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Olsen

"No, no, no, I DO know everything"

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a character in “Project Dragonfly || Remaster”, as played by umademeink96

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I D E N T I T Y C O D E
M-03-98-SE-0880

A L I A S
Olsen || Ollie

A G E
25

G E N D E R
Male

R O L E
Hacker

F A C E C L A I M
Noiz from DRAMAtical Murder


H E X C O D E
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NE G A T I V E T R A I T S

Rude || Olsen does not keep anything to himself, he always says what comes to mind even when he shouldn't and often gets in trouble because of it. Saying whatever he's felt has gotten him slapped in the face on multiple occasions.
Weak-Willed || He doesn't like conflict in the slightest. When he says something that ticks another person off he is quick to apologize and then agree with their side of the argument, he doesn't like to stand his ground in arguments and fights that could be avoided.
Braggart || Ollie loves to talk about himself though, he might be a little obsessed. If he goes out and meets new people, the topic of conversation always shifts to his achievements and the great things he's done.
Overbearing || The man has no boundaries. He doesn't understand the concept of personal space and his constantly stepping into other peoples bubbles, whether it be unnecesarry physical contact, or taking an object right out of someone's hands.
Perfectionist || Everything needs to be right, put in order, working in the most efficient way possible. His need for order often slows him down and the man is never on time for anything.

P O S I T I V E T R A I T S

Optimistic || For his line of work Olsen has an incredibly sunny disposition. It's always a glass half-full world with him and he is constantly trying to lift the spirits of the team when things don't go right.
Social || Ollie has never had trouble communicating with other people, he was never shy and always enjoyed the attention from others as a kid.
Confident || He knows he's good at his job, and his capable as a hacker. If someone gives him a job he accepts no matter the odds, though he is terrified of failure
Honest || Olsen always says what's on his mind. He doesn't think he should keep any of his motives secret from his team, and will always give an honest opinion.
Flirtatious || Ollie is notorious for flirting with anything that moves. He doesn't discriminate between gender, though he doesn't go for people younger than twenty. This part of his personality is either accepted with open arms, or gets him labelled as a creep.

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E

Bisexual


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L I K E S

Computers | Himself | Pizza | Order | Sex | Expanding his knowledge | People | His Team | EDM | Smoking |
D I S L I K E S

Conflict | Exercise | People who refuse new technologies | Disorder | Silence | Confrontation | Bitter Foods | Strong Opinions | Bugs | Dogs
F E A R S

F A I L U R E || Letting down the people around him could result in something as severe as death, he fears not being able to complete a task
I S O L A T I O N || Ollie is a people person, he needs to be around others, and the one thing he can't stand is not having anyone with him.
S T R E N G T H

D I C T I O N A R Y || The uncanny ability to pull up even the most minute piece of information at the drop of a hat. If you want or need a random fact the chances of Olsen knowing the answer is high
T E C H S A V V Y || He is very adept at handling anything with a hard drive, or computer-based technologies. He can hack into or fix any computer given enough time
L I K A B L E || Despite an overbearing personality Olsen is still liked by many, which makes people open up to him easier. Because of this people often come to him for advice and information
W E A K N E S S

L A T E || Olsen doubts he's ever been on time for anything. It has often gotten him into trouble, but now people expect it, no matter how important a meeting his Olsen is known for being tardy.
O U T O F S H A P E || The most exercise he gets is in the bedroom from the many flings we brings home when not working. He has no hope of keeping up with the field agents.
P O O R S I G H T || By spending his life in front of a screen his eyesight is very bad, his power also takes a toll on his vision though he never complains.



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H A I R C O L O R
Blonde
E Y E C O L O R
Green
T A T T O O S / M A R K I N G S
He has plenty of piercings. His ears are littered his hole, he's got two in his right eyebrow, over the bridge of his nose, and snakebites. His face isn't the only thing pierced though.
He has the dragonfly tattoo on his left shoulder blade.
W E I G H T
180 lbs.
H E I G H T
6' 2"


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C A R E E R
Mailman / DJ

H O B B I E S
Writing programs
Video Gaming
DJing

H I S T O R Y
Olsen was born in a big city in Sweden. He was picked up by the organization when he was two though, after an incident with an ATM brought attention to his strange relationship with technology. The boy doesn't remember his family from before joining Dragonfly, by the time he was old enough to recall memories from his childhood the only thing he saw when he pictured home was the symbol of a dragonfly. His early years in the organization consisted only of kissing-up to superiors and mastering his abilities. The boy excelled with his powers, his personality was in sync with how his abilities worked and from a young age was placed on the path to be a hacker.
When he was fourteen and sent into a team he was young and naive, but more than excited to finally be working in a real team. He went to school as a normal kid and excelled, but quickly became bored with it. He ended up spending most of his time on a computer, whether it be writing scripts or playing video games he could always find him glued to a glowing screen. During his teen years there was one member on the team he always looked up too. A wise-cracking alcoholic, who always had a different woman on his side. Many of Olsen's poor character traits were picked up from this man, including his string of one night stands and his cigarette smoking. That man getting killed in action was the most devastating loss Ollie could remember, but he never let anyone know that.
Currently, Ollie works as a mailman, he loves the job because he is constantly talking to people around town, though his vision has been getting worse and making it harder to drive, and he has taken on a new found love for DJing. He is extremely happy with his life supporting his team and doing what he loves.


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P O W E R D E S C R I P T I O N

CYBER-IMMERSION || An ability that allows Olsen to communicate with computer-based technologies on a much more efficient and effortless scale than a normal human would be capable of. By touching a device his fingers create a pathway directly into a software's base-coding, and simply by speaking commands the power converts the vocalized words into the given computer language and writes a program that executes whatever the vocalized command was. For example, by touching the screen of an ATM and saying the word 'dispense', a chunk of code would be inserted into the base programming of the machine. The trick to the power is that his mind coded a self-destruct key that erases all new code and reverses any altered code by using the keyword terminate.
P O W E R W E A K N E S S

T O T A L - I M M E R S I O N || When using his power the entire world around him is blocked out and Olsen leaves himself totally defenseless. He cannot hear, see, or sense anything of the physical world even if he is physically saying commands out loud his consciousness is in the machine.
S H U T D O W N || If the computer he is in is turned off before he has disengaged himself, his consciousness will be trapped inside the machine until it is turned back on, and if his body is not touching some part of the computer when it is he will not be able to leave. His physical body enters a comatose state, while his conscious becomes a piece of code in the computer. He is still able to manipulate the computer but if someone deletes his coded conscious then he disappears forever.
V I S I O N - F A I L U R E || Every time he uses his power it eats away at his sight, right now he can still manage alright, but he wears contacts and eventually will have to switch to glasses. One day he will be completely blind and does not know if is powers will still work after that.
N O T A B L E S K I L L S / A B I L I T I E S

PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY
HACKING SKILLS W/O CYBER IMMERSION
SOCIAL ENGINEERING (i.e. incredible people skills)
SPEED TYPING
PROGRAMMING

So begins...

Olsen'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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Yeah, Cadence still hadn't returned home last night. After the mission she decided she was bored and wanted to hang out with the guitarist of her band, Yoko Harumi. So, naturally, Cadence snuck away before anyone noticed! Yoko was always a big sister to her, always being super awesome and nice and everything! As the only two girls of the band, they really bonded well! Heck, maybe Caddy was a little into her, too! But, well, that was silly, wasn't it? It was super silly, right? How could Yoko ever feel the same about her, just thinking about it makes her feel giddy!

"It's already noon, Caddy." Yoko said as the two strolled down the street, long black hair swishing with each step. Caddy felt really small and short next to her, Yoko was tall and really pretty and fit and awesome in every way! And Caddy would make absolutely sure that no one ever tried to steal Yoko from her, definitely! No one's allowed to get close, Yoko will be safe from all the men that oggled her! Cadence remembered once when Yoko had a stalker, and well, it was very fun dealing with him. Just remembering catching the stalker and giving him the most horrifying of hallucinations was one of the funnest things in her life, yes it was! If the mental trauma was enough, the creep would still believe his manhood was severed and be unable to ever see the light of day again! How wonderful, how awesome! "Shouldn't you head back home to your family? They're probably worried about you, you silly girl!"

Caddy's cheeks burned red and butterflies flopped around in her belly. She felt restless, uneasy, as if she didn't know how to handle it. It was like being a little girl! "Um, y-yeah! Ahaha... totally!" Cadence shrugged, the pair of girls wandering aimlessly through the city. "But I like spending time with you, Yoko, you're my favorite person! You're the best!" A sudden doubt, a sudden thought popped into the girl's mind and she turned to face the girl she loved, fidgety and awkwardly. "That's not weird or creepy, right? Right? Yoko's okay with us being best friends for longer than forever, right?"

The response was a pat on the head and a fond little smile. "It's things like this that make you endearing, Caddy!" Yoko said with a giggle, hugging the smaller girl tight. "You're so cute! I never want to let go of you! But..." Then the taller girl's face turned serious. "But you should still head back home. Vincent might yell at you for staying out all night!" To that Caddy whined and griped but Yoko was firm. "Plus, I should be heading home pretty soon. Gotta get to the hospital for my infusion."

That was another reason why Caddy wanted to protect Yoko forever and always. It was a secret from the rest of the band, but Yoko had some illness that meant she couldn't eat certain foods and that she was always in pain in her intestines, or something. The name escaped Cadence for the moment but she knew, she knew, and thinking about Yoko being in pain made Caddy want to cry. Why couldn't she take on the pain for her? Actually, couldn't she take the pain away completely? Sure, it'd cost a lot of her lifespan to maintain forever but Caddy was willing to do it! Her eyes seemed to glow as she considered how happy and thankful Yoko would be if Caddy made her hallucinate that she no longer felt pain at all!

But wait, wasn't she supposed to keep her skill a secret? Caddy groaned heavily, sad again. She really wanted to take Yoko's pain away, but she probably wasn't allowed. How dumb, how lame! "I'll miss you! Let's hang out again soon!"

Caddy understood what it was like to be in constant pain, after all. In the past she overused her abilities and now, well... every so often she felt a stabbing pain in the gut that was completely incapacitating. What did Dani say again? How much time did she have left? Ten years? Caddy frowned, she didn't remember, even as she waved goodbye to her best friend. She didn't like thinking about it dying - but it was going to happen one day, wasn't it? Caddy grumbled as she walked back to the house the Dragonflies assigned her to. Her room was in the back, and there was a tree that led to her window. If she just came through the front, it'd be way too easy. Buuut if she snuck in the back she could pretend she was there the whole time! Yeah!

So Caddy circled around the back of the house, humming a little tune to herself - and then the absolute worst case scenario happened. Vincent was there, tending to his garden again. Now, that's not to say Caddy didn't like him, but... he was always so good at reminding her to do her chores! "Ah, ah, I - I have to dust my room!" Caddy yelped, a shrill squeak and quickly scampered up the tree and jumped through the window, landing happily on her bed before the mean man could say anything. Mission Accomplished!

And before she remembered that she should at least make an effort to dust her room, Caddy dashed over to Olsen's room, wanting to play and goof off with him. "Olsen, Olsen, let's play something! Or I'll cut myself and bleed on your bed, okay?"


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It had been a long night for Olsen. It wasn’t necessarily because of the mission though, that had hardly required any of his skills. It had been the after that had made it a long night. He was currently sitting in front of one of the many monitors in his room, tapping away at the keys and scrolling through the vast length of a program he had been writing. During the mission the previous night he had an epiphany on why the artificial intelligence program wasn’t ‘learning’ when it interacted with outside stimuli. It continued to make the same social mistakes over and over again. He had been doing a lot of studying in AI programming and one of the most crucial parts of the program was this learning segment.

He had spent the last nine hours reworking his program, writing new segments, debugging, and finally running it. Two of the nine hours was spent talking to the program, seeing if it was learning the way he had intended, and was thrilled with the results. At the moment he was currently finishing up display codes and visual animation, that much was just busy work though. He didn’t even have to think as he typed the necessary commands to create interactive display.

The man leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms above his head. His back and shoulders popped away the stiffness and it was a satisfying sound. As he leaned in his chair he turned his head to like in the mirror to his right. He definitely looked like he hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, his blonde hair was sticking up wildly in all directions and he had dark circles under blood shot eyes from staring at a monitor for such a long period of time. Looking at his eyes made him suddenly self-conscious and he rubbed at them as if it would erase the tiredness.

Olsen returned his attention back to the monitor, staring his finished program in the face, a suddenly feeling of apprehension taking over. He had spent so long on this project, and he had coded everything from scratch. The man knew that you could buy things like voice-to-text converter programs and templates adaption coding, but he had wanted to see if he could do it all himself. It all came down to this moment though, his finger hovered dramatically over the enter key as a text window asked him if he’d like to run his program. Holding his breath the man pressed enter and watched as a window loaded on his screen. Then suddenly a pixilated and simple neon green smiley face appeared in the window. It blinked before speaking,

“Hello, my name is Aie. What’s your name?”
It spoke in a distinctly female, yet computerized voice. Olsen felt a huge grin spread across his tired features and he punched the air in success, letting out a whoop of victory.

“I can hear you celebrating, but I’d really like to know your name.” The man couldn’t help himself and let out a short laugh before looking back at the screen, his mic sitting on the table next to the monitor and he leaned in towards it.

“Sorry Aie, right I’m Olsen, it’s nice to meet you.” Aie’s simple display stared blankly ahead for a moment, blinking once before continuing.

“Olsen. Well Olsen, I hope we can get along.” The man was already getting out of the chair when she spoke, stripping out of his clothing from yesterday and into a pair of black sweatpants and a loose green t-shirt. He made sure the dirty clothing made their way into his hamper and he walked over to the light switch. The man took a moment to look around his room. It was extremely organized down to the position of the papers on his desk and the direction his game console controllers were facing. He had one big flat screen t.v. dedicated to playing video games by himself and the rest of the family, but he also had several other monitors scattered about that ended up taking up most of the space in the room. The only things that weren’t electronic were the bed, the closet and the tables some of the computers rested on. He felt himself yawn as he flipped the switch off.

“Aie, I’m going to try and get some sleep, mind waking me at noon?’ He moved to his bed, flopping down on top of puffy comforter and inhaling the scent of fresh laundry, he had just washed the sheets the day before and loved the smell of the softener.

“Ok, but in the future you should try sleeping during the night.” Olsen didn’t even address the sassy comment, though he was happy that the AI seemed to be developing personality on her own, even if it was kind of rude. He could feel the softness of his bed coasting him to sleep when he was suddenly interrupted.

"Olsen, Olsen, let's play something! Or I'll cut myself and bleed on your bed, okay?" Cadence bursting into his room scared him so much he fell out of his bed, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He let out a soft groan as he pulled himself off the floor. Normally he’d love seeing Cadence, but he was particularly tired at the moment. Still he felt himself smirk as he lunged forward and locked the smaller girl in a headlock as punishment for barging in.

“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 knew he couldn’t do anything to many of the other members of the team as he was not physically capable in the least, and he doubted he could actually make Vincent do anything. But behind every good threat there has to be an even greater bluff.

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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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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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"I'm sorry, Caddy's sorry, you poop! It was only a joke! I'll bite your piercings, Have fun with your sexbot project!" As Caddy squirmed out of his grip Olsen almost went to chase after her, but as he pushed himself up the tiredness that had almost been successful in seducing him to sleep came back in full force. When had been the last time he had slept? Two days ago maybe? He had long passed the hyper-active stage of sleep deprivation and coffee only aided in keeping him awake rather than waking him up, and those were two very different things. He wasn’t phased by the girl’s comment about Aie being a sexbot as he had learned long ago that the girl rarely meant harm with her words. Anything she said that sounded overly offense generally wasn’t meant to be that way. Plus, with the moment of people Olsen successfully seduced for a lay the statement was entirely probable... or would it be unprobable with the success of his sex life?

“You plan to insert my programming into a sexbot?” The AI system suddenly spoke just as Olsen was moving towards his bed, and the sudden noise caused him to jump. When a program asked about being turned into a sexbot it seemed a lot more awkward, he mentally cursed Cadence and hoped she felt his wrath from where ever it was she ran off too. “I will begin looking into databases with sexual phrases and lingo to suit your needs.”

“For the love of god Aie, do not, I’m too tired to deal with this.” He hurled his body onto his bed, the bedsprings groaned bitterly under his weight. Still, Olsen decided right then that beds were probably god’s greatest creation, the plush comforter enveloped his body in a protective and warm embrace, his face sunk into an overly fluffy pillow that felt like it had been crafted by angels with a cloud as materials, truly a masterpiece that scholars would note in the histories of the world. Olsen’s bed, best bed there ever was. The sleep deprivation was really getting to him. He was right there, right on the edge of unconsciousness when Aie’s electronic voice cut through the silence and for the second time in twenty minutes Olsen fell out of his bed with a loud thud.

“Yo bitch your trick is at the door.” Olsen stared at his computer for a moment in confusion, what kind of backwards sites was Aie digging in for her socialization now? Clearly it was something bad, and he’d have to limit her search databases. Before he got to the door he turned towards the neon green smiley, “Aie you are not my pimp, that’s not even how a sexbot would talk. Try again with something more creative next time if you want to get a rise out of me.”

He turned towards the door, running a hand through his hair, regretting the all nighter he had pulled to finish an AI that had more attitude than he was willing to deal with at the moment. He rubbed his eyes and fixed his expression before opening the door with a wide gesture, a big smile on his face. Flynn was standing there and Olsen should have known, they had just finished a mission Flynn had paperwork for him to type. Still though, he could keep up pleasantries even if he were exhausted.

“Hey Old Man! What brings you around these parts?” He moved to the side to allow the older man to entire. His room was completely in order, as usual, except for the comforter which he had taken with him when he had fallen out of the bed. He pulled one of his rolling chairs out and slung a leg over so he was sitting with his chest pressed against the back and his arms folded overtop. “What d’ya got for me?”

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Voices? Was this a bad time perhaps? Flynn wasn't sure about what he had heard from behind that door but he was pretty sure he had heard voices, or at least he thought so. He were positive he had heard Olsen speak, but there had been another one as well. One he didn't know if he had heard before. Which felt a bit awkward because if Olsen had company in there Flynn would need to excuse himself and wait for that companion to leave. And well, none of that seemed that interesting at the moment.

But he was curious. So curious that he almost leaned in towards the door and put his ear towards it so he could listen if there was something more to be said. But good thing was that he didn't do that because just some seconds after the idea had entered his head the door flung open, “Hey Old Man! What brings you around these parts?" You always have to seize the opportunity and that was what Flynn did, he glanced around the room as Olsen spoke. Searching after the source to the second voice. But strangely enough he didn't see anything. “What d’ya got for me?”

Back to reality, Flynn stopped scanning the room for visitors and looked directly towards Olsen, "I heard voices, is there someone in there?" If there was he wouldn't be able to ask for help with the first or the second task he needed some help with. He had gotten a notice, there was some documents he needed to be downloaded. Or something like that. Yeah, but he couldn't ask Olsen for something like that if there was someone in the room. Too many secrets inside of those documents.


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It was a quiet afternoon, he got to do what he liked to do. He was alone. He enjoyed himself. It was a good afternoon. Until disaster strikes. A rainbow colored and sparkly freaking explosion. At least it felt like one when the pink haired girl opened the backdoor. Vincent only glanced towards her, paying her no attention at first. He only turned his back a little bit more towards the house, trying to shut her out of his zone of interest.

It was easier said than done. It didn't take much time until his whole afternoon was ruined, feeling the presence of her just next to him. It was that slight itchy feeling on his skin, making a shiver go down his spine. The energy level dropped to zero in just a matter of seconds. Even before she had started to speak he had started to consider the option of going back to his room to sleep instead. At least at those times he didn't need to socialize with her at those times.

"Vinnie, Olsen got Percy and me pregnant!"
What? Thrown off guard Vincent looked up at the kid, just to be greeted by two pregnancy tests being shoved in his face. Could this afternoon get worse? Probably not. "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."

Mademoiselle? He could only stare at the pack of energy in front of him. He had no idea what he was supposed to answer. Did she really call him Mademoiselle? In the end he grunted out, "Ya nenavizhu tebya tak sil'no. What are you talking about? Pregnant? Just get those things out of my face!" He was about to raise his hand and just hit them out of her hand just to get them away when he realized how you made such a test. Instead he just backed away with a nauseous feeling in his gut. "And don't call me Mademoiselle, ublyudok!"


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In the corner of his eye Elliott noticed another figure moving in his store, well if it wasn't the lost princess. Late again. Sleeping beauty? Yeah probably. But he wasn't mad, he couldn't stay mad at her when she helped him so much. She usually kept him company when there wasn't any customers as well. He couldn't stay mad for long so before he went through the beads again he glanced towards Mirabelle, "Do you want some tea as well, Mirabelle?"

He didn't wait for an answer however, he just passed through the beads. Letting them make their little clatter noise and then went directly towards the kitchen part. There he started to prepare the tray with the kettle and three cups.

"Well, I’m through with Sci-fi for the week. I’m feeling kind of adventurous. Got any good fantasy?" Fantasy, yeah he had a lot of that. Somewhere. Once more he passed through the beads and put the tray on the small side table with the two armchairs. Yeah, he went all in for this cozy old library feeling inside his store. The whole store was covered in dark wood shelves as well. He loved it!

Once he was done he walked around a bit more and picked out some books, not sure if he had handed those to Alex before or not. But he put them on the side table as well, five of them, "These are great! I can pick out something else in case you already has read them." By now he had already placed himself on the office chair behind the counter and rolled it over to the armchairs so he could prepare his tea finally.

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Olsen watched as Flynn looked past him into his room. The old man didn’t even greet him, or look at him, and the man cocked his head curiously. Flynn had always been strange, he was nice enough, but way overly cautious. He remembered when he was younger the man had been so much more intimidating, but now the mysterious looming figure seemed more resigned, maybe it was his age. The man was more than aware Flynn could beat him into submission, but that wrinkly old exterior made it hard to remember to keep his guard up.

"I heard voices, is there someone in there?"
Ah, that was it. He motioned for the man to enter the room with a big grin. He pushed the rolling chair back to the computer Aie’s programming was running on and turned to the screen. The bright green blocks that served as eyes moved slightly to indicate motion sensing as the computer followed him. “Ah, I see. Aie, say hello to Big Papa please.” The computer’s display eyes moved slightly, but was enough to tell that Aie was looking for another human shaped figure in the room.

“Hello Big Papa, my name is Aie. It is a pleasure to meet you.” He spun the chair was he was facing Flynn again and the large smile still present. So far she had been working flawlessly, except for the whole sexbot weirdness, she responded to outside stimuli well and correctly. After spending so much time making her programming, and working out bugs, and talking with her beta to give her a good understanding of human linguistics, having her respond under her own terms was amazing. Well, until she continued at least. “Do you prefer to dominant or submit during sexual intercourse?”

“Aie that is not an appropriate question to ask new friends.” He sighed and pinched the piercing on the bridge of his nose, he was going to have to write restrictions into the program somehow to not… take anything Caddy said seriously. Maybe it was the excess of sexual content on the internet for Aie to access, but she had really taken to the sexual comments after it had been mentioned. He turned his attention back to Flynn as he snagged his pack of cigarettes sitting next to the computer. If Flynn was here it meant he had work to do, and that he wasn’t going to bed any time soon. He popped the box and produced one, pinching it between his lips as he lit it. It was a nasty habit, but one he couldn’t seem to quit now. He offered the box towards the old man as he took a drag of his own smoke. Olsen didn’t generally smoke inside, much less his room since there were so many kids constantly visiting him to play games, but the headache coming from sleep deprivation was something he had no interest in challenging.

“They’re just reg 100s if you want one.” He blew the smoke out in a sigh as he leaned back. He let his eyes drift to the program and then to Flynn, he had been one of the reasons he started with this program. The man was hopeless with electronics, and, while it bothered Olsen that the man never seemed to put effort into learning, it hadn’t stopped Olsen from trying to get the man to experience the wonders of the advancements in computer technology. “You know, Aie would be good for you once I put some restrictions on her speech patterns and database searching. She takes voice commands so you never really have to type and since I made her she’ll actually do what you want. Plus, she’s got a voice-to-text converter. Open a word processor and speak into a mic and she’ll type those documents for you… Which does bring me to why you’ve come to visit me this fine morning.”

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The moment Flynn stepped into the room he immediately started to look around once more, glancing behind the door and all the other places he couldn’t see from the door step. But nothing. He was a bit confused by this point, there was a frown lurking on his face, hidden amongst the other wrinkles of his face. It didn’t get better as Olsen suddenly introduced him to this invisible person, “Ah, I see. Aie, say hello to Big Papa please.”

Flynn looked around, searching for this strange person Olsen was talking to, the one called Aie apparently, strange name… “Hello Big Papa, my name is Aie. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
The voice… It was just as strange as the name. But at least Flynn had detected where it came from by now, that big blob on the computer monitor was moving. Talking, was this some sort of video conversation? But why did it show a big blob instead of a human face? But just as Flynn was going to question the whole thing the blob moved once more, talking, but the whole subject of the conversation really did throw Flynn of guard.

“What? Sexual in--,” Flynn stopped himself, taking off his glasses as he massaged the bridge of his nose as he collected his thoughts, “Never mind that, what is that? Is this some sort of video conversation?”

Apparently Olsen agreed with him when it came to the whole choice of topic done by this stranger in the computer, which was a relief. But Flynn still felt a bit hesitated towards the whole thing, wondering what sort of conversation he had interrupted. No. he didn’t want to know that. He didn’t feel like thinking about it either. Once he had left this room he would just forget that this whole thing had happened. It was almost a relief that the other man offered the cigarettes, putting an end to the whole mess. And Flynn happily accepted one, lightening it the moment it got into his hands.

Then it started, the big explanation, Flynn listened carefully. But even if he did he had a hard time following what Olsen actually was talking about. Flynn got that it was the blob on the screen that was addressed, the one called Aie. Apparently it was some sort of… program..? Or something like that. And just so he wouldn’t seem too lost he continued to nod during the whole explanation, pretending he understood everything, “So… It’s not some sort of video chat? Alright… Does it come with… instructions? Once it’s done I mean. But yes, it sounds good. Help. Good.” He had probably not nailed it, the whole pretending to understand business. But anyway, that was not why he was here so who cares! He needed to get back to business.

“Since it’s not some sort of friend from the outside I guess it doesn’t matter that this… Aie is present as the moment. I have the mission report for you, I would appreciate if you send it to HQ like you always do. You know, all that security protocols and… other things that they demand. You know what to do.” While he spoke he placed the reports on one of the open spaces at the desk, as he did he couldn’t help but drag his finger over the surface. Glancing down at it to see if someone had been cleaning in a while, “I would prefer if you fix that as fast as possible. And when you’re done there are some documents I need you to fetch from their servers. I want them to be sent to the printer in my room, like always, it’s a new mission. I want a read through before handing them over to Edward so he can get a look at them. It’s nothing urgent, so everyone will probably get their rest. We will see when Edward thinks it’s the right time to begin.”

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“So… It’s not some sort of video chat? Alright… Does it come with… instructions? Once it’s done I mean. But yes, it sounds good. Help. Good.” Olsen quirked an eyebrow, he honestly didn’t even know why he had attempted explaining. The man had put it in the simplest terms he could manage but the man still seemed lost. At this point Olsen doubted that Flynn even knew terms like ‘mouse’ or ‘hard drive’. He brought the cigarette back to his lips and took another drag, reaching over to tap the ash into the single ceramic ash tray in his room. He found that keeping only one was a good way to limit his in-room smoking. If he couldn’t reach the tray the man was less inclined to smoke as it would involve getting up. “Yeah, yeah Old Man, I’ll write you up instructions that even you won’t be able to mess up with.”

He said that now but he wondered if it was even possible. The old man did not even try when it came to tech, the security protocols basically boiled down to a few tricked out passwords to get through. It wasn’t even complicated. One of their passwords was literally the word ‘password’ with a zero in place of the O and a capital D at the end. He glanced over at the paper work that Flynn had dropped for him. Luckily it wasn’t the largest report he had to have typed up, that much he could probably get through in ten minutes, maybe less if he wasn’t so exhausted. The man reached towards the ceiling in a stretch and waved the man off. “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?”

He turned to the computer, the little green AI blinked and a decrescendo of beeps later the program terminated and he pulled up a blank document. He turned the documents to get a better look at them, but paused when he realized he couldn’t read the words on the page. He mumbled a soft shit and pushed himself away from the desk. He had taken his contacts when he had gotten home, and he didn’t need them when just staring at a screen, but to make his life easier he’d need something to aid his failing eyesight. The man snagged a pair of black rimmed glasses off a desk on the other side of the room before wheeling back over. He never wore his glasses outside of the room, he hated them, they made him feel weak, and he took another drag of the cig keeping it pinched between his lips as he began typing quickly.

The man didn’t have to look at the screen as he typed, his fingers blurring as Olsen tapped away at the keyboard. Without looking up from the document he began speaking to Flynn before the man left, speaking with the cigarette still pinched between his lips. “And hey, back off with your cleanliness shit. I hear you’re driving the kids mad.” He shot the old man a smirk before looking back down at the paper, he had already cleared the first sheet and was well into the second page of the report. These things were so dry, Olsen secretly hoped that one day Flynn would slip some secret organization stuff into the papers for him to latch on to. He remembered every report he had typed for the man, it was all stored away somewhere in his brain, waiting to be called up, but he definitely wished they weren’t. He’d rather have more interesting memories to be able to call upon rather than these things, but he supposed he couldn’t get everything he wished for.

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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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"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."