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Iris

"I will burn out the injustice."

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a character in “Project Dragonfly || Remaster”, as played by Chikka

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↱ IDENTITY CODE ↲
F-01-09-GB-2332

↱ ALIAS ↲
Iris Hunter

↱ AGE ↲
14

↱ GENDER↲
Female

↱ ROLE ↲
Field Agent

↱ FACECLAIM↲
Anna kushina | K Project


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↱ NEGATIVE TRAITS ↲
Impressionable || Like a sponge that absorbs everything Iris tries to look up to those deemed older and wiser and learn from them, but not every adult is necessarily a good example to follow and she has yet to realize that.
Attached || In a world where everyone gets replaced, Iris is still learning to not grow too attached to those she works with, as she knows deep down she struggles to accept death and would willingly risk anything to prevent it.
Guilt || She finds it hard to get over most things, especially if she is to blame or whenever Iris feels she hasn't done enough, since the girl is often quite hard and critical of herself than she is of others and thus only burdens herself.


↱ POSITIVE TRAITS ↲
Innocence || Still young and full of natural curiosity and wonder for the world, Iris retains a small piece of child-like innocence that she hasn’t lost completely yet and wants to cling onto, but for how long she can't say.
Helpful || Iris has always been a helpful person, preferring to be useful than a burden if nothing else and generally does whatever is needed of her; be it keeping a secret, upholding rules or simply fetching something.
Stubborn || Despite her size and youth, Iris is a little fighter on the inside and holds strong in her beliefs, showing little fear to authority, though grudgingly backs down when she is ordered to.


↱ LIKES ↲
Stories || Iris is an avid reader and naturally has a love for stories, especially ones involving adventure and fantasy, with heroes and villains and daring twists, and love and romance weaved in-between.
Fire || Having grown up with it, Iris knows nothing more than her flames and as result has developed an odd fascination for fire and the power itself, as well as the beautiful colours and destruction that comes with it.
Sleep || To grow strong and powerful, getting enough sleep is important and Iris loves nothing more than having a long nap whenever she can.


↱ DISLIKES ↲
Homework || As a student attending school, Iris often finds herself stuck with piles of homework to do and will sometimes try to ask her teammates for help, though really she'd rather not do homework at all honestly.
Baths || Knowing the effect it has on her power, Iris doesn’t like the thought of being stuck in water for long periods of time and having her fire weakened, but is forced to in order to keep herself clean.
Medicine || Whenever overusing her power and straining her limits, Iris is prone to getting a fever now and again, and to fight it and get better she must take awful tasting medicine just like everyone else.


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↱ STRENGTHS ↲
Deceptive || Not one to brag about her abilities or anything really, Iris is therefore deceptively strong and often surprises people by what she can actually do when given a chance to reveal the talents that she has.
Blending || She can easily get lost in a crowd and wander about unnoticed, and not drag unwanted attention onto herself either unless she desires it.
Agile ||Moving quickly and with ease Iris is a difficult girl to get hold off, and she’s great at running off when she wants to and hiding out of sight.


↱ WEAKNESSES ↲
Light || Given her size the girl is easily lifted and carried about by others, whether she actually approves of it or not. Likewise she can be easily knocked over and pushed about and is generally just a light-weight.
Strength || Though physically weak the girl does give as good as she gets, hitting and kicking out with all her might, but it’s to little avail if she can’t back it up with proper strength and force which she clearly lacks.
Inexperience ||She’s a fresh-face to the world of an offical Dragonfly and is adapting on the go, learning from her mistakes and seeing how things should be done by the pro’s that she finds herself working with.


↱ FEARS ↲
Drowning || She couldn’t swim to save herself, and with water cancelling out her fire, Iris doesn’t like to imagine herself thrown into water and left to fend for herself as for sure the girl would drown.
Darkness || Sometimes the night can be a bit too dark for comfort, and therefore Iris occasionally needs someone or something to reassure her that nothing bad will happen during the night hours.
Unknown || When faced with something new or a thing that she does not know or recognise, Iris will often become anxious if unable to provide any form of usefulness against it.


↱ SEXUAL PREFERENCE ↲
Unknown || Asexual

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↱ HAIR COLOUR ↲
Pale White

↱ EYE COLOUR ↲
Crimson Red

↱ TATTOOS | MARKINGS ↲
Dragonfly tattoo on left shoulder, small scarring on fingers.

↱ WEIGHT ↲
89 lbs

↱ HEIGHT ↲
4' 9"

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↱ CAREER ↲
None || Student

↱ HOBBIES ↲
Reading || She enjoys adventure, fantasy and romance books.
Games || Video games or board games, she likes to distract her mind.


↱ BIOGRAPHIC HISTORY ↲
Iris was born in a small town somewhere to the West of Britain, though she wasn’t taken by the organization until sometime shortly after her fourth birthday, when the girl accidentally set fire to a family picnic. Of course Iris doesn’t really remember the incident and has only heard vague rumours along with stories of her parents, who she doesn’t remember either.

Growing up within the organization wasn’t easy; everything was new and foreign, and without meaning to Iris would set just about anything within reach ablaze – though of course someone was always there to control the situation and scold the girl, which Iris never appreciated. When growing a bit older she was sent to school to learn, but it never took long before incidents with her power occurred, and Iris was later removed and taught elsewhere away from the other children.

She wasn’t a natural, but grew into her power over time with heavy supervision. It was later decided that she would be placed on the field and trained for that role, which Iris spent many years striving towards. Whether she wanted to or not though, she was forced into it and of course it was tough to tame her inner fire, but Iris did manage to, for the most part. It was a destructive power however, so she had to be careful with it.

On her fourteenth birthday Iris received her dragonfly tattoo, and by the end of the year was sent off to join a team picked for her, which is where the girl finds herself, taking the guise of a student attending the local school.


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↱ POWER DESCRIPTION ↲
Fire Manipulation || Iris has the ability to wield and exploit fire; though technically defined as a "fiery aura" however the effect is still the same regardless and will burn anyone within reach. To use her power, the girl only has to summon the fire from her hands and it will form in a moment’s notice; the flames itself coursing naturally through her body, but never harming Iris, unless her ability is pushed to its limit. Additionally the girl cannot directly control fire but she can create and use her own effectively, and likewise dismiss it when she wishes. Although only Iris is protected by her fire as her power can easily harm others, even teammates, if used carelessly.

↱ POWER WEAKNESSES ↲
Water || The biggest weakness perhaps, whenever water comes into contact with her fire the flame will cease to exist. Similarly Iris hasn’t learned to swim yet and perhaps never will due to her slight fear of water.
Destruction || Fire can protect as well as destroy, and it doesn’t take much for her flames to stem out of control. When perfected her power is a great ally, but if overwhelmed or distracted by motive Iris could burn an entire building down and cause unintentional chaos.
Fire || Her flame is big and powerful, but Iris is small and fragile. If recklessly overused the fire will begin to burn the girl and cause her to feel warmer and uncomfortable, and gradually drain her energy.


↱ NOTABLE SKILLS | ABILITIES ↲
Temperature Resistance || Due to the fire that exists within her, Iris does not feel heat like other humans would. She doesn’t get burnt as easily and can touch excessively hot things without worry. Likewise she has a naturally warm body and rarely gets cold or even feels the coldness.
Heat Sense || Iris has the quirky ability to sense body heat and thus is able to roughly guess where another person is, or a group of people are, so long as they are nearby and within a short distance.
Barrier || Her fire is a deadly force on its own and if she wished, Iris could blast a person away. She is able to keep people at a distance by surrounding herself with a protective fire barrier, but is unable to defend others since her fire will harm them if they are near her.



So begins...

Iris's Story

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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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White tangles lay messily across what remained of the plump pillow, stretched over the side of the bed as crimson orbs slowly came into focus and opened themselves to the room. ”Ugh,” having been something of a rough night for Iris, though not because of some terrible dream or unwanted stress, but rather it was down to the fact that she was still adjusting to a new environment. Her new bed especially, everything within “her room” was still very much foreign to her in some way, even in the smallest of ways and the girl found herself often fighting the urge to completely sign herself to this “new home”.

”Wonder if any of the others are up yet,” she paused for thought, legs shifting lazily over the edge of the bed and touching down on the cold floor beneath. ”Ah! Hope I didn’t oversleep, or Papa Flynn will have my head for it--” Iris breathed in for a moment, only just then remembering that it was Saturday – normally a day for chilling out usually, at least for children. Any normal child would stuff their face with cereal and watch cartoons all morning long, but she wasn’t that lucky, not all the time. ”Oh well… at least there’s no school at the weekend.”

A welcomed relief to say the least. Iris didn’t fancy the thought of homework just yet, pushing the tedious task to the back of her mind and rising to her feet with a long stretch. ”Best get dressed I think!” Then after she looked about the room in search of fresh clothes to don for the morning – after all wandering about in her frilly pajamas wasn’t “professional” and the girl, in her own opinion, didn’t need to give the other members more reasons to have a dig at her and baby the fire-wielder more. Snagging another of her red dresses that was set over the back of a chair, Iris was quick to get dressed and make herself look proper; or at least as proper as a fourteen year old could achieve for a Saturday morning that was. Frilly ends and shiny buttons, a fresh set of tights with buckled shoes – Iris skipped her way around the room and put away her pajamas later on, before departing from the room entirely some minutes after.

Hurrying along the hallway and trying not to stumble over her own feet, Iris darted into the bathroom to brush her teeth – as well as making sure her hair was thoroughly brushed and face was washed – before carrying on downstairs and making tracks for the kitchen. She was starving after all, and the only thing Iris knew to do was head straight for the fridge and help herself, until proper food was available. ”Hm, I know I’d put some chocolate in here last night,” she mused when looking through the shelves. ”Not exactly an ideal breakfast but… if I tried to use the cooker I may burn the place down and then,” sighing quietly and with a roll of her eyes she later added, ”Papa Flynn won’t ever trust me on my own.”

Where was the old man anyway? Iris could only wonder. Perhaps he was in another room or still in bed, with any luck. She didn’t need another lecture, not this morning. Or was it noon already? She hadn’t even so much as looked at a clock yet, fearing the answer. ”I’m sure I’ll find out what I’ll be doing today soon enough – or maybe I’ll get more time to myself, if I’m blessed enough.” She told herself with a hopeful glance, turning on her heel and pushing the fridge shut with the end of her other shoe; an unopened chocolate bar in one hand, bottle of fizzy juice in the other.

Just then she heard something; familiar voices coming from up above, and from the corner of her eye, while leaning on her tiptoes, she spotted a figure out in the garden through the window. Seconds after and stumbling back a step, the girl swiftly turned and fumbled for balance, but only briefly, before heading out of the kitchen altogether and making her way into the living room, before plopping herself down comfortably on the couch. ”Suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have a snack for now… and catch up on what all the kids are watching these days. Maybe then I’ll be more cooler to talk to, perhaps.” Iris remarked with a slight grin, setting her bottle on a nearby table before taking control of the TV remote. No one was around at that moment, so while she could she would snag the chance to be in charge over the TV – at least before being told off or something.

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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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It was an ordinary day in his ordinary life, Elliott had been placed in one of the armchairs most of the time with one of the books he was supposed to sell. His feet’s was placed on the small desk in front of him as well when the doorbell made its pretty sound. He didn't think much of it at first, he stayed inside his chair. Thinking that the one out there could get some time by themselves so he would be able to finish the page he was one.

It was just pass lunch time, at least he had just eaten some lunch, and this was today’s first visitor. He wouldn't be that surprised if it was the only visitor as well. It was not like this was a convenient store, people didn't need new books every day. But they always returned in the end, until those new E-books came into the picture. And the internet with its ridiculous low prices. Elliott couldn't help but frown at the thought, things were so much smoother some years back.

Once finished with the page he put down the book on the table and stood up, he didn't make his way out to the actual store just yet though. There was another sound that caught his attention, a sound from the stow. A high-pitched shout from the small kettle that had been there for a while now. As he turned the knob on the stow around to turn off the heat and moved object of interest a well-known voice was heard from the main area, "Ello! Mr. Elliott, I’m back! Got anything good on the shelves?"

Overjoyed by the sudden visitor Elliott didn't even take time to prepare that cup of tea had been waiting for. Instead he rushed out from the back of the store, making the bead curtain clatter as he passed through it, "Alex! Good to see you! How are things? Good I hope! Do you want some tea? I just prepared some water!" As always he wore that dumb grin of his, looking like some naïve kid. "Oh, oh, oh, books huh? Oh, yeah I have lots of good things! What are you interested in? The usual? And tea I hope!"

Still wearing that dumb grin he started to scatter around the shop, dragging his finger over the books on the shelfs.

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Flynn was muttering to himself, reading through the reports from the night before and nights before that. A concerned expression covered his face, making the wrinkles even more prominent than usual. He somehow looked even older than he actually was where he sat in his study while doing all the reading. Writing down small notes in his logbook as he did, high lightening things from reports from months ago. Not only from the Hunters, these were reports from many others. But there were things within them that made him show such an unfitting expression for a man like him.

After a heavy sigh he closed all of the maps and stored them in their right places in the drawer once more and locked it. He figured he would need something a lot safer for those sometime soon but that had to wait a bit more, he would figure it out once the others were gone. He couldn't risk them finding out he needed something like that, he feared that would only trigger them to finding out what it was. Make them actually search for some sort of answer. No. He didn't want that. He couldn't deal with that. It was hard enough to keep up with them at this rate.

After another moment of sitting at the desk with his face leaned onto his hands he stood up and left the room, the earlier facial expression were nowhere to be found. He was his usual self. Once out in the downstairs corridor he could hear the television from the living room, figuring he could take a peak on who it was before he would need to go and ask Olsen for help when it came to sending the files he had with him to HQ. A report on yesterday’s mission and every little detail about it, nothing unusual. He always let Olsen handle those sorts of things, simply because he couldn't do it by himself and it was beneath him to ask for a lesson on how to do it as well.

He wasn't that surprised to find Iris in front of the television, she was one of those that was most likely to be there actually. All these kids... they were so strange. Every single one of them with some sort of quirky habit of theirs. Strange indeed. Flynn wasn't sure Iris had actually noticed his presence so in case she hadn't he cleared his throat first, letting her know he was there, "Well, if it isn't Iris. I see that you have some free time to watch..." He glanced towards the screen and adjusted the glasses, he didn't know what that show was, "Something. But as I recall, I've seen your room looking like a mess this past week. You've been telling me that you didn't have any time to clean it because of studies but I can't see that you are studying right now child. Am I supposed to believe that you've already washed the clothes that you have collecting in that room of yours?"

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As Flynn was waiting on a response from the youngest member of the family he happened to glance down at his watch, noticing how late it was. According to himself. He looked a bit more carefully this time in a flustered manor while wondering if this would annoy HQ. They had told him to get the report in as fast as possible, but by now it surely seemed like he was dragging out on it. Perhaps like he was being lazy even! And that was something he were not.

"Oh, look how the time flies by," He gave the girl a short smile before continuing, "I need to get going. But don't think that this means that you are of the hook, child. I will keep an eye on you and see to it that you do your chores as well." And now to the important things, the report. He needed to send them the report. Oh, right, there was one other thing he needed to address as well. He turned around towards Iris one more time just as he was about to walk through the doorway, "Oh and Iris, there is one more thing. There is another young lady, you know who, that hasn't done her chores as well. Could you please inform her of that? I'm about to be very displeased with her. This is a household and I expect everyone to do what they are asked. But right now I'm a bit too busy to play catch with her, you're friends right? You probably know where she usually hides."


When he was done he gave her a quick nod goodbye before heading towards the stairs, once on the upper floor he went through the hallway towards Olsens room. Gave the door a small knock to get his attention, because Flynn doubted he would be out at the moment. He would be very surprised if that was the case. As he was waiting to be let inside he gave the hallway a quick look over, making the conclusion that it probably needed to be cleaned. He could probably handle that by himself later.

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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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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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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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"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."