiding his face in the softness of the pillow he crawled out of bed like a sloth. When he was done stretching out his stiff body, waking up the somewhat completely naked body before he even consider dressing himself. But hey, it was his room and no one was allowed to enter it like he avoided to enter the other rooms as well.

As the body started to loosen up he stepped over to his closet and started to dress up. But the only thing he actually put on was his usually black jeans while he only took out a white t-shirt and the leather jacket so he could carry them with him out of the room. Sure they shared a big house, these so called "siblings", but no there wasn't bathrooms attached to every room and that was why Vincent walked around bare chested inside the house without even the slightest shame.

It wasn't a long way from his room to one of the bathrooms and when he was inside he took that much needed shower before dressing up completely. As he left the room he couldn't help but notice that someone had tampered with the decor so as he walked pass it he fixed it. It had to look like it usually did, no exception. When done he went down the stairs and even if there was people around the house he didn't bother with greeting them, like the nice and friendly person he was. He just walked inside the living room over to the bookshelf and started to inspect the content. Controlling that it still was the way he had left them before going away on the mission, this was not his books it was those the whole family shared. Or you could call it a cover and things the organization had left them so that they had things to play around with when they weren't working. But in Vincent’s mind all of these was his and his only. No one could screw up his order, he had made it all so pretty.

But he had no intention to read anything this day, just check that Flynn hadn’t been there touching Vincent’s books. No, he had something else to do today. Gardening. The garden had looked dreadful yesterday when they came home, at least in Vincent’s opinion. Other than that Vincent also believed that he had been indoors for too long by now - in his opinion. As long as it wasn't too sunny outside he preferred to be outdoors anyway, more space between him and the other's then. More space for him to be alone in. Inside the house it was almost impossible not to have people breathing down his neck if not being locked up inside his personal room, which wasn’t too fun after a while.

As he walked out through the door he glanced slightly upwards, a cloudy day. A perfect day. He walked over to the shed to collect the things he needed before he crouched down beside his favorite flowerbed, the one with the reddest roses of them all, and started to work.

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Character Portrait: Iris Character Portrait: Edward

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As the great king awoke, it is as if poker chips spun around his head. Edward cracked the various joints in his body, in tangent with a glorious yawn. Edward twisted his head from side to side. Edward felt a bit dizzy, his head wasn't even able to sit straight with wobbling about. He waited for his eyes to adjust, it wasn't blurry, it was just a dark shade of nothing. After a while of sitting on his bed like an emotionless bobble head, he remembered. He's blind!

Blind for the time being, after continuous use of his power, the side effects seemed to sink in. During the mission, he didn't use his powers for that long, only 20 minutes to look through a couple of his teammates perspectives and around them as well. Edward wasn't even on the front-lines, himself being in the comfort of the base with a speaker. The nausea and loss of sight should most likely last for only a half hour, but just sitting there aimlessly would be a sorry use of time. Edward threw off the covers and set off on his glorious conquest!

This glorious conquest became the worst mistake of the morning. As he tried to get up, he quickly felt the feeling of being on a airplane doing 360 front-flips. This making him fall flat on his side. If his rather obnoxious yawn/scream didn't wake anyone up, the thud of his great fall would. It also didn't help that Edward's messy tendencies left a "few" books on the floor. Edward falling headfirst in his copy of à L'Aventure: An Introduction to French Language and Francophone Cultures . After wincing for a couple of minutes, Edward just laid there, defeated, discouraged and with a lot of pain coming from the side of his noggin.

The side effects soon subsided, it feeling like it took a lot longer than usual, but Edward didn't feel any better. As Edward pondered the reason the effects lasted way longer than it should, he remembered. After the mission, Edward went to go "work", consisting of using his power for looking at peoples hands while at the poker table. Maybe it was because he always said all in at the right times, the smirk and the confidence coming off from the young man or maybe it was because he never lost. The casino caught on, and to save their reputation, accused Edward of cheating and banned him from setting foot inside again. Edward promptly yelling as he was thrown out. "It's not called cheating, it's called thinking outside the box!", which didn't exactly help his case.

As Edward got up from his exceedingly messy floor, he changed into a yellow T-shirt and jeans. Since Edward was lifted from his curse of blindness, his room came into full view. It and it's untidy glory! Language books lying everywhere, a video game system with a outdated TV in the corner, and the sheets he threw off earlier. Edward got up and walked over to one of the abundant bathrooms in the house.

Edward's morning routine is very short, consisting of only brushing his teeth. No tidying hair, no shower as taking one in the morning would take too much work. He spends a whooping 2 minutes in the bathroom, in and out, not bothering anyone. After his time in the restroom, Edward picked up the textbook he fell on earlier and sat at his desk. French is the language of love, love wasn't Edward's first priority, but it's a bit odd for him to not know the culture of a big-name language. Edward was only a day in the language, he only knew the basics that would take someone 3 months to learn. Edward skimmed through the chapter, he had a tight agenda. He was meeting an information broker to get some dirt on a few criminals, but that was somewhere in the afternoon.

Edward walked downstairs, inching towards the sound of the television he smiled at the little girl watching the shows. He had no intention of watching this high-tech television as he was unaware of how these menus work and whatnot. So he let her be, after saying good morning. "Bon Matin.", Edward stated, directed at Iris. Edward wouldn't know if she would understand french, but it's always a good time to learn! Edward sat at the table in the kitchen and opened his french textbook, mumbling the phrases that were listed on his current page.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Edward Character Portrait: Persephone

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❝Our enemy is the light of humanity, we are forced to exterminate ourselves.❞





It was a whisper, a breath of fog rising in the cool morning air like smoke off fire. It clutched trees, raveling around bushes like a vise and snaking between the canopy and making the landscape disappear in its cloudy shroud. Feet touched pavement, a rhythmic pulse that drummed to its own tune, following a heart beat, an intake of breath. The forest trail was a great way to think, a place where the walls no longer bled and ice could never creep up her spine, freezing the girl to her place. Persephone had been coming to jog on this unknown trail since she had moved to the new home, hoping to have a few hours of peace to herself. The morning was the best time to jog, before the day heated up and when nocturnal animals were just going to bed. Occasionally you could catch the glimpse of a tail, the snapping of a paw against twigs, the crunching of leaves being shuffled to burrow and blanket themselves with.

If only her life were that easy. Persephone slowed to a walk, sweat dripping down her black, strands of blonde hair plastered against her body. She had been awake since sunrise, running from the home in her pajamas, barefooted with no jacket to shield her against the biting cold that enshrouded the morning air. Out here there were no hallucinations, just a girl and a steady beating heart. It allowed Persephone to focus, the rush of adrenaline fading as her heart rate spiked. She pushed her body to the last, legs shaking as she followed her memory back to the main trail that would take her home. Silent feet padded across the forest floor, dead foliage and mud clinging to her skin. The walk home wasn't bad, it had a sense of peace most would find disturbing, but Persephone relished in it, a shiver creeping down her spine. Not from the cold, but from the thought of returning to that room, scratches against the bedpost as though she had been clawing to get out of a trap.

Her walls were covered in drawings to occupy her mind, half finished projects strewn against the desk, a mess of wires and chemicals that could potentially cause an explosion large enough to bring down a section of the house. Persephone kept them labeled and organized, a neat freak with a label gun really. Late at night though, the space became chaos as her hands worked, engulfing her in something, anything, that would make the hateful whispers stop.

Persephone reached the house, dirty footprints the only sign of her return. Up the stairs she went, her pajamas clinging against her skin. She searched for an unoccupied bathroom, stripping herself of the clothing that hid her scars, of the bandage that buried her dragonfly. She sat on the shower floor, the stream of pulsating hot water washing away the dirt and grime, the evidence of her escape. Persephone's hands shook when she turned off the water, wrapping a fluffy towel around her skinny body. She had been losing weight, having little to no appetite as every time she thought of eating, food turned to bugs piled in her hands. When with others she'd force herself to take bites, crunching through hard shells and ugly wiggling bodies that squirmed on her tongue. The longer she went without using her ability, the worse the hallucinations got.

Back in the safety of her room, Persephone dressed in normal fare, clothing that would conceal what she didn't want others to see, a maroon romper dotted with little owls. Persephone had always been fond of the little animals, what with their appearance of vast knowledge, endlessly seeking the secrets of the earth. A brush spiraled through her mess of hair, tugging at strands to straighten the mane until it was smooth once more, only to be twisted and tangled into a messy top knot. There were a few pots of makeup on the dresser, used to conceal bags beneath the eyes and sometimes to make Persephone transform. On the occasion, she felt better pretending she were someone else, a normal girl with a normal life.

Down the stairs once more, this time her footprints leaving no signs behind as she entered the kitchen. Slowly the house come to life as bodies rose, shuffled, stirring restlessly as they came downstairs to eat, ignoring Persephone for the most part. This was how it always was, they avoided her, sometimes whispered behind her back, but if it was about her Persephone didn't know. She lay her head against the table, staring at the bowl of soggy cereal and milk that was no lukewarm. Her eyes drifted shut, green orbs disappearing only to open in panic once more at the thought of falling asleep. It was a battle, a struggle that would end in eventual sleep and what on the outside may look like peace, but on the inside was pain and fear.

The battle came to a close, Persephone losing and her eyes disappearing behind pale lids, long lashes occasionally fluttering like butterflies skittering away from the touch of humanity. The bottom half of her face was buried in cross arms that leaned against the wooden table, a stillness falling over Persephone, the only sign of life being the rise and fall of her chest.

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Character Portrait: Olsen Character Portrait: Cadence Character Portrait: Edward Character Portrait: Persephone

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❝You should never believe the lies they all feed you!❞

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Contrary to the usual Olsen, this time he seemed very tired and stuff, when he was usually energetic and whatever. Caddy wanted to poke him with a stick to see if maybe that would convince him to get moving, or she could just slice her arm and let it drop on the bed as promised. That was fun, right? She felt like hopping, yes, that would be super fun! Caddy giggled and pulled the knife out of her pocket when all of a sudden she was overpowered by her good friend Olly Olsen, rubbing his knuckles on her head and making her giggle and squeal and squirm.

“Cadey! You come into my home and threaten to bleed on my bed?!? You do that and I will pay Vinni to beat you up.” Olsen warned and Caddy suddenly stiffened. Vinni was so... so.... well, Caddy definitely loved him, yes she did, they were family, but he made her feel weird and not a good weird but a very bad weird because it made her do chores and that was dumb and superdumb! No way, she didn't like that, not one bit! There are always funner things to do than chores, even if Daddy Flynn yelled at her about it!

"Gwaah!" Caddy wriggled out of Olly Olsen's grip, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. "I'm sorry, Caddy's sorry, you poop! It was only a joke! I'll bite your piercings!" She waggled her fingers teasingly at him, stepping to the door, deciding he probably would be more fun later. "Have fun with your sexbot project!" With an evil cackle the insane girl hopped and skipped out of Olly Olsen's room, wandering aimlessly down the halls to find something, anything to distract her from doing her chores because, seriously, chores are dumb and lame! Who needs them, anyways! Blaaah!

Then she saw Percy on the table, slumped over, apparently asleep. A wild gleam was in the girl's eyes and she crept up behind her, hardly containing her mirth. With a wicked expression she dug her hands into Percy's side, tickling her, tickling her with no mercy at all, laughing maniacally before jumping up on the back of the chair, sending it careening backwards onto the floor.

"Percy! Percy!" Cadence giggled, a happy expression. "Stop being so silly and play with me, okay? Okay? I'm here now, let's go and have fun! Let's run away and tell random strangers on the - Ooooh! Oooh!" Her eyes lit up, almost glowing in delight. With a conspiratorial wink she leaned in to whisper. "Let's tell Vinni that we're pregnant!"


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Character Portrait: Cadence Character Portrait: Iris Character Portrait: Edward Character Portrait: Daddy Flynn Character Portrait: Persephone

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”Bon Matin.”

Iris rolled her head back quickly to catch a glimpse of Edward, before the older boy ventured off to the kitchen. Of course the girl didn’t entirely grasp what the phrase had meant – only able to at least guess that it was foreign and likely French possibly – and so merely give a curious look and shook her head. ”I’ll ask him what it means when I get the chance,” she confirmed to herself with a nod, promptly unwrapping the end of her chocolate bar and readying herself for a bite. At least, that was the plan until hearing another voice…

“Well, if it isn't Iris. I see that you have some free time to watch…” Flynn spoke once clearing his throat and gaining her attention, and then continued on for a few minutes longer before the girl had a chance to speak up. ”Ah—My room hasn’t been a complete mess, Papa.” she corrected him somewhat, brows dropping and a pout forming against her features. It was needless to say that Iris did not appreciate being told off – especially for something as disinteresting as chores. Of all things, chores! When the old man spoke up once more the girl simply offered a knowing look, as if challenging Papa to see how true his words rang. ”I know, I know… You ought to make sure the bigger ones do their chores too, you know.”

Despite a calm tone on the outside, deep down Iris contemplated rebelling at that moment. But just as easily changed her mind when it seemed like the old man was finally on his way out the room – but then turned around again, informing Iris that she wasn’t the only one avoiding her chores and that a certain you-know-who should be told of such. Of course Iris knew the person in question, giving a nod to the man before slowly sliding off her seat. ”Uh-huh, got it. I’ll be sure to let her know… when I see her.” She quietly added on at the end, giving a tiny grin that only herself was privy to and then hurrying off for the kitchen to see who was about.

As expected Edward was already there with his book, Persephone seemingly asleep at the other end of the table. When thinking it over in her head, Iris decided that she didn’t want to disturb the girl just yet; not for the sake of delivering Papa’s lousy message at least – that could wait a few minutes. Instead the white-haired youth wandered over to beside Edward, setting a hand against his arm as she leaned on her tiptoes to peer at his textbook. ”Bon…Ma-tin?” She unsurely spoke and raised an eyebrow, wondering what it was she had said, let alone as to what it meant.

His book was filled was similar strange phrases and whatnot’s, and Iris wouldn’t even attempt to begin to pronounce them all. ”What are you reading?” She asked, being an avid reader herself Iris would read just about anything of interest, so long as it wasn’t school-related. ”All those words look funny and weird; it’s fancy gobbledygook to me--”

Shortly after another figure had entered the kitchen, Cadence, who proceeded to waltz over to the slumbering Persephone and tickle the unsuspecting girl senseless – and then sent the chair toppling over for good measure shortly after. With a subtle flinch Iris was quick to calm herself, shooting a look over to the pink-haired girl. ”You know Papa’s going to lose the plot if you wreck his kitchen… and then I’ll probably be the one who has to tidy it all,” she sighed to herself, before finally taking a bite of her chocolate at long last. ”On top of cleaning my room too – pfft.”

Iris couldn’t tell if she was scolding the older girl or not, or whether defending Papa’s kitchen for reasons unbeknownst to her was really worth it. Regardless of either way she then looked to Persephone and wondered if the other girl was actually alright, and if she was up to handling another lecture from Flynn...

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Character Portrait: Cadence Character Portrait: Iris Character Portrait: Edward Character Portrait: Persephone

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❝Our enemy is the light of humanity, we are forced to exterminate ourselves.❞





Persephone had been dreaming of things she didn't understand. It had begun with a book, pages flickering from one end to another, illustrious illustrations making her eyes sparkle with wonder like a little girl. The page stopped and she fell through like Alice in the Wonderland, down, down, scenes of a life she had never lived, what could have been if she had never been born with this curse, on either side of her. Just when Persephone had landed, she awoke, something touched her sides. She screamed, a forced laugh coming from her throat as a little pink haired figure attacked her from either side. "S-stop that!" There were tears in her eyes as she held either side of her. For good measure, Cadence jumped onto the seat, careening them both backwards and sending them clattering to the ground.

Cadence was full of energy whereas Persephone had just awoken from a sleepless night. She rubbed her eyes, green orbs blinking, unfocused, slowly come back in to a point where she could see. For a moment, Cadence had three heads and when Persephone blinked, they were gone. Good, it wasn't a hallucination, just a trick of the eyes. "I guess we could," She stood, pulling her blonde hair into a messy topknot so that it would stay out of her face. It was the color of blonde most children grew out of by their fifth or sixth year. For Persephone it had stayed, getting even lighter in the summer but never darkening to brown or black. Then again, most kids didn't have weird abilities that set them apart from everyone else.

Which one was Vinnie? Persephone tried to think, there were so many children in the house it was often hard to keep track of them all. "Oh, Vincent." Persephone got to her feet, the scars and cuts from her morning run hidden by blue socks with white clouds dotted across them. "We've gotta make it authentic." Persephone winked, "I know how to falsify a pregnancy test." She went to the bathroom, coming back with two pregnancy tests they kept around for who knows what reason.

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"Le corps est dans le coffre."

Edward was having some trouble with a certain phrase. Since Edward already learned simple words such as hello or how are you doing, he skipped right to the important phrases that he would learn. Though french proving to be much more a of a challenge than intended. It was a bit more challenging to learn the phrases that would prove useful in everyday life such as the one above. Le corps est dans le coffre, which meant the body is in the trunk was one of the most challenging sentences, maybe it was the sentence structure? Whatever it was it was way harder than Vivre sous le lit se sent belle (living under the bed feels nice.) or Mettez l'argent dans le sac (Put the money in the bag)

As Persephone walked inside the kitchen, Edward greeted her with the same thing he did to Iris, but it seem to have come out of the other ear. As the young girl rested her head on the table and passed out. Edward shrugged it off and looked down to his book before his attention was directed back at the area as he saw a energetic girl, tickle the poor Percy to death. Urging her to play with her and fake pregnancy tests, which seems like two juxtaposing things. Still, Edward felt the need to finish the chapter and learn how to say the phrase, so he kept quiet.

Edward was about to drift to sleep as well, becoming victim to a rude awakening by the group at the table. It seemed he was saved by Iris, who peered over his shoulder. Edward warmly smiled and answered her question. "Well, Mademoiselle. This is the wonderful language of love!. Edward didn't directly answer her question, but saying the language of love sounds way more cooler than just saying French. At this point, it was impossible to concentrate as more and more misfits where taking up the seats. Edward sighed and closed his textbook. Edward mumbled, "I guess learning how to say where the dead body lies can wait." Edward stood up and walked to the kitchen, quickly getting an instant raman cup from the shelf and turning on the hot water dispenser.

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❝You should never believe the lies they all feed you!❞

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Blatantly ignoring Eddie and Iri for the time being, Caddy had much, much more important things to deal with. She was greatly pleased with Percy's reaction to the tickle attack, that squeal of help, and then being knocked backwards was even funner! Percy was great, much funner than Olly Olsen who didn't seem like he wanted to play at all! Cadence was almost bouncing with nervous energy as Percy got up and - well first she looked slightly confused and Cadence wondered if that was how she seemed when her own brain started konking out - but but regardless, regardless, that was fine. Percy went off to the bathroom after saying the sweetest words: she knew how to get the plus sign on pregnancy tests! That was wonderful, it was perfect! If only everything was this easy, if only she could cure whatever-the-disease-Yoko-had so easily. If Caddy was honest, that still really bothered her, no matter how much she tried to ignore it and distract herself with funness.

"The language of love." Caddy muttered, testing it on her tongue, then she nodded. Yes, that sounded nice, it sounded fun. She wasn't sure exactly what Eddie was doing or talking about, but it sounded cool to say. "Language of love! Mademoiselle!" The pink girl giggled slightly, finding it very entertaining to say. She then glanced at Iris who said something about wrecking a kitchen and about Daddy and blah, she didn't care. "Daddy's boring, he always tells me to do stuff! Iris, we must rebel! We must fight the power and be as lazy as we can! No more dusting! No more doing the dishes! No more laundry! Iris, Iris, we must stay strong! The wacky girl did a little fistpump and then Percy was back from the bathroom, with the prize.

Oh, yes, this was going to be superawesome. "Percy! i love you!" Caddy wrapped her arms around the girl, snuggling tight and close before grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her away to the hallway, to the back door where Vinnie was still doing boring garden stuff like a boring mcboreface. "He's here! Remember, remember, we blame Olly Olsen, okay?"

Then Caddy tore the door open and hopped over to Vinnie with a giant smile on her face, almost sparkling with excitement. "Vinnie, Olsen got Percy and me pregnant!" She wriggled and squirmed in delight as the words exploded from her mouth. "Olsen used the - the language of love on us! Mademoiselle Vincent, he did! We couldn't resist! What do we do? We're totally gonna get so faaaaaat."


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“Alright Pops, I got it covered, you know I do. You’ll have your papers on the printer in ten minutes. Aie, Deactivate. Anything else I should know?”

“No, that’s it. I will come back later if I need some help with anything else,” Even as he spoke Flynn had to think about it. There wasn’t anything more, right? No, he had already taken care of the things he wanted to take care of. Or… yes he had. If there was anything more he had already forgotten about it. So it couldn’t be that important.

“And hey, back off with your cleanliness shit. I hear you’re driving the kids mad.” Flynn was already by the door when Olsen pointed that out and that comment, out of the blue, it made Flynn chuckle. He just found it funny, like some sort of joke. He couldn’t take it seriously coming from Olsen. But it wasn’t a mean laughter in any way, it came from the heart. The heart of some sort of father figure.

“What are you talking about? Back of? Cleanliness shit?
He chuckled once more while shaking his head, “Olsen… You disappoint me, how can you say something like that? I remember when you were younger and used to clean your room as well. I understand that you want to be the kid’s friend and all that but I’m not here to be a friend. And once they’ve understood that I’m the one in charge I will continue to have rules and demand that they are followed.”

After his little speech he gave Olsen a small nod as a goodbye before leaving the room. He needed to get back to his office and take a look at those new papers. See what the mission was about. And then let Edward take a look at them. Yeah, so much to do all the time. No time to rest at all. But the kids played around, well, there was nothing wrong with letting them play around a little bit. They were still kids after all.

Once inside his office he sat down in the huge armchair once more and picked up the printed papers. As he glanced through them he relaxed, it seemed to be an easy mission this time. Nothing too complicated. They could definitively do this without any setbacks.

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The first mission
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Dragonfly's servers has been infiltrated by a hacker, they don't know if or how much
information the hacker has gained access to. The location has been located, the Hunters need
to infiltrate their hiding spot and capture this person alive. After that you will have to
download all the information they have on their computers, take anything of interest in the
house. This needs to be done with uttermost carefulness. No one shall know that you were
in there. When you are done delete everything from the computers. Destroy the hard drives,
no one shall ever know what was on there but Dragonfly.
Now it's up to the Strategist/Analyst to come up with a fitting plan that will work.
Good luck and succeed with your mission. Failure is not accepted.
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What a quiet night. Nice even. Vincent had never been a fan of long car rides with his family, but the whole mission thing was always enjoyable. Even if he didn’t have a part in plan A, the one without violence and confrontation. He just had to wait for plan B, the one where the hacker fought back and he got to play. Ow, he was just waiting on the outside. Leaning against the wall beside the window, waiting for something to happen. The view was nice though, the moon however over the city like a big eye. Watching everyone. Kind of like Dragonfly. What a scary thought.

Everything was fine, everything was quiet. Even boring. Vincent was starting to lose interest, to lose focus, it was a late night so he should already gone to bed by now. He was starting to fall asleep where he stood and guarded the exit, yawning constantly as well. Just as his eyes started to feel heavy and he started to nod off there was a sound, a voice in his ear. A single word, but it made him regain focus immediately. Opening his eyes and glancing towards the window, Fuck?

He couldn’t hear fighting or shouting from the inside. But what had made Dani respond like that? Oh, perhaps the hacker wasn’t home. But that didn’t make sense either, why would Edward choose this night if that was the case? Edward usually never was wrong when it came to these kind of stuff. Yeah the whole situation confused Vincent. It seemed so strange, well that was until he suddenly heard someone calling his name from the inside, “Yo! Vince! A hand, please?” And inside his ear. Leaving behind a ringing tone and a headache.

So he stepped inside, it was dark. Not that surprising. But as he walked through the apartment he seemed to furrow his eyebrows more and more. Things was gathered on the floor, drawers was left open. This was not professional. This was not the Dragonfly style, he couldn’t understand why his companions would do something like that. Were they crazy? No one was supposed to know that someone had been in here and just happened to kidnap the guy who owned the apartment. People was supposed to believe that he had just disappeared, vanished, moved on. According to their information he was a loner so that wouldn’t be that surprising. But this, no one would be fooled.

But as he moved around in the rubble, there was this hint in the air. A smell. A stench even, of death. Vincent remembered it. He had smelled it so many times before. But this time… it wasn’t supposed to smell of death this time. The closer he got to the source the stronger the smell got, if he wasn’t used to it he would probably be feeling sick by now. Because… it smelled bad. Like the dead thing had been lying in here for a while, in the heat. It smelt of decomposition.

And sure enough that was just what Dani had responded to, once he found her he found her beside the corpse… no mess left of the man. “Oh man… Is that? Yeah, it probably is…”

Once the initial shock had subsided he slowly shook his head while dragging the hand over the neck, “So… What do we do now? I guess we need to pick the pieces left of the computer and bring them to Olsen? See if he can find anything.” The others should have heard the whole conversation, they should had picked up on the smell as soon as Dani had opened the door. So even if the earlier statements was directed towards Dani Vincent continued to talk, without even moving an inch of his body. The small microphone picked up on the sound anyway and sent it to all the others earphones of the team, even Edward and Olsen who still was in the main house. “The dude is dead. Murdered. Should we clean up the mess and do some tests on the? Because well… the way he’s been dumped here will raise some eyebrows. People will be too interested in the case. Should we perhaps set the apartment on fire as well? Erase all fingerprints or something? I don’t know what to do.” Even if this was a major setback Vincent still kept his composure, he didn’t need to work himself up over this. No, the best way to handle the situation was to stay calm and collected. And figure out a way to get back on track and make something out of this mess.

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He hated quiet. If it is quiet for too long, you will be consumed by your own thoughts. A little bit of noise to liven things up won't hurt anyone. Maybe this whole thought-string was because of the harbinger of destruction known as silence. Silence also leads to slumber, which puts you at the mercy at your own mind. In things people call dreams. The only thing that kept Edward awake was the many cups of coffee that he has consumed, with 5 sugars and 6 creamers deposited in each cup.

In came to a surprise that they decided to do the deal and execute the person in question. After looking through Dani's eyes, he was rather disgusted. "Oh...There goes breakfast." It seemed a feast for the eyes as blood filled every surface, hopefully the little ones didn't catch a glimpse at this revolting image. Edward changed to his second setting and surveyed the area, it seemed to be too dark to see, only a few lights distinguished dark from darker.

"No need to cause a scene. Collect some bits and pieces for our friend Olsen, but don't burn the apartment. Fire will cause a scene and alert our enemies and innocents that we have arrived, if not already. If someone is going to stumble upon this,The Dragonflies will be 100 miles away from it. Collect the body for some tests and report back to the house immediately. Be ready to engage in combat as they might already know we are here." A rather lengthy response to Vincent's question. Being this far from the mission, using a speaker was a doubled-edged sword. Edward was, of course, safe, but the other dragonflies might not be with the lack of a person.

As the mission, at least on Edward's part, was concluded. He downed the last cup and picked up his new textbook. Taking a seat in his desk. He always wanted to learn Korean, Kim Jong-un was his favorite Asian dictator after-all. The doorbell rang, which scrambled his thoughts, just in time for him to suffer a side effect of his power, which in turn, made him fall off his chair. "젠장 (jen-jang)" Edward cursed. After a long trek, he finally met his destination of his bed and laid down. A sigh of relieve followed by a groan of pain.

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Wasn't this troublesome? Flynn had been watching how the progress on the mission was going through the small button cameras some of the Dragonflies wore. But the moment the hacker has been found he took off his glasses and started to massage his temples instead. A headache was lurking and clearly this wasn't the time for something like that. He couldn't help but sigh. This was not the way the mission was supposed to go. But clearly things was worse than he could had imagined. What files had been lost to the attacker? He truly hoped it wasn't anything crucial.

As he leaned back and shut his eyes he continued to listen to the Dragonflies conversation, he could speak to them through his own mic if he wanted to. But he didn't want that. And clearly he didn't have anything important to say either. It was not his choice to make when it came to how they handled the missions. That was up to the strategist and the leader of the team. Flynn was just there to check on them and clean up after them if they screwed up. But this was not their doing.

When Edward instructed the others Flynn nodded slightly in agreement, he agreed with the boy. Burning up the apartment like the leader had suggested was not the right way to do it. Once the doorbell rang he picked up his glasses once more, he knew who was standing on the other side of the door. But he didn't look forward to meeting the guy at the moment. It would've been so easier.

"Dad!" And now Persephone would be the first one to great their guest. As long as she didn't chase him away it was fine. But it was for the best to go out there before anything happens.

"Persephone there is no need to keep our guest waiting, he's allowed to come inside. He's from the family, a cousin." It was not like Flynn had meant to just sneak up on the two, it just happened. But suddenly he stood there behind the girl and gave the boy a tired smile. "Aldrich was it right? It was a while since I read through the file they sent me." Now he directed his attention towards Persephone with the same tired smile. "And I'm sorry that I failed to inform you that we would get some company."

Once Aldrich had stepped inside the house and the door behind him was closed the tired smile disappeared immediately, "If you would follow me to my Aldrich, there has been some unpleasant develops when it comes to the mission. I'm afraid that you won't be able to perform the task that you were assigned with."

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It wasn't long before the door was answered, however the one standing in the doorway wasn't the old man he was expecting, but rather a young blonde girl. She politely asked him whether there was something she could help him with. "Yes, would Flynn Hunter happen to be at home?" He asked the girl while laying in that Bavarian accent. It couldn't even be a second after he had finished his question when the old man appeared behind the girl, and reaffirmed that he was indeed at the right address. "Then you must be sir Flynn. Would it be possible to move our conversation inside?" He asked still upholding the accent.

As he walked into the house his mind already pondering what could have gone wrong, after all those eyes didn't lie, the disappointment was laid thick within those eyes, as was the worry. Did the target escape, are the operatives still alive, was the target still in possession of the computer, did they accidentally kill the target? When Flynn explained that he could no longer perform his assigned task, he sighed and assumed either the first or last possibility was true. "So what is the current situation? I presume you mean the target is either dead, or has escaped. But the actual assignment I was given was simply 'Unearth all culprits.' Which given that there is no subject to interrogate, could mean this is going to be a long mission." He said as he followed Flynn to his office.

It only took a glance at one of the button camera's in the blood splattered room to make his previous question obsolete."Mein Gott." Aldrich said as he took a second look at the camera's in that room. A laptop smashed to bits, more blood splatter than a torture chamber and a mangled corpse in the process of decaying. Aldrich rushed to the installed mic as he saw hands reach for pieces of the smashed laptop. "Don't touch anything!" He yelled into the mic. No matter how he looked at this, it felt like at least part of the scene was set up.

"I want every single square meter of this house, and especially the blood soaked room, on tape before any of you move a single piece of evidence." They didn't have the luxury of being able to just quarantine the house, letting whoever made that mess know they were on his trail didn't feel like a particularly smart idea, leaving the only option of having them walk around the entire house look at everything with their eyes and their camera's. The devil would be in the details, miss one piece of the puzzle and you'll never solve it. "This would certainly be an interesting puzzle" Aldrich thought as he watched carefully at what the camera's showed him, pointing out things he'd want to see in more detail or on different angles.

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"No need to cause a scene," Alright then. If that was what Edward thought was the best idea Vincent could accept it. Even if he still was a bit concerned about the fact that they could have left some sort of DNA evidence behind. Like a strain of hair. But since no one else believed that something like that would happen there was no need to argue about it. "Be ready to engage in combat as they might already know we are here."

"What? They? Who are you talking about? The ones that killed the guy?" Did Edward think that someone was waiting for them? Was this all a trap? Holy crap, what if this is a trap? And they just walked straight into it! Even if Vincent didn't want to he could feel his pulse raising as he made himself jumpy, staring around in the room. He even walked over to the window and as he reached out his glove covered hand to separate the blinds something made him stop immediately, a new voice. One he had never heard before spoke inside the small ear piece.

The first thought was simply This is it, this is the end. He was so sure that the guy was one of those that belonged to that They that Edward had mentioned. Who else could it be? Neither of them had gotten any information about someone new joining them. Vincent was sure that they had been hacked, it was so obvious. Or maybe not... It was not like the guy on the other side made any types of threats or demands. Or he did demand things, but not something that could be expected of the culprits, right? No, Vincent had no clue by this point. He could feel the thoughts bounce around his head in hyper speed. Why was it one of these types of missions? He wanted to punch someone so bad at this point.

After a couple of deep breathes and a unhappy look from Dani Vincent collected himself again, somewhat, "Who are you?! And how are you able to access our devices? A hacker?" Dani's comment about a new family member had entered one ear and went out through the other. "If you are one of those who killed this guy you are extremely stupid! Wait... what..? Don't disturb the scene? Who the fuck are you?! Don't give us orders! Just collect the things Edward told us about so we can leave this place before someone notices us. This was supposed to be an in and out mission! We can't stay much longer."

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It didn't exactly take long for a response from the field agents to come back at him. Though he had expected some resistance, he hadn't expected something on this level. While one of them appeared to just go on with her business, whom Aldrich presumed was the source of the female voice, given the few identifying features visible through the camera(or that was a guy with surprisingly feminine hands). At least she seemed to be respecting the no touching he had asked for. Another voice, who he figured was the one who's camera was having some severe issues of motion blur, seemed more than a tad paranoid, and very on edge. Something told him he wasn't the brightest of the bunch, but then again sometimes brute force is the best solution. His reaction, his panic, if it weren't a mission Aldrich wouldn't have bothered holding his laughter.

It took a few seconds for Aldrich to regain composure to the point where he'd feel confident that he won't shoot into laughter right the moment he tries to open his mouth. "Take it easy, I'm just from the intelligence branch, codename M-07-2002-DE: 4061. Given your reaction and the warm welcome I found at the doorstep you weren't briefed that someone from my department would be coming." He hoped saying this much would at least calm down the currently panicking operative. Maybe it was just him, but it seemed quite strange for a field operative to react with such a degree of panic, even a rookie should have had enough training to not go full tilt from something like this. Aldrich took a moment to glance at Flynn and sighing quite audibly. "At any rate back to the mission. Indeed it was supposed to be in in and out mission, unfortunately for the both of us, it no longer is, it now is an investigation. So we'll need any information we can pull from the scene, and I wish there was another option. But with this much visual data to process in a scene we can't quarantine putting as much as possible on disks in the only solution." He said trying to not come off too lecturing. It certainly was annoying, as Aldrich thought more and more about it, the report he would have to write grew. Not to mention the fact that some evidence could be lost during the purge he'd have to request for the location, too much risk that something there could trace back to dragonfly and be found during a police investigation.

Only giving the operatives on the other end of the line a couple of seconds to process what he had just said Aldrich proceeded to give them his analysis of the situation. "So here's what I make of the scene. You all arrived well after the target had died, none of your fault that's on central, and while I can't say what killed him I'm pretty sure they took their time killing him. Meaning they had plenty of time to prepare an ambush or something along those lines. Yet when I look at how you guys move around it doesn't look like you've stumbled upon traps. Which likely means they haven't bothered with that, furthermore since you haven't been noticed there wasn't an ambush. Nor will one come, turning on the light in that room would have been any would be attackers signal. Doesn't mean they might not be waiting to follow you all back home, might need to be wary of that." He said in a tone and manner similar to someone trying his damnest to figure out a complex riddle.

"The blood-painting..." He continued. "... The state of the laptop and the body leave me to believe that the attackers didn't care about us hunting after them, perhaps you could even say they want us to try and hunt them down. However seeing as there are quite a few potential red herrings, they do not seem keen on actually being found. So, are the field agents done with their panic attack and ready to live up to that last name of yours? Or do I have to hope I catch the needle in a haystack while looking through your cam's?" Ending his train of thoughts with a rather uncharacteristically mild jab as he rubbed his temples. Headaches and jetlag certainly aren't a nice combination.

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Keep yourself calm man... Don't freak out. Come on, you've done this shit for ages. You know how it is. Everything don't work out fine. Sometimes everyone screws up. This is nothing, the new guy is nothing. Don't freak out, you're better than this Vincent. And now you're talking to yourself... Great. Without even thinking it through first Vincent smacked himself in the head, feeling nothing. But it made the spinning line of thoughts get quiet. Instead he just stood there, staring blankly at the wall painting as the new person continued to speak, ending his introduction.

After the new males introduction a familiar deep raspy voice spoke in his ear, Papa Flynn, "Yes, I'm deeply sorry for not being able to inform you about Aldrich's arrival beforehand. It caught me a bit off guard as well when Dragonfly informed me that they had changed their mind when it comes to the interrogation, Aldrich was supposed to lead it. As you all know, you were supposed to handle it by yourself from the beginning. But because of some circumstances they changed their mind. When I heard about this you all had already left the house."

It sounded like bullshit. Vincent was sure that Flynn had known about this Aldrich guy's arrival long before the group had left the building. He had just forgot or chosen not to tell them about it. Vincent put his money on the first option, because he couldn't see why Flynn would choose not to tell them such important details. It wasn't like him. But was anything like usual today? Nope. Vincent didn't even need to look around at the bloody mess to draw that conclusion, he could just continue to stare at the circle on the wall.

"At any rate back to the mission. Indeed it was supposed to be in in and out mission, unfortunately for the both of us, it no longer is, it now is an investigation. So we'll need any information we can pull from the scene, and I wish there was another option. But with this much visual data to process in a scene we can't quarantine putting as much as possible on disks in the only solution."

True, Vincent could perhaps admit that the guy was right to some degree. Even if he didn't put much at risk, he was just sitting in their home or something. While they had to work in this dump. So it was easy for him to act all high and mighty over there. Someone should punch him, Vincent would definitively volunteer for that. "So we're just supposed to take a stroll around the apartment to give you more visual data before taking the samples from what's left of the body? And what's left of the computer as well."

And the guy kept on talking and talking some more. He was talking for ages. But while he was doing that Vincent took his time moving slowly as he could while he inspected the room. Giving this douchebag the shitty video footage he wanted. The more the guy spoke the less Vincent thought of him. The more annoying he got. But even if Vincent could admit to imagining how great it would feel to just smack the guy in the face the guy was still somewhat right. If this was a trap they probably would be in a bigger mess by now.

When the guy was done speaking Vincent moved around for a little while more until he believed he had covered every inch of the room, “So are you happy with the footage now? Can we just take the samples and be on our way? If we’re being watched at this point by those who did it we probably should split up and take separate routes back. Because if you are going to keep us here forever how are we even supposed to hunt these people down, they are clearly teasing us. Just like you said, the drawing on the wall and everything else indicate that they know something. In my opinion this is an invitation to play cat and mouse.”