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The Mansion We Live In
It has a bedroom and a bath for everyone, a library, a training room, a conference room, a kitchen, a garden in the back yard, along with a pool, there is a medical suite, complete with operating room.
The rooms in the house
The bedroom:
This is the basic layout of the room... Of course you could have changed it up to your liking.
The bathroom:
This is what the bathroom looks like. Of course it may have been changed up.
The Library:
This is where the school like education goes on, along with any personal light reading one may wish to do.
The training room:
This is where we practice our martial arts and turn our body into death machines.
The conference room:
This is where we're briefed on jobs and are debriefed.
The Medical Suite:
This is were you go to treat yourself for injuries and in the event of a serious injury, you may be required to spend the night here.
The operating room:
This is were you may get sent if you were shot or need surgery.
The Kitchen:
This is where the meals are made and where to go if your hungry.
The Back Yard
The Garden:
The Pool:
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"Good morning team! Rise and shine! Today's a training day. Come down the Kitchen for breakfast and meet me in training room in an hour!" She said, before pouring a bowl of cereal and digging into it.
Meanwhile, Demetri was sleeping peacefully in bed, before he heard Willow's warm, sunny voice calling them to breakfast. He grumbled a bit as he got out of bed. He dressed in similar outfit as Willow and headed down to the kitchen. She was eating in the kitchen. He poured a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. The first bite was a bit too sweet, but he was ravenous always in the morning. He finished his bowl and rinsed it off in the sink.
"See you in the training room, Will."
(Post away my lovelies!)
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"Demetri went downstairs to the training room," She said, not really trying to start a conversation. She took another sip of her coffee. She was antsy. It had been a while since she had heard from their contact. She drummed her fingers on the table.
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"Death, a hell of the way to start the day and to think I liked you two" Draco said standing from the chair and glancing out the window with a smile " Get this cleaned up Travis"
After walking out into the hallway, Honda's stomach growled and noticed how hungry he really was. His stomach continued to sound like a drowning cat as he walked into the kitchen, seeing others already in there. "Salutations, everyone. How goes it?" A small goofy smiled graced his lips before he went straight to the coffee, pouring himself a mug. Not putting anything in it, he drank the black coffee with good intentions. Ah, love the taste of black coffee, yes I do. He then did as everyone else was doing, preparing himself a bowl of cereal also.
On the far side of her room sat the only piece of furniture, a strange white four foot cube with panels and sliding parts. This opened like a puzzle and contained her gear and her clothing. Training did not seem like fieldwork, so she selected a simple attire of black capris, a white tee-shirt and black and white running shoes. Weapons would stay locked up behind an electronic lock. She closed the box back up and locked it with a key, slipping the key into its own hidden slip.
She slowly made her way towards the Kitchen, not quite escaped from the visions of her meditation. Her heart had been pounding for the last six hours, her metabolism running heavily as she convinced her body she was in danger. All part of the training, part of being what she was. As she rounded the corner to see Willow, enjoying her breakfast peacefully. Her eyes quickly darted between Honda and Natalia, her mind running through scenarios involving a fight between herself and the two of them. Her stoic look did not fade as she moved before Willow and leaned down towards her.
"Nightly cries of dark whispers, howling succubi plague thoughts of warfare. Poisons of a libatious aura, Shamhat's daughter, am I whore or goddess? Mere Morpheas dance, of little credence. Preparations ready for days to never come, eros is not for this winged white bird." Krane smiled a little as she told Willow of her problem. She had come to trust the woman as a friend, someone to share personal feelings with. Though Krane's words were often confusing, it really only came about in moments of mental imbalance, she would inevitably become more clear as the day progressed.
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"Willow, darling, things may not always be easy, but I know you can always pull through. I don't trust many people in this hell-hole called life, but I know the team will always be able to count on you," Our old leader said. It was obvious he wasn't going to last much longer, but Willow took comfort in the fact that she was here beside him.
"Simon," she said softly, fighting the tears away, "I don't know if I'm ready to take care of any one."
He took her hand, gently in his.
"Willow, you've taken care of me from the time I took you in, and you've taken care of the others so well," He paused as he coughed a bit...
"Nightly cries of dark whispers, howling succubi plague thoughts of warfare. Poisons of a libatious aura, Shamhat's daughter, am I whore or goddess? Mere Morpheas dance, of little credence. Preparations ready for days to never come, eros is not for this winged white bird," Krane's voice startled her out of her memory.
"Perhaps if Shamhat's goddess of a daughter, didn't spend so much time on meditation of gory possibilities... Though preparations are always important, even if days are never to come. But Carpe Diem, Live in the now, because you never know when you'll lose your wings," Willow replied with a smile up at Krane. If there was anyone, Willow truly considered a friend, it was her.
"Now eat something or you won't be able to fly for very long," she said, gesturing to the bowl of cereal.
Krane opened the fridge and dropped down to a crouch, reaching over a few things to grab one of her apples she hid in the back, underneath and behind the cheese drawer. She took it out with a flat expression, studied its exterior carefully for any puncture marks or signs of tampering. Placing both her thumbs on the top of the apple she applied a bit of pressure and the apple popped into two halves. She brought one to her lips and breathed in its fresh smell before taking a bite. She let out a slight moan as the juices ran down her throat. Upon realizing her sound she used the apple to cover over her mouth as she chewed carefully, her eyes gave away her slight embarrassment. She really did enjoy apples.
Standing up from the chair Draco snatched up the carrying case and stormed out the door heading for the limo that awaited outside. Climbing in sitting opposite from Travis and yawning as he shut the door and commanded the chauffeur to start driving. Cycling through the contacts on his smart phone he selected his "Contractor" and called. On the other line a digitally enhanced voice spoke "The bird was got sick and died...The toad croaked and died...ding dong the main is dead...DRACO is... alive... Sir their is no assassination contracts left on your head although the leader of that organization you ordered dead, his lieutenants might come after you now. That is all" With a sigh Draco hung up the phone and smiled another day of life he though, another day I have to kill to survive...
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