Evelyn Bueron's Story

As she entered the hallway into her apartment, she paused for a moment. A feeling of another presence overwhelmed her, causing her eyes to squint and her ears to pay closer attention to the noises around. It didn't sound like anyone was there, but she slowly unlocked the door. With a slim finger she pushed the door open, but slid out of the doorway against the wall , still in the hallway. After a moment of listening, she quickly glanced through the doorway to see nothing or no one was within. Odd She thought to herself. Slowly she made entrance into her extremely tidy apartment. Not a thing was out of place from where she left it this morning. However, there was something extra. Upon the coffee table, which she never used, was an envelope. Again she looked up and around, deciding to look through the 2 other rooms within. Still, nothing. Windows were locked still as well. Walking back to the envelope, she examined it for a moment. Her head fell to the side a moment, in thought of what could be within. Normally when she was contacted it was by other means, not a secret envelope. Whomever did it was going to get a lashing from her for entering without her knowledge. That part really pissed her off. But it also intrigued her on how it was done. Opening the envelope, she pulled the paper out and began to read. Somewhere in between sentences her bottom took rest upon the couch beside her.

It was definitely interesting. Almost like a prank, but she could not be completely sure. It was not like it was incorrect. She had the skills it said this group was looking for. It still just bothered her on how anyone entered and simply just left a note. She sighed and began to think about what was before her. If it was a trap, she would need to prepare herself. If it was not, she would look like a fool, but an alive fool. She glanced once again at the address. Maine? That's not too far I suppose. No date either. Specifics would have been nice, but I suppose that is too much to ask. She huffed at the lack of information, but she rolled her eyes. Why not. She decided as she stood from the couch, throwing the paper on the table. Walking into her room she ran her fingers along the wall with a slight smirk. After a moment the wall reversed and showed a beautiful array of old and new weapons. Her eyes danced along the options, attempting to decide which ones to bring. She shrugged and took out a back pack, and two duffle bags. She striped from her clothes and began to replace what was on her body already with a better option or a reloaded one. Knives and pistols were lined along most of her body, all small enough to not show through clothing and still allowing her to move as she needed too. The duffle bags were filled with larger weapons while the backpack was filled with weapons and other tools she may need upon her travels. She smiled at the thought of having to use all of these and need to replenish. She re-dressed, tossed the backpack upon her back, and picked up the duffle pages. She was a little excited at the idea of going into a new situation. She wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting new people though. She preferred non-physical contact with others but she did what was necessary. Paper with the address was grabbed and stuffed in a pocket within her pants. She briskly walked out the door, locked it and made way down the hallway. Ideas of what could happen, how she should react and so on flooded her mind. She intended to do the business asked of her, but she required to have fun doing it. She glided down the stairs and walked up to a fairly new motorcycle. Duffle bags were stored in the side compartments and she straddled the bike. Turning it on, she enjoyed the power the bike put out and vibrated against her. Another smile and a twist of the throttle and she was off to Maine. It would have taken a few days from New York, but she didn't mind the travel. Plus, there were a few odds and ends she needed to tie up before leaving town for who knew how long.

It had taken some convincing, some money, and some disappointment, but she was able to make it out of town. She didn't stop much at all except to fill up the motorcycle and her belly. It had taken her less time then she thought, then again when she gets to thinking she pays no mind to the speed.

Once in Maine, she stopped to look for the address as stated on the note. A couple hours later and she made it to the destination. Turning the bike off and tossing down the kickstand with her foot, she made way up the stairs. She could hear talking and smell an animal, but she continued her walk. Once turning the corner, she noticed there was a small group of people talking about someone being detained and a dog being pet by one of the females. Left brow rose in curiosity. Despite the danger this situation could prove she simply stayed about 15 feet from the group, watching them. A couple times she looked over her shoulder;always aware of her surroundings. Never once did she speak, but she sure did listen. She decided to lean against the wall, keeping her stance calm, but her muscles ready if needed at a moments notice.

She blinked as the woman approached her and whispered quietly about Theo."He was detained...? How? Last I saw him we were going to some base and then he said he had to follow this guy, he gave me the chance to go with him but I didn't want to hinder him. So he began following the guy after that I couldn't find him. Is he alright?" She frowned softly. She scanned the people again momentarily watching as the other female lowered her hood.

Evelyn watched as more people gathered around the group. She became a little uncomfortable with the growing numbers, but made no physical suggestions of such a feeling. When a man came in and demanded where they were to go and that now was the only option, she huffed at the demanding tone. Despite such, she followed the male and the other female whom also seemed in control.

Eyes darted between everyone whom was around her. Taking in as much information as she could about each. How they held their stride, where their eyes wandered, their facial features, and the way they spoke all told her something about them. Each person had a past and she intended to gather this information to determine who they were and how to react around them. In general she planned on not interacting with any of them, but she knew how unrealistic that ideal was.

A hand rose and swiped a small bunch of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. Whether by her motorcycle or by foot, she followed the male with uncertainty. She figured all times were times to be careful. She still had no further information on how real or unreal this situation was and she didn't plan on letting her guard down until she understood everything happening. Only time would cure that, though she highly doubted that point would ever be reached.

After a few moments, the group arrives at the mouth of an imposing cave. Theodore turns to the group. " Once again, Welcome, all of you, to the base of The Vircid. Normally, we'd take care of things back at the apartment, but recent events have decided otherwise. If you wish to turn around and go, now is the time. But I assure you once again, nothing in that letter is a joke. It's true, down to the last period." Theodore says, addressing them. He really didn't want to bring them straight to base, but they had no choice. The guards down the tunnel would relay their arrival, and Theodore would be chewed out. Wonderful. Theodore motioned for everyone, including Tati and Jack, to come inside.

Evelyn followed quietly behind the group. Eyes continued to watch everyone as they reached the base. When they arrived, she carefully listened to Theodore. Despite his words she was still unsure of the whole situation. Since she had gone this far all she wanted to do was go inside of the base. A quick look around the base would help her decide what exactly she was going to do. Even though she was here with the group and responded to the letter, she still had not decided if she was going to follow through. The situations she had been in in her past had always given her something to use in the present. Her right hand slowly packed her right thigh, for some reason making sure she still had at least one weapon on her person. She was more than curious of the situation Theodore spoke about. She had not been updated on anything so far, but she wanted to become involved. If it involved using her skills it was something she would gladly do. Now at the door of the cave, she examined the area. As she looked around she began keeping a mental note of how to get there and what the place looked like. If anything were to happen, she would know exactly where to go to solve any issues. She suspected there would not be, but she would rather be safe than sorry.

Theo, after the group had gotten in, turns to his followers. "Someone other than I will have to show you around. I have to go be in trouble and such. See ya later. Well, if you stay." Theodore waves, then walks off down the corridor. The expression on his face was one of pure loathing. He was about to be chewed out for basically exposing the entire organization. He stands in front of a glass door, and steps inside. "I know you want to see me, Sir..." Theodore says, exasperatedly. The office was dark, but lights in the floor and walls illuminated the room slightly, at least enough to see the mahogany desk and it's occupant. A rough, tall, muscled man turns around in his chair. "Theo. I was hoping you could be more discreet. Looks like I was wrong." The man says in a somewhat sad tone. Theo knew better.

The leader of The Vircid, Frederick V. Stalhiem was a master of delusion. He could portray any emotion he pleased, and you'd go along with it, not knowing any better. Because if you did notice, you'd be dead in an instant. He was a powerful Earth elemental after all. The man was a beast, but his only rage was directed at Signet. While Theodore supported the Vircid completely, he did not care for it's leader. But still, orders were orders.

"You do realize that your face is known by Signet now, correct?" Frederick says, standing up and preparing to pace the room. "Yes sir, I understand that. If I could have stopped the bastard, I would have. But I wasn't even close to his level. I'm a recruitment officer, not one of the foot soldiers." Theodore replies, a chill in his tone. Frederick turns to him. "Well, besides all that, which I'm pretty sure could have been prevented, we need to do something about you." Frederick's expression turns to one of playful thought. Sadistic, really. "We could kill you, mangle your face, give you painful surgery..." He rattles off.

Theodore was realizing why he didn't like Stalhiem. He was a fucking psycho. This whole organization was founded on his little grudge, and now it's something he didn't intend. Nonetheless, he was enjoying it. All the power, all the underlings. Theodore hated it, and that's why he was glad the recruits weren't going to meet him anytime soon. "Look, Stalhiem, I have business to attend to, so either get with slapping my wrist or let me go fix my mistake." Theodore says impatiently. Frederick looks at Theodore for a moment, questioning why one of his dogs was barking at him. He shakes his head. "Fine, go. Get out of here." He says dismissively. Theodore walks out of the room, and to his quarters, a simple room with good bedding and amenities. He needed to unwind. Someone else could take care of the newbies...