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Ken Masanori

"Heh, what? You expecting something witty?"

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a character in “Tundra || Remaster”, as played by C O S M I C

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❝Heh, what can I say? Sometimes your heart speaks louder than your head. Listen next time, got it kid?❞






Image∞ Full name ∞
Ken Masanori

∞ Nickname ∞
K | He prefers people just calling him 'K'. Ken sounds far too formal for him. It also helps people feel more comfortable around him.

∞ Ethnicity ∞
100% Japanese

∞ Age ∞
People can't tell by his appearance but he's 20

∞ Gender ∞
Male

∞ Sexuality ∞
Heterosexual

∞ Role ∞
Second In Command

∞ Ability ∞
Mimic || Upon being attacked with something, Ken can mimic the attack and use it against the attacker. He may also copy a persons appearance and voice after making physical contact with them (ex. touch).

∞ Face Claim ∞
Staz Charlie Blood | Blood Lad






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∞ Height & Weight ∞
6'1" / 120 lbs

∞ Hair color ∞
Black

∞ Eye color ∞
Red

∞ Distinguishable Facial Features ∞
Ken's teeth are naturally sharp looking. It has ran in his family since the beginning. However, some of his family members were lucky enough to not inherit that trait.

∞ Birthmarks/Scars/Tattoos/Piercings ∞
His mark is in the shape of a black and white Koi fish circling to show Yin and Yang.

∞ Physical Description ∞
Ken is a skinny and slightly muscular young man. His skin is a bit pale and it seems to compliment his scary appearance well. He isn't and doesn't look like a brute. Although he is quite kind, his looks usually make others see him as not so friendly. His appearance throws others off; since he doesn't look as strong as he actually is.






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∞ Habits/Quirks ∞
✦ Chewing | He often is seen chewing on something he can get his hands on. It's a odd tick of his and he can't help it. He can't even tell he's doing it anymore.
✦Ranting | When he talks about a topic that he's truly passionate about, he can end up talking for hours with no end. He's a natural at it.
✦Staying Up | At times, Ken can be quite nocturnal. Sometimes he just can't sleep and decides to skip it for a day or two and get some work done. Because of that, he's often seen with dark bags under his eyes.


∞ Likes ∞
β™₯ Games | Preferably chess. He loves engaging in games and activities that tests his ability to think. The idea of being challenged has always been interesting to him and he loves a worth opponent to have fun with.
β™₯ Rain | Rain is always relaxing and calms him down; especially during the night.
β™₯ Music | Who doesn't love music?! It's one of the many wonders in the world.


∞ Dislikes ∞
βœ– Cats | Their evil. Enough said.
βœ– Rudeness | He hates being treated rudely by people he knows or strangers. It's just so... rude.
βœ– Wastes of time | If it's a waste of time to him, then he will hate it immediately.


∞ Talents ∞
βœ” Music | Ken is able to play quite a few instruments and loves humming songs. Melodies are always running around in his head and sometimes he can't help but share it.
βœ” Encouragement | Ken loves using his motivational speeches to encourage those who need it. If those around him are happy, than he can't help but be happy as well.
βœ” Mind Games | He's quite the tricky one when it comes to the mind of a living being. He can say somethings that can make others expand their thinking; or reach into their inner self. Psychology was always interesting to him.


∞ Fears ∞
✘ Forgetting his real face | He's changed his appearance so many times from others. He sometimes fears that one day he won't be able to change back into him.
✘ Mimi Masanori |His sister is always a concern to him. He can't help but worry about her. She's so young and to a girl her age, a lot of things can be scary.
✘ Letting the others down | He hates being thought of as a disappointment.


∞ Flaws ∞
✘ Lack of sleep | Since he can become a bit nocturnal at times, he doesn't get a lot of sleep. It doesn't affect his fighting but it can effect his mood or attitude to others.
✘ Guilt | Guilt has always been a touchy subject for him. If he feels guilty for something, he feels completely at fault. He can't go on without admitting what he has done.
✘ Touchy Subjects | He's quite the silver tongue and will most likely say something to someone and it will be a touchy subject.


∞ Secrets ∞
βŒ› He doesn't feel that he fits his position | Being second in command is great and all but sometimes he feels as though he didn't deserve it.
βŒ› What he does during the night | Since he doesn't get much sleep, he spends the night writing sheet music. It's a secret though.
βŒ› Yasuo Masanori | His older brother is quite a touchy subject to him. If anyone mentions him in anyway, he because violent.







Image∞ Weapon ∞
Ken prefers to use is powers but if it somehow becomes a problem, he has a few hidden knives on him at all times.


∞ Personality ∞
Ken is very kicked back and relaxed. It was never in his nature to be strict and rude to anyone. However, this can sometimes be his downfall since he doesn't have that much of an authoritative side; he's very friendly and caring regardless of his scary looks. Though usually people don't wish for his friendship because of his appearance. Ken can be very teasing when he's around friends and will show how much he cares by doing goofy things in a childish manner. He can't help it, he's just that kind of guy.

However, at the mention of his older brother, he can become someone completely different. Ken can be violent and rough with whoever says anything bad about him. He will also become this way if anyone of his friends are hurt. He is naturally protective of everyone and anyone that he knows.







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∞ Romantic Interest ∞
TBD

∞ History ∞
Ken was born the second child of his parents. His family wasn't rich nor were they poor; but at times life could be a bit difficult. His brother was his role model. He was the ideal citizen and man; Ken couldn't help but look up to him. He followed him wherever he went, he copied whatever he did, and began to talk a bit like he did. He wanted to be just like him in ever way possible because he wasn't satisfied with who he was on the inside and outside.

However that all began to change when his sister was about to be born. His brother began to abide by all laws and even help in the reporting of Freedom Fighters. Ken however, found this awful of him. One day, his brother decided to leave home in search of a "ultimate cure for freedom fighters". Ken was disgusted extremely by the way his brother was acting. He knew that his sister would have to be out of anything that he was involved in.

Ken recalls siting down with his sister one day after she was bullied for her odd appearance. He touched her shoulder lightly and froze hearing her scream. This was the day he knew of his ability. He had taken on her appearance perfectly without even realizing. Ken made her promise to keep it a secret no matter what. This was also the day he found the light bearing symbol on his back. He knew that if his parents found out; or even worse his brother, he would be a goner.

After having a short talk with his sister, Ken decided the only thing left to do was erase himself from his family. It was best that they didn't know much about what was going on with him. The only place Ken had to go to would have to be the Freedom Fighters. He was tired of living a life that he didn't want. It was about time he made a change for the better. Not just for him but for those like him.

After encountering a few people who wanted to capture him,Ken began to grow tired of running. However, they underestimated him and were defeated when Ken realized the "gift" he had been placed with. One by one, each bullet that was originally shot hurt him was thrown back at the very men who used them. He didn't really question why he could do this or how he could; all he cared about was this ability was his now and he could either embrace it and use it for good or neglect it and die. He decided to take a much higher route.

After obtaining a bit of information on the "Freedom Fighters", he decided to give this a shot. Couldn't hurt to play the good guy, could it? Though, he still worries about his family and who his brother may or may not be torturing, he keeps his distance with a smile. It's better this way. Much better. He promises all who join along side the Freedom Fighters that a brighter tomorrow is more than secured if they work together. This is what he believes and that's what he's sticking to.


∞ Other ∞
Ken is unaware of the wear about's of his brother but he can always tell when he's off doing something awful. He also questions if his sister might end up with an ability herself. Because of this, he only keeps contact with her and promises her that if she ever notices something odd about herself, to tell him and him alone. Obviously, this was taken quite literally and she's told him things outside of what he meant. It's better this way.

So begins...

Ken Masanori's Story

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As you sleep peacefully, I watch over you from the outside I’ll be the cocoon that protects you from all the world’s emotions.






The snow drifted gently from the sky, the frigid temperatures reaching a record breaking low as the gray clouds lazily drifted through the ashen air. Everything about this day had a dreary tone to it, as though the atmosphere was suffocating from the powdery flakes and was attempting to squeeze out a final, dying breath. New Tokyo had not seen many colors since Ira took office, the greenery that used to adorn the land had whittled away to yellows and browns, eventually being overtaken by grays and blacks. The harsh, yellow, artificial lights coming from the neat row of dark houses glowed with a ferocity of lion, cutting through shadows and casting themselves over the blankets of snow. Fake wreathes and colorful lights adorned living units as the holiday season began, attempting to uplift the devastating atmosphere with little success.

Standing among these decorations, under a lamppost that was lit far too early in the day was Yui. It was her first time outside and she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. She nervously ran her fingers over the spot where an ID chip had been embedded under her flesh. It was a fake, just so she could get in and out of places without raising suspicion but still the thought of having something so foreign inside of her was a bit daunting. The cold bit into her skin and she shivered, attempting to huddle further into the thick coat she was wearing. Yui was always cold because she was underweight, but this was not the type of chill she was used to. It was much worse and as she tread across the sidewalk that was thick with salt, her boots crunched with every step.

Yui had gotten about ten steps away when the front door to the house opened and someone came running out. "Where are you going?" They called after her, grabbing Yui and attempting to drag her back inside. "I wanted to see it," Yui replied quickly, resisting with every ounce of strength in her little body. "What are you talking about? You aren't supposed to leave the house." Yui had planted herself stubbornly on the sidewalk and the woman who had come to retrieve her sighed. "I wanted to see the world you're all working so hard to save." The woman's expression softened and she shook her head, taking Yui's hand gently and leading her back towards the gray building that looked just like all the others on the block. The only individuality were the type of decorations they put up and the FF's were minimal, only enough to not raise suspicion.

"Maybe if you ask Mitsuko-san she'll let you go shopping with Chi-kun." Yui nodded her head as the door closed, the lock automatically clicking shut behind them. She kicked off her shoes and winced as her skin began to crackle. The woman noticed the cracks forming on the surface of Yui's epidermis and ran to run the bath. Slowly Yui followed her up and when she was inside the bathroom pulled off her clothes and slipped into the porcelain tub, relief running through her body as Yui's body rehydrated. The girl closed her eyes and went under the water, her mind fluttering between thoughts. There wasn't much to think about, she had only been awake for a week and so her memory only went that far. Yui had no idea where she came from, how old she was, or what her real name was. She knew they had found a file when they rescued her, but it was only the types of drugs they had injected into her and a cryptic list of scribbled out names.

A few minutes later Yui emerged from the bathroom, she looked up at the black clock ticking away on the wall; her blue eyes widening in alarm; she was going to be late for the meeting! Quickly Yui rushed down the hall, sliding across the wooden floors on her socked feet, and slamming into the door. She bit back a cry and opened it up, glad to see that only Mitsuko was there so far. "Hi," Yui said quickly and took a seat at the table.





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Some days Yato wondered when he would see the sun. Assignments were normally coming day in, day out, but lately they had trickled to a stop and he was trapped in the sub levels of the research building; resigned to wondering if he had done something wrong. Yato had been playing all of his cards right, he came when called and barked when they wanted; playing the faithful dog they were training him to be. It was awful really and Yato could hardly sleep without seeing the faces of those he was forced to kill.

The door to his room opened with a hiss! Footsteps echoed on the tiled floor, the sound of a cart being wheeled in followed. Yato stiffened, knowing all too well what time it was. "Get up," a gruff voice invaded his ears, tearing through his head and Yato obeyed, the thin blanket he had wrapped himself in falling from his body and revealing his light bearing mark. A Chinese dragon that was a brilliant white against Yato's oddly tan skin. Lately they had been trying everything they could to turn it black, to change Yato into a being of darkness, but the mark always reverted back to its original color.

He was pulled from the bed and dragged over to a chair by the wall, his wrists and ankles restrained with metal cuffs. Yato didn't bother to resist as he knew it was futile and if he tried he would be punished. They at least had the sense to wipe the injection site down with sanitizer before plunging needle after needle into his skin. Yato grit his teeth as the murky contents were emptied into his body and he instantly began to feel the affects. His chest tightened, blood trickled between Yato's lips and his body began to feel hot. His head swam and he wondered what they could possibly be injecting into him.

Just when Yato couldn't take it anymore another stabbing pain entered his arm and it began to clear. Once again Yato could breathe normally and think straight. "Get dressed, you're expected in Ira's office in twenty minutes." The cuffs were undone and Yato stood, going over to the drawers in the wall and pulling out a shirt and change of pants. Ten minutes later he was at the elevators, ascending to the place where his worst enemy stood waiting for him. The doors opened, revealing a large office, Hiashi from the sub levels, and Ira Shoku.

"Thank you for joining us Yato, take a seat." Yato did as told and sat down in the chair next to Hiashi. "It has come to my attention that these Freedom Fighters are a much bigger threat then my advisers originally thought." He cleared his throat and turned to look out the window in a dramatic manner. "From today onward, your job will be to hunt down and annihilate them." Yato remembered the raid the Freedom Fighters had pulled off last week. He had been out on a job but when he came back they were in full alert mode. "You begin tonight, both of you are dismissed."

"Yes sir," Yato stood and went back towards the elevators, excited for the hunt.

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"Day number 3 of no sleep. I finally accomplished that deck of cards tower i've been working on. It actually looks pretty good. I learned my lesson from the first time. This time i decided to play it on a table. Genius right? Well hopefully it stays up longer than the other one.

Ken quickly closed the journal and smiled as he looked at his latest achievement. It was amazing what someone can achieve when they aren't wasting time asleep. He laughed a bit as he looked at the large pyramid on the table. It was quite large and even was taller than Ken himself. He felt like a king. Like he had beat the odds and conquered a kingdom. A whole damn kingdom! It felt pretty good to get something done around here; well that wasn't work related he suppose. It was actually a bit fun having to start over and over again. As a usual king with power going to his head, he began to think of expanding his land. Maybe he could get his hands on some more cards or something and make a bunch of other pyramids! Yes, it was a perfect idea.

"Y-You idiots! Do you even know how late you are?!"

He jumped as he heard the all too familiar voice. He turned towards the door and rubbed his neck. Yep, that was Mitsuko alright. He then gulped as he heard a small crash. He slowly turned his head only to seeing his beautiful creation on the ground in pieces. He felt shame, humiliation and confusion. Mostly confusion. He whined as he began to approach the ruins of his kingdom. He grabbed a hand full of cards and held them to his face.

"M-My baby!...."

He soon began to carry his small stack with him as he rushed out of the room and to where he heard the voices of the people gathered. He glared at Mitsuko and gasped. "You baby killer!" He said before looking at the others. Oh right, that meeting thing. Oh god, he was late. He rubbed his chin and nervously laughed before clearing his throat.

"Ehm... It's uh... Good to see all of you up and at it...." He ruffled his hair a bit before taking the stack of cards and neatly placing them in a small stack. He placed it in his pocket and sighed. His kingdom will rise again.. Probably in a few days or so. He looked over at Yui and smiled. "Heya kiddo." He said while lightly ruffling her hair. He then laughed a bit. "Erh guess I guess i shouldn't be calling you kiddo. Sorry, relex of mine. But I guess I can't help it ya know. Meh, whatever."

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As you sleep peacefully, I watch over you from the outside I’ll be the cocoon that protects you from all the world’s emotions.






Yui looked up at Mitsuko and smiled, nodding her head. "Uh-huh! It was hard at first, but I think I'm finally getting the hang of things." She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and wondered if she should tell Mitsuko what she had done before. "I went outside!" Yui suddenly blurted. She knew she wasn't supposed to go and yet she had done it anyways. It wasn't like Yui was planning to go far, just around the block and back but still she had gone out unsupervised and without permission which was breaking the rules they had given her. Yui didn't know why she wasn't allowed outside, but everything the Freedom Fighters did had a reason.

Hachirou chose to come in then and sat meekly in the corner without saying a word. Yui smiled gently at him, knowing that he startled easily and wondering what his history was. She hadn't really talked to him as he always seemed to be out buying food for the kitchen or avoiding everyone else. "Hello Chi-kun," Yui greeted in hopes that they could become friends eventually. She wanted to get to know everyone and help out in whatever way she could, even if it meant continuing the menial housework she was doing now.

Gorman came in next and Yui tried not to stare at his eye. She hadn't seen it uncovered, but his light bearing mark was in the spot where he normally wore a patch. Yui looked at the table as he said hello and returned his greeting with a quiet "Hi." She tucked her legs underneath her and wondered what the meeting was about. A briefing? An attack plan? A simple gathering of the heads to collaborate on their next move? She couldn't wait to see the Freedom Fighters in action.

"Heya kiddo." Someone suddenly said, ruffling Yui's hair. Her head jerked up on reflex and she reached up to smooth the tousled strands. It was just Ken, whom Yui didn't mind. "Erh, I guess I shouldn't be calling you kiddo. Sorry, reflex of mine. But I guess I can't help it ya know. Meh, whatever." Yui smiled, she could tell she was a lot younger then most of them so being called a kid didn't really bother her. "It's alright, I don't mind." Yui responded to the shark-toothed boy. Ken's gesture reminded her of something else and an odd, foreign feeling filled Yui's chest. Someone had once done the same thing, but every time Yui stretched for the memory it lingered just out of reach.

She frowned as she thought, trying to push through the mental block harder and wincing when a terrible pain filled her head. Yui ceased her attempts to think back and leaned forward in her seat, reaching for a pen when she suddenly realized she had no idea if she could read or write. Yui's frown deepened, she really was useless.

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Mitsuko listened intently, happy to find that Yui had started to get used to the FF lifestyle. That was until...
'What did she just say?' Mitsuko thought. For a moment she considered asking Yui to reiterate her prior statement, before she realized that her ears weren't playing tricks on her. Suddenly springing to her feet, Mitsuko looked to Yui with an expression of panic, almost foreign to the FF leader. She wanted to know exactly what had happened. How far she went, who was with her, anyone who had seen her. All of this information was crucial.

Before she could utter a word, her train of thought was interrupted by Hachirou's rather stealthy entrance. This was however, ruined by Yui's cheerful greeting. Even had she not called him out in greeting, it was kind of hard for Mitsuko to miss someone coming through the only entrance to the room. After taking a few seconds to revaluate her priorities, Mitsuko ultimately decided to pull Yui to the side later to question her. Right now, the more important task was gathering everyone for the meeting and personally scolding those who hadn't met the scheduled time limit, without proper reason.

"Oh, Hachirou-kun~" Mitsuko called out in a sickly sweet tone. Without giving the child-like man time to react, she swiftly caught the front of his collar and pulled him in to face her. "Remember what I told you I would do to you last time you were late?" Mitsuko asked him. The malice in her voice seemed almost venomous. Hachirou's timing couldn't have been worse. Not only had he been late, but he had intruded on Mitsuko and Yui's personal time. There was also the fact that she had no one to vent on before him. This was truly the worst time Hachirou could have showed up.

Luckily, he was saved by the appearance of none other than Gorman Carvolo. "Well if it isn't the resident geezer. I won't except any excuses this ti-... Huh?" At the mention of her beret, Mitsuko instinctively let go of Hachirou and lifted her hands to where her beret should have sat. To her surprise, only one hand actually touched it, while the other feebly grasped at nothing. "I just wanted to try out a new style. Got a problem with it?" There it was. Mitsuko's knack for pulling out an excuse or flawed reasoning, seemingly from thin air. This task had almost become subconscious for her by now. Despite her words, Mitsuko sullenly resituated the beret back onto her head, the way it was supposed to be worn.

To Mitsuko's distain, another idiot joined the fray. "You baby killer!" Mitsuko merely stared at Ken in silence, slightly bewildered by his sudden exclamation. Before long, she passed it off as Ken just being Ken. Eyeing him down, Mitsuko smirked as the realization of the situation began to dawn on man. Walking in on his and Yui's conversation, Mitsuko smacked Ken on the back, intending only to inflict a little pain. "What's with that awkward speech pattern, K? That's a little unlike you." Giving him a mischievous smirk, Mitsuko turned around as if to taunt him. "Don't tell me you were staying up all night again. There's no way I can let you participate in the new mission in this condition. Don't worry about the mission. Go get some rest." Anyone who knew Mitsuko long enough could tell when she was bullshitting, not that it kept her from putting on little displays like this. Spinning back around, Mitsuko raised and extended her left index finger towards him. "As if. What do you think you're doing staying up so late when you knew we were having an important meeting today?"

Arcing her finger from Ken, across the room over everyone else, Mitsuko continued. "This includes the rest of you(minus Yui). I'd like a half-decent explanation of why you all showed up so late... Or else." Mitsuko turned her head sharply towards Hachirou with a sinister twinkle in her eye. Seeing him as the easiest target among the group, Mitsuko knew exactly who to shoot for if she needed to make a point. In a monotonous voice, she uttered two words, supposedly meant to be the group's time limit to get their story straight. "30 seconds." The entire time, Hachirou never left Mitsuko's glare.

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Hachirou blinked as Yui greeted him, he wasn't usually greeted so kindly. Hachirou waved timidly back. Then Mitty-Chan got hostile. . . Again. She snapped at him and he started stuttering something but he was saved by the entrance of Gorry-Chan. He praised Gorry-Chan silently as more people stumbled into the room. Hachirou took out his notes and wrote down the time as the arrived by name. Then he wrote down everything Mitty-Chan said to anyone, and he also wrote the time they were said. He was enjoying be a bit of a wallflower, smiling kindly and nodded quietly as people spoke.

He always loved when everyone gathered together, it made him feel like it was a happy family. . . He shook his head sadly remembering his lack of a . . . Happy childhood. Sniffling a bit he was interrupted by Mitty-Chan threatening him . . . Again.

"I-I w-we-well I wa-was la-late beca-because I g-got su-super l-lo-lost Mitty-Chan. Pl-please don't be so sc-scary. Your a cutie-bug when yo-you aren't so me-mean." Hachirou winced and recoiled like he knew Mitty-Chan was going to slap him upside the head. Tears rolled down his face as he felt her anger sweltering. While he cried little pens and such levitated off the table because of his telekinesis.

"Al-also. . . To an-answer your fi-first question. . . I re-remembered the no-notes this ti-time. Also ag-again, I'm sor-sorry for cal-calling you sc-scary and me-mean." Hachirou said very shyly stuttered like crazy as Mitty-Chan glared him down, his body shivered slightly under the pressure. He hated it when Mitty-Chan got angry at him. . . Maybe Gorry-Chan or Kenny-Chan or Yui-Chan would come to his aid. . .

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Aaanndd that should be enough for now. With the final photo taken with the camera of his cell phone, Yuuka Fujiki slipped back into the shadows of the alley way of a nearby building. Tasked with acquiring images of Ira's headquarter's outer perimeter security camera's, as well as gathering intel on the guard shifts and positions, Yuuka finally had gotten all the information he needed after spending a day and a half creeping around enemy territory. Exhausted and sleep deprived, he sat himself down on a quiet street corner after he had made a good ways away from the enemy HQ. It was time to take a breather before the long trek home. Yuuka powered on his cell phone and checked the images he had taken. For a cell phone, they were surprisingly of good quality and the zoom was something else. Though they were clear enough to see positioning it was still a bit blurry to see exact detail anywhere but it was enough. If Mitsuko wanted to complain then she would have to come out here and take them again herself.... Or get him a better camera. A few snowflakes had begun to fall on the touchscreen surface of his phone and Yuuka decided that he should get going before it got too cold. Wiping the snow from his goggles he got to his feet and began making his way back home.

Yuuka made good time and was back in the Freedom Fighter's home district in under an hour. The train ride back had been hell for him but that was particularly his fault for not exactly riding the train like normal public transportation customers would. Mitsuko always told him to take precautions when leaving HQ. He could never draw unnecessary attention to himself nor could he even be seen. The risk of those loyal to Ira discovering his identity was too great. The Freedom Fighters had already taken great measures to put him under the radar and he dared not waste their hard work by being discovered. So Yuuka had found himself riding atop the speedy bullet train in the middle of the night during a heavy snowfall. Thanks to his abilities, he was able to magnetically stick himself to the top of the metal train to keep himself from sliding off the high speed train but that meant his hands weren't free to shield his face from the falling snow that pierced his skin as he blazed along with the train. Thank god for his goggles. He probably would have been blind without them. He had to remind himself to at least bring a face mask or scarf next time.

Finally arriving at the Freedom Fighter HQ, Yuuka breathed a sigh of relief. A nice hot bath was sounding heavenly right about now but unfortunately he had just gotten a notification that a meeting was going to be held in just a few minutes. He had arrived just in time. If he had stayed any later and missed the meeting, Mitsuko would have his head. It was best not to anger the hot headed leader. Shaking all of the snow that was caked to his jacket, Yuuka began to make his way around the house to the hidden entrance, again not wanting to be seen even entering. Though before he could slip to the back a small figure standing a little away from the front door. Instantly recognizing the young new member Yuuka froze with confusion and disbelief. What was she doing outside? In the moment he was right about to dash over and pull her inside, the boy relaxed. One of the other members had beaten him too it and Yuuka watched as Yui was led inside. A small sigh of relief escaped from Yuuka's lips as he finally made his way inside as well.

Without even bothering to visit his room to rest even for a second, Yuuka made his way to the meeting room. Hopefully he wasn't the last one to arrive. He wasn't in the mood to being scolded but right now he really wasn't in the mood for anything at the moment. Usually he would brush off Mitsuko's rude insults or comments and politely apologize when she scolded him but being as dead tired as he was, he REALLY wasn't in the mood. But... He would deal with it. This is the life he chose and now wasn't the time to be complaining. Hopefully with the intel he was about to provide, the Freedom Fighters would be able to successfully launch an assault on Ira's HQ without any incidents. Arriving at the door of the meeting room, Yuuka could hear commotion inside. Well.... Commotion as in Mitsuko scolding the others for arriving late. Damn..... So I was late after all. Well... Here goes nothing.

Yuuka entered the meeting room and found only 5 of the other members, including Mitsuko, inside and seated. At least he wasn't the last to arrive. Even Yui who he had seen only a few minutes before was here before him. Christ... How fast did that girl walk to get here? Yuuka nodded greetings to the members present and sat himself down. "Sorry I was late. The trip from Ira's HQ to here was longer than I expected. I have all the information you requested right here." Yuuka turned on his phone and slid it across the table so Mitsuko could take a look at the photos. "By the way, it looks like I'm not the only one late to the meeting. Where are the others?"

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Gorman rolled his eyes at Mitsuko's remark on wearing her beret in a "new style." He looked back to her, nodding his head, "Of course it is, Mitsuko. Of course it is." he said, raising an eyebrow at the shouting that came from outside the room. He turned his head to watch the eccentric sharp-toothed Ken slip into the room, Gorman just closing his eyes and turning his head to face forwards again. These kids were the strangest group he had ever worked with, he thought about. He couldn't help but scoff in amusement, his the corner of his lips twitching up slightly in a smile before he opened his eyes up to meet Mitsuko's scrutinizing glare as she asked them all where they had been.

He opened his eyes when he heard Hachirou speak up, only for the young man to begin crying under the pressure of their leader. Gorman's small smile vanished as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before lowering his hand and looking up at Mitsuko. "Leave the kid alone, would you?" Gorman said, snatching one of the floating pens out off the air as he began to lightly tap it on the table to the rhythm of a song stuck in his head. "You really need to lay off of him, Mitsuko." he said before turning his head to view new member to this cluster.

He watched as Yuuka stepped up, removing his phone and sliding it across the table towards Mitsuko. The mention of information on Ira's HQ had Gorman sitting up in his chair to lean forwards some. He let the phone go to Mitsuko first, as much as he wanted to see the pictures now. He knew that it would eventually get around to him, so there was no need to fight with the beret-wearing-spazz over it. "Good to know then, Yuuka. Thank you." Gorman said, looking at the man before looking back to Mitsuko and the phone. "Anything to help get a plan in motion is appreciated at this point..." Gorman said quietly, to no one in particular. If anything, it was more so an expression of irritation with himself, because he was not having an easy time figuring out how to approach this attack.

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"Mmm..." Margaret blinked her ruby eyes open slowly, a deep sigh escaping from her lips. Her surroundings were gradually becoming less like colourful blurs and more like her familiar office, with sheets of paper spilling over every surface and a stack teacups balancing dangerously over a stack of corny bodice rippers. Despite having only moved in to her new office recently, it was already a workplace hazard. She stretched up and yawned loudly, her arms disturbing the sparkling wind chimes hanging over her desk. "Babyface, I'm awfully sorry about that... Mum wouldn't let me go, you know how it is... so, did I take your blood already or do we just have paperwork to..." Maggie swiveled around on her chair and murmured sleepily, rubbing her eye and flashing an apologetic grin. When her vision came into focus once more, she blinked hard, discovering her visitor to no longer be visiting. The only "people" to be seen were her 5 penguin familiars, looking up at her disapprovingly.

"Ehh? Gorman's gone?" She leant back against her chair, letting one arm rest on her desk. "Geez, that's no good. These blood tests are important, so he should have woken me up. Besides, it's rude to leave a lady without saying goodbye, at least." Her shoulders sunk down and she sighed exasperatedly. "Honestly, I still need to ask about the prospect of getting a bone marrow analysis from him, and I'd rather do it sooner than later..." At this she scraped the side of her mouth to rid herself of dried spit as her other hand crept down to her bottom draw. From within it she pulled out a large packet of something and plucked out a lollipop from her pen holder, undoing its wrapper with one hand. One of her penguins had clambered up on top of her desk and was staring at her. Maggie stared back, dunking her lollipop into the packet and bringing it out covered in small white grains, then reclined suddenly. "What do you mean, Gorman's blood extraction was scheduled for tomorrow? I could have sworn he was here just... how long have I been asleep for?!"

The penguin tapped her desk, drawing her attention to what was laying in front of her. A crossword puzzle was lying open, not even half done. She smiled sheepishly at the penguin, scratching the back of her head. "Well, maybe I was asking for it - ouch!" The penguin pecked her square in the forehead and jumped down from the desk, waddling over to join the rest of its kin. "Don't you go ganging up on me..." she said, squinting her eyes and jabbing her salt-crusted lollypop at the birds accusingly. With that she swiveled back around and popped the... er... "sweet" into her mouth, sucking noisily. Even the penguins waddled backwards while watching her and one retched - after all, as pieces of her soul they could taste whatever she could. Maggie's focus was back to her crossword. She couldn't ditch the nagging feeling that she had forgotten something. Perhaps it was one of the crossword answers?

"Grahhh..." she grumbled, readjusting her lab coat in an attempt to make herself believe that she was smarter... well, at least more awake, "An arrangement with one or many to meet at a particular place or time... why, that's too easy! It's an appointment!" Maggie laughed and tried to write her answer into the squares, only to find it too long. "Whaaaaat..." she moaned and dipped her lolly back into her secret salt and licked it, disheartened. For a few seconds she was only interested in her lollypop, humming a tune to herself. It was an odd tune with strange ups and downs to the melody, at some bits high and whiney and at others deep and throaty. She continued to hum until a voice inside of her replied,

"It's 'gathering', dumbass. Read the multiple definitions and wake up already, it's the freaking afternoon. Why isn't this ringing any bells for you? You know what, screw it! I'm done here! If you haven't gotten a clue from this, I'm not even going to tell you what you've forgo-"

"Thank you, Mum~!" Maggie tapped her head with her pen and wrote in her answer. In under a minute, the rest of the crossword was filled in - even the difficult bonus crossword in the margin, which would be considered an incredible feat. Maggie's self satisfaction lasted less than 10 seconds, up till when she realized that the sense of forgetting something had not left her. Her familiars were jumping up and down, trying to remind her of something, but they wouldn't tell her anything... Maggie threw her lollipop stick into her bin, and for once it actually made its mark. "This isn't helping at allll... Chi-kun?"
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A spark went off in her mind and she stood up suddenly. Her familiars, who were circling her at the time, flipped back and scrambled away from her in alarm. "Return!" Maggie's fist clenched, gathering her invisible threads up in her hand and yanking at them. Her mark glowed bright silver and her eyes shined as the glowing threads that wove her penguins unravelled and returned to her, sinking themselves back into her skin. She slipped off her lab coat and tossed it over her chair in her rush to leave her office, speed walking down the halls of HQ as she searched for the boy. "I know it... I can feel it..." She patted her skirt pocket, just to make sure that she had a napkin at the ready.

"Good morni-" When Maggie burst through the meeting room's doors, her eyes snapped straight to Hachirou, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Chi-kun!" Maggie cried out to him, whipping out her napkin and walking straight over to his side. Taking one of his hands gently, she placed the napkin in his palm and let his fingers curl around it before guiding his hand up to his cheek. She tilted her head and smiled down at him affectionately. "What's wrong, Chi-kun? Is Mitty-chan teasing you again? There's no need for tears, we both know she doesn't mean anything cruel." Maggie let go of his hand and paused to listen to anything Hachirou felt the need to blubber about, a concerned look in her eyes but a comforting smile on her lips. Eventually her mind drifted over to join the rest of the room.

"An arrangement with one or many to meet at a particular place or time..."

Maggie gasped as the realisation finally hit her and the guilt bubbled up inside her like boiling water in a kettle.

"Now? You get it freaking now?! Oh, for crying out loud, this woman..."

"I am so terribly sorry!" Maggie bowed her head down again and again in a nodding motion, "I will not make any excuses for myself, and I understand that I really am a terrible influence, but you must understand how terrible I feel for this." Looking up again, she smiled at everyone brightly. "But I'm here now, right? So, let's get this started!"

She twirled around, swinging her arms out, before pointing straight to Gorman. "Babyface, take it away!" She chimed and pulled out a chair. She patted the seat next to her as an invitation for Hachirou to join her while she looked up at the strategist, waiting for, well, a strategy.

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Hachirou was twitching nervously sitting on the ground in front of Mitty-Chan when Gorry-Chan spoke up and saved him! A light sparked up in Hachirou's eyes and he smiled happily gathering up things scattered about that had been thrown by his telekinesis. He looked to Gorry-Chan with a look of admiration, he admired the strategist, he was tough and nothing seemed to scare him!. Just then, some tears were still on his face as a woman barged in. Maggie-Chan! Hachirou loved seeing Maggie-Chan, she was always to very nice to him. As Maggie-Chan smiled at him, he was taken aback by her beauty. . .Could it be?. . . No. It's impossible.

"Ye-yeah, Mitty-Chan is ju-just stressed a-again. . . She li-lik-likes blaming me for her pr-problems. . . I don't blame her, it pro-probably is my fault somehow." Hachirou explained to Maggie-Chan as he took the seat next to her, she seemed to really like Gorry-Chan. They'd be a cute couple, Hachirou thought as he smiled and then wrote down all that had happened so far in the meeting. None of it was very important but he knew Mitty-Chan needed it. Since Hachirou wasn't much of a fighter, he was more of a coward he knew all he could really do was just write notes and go fetch things from the store. No one ever suspected him of anything, how could they? He cringed and yelped at the sound of thunder! He really wanted to be brave like the others but how could he? Sure, they tried training him how to fight. The only really good thing he could do was shoot a crossbow, so that's what they gave him to defend himself, and he doesn't usually miss because of his telekinesis.

Fighting has never been something Hachirou liked to do, he hated hurting others. So, taking all these notes, being snapped at by Mitty-Chan, it was all worth it to help the brave ones, to help those who have a chance at making a difference. With a sad little sigh he looked at Maggie-Chan, she was always so confident, so lovely. She was like his guardian, and he loved her for that. Although he'd never ever tell her that. It would remain inside of him forever, but maybe someday he could repay all the kindess she'd shown him. Yes, one day he would be her savior, but he'd tell her Gorry-Chan had saved her. They deserve each other, she doesn't need a pathetic coward like Hachirou. . .

As Hachirou sat there all these thoughts were floating around in his head but then he remembered all at once that he was supposed to be paying very close attention! He gasped a little and shook his head lightly before focusing in once again. He needed to be alert to everything around him if he was to retain any of what gets said at this meeting. Although there was one man in the room Hachirou didn't know very well at all, Mr.Yuu-Chan. He was a mystery to Hachirou, he had walked in a little before Maggie-Chan had, and all he did was nod. Hachirou wrote down everyone was late, except Yui-Chan. Mitty-Chan liked Yui-Chan a whole bunch.

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As you sleep peacefully, I watch over you from the outside I’ll be the cocoon that protects you from all the world’s emotions.





Yui was thankful for Mitsuko's sudden shift in attention, although it certainly was busy in the room now and all of the noise was making Yui's head hurt. Her mind spun and she reached up to touch the spot behind her ears where the odd feathers were, trying to make the pain go away. Things were still a bit overwhelming and she had been fighting a sensory overload since this morning. It was another reason Yui had decided to sneak outside, to attempt to get away from all the hubbub even if it was only for a few moments. Between Mitsuko's screaming and Hachirou's crying it was all growing to be a bit much and Yui moved from rubbing her temples to covering her ears. They were far too loud and Yui contemplated leaving when Yuuka, a boy who her conversations had been far and few between with, came in and slid a phone across the table. Yui's curiosity won over her headache and she decided to stay, giving a silent thanks for Gorman who told Mitsuko to stop teasing poor Hachirou and changed the topic to strategy.

Relieved at the silence, Yui uncovered her ears just as Maggie walked in. The girl retreated further into her chair, attempting to move away from the doctor; for no specific reason the woman made her uneasy. Perhaps it was because of the needles she had to chase everyone with in order to get samples of their blood? Maggie was the first one Yui had met, it was the face that had greeted her when she awoke in the med-bay of the FF headquarters and yet Yui did not trust the doctor one bit.

"Good morning sleeping beauty, finally awake are we?" A voice perforated the darkness, slicing through the comforting cocoon she had built herself so that people would stop hurting her. A cold feeling slowly snaked through her veins, jolting the female from her sleep and causing her to sit up abruptly, suddenly alert. Her blue eyes were wide and aware of the fact that she was in a rather messy office, papers skewed across the desk and teacups stacked haphazardly and far too close to the edge. "Where am I?" The child asked quietly, her voice soft and scratchy from not being used in a long time. The woman standing before her had hair as blonde as snow and bright red eyes that were as blinding as her smile, she was wearing a lab coat and holding a syringe full of blood that she quickly hid behind her back. There were penguins waddling around as well, but they were not normal looking creatures. They appeared as though they were spun from light and for a moment the girl believed she was dreaming. The child looked down at her arm to see that the cold feeling was coming from an intravenous drip that had been stuck into her arm.

"You're at the headquarters of the Freedom Fighters!" The woman spoke softly; then as a second thought added, "We should introduce ourselves. My name is Margaret Van Bokhoven, the woman who has been watching you sleep for the last week. Ah! Not creepily at all -" the doctor called Margaret smiled and scratched the back of her head. "Will you tell me your name?" The child opened her mouth to answer, then closed it, realizing she did not know. She furrowed her brow, trying to think but pain shot through her skull, causing her to cry out and clutch her head in agony. "You can take your time getting comfortable speaking to me, if you like." Dr. Margaret said and sat down in the chair beside the desk.

"I-I don't have one."

"What?! How could you not have a name?"

"I don't remember it.... I don't remember anything."


Yui's attention was brought back to the present when Maggie sat down in the seat between her and Hachirou. Yui shivered, suddenly cold and zipped up the jacket she was wearing. It was a borrowed article of clothing that was far too big and hung on her like a dress. Yui didn't mind though, the sweatshirt was well worn and comfortable. "Can I see the pictures?" Yui asked although there was no real reason for her to, she was just curious.

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Mitty-Chan seemed like she was sorry was yelling at Hachirou, he hated seeing her sad and he knew she was sad now inside. She covered it well by changing the subject but Hachirou knew her too well. Her entire speech Hachirou was just sitting there, thinking. He knew very well whenever Mitty-Chan got stirred up in this FF things she wanted complete attention and as such he gave it to her. To Hachirou, even though Mitty-Chan would get angry he knew she cared for him, she cared for everyone.

Hachirou liked to think of Mitty-Chan as a big sister type, looking briefly across Maggie-Chan to glimpse at Yui. She didn't seem very okay to him, she was obviously overwhelmed by all the noise. Hachirou felt like he understood her, she was scared and overwhelmed and tired. Hachirou smiled right at Yui-Chan when she was looking, he tried to seem like he was brave. The smile probably came across as a scared little thing but in his mind he looked very brave. Maggie-Chan was also paying close attention to the lecture, smiling sweetly like she always did. Hachirou liked these lectures, it made him feel like he had a big warm happy fanmily again.

Then he perked up when Mitty-Chan said she would be leading the next raid, he was worried, if she was the leader. . . Then if she got caught. . . Who would take over? What would happen to Mitty-Chan? A surge of bravery coursed through Hachirou and he stood up bracing his hands on the table.

"Mitty-Chan I can't allow you to lead the raid! You'll get hurt. . . Besides! you're the leader, they know that if you get caught. . . The rest of us are leaderless!" His bravery had fueled him, he didn't stutter and he spoke with authority, maybe even authority rivaling Mitty-Chan's. He began to feel his nerves rising up when he realized. . . All the attention was now on him.

"Mitty-Chan, you know if you lead the raid you can oversee it, and I-I" Hachirou's stuttering was coming back with a vengeance. No. . . Not until I finish!He cleared his throat but his nerves were then showing in other ways. . . Mitty-Chan's special monitor started glitching, pens and papers started floating.
"Mitty-Chan, I can't let you go and get hurt." Hachirou stared Mitty-Chan right in the eyes and realized his legs were frozen in fear from everyone's eyes trained on him. He couldn't sit so all he could do was maintain his gaze. However his bravery was running out and his face twitched slightly. On top of all of this, hachirou realized Mitty-Chan had called on Gorry-Chan and Hachirou had cut him off! Now he was even more terrified and he was sure it showed on his face . . . Pens and papers flew spastically as Hachirou fell onto the ground, on his hands and knees. His breath was coming in rapid breaths. Showing that yes, he was still very much a huge coward.

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"Good ta see you made it, Yuu! At least you brought a decent excuse with you this time." Yuuka blinked at Mitsuko's cheery greeting. He was expecting more of a scolding from her but it seemed like he was getting let off the hook. Watching as the hot headed leader scrolled through his work Yuuka hoped that his findings would prove useful for this dangerous operation. "Nice job, Yuu. These'll be useful for when we raid Ira's headquarters." Relieved that those sleepless nights brought satisfactory results, Yuuka sighed and sat back in his seat giving Mitsuko a "Thank you." and a smile. Gorman, the strategist, seemed satisfied as well. It seemed the meeting was about to officially begin even with a few of the other members missing but Yuuka's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden entrance of the Freedom Fighter's head medic, Margret. A gorgeous woman for her age, Margret Van Bokhoven was the ever cheery "mother" figure of the group and Yuuka always enjoyed her company as she was always willing to listen to anything he had to say as well as give great advice and comfort when anyone needed it. Though Yuuka had recently noticed that the silver-haired beauty would talk very little about herself. To him, she was still a real mystery to him and he realized how little of Margret he actually knew.

"Good morni-Chi-kun! What's wrong, Chi-kun? Is Mitty-chan teasing you again? There's no need for tears, we both know she doesn't mean anything cruel."

Yuuka's eyes drifted to one of the newest members of the FF, Hachirou and to his confusion it seemed as if he WAS tearing up. The boy sighed. Did Mitsuko go a little far again? Hachirou was constantly the target of their leader's strict treatment but it was understandable. Though the man was a few years older than Yuuka, it felt like he was the weak younger brother figure who had a big heart but weak personality. He always tried his best at whatever he did but his meek attitude often got the better of him most of the time. Yuuka wondered what Mitsuko had said to the man before he arrived and it seemed as though everyone was rushing to Hachirou's defense, ganging up on the young leader as they often did when she got too harsh with him. Mitsuko, looking defeated and disheartened at their remarks. Well, she did bring this upon herself but he understood why she was a bit more harsh on Hachirou than the others. He needed a little... toughening up... If you could call it that. Though Mitsuko's mood instantly turned a full 180 and the "lets get down to business" look was fully apparent on her face. It was time to begin.

"Alright, you lot! You'd all better be playing close attention, cause this meeting has officially started."

Yuuka listened to Mitsuko intently as she announced that the date of the raid on Ira's HQ was nearing. Apparently it would be during the time of the holidays which was an appropriate time. It might even catch them off guard though if Ira and his men knew anything of the FF by now Yuuka's guess is that they would always be on guard. With everything they had done as of late, it wouldn't be much of a surprise. Either way, this was not going to be easy and the stakes were running extremely high. This was the enemy base they were talking about, not some small research facility or database. And to Yuuka's surprise, Mitsuko announced that she herself was to be leading the charge. The boy's excitement ran through the roof when he heard that he would be fighting beside her once again. It had been forever since she had personally led an operation and Yuuka always found it quite the rush when he fought beside her. She was quite the warrior and Yuuka had noticed how gracefully and efficiently she carried herself in a fight. It made him wonder what had she done before all this? Even from all the time they had spent together simply talking, he still had no idea who she was before the Freedom Fighters. There were times when Yuuka had even asked simple questions about her past but Mitsuko always managed to turn the conversation in a different direction, skillfully dodging his questions. Before long, he stopped asking. If she wanted to tell him then she would. There probably was a good reason she kept her past from him and whenever she was ready, he would be there to listen. Though no matter who she was before this, Yuuka knew that he was always ready to follow her. She gave him as well as the rest of the members a place where they belonged. When the world and society rejected them all, she took them in. The least they could do was to put their trust and loyalty in her for all that she had done for them. Yuuka couldn't help but smile at the young leader as she went on about the operation. Though as Mitsuko was about to hand the floor over to Gorman, Hachirou suddenly jumped in which was very unlike him.

"Mitty-Chan I can't allow you to lead the raid! You'll get hurt. . . Besides! you're the leader, they know that if you get caught. . . The rest of us are leaderless!"

Yuuka sighed once again. What a naive remark. Though again it was understandable. He had not been with them long and probably did not know of Mitsuko's great fighting prowess. The man surprised Yuuka. He was unusually passionate about his statement and this voice was strong and true. A large contrast to how he usually spoke. Hachirou continued but it seemed that his brave outburst was wavering. "Mitty-Chan, you know if you lead the raid you can oversee it, and I-I" Yuuka could tell he was struggling to finish. He was thinking too much about what he had done and was faltering in his resolve. "Mitty-Chan, I can't let you go and get hurt."

Suddenly Yuuka felt a slight heaviness in the air. It was as if the atmosphere had thickened and a heavy weight was pressing down on his shoulders. Yuuka stared at the table and began to notice that the pens and papers that was laying on the surface had begun to levitate and the digital monitor behind Mistuko was failing. This was... 'Telekinesis'. Yuuka's attention once again shot to Hachirou. What the hell was he doing? The man was suddenly on the ground on his hands and knees obviously having some sort of breakdown. Had his brave outburst been too much for him? Whatever it was Hachirou had to get his powers under control before someone got hurt. In his mind, Yuuka knew that he should do something but decided against it. Hachirou's comments were directed towards Mitsuko. Though not intended as insulting Yuuka felt as if Hachirou's words were a bit humiliating to Mitsuko's ability. Knowing full well that the man's intentions were heartfelt and kind, Yuuka couldn't help but think how wrong Hachirou was. Mitsuko, though she had the appearance of a young teen, was probably the strongest out of all of them. There was a reason WHY she was the leader of the Freedom Fighters. When it came down to it, Yuuka trusted her with his life and she was one of the people he knew would never let him down. In reality, Mitsuko was the one that needed the least protection. Hell, she had protected all of them from the hand of Ira and if it wasn't for her, they would either be dead or imprisoned, never to see the light of day again. Yuuka shot a concerned look at Mitsuko which hopefully gave her the indication that she should be the one to say something if anything to calm the man down.

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Gorman just sighed at Mitsuko trying to brush aside his comment of Hachirou, saying that he should be able to defend himself. In all honesty, he wanted to argue the point, especially because it seemed like an odd statement considering that as Freedom Fighters, they were fighting for people who couldn't fight back on their own. However, he knew getting himself flustered like that would just be a terrible idea; not to mention he would not be the only getting flustered, as he would also possible rile up Mitsuko or others more.

Yuuka's entrance had distracted her though, and Gorman just watched the phone intently as Mitsuko looked through the photos on it. The next person though to burst into the room though was Margaret, who cried out to Hachirou before quickly moving to tend to him. Just like a mother, she quickly tended to the younger man to help simmer him down. Gorman was glad she had showed up, because he really, really did not want to hear more crying from Hachirou.

He crossed his arms onto the table in front of him, lowering his head down until his face was hidden against his arms. Mitsuko would get his attention when it was his turn for the phone, as well as for when she'd begin the briefing. Until then, he was going to do what he could to relax himself and his racing mind. Then he heard Margaret's nickname for him, the moment the phrase "Babyface" came form her lips he tensed up, groaning in irritation. He didn't even bother to lift his head up when he spoke, "Margaret, why must you call me that...?"

He lifted up his head, looking at her while leaning his cheek against the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the table. "At least Mitsuko's 'Geezer' crack is a bit more accurate, though still a little exaggerated." He said while looking at the leader before back to the doctor. Still, he couldn't help but crack a small smile some. He may not be the biggest fan of nicknames in general, but the fact that they had nicknames for two very different ages, and yet both still worked, was just amusing even to him.

He then looked to Mitsuko when she held out the Yuuka's phone to him, Gorman sitting right up and quickly taking the phone. "Thank you," he said, though he glanced over at Yui, his smile becoming a frown at the request to give her the phone. He would really rather not, as he'd like to hold onto the phone as long as he could. He could just get the photos copied to his own phone for him to look at, though. Keeping his eyes on Yui for a moment, he spoke again, "Yeah, I will."

He began scrolling through the pictures, going back-and-forth through them all and carefully viewing each one, even as the lights of the room dimmed as Mitsuko began her briefing. He was listening, despite his eyes being on the phone in his hands. He did look up at the leader at her mention of leading the raid, and Gorman raised an eyebrow for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't believe her to be capable, it was just something he hadn't expected her to say. He did not look away from her, now watching though his mind was half there as plans began to swim through his mind. When she asked him for his input, Gorman's eyes narrowed as they slowly fell to look at the table in front of him. What did he have to add? Right now, there was not much he could think of that would be different than the previous raid upon the lab. At least, nothing brand new and game breaking.

The usual of cutting power, trying to attack guards during the sentry patrols to try and sneak through the building as much as possible, attack from multiple points simultaneously so as to spread the enemy forces out as much as possible, and just various tactics such as that. Truthfully though, and much to his irritation, there was little that Gorman could really add to the plans. Yuuka's pictures and some other information on the building was all he really had. He had nothing about what was inside, and what might be lying in wait for them. Not to mention that after the last raid, Ira mostly certainly was going to have beefed up his security, and Gorman could only take shots in the dark on that.

He went to speak, but instead turned his head at the sudden outburst to his side. His eyes widened in surprise when they settled on the source, a strangely articulate Hachirou. Gorman just watched and listened to the young man, mostly out of mild shock, as this was definitely a new step for Hachirou. However, his surrounding caught his attention a bit more, as he noticed the flickering of the nearby screen as well as the various small items that began to move about in sporadic fashions. He even had to bring up a hand to catch a pen that was moving quite rapidly towards his face, as though the injury would be meaningless to him, a pen in the eye would still hurt like a bitch.

Hachirou finally collapsed to his hands and knees, but it did not stop the items from moving through the air and towards whatever happened to be in their way at a rapid rate. Hachirou needed to calm down, and the worse part was that Gorman really had no idea how to do that, but he felt he at least needed to add some part or try. "Hachirou, Mitsuko is right in that we need someone to lead the raid and she is perfect for it." He had raised his voice slightly, though it was hardly a shout. It was only enough so that he could be heard. "She will be ok; she wouldn't think to die on us like that. So just...please simmer down, before I end up with a pen impaled into me." as he said the last part, he swatted aside a pen that moved towards his face again. He frowned slightly out of annoyance when he accidentally managed to stab himself on the point of the pen when he had swatted it aside. "Not to mention, we have Margaret here to patch up any injuries, so long as people come back at least alive, we'll do fine in the end." he glanced once more to Hachirou as he said it, his tone raising a bit as he tied to keep annoyance from becoming to apparent.

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Hachirou clutched his head tightly in his hands, he was unraveling and everyone knew it now. . . He had deep rooted issues and he didn't know why, he was impeding this entire meeting, everyone hated him now. He only wanted to protect his friends. . .That's all, he had never had any friends before, but now he did. But, just like that he had lost them it seemed like. He felt silent tears roll down his face, he was shivering a little, he was frozen in fear. He knew his ability was out of control and he hated himself for letting it loose but he couldn't control it. He couldn't be brave. . . Not like Gorry-chan or Yuu-chan or . . . The one he admired most, he could never be brave like Mitty-chan.

Hachirou knew full-well Mitty-chan was brave enough to handle the raid, he knew, she was the strongest. He just saw himself. . . This had been building up for a long, long time. He had realized today, he was useless. He was nothing but a nuisance, a cowardly waste of male anatomy. Mitty-chan was upset, everyone was upset at him now. He couldn't move or breathe or control his abilities.

Yuu-chan was staring daggers at him, then he looked away. Hachirou knew he had to become calm or he was going to be the reason Mitty-chan got hurt. Then from the darkness in his mind he heard a voice. . .

"Hachirou, Mitsuko is right in that we need someone to lead the raid and she is perfect for it.She will be ok; she wouldn't think to die on us like that. So just...please simmer down, before I end up with a pen impaled into me.Not to mention, we have Margaret here to patch up any injuries, so long as people come back at least alive, we'll do fine in the end."

It was Gorry-chan, from the tone of voice Hachirou knew he was upset, very annoyed at him. . . Impaled. . . Impaled?! Hachirou bolted up from the ground, clambering a bit, struggling to stand but he finally managed it. His eyes were glowing a bit and stuff was flying sporadically around in the air, more tears slid down his face as he realized he was a menace. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath in. The room calmed and the pens and papers all fell with thuds and clanks back onto the table and the floor. The monitor began to work again, although now it read ERROR in big red lettering across it.

Biting his lower lip trembling in fear he couldn't look up, all he could do was sit in his chair again and hope. . . No, he wanted to leave, he wanted to run away. Maybe he'd get caught, maybe he'd even be executed for breaking the strict laws and then everyone would be better off without him. Then suddenly he tasted iron in his mouth, hot liquid, he had bitten through his lip trying to stifle his crying. Now he was bleeding into his mouth, not wanting to look up or let anyone know he swallowed the pool of blood that had been forming in his mouth with a heavy shudder.

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Mitsuko was well aware that there wasn't much to change as far as tactical advantage was concerned, but was prepared to take any alteration Gorman could think of into consideration. If it came down to it, then they could just go with the same rinse and repeat method they've been using for raiding missions. Although, it would be risky to continue utilizing the exact same methods, this time. Rather than thinking of a plan of invasion, they should first focus on how exactly they were going to use the festival as a distraction. She waited silently for his reply, until it seemed that he had gathered his thoughts together. Mitsuko raised her head to listen, when suddenly Hachirou let out a burst that seemed foreign to the young man.

"Mitty-Chan I can't allow you to lead the raid! You'll get hurt. . . Besides! you're the leader, they know that if you get caught. . . The rest of us are leaderless!" Mitsuko thought for a moment to retort, but found that Yuuka summed up whatever she had to say in a simple gaze. Carefully, she began thinking about her plan of action. As she did so, Mitsuko looked from each of her subordinates to the other as they exchanged words. She took particular notice in Gorman's rising irritation, which she could tell he was fighting to suppress.

Her attention was cut off by the monitor behind her, as it suddenly started freaking out. Realizing that now was the time to strike, Mitsuko ever-silently began her decent towards Hachirou. While the others were busy either consoling or attempting to calm him down, Mitsuko was thinking up what words would be best for this situation. Ultimately, she came up short and just said fuckit. As the distance began to close, a small sliver of crimson caught Mitsuko's eye, as Gorman swatted away a pen that successfully managed to jab itself into his hand. That was the last straw. Finally reaching Hachirou, Mitsuko slightly cringed at the sight of his blood. Despite Hachirou's efforts to hide it, Mitsuko couldn't be fooled. Gritting her teeth, Mitsuko took in a deep breathe.

"YOU IDIOT!" Filling up the room with a roar that could startle a lion, Mitsuko grabbed Hachirou's shoulders, not even considering the prospect of being gentle. She jerked his body backward, forcing him to make eye contact with her. Mitsuko grimaced as a small dribble of blood escaped his lips and leaked down Hachirou's chin. Swiftly, she rose a hand above Hachirou's head, at first appearing as if she planned on hitting him. Surprisingly, she brought the hand to the back of his head and slowly pulled it in closer until his forehead was touching hers. "Not a word. Ya hear? Just focus on me." Mitsuko commanded, closing her eyes. Utilizing her control over thought, Mitsuko began combating Hachirou's negative emotions. After a few seconds, a deep sense of serenity began to overpower Hachirou's fears and doubts. Letting out a long sigh, Mitsuko let go of Hachirou and grasped her own head, signaling that she had won. 'I really hate doing that... Ow.' Going from one battle to the next, Mitsuko fought to control the headache that was now purging her brain.

Using Hachirou's shoulder for leverage, Mitsuko cautiously pulled herself up, swaying a bit as she did. "Listen here, Hachirou. Cause I'm only gonna say this once..." Opening a single eye, Mitsuko made sure to look him dead in the eye. "While I may not be the greatest of leaders or the strongest of people, I will never let my friends down. You can definitely count on me to come back. No... I'll bring all of us back alive." Mitsuko stated with a smile. As empty a promise as it may have been, Mitsuko meant it. Sure the odds of everyone making it back alive were senseless and just plain unrealistic. But if it served as a guard to keep her people's will's strong, then it was a promise Mitsuko was determined to keep.

"How touching. And you're calling us corny, eh Boss?" Whatever atmosphere Mitsuko had worked to make was utterly crushed by the appearance of Mayoi. After the monitor had switched to the error message, it seemed to activate the last signal reading Mitsuko had accessed before the meeting. "M-Mayoi?! How di-" Mitsuko began, her face turning a shade reder. "Not important. But I did wanna let you know that the mechs fixed up that old piece o' shit car you guys managed to scrap a few missions ago. Still seems like a lost cause to me." Mayoi stated, unwelcomely adding in his two cents. Mitsuko took this new information into consideration. Having a vehicle added into the plan could change a lot of things. For one, they would have a get-away ride, instead of having to escape Ira's HQ by foot. They may even be able to cause a bit of havoc at the festival with it.
"Not bad! Maybe we should move you to our communications divisions, since you're so much better at that than writing, Mayoi."
Mitsuko commented, giving the man a smirk, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Tell the mech guys that we'll be sending over a team to pick it up right away." Without giving the man a chance to respond, Mitsuko flickered off the monitor screen.

Mitsuko then spun around, once again giving off the air of a carefree individual. "Alright! I'd say that was a bit of good news. So who wants to accompany me to the delivery point?" Looking them all over, Mitsuko's eyes drifted over to Hachirou once more. Eyeing the cut on his lip, she still couldn't help but find it a little unnerving. "Oh yeah. Hey, Maggie. Can you tend to Hachirou?" Not that she really had to ask.

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Gorman watched Hachirou, seeing the fear and anxiety roiling around in him, something that was easy to see for even someone as usually thick as Gorman could be; the boy's body language spoke volumes. As he watched, he suddenly jerked his head over though when he heard a shout, his eyes settling on Margarret who was standing up in her seat. Gorman just blinked, confused as she sat down with ah and over her mouth, now wondering if the red tint on her face was because of the error message on the screen.

He didn't say anything, mostly because he was at a loss for words, and confusion only settled in his mind more when he looked over to Yui walking over next to him. He had been reaching up to pull the pen from his hand, but watched as Yui walked up and pulled the writing utensil out. Scowling, Gorman opened his mouth to scold her, as he was a bit irritated at her just doing it. No words came out of his mouth though as he watched the blood n his hand seep back into the wound, which closed a moment later as his own abilities took over. He glanced at the spot, which was free of any marks before watching a Yui walked away. "Ok then..?" as the display was a tad bit random for him.

Then he jumped slightly as another female shouted, though this time in clear words and he knew immediately who it was. He watched Mitsuko grab the still emotionally upset young Hachirou, and Gorman watched Mitsuko go to work with her own abilities. He recognized the motions she was doing, as well as the apparent discomfort she went through when she was finished. That was as much as he really understood of her powers though, other than the fact that they were nowhere near as straightfoward as his own were.

As things finally began to die down, Gorman finally just lowered his head and let it thunk onto the table. This had turned into one hell of a crazy and antic filled meeting, which in a way was nice, as it distracted a bit from the fact that he was empty right now on the strategies. He caught word of the others going to retrieve a repaired vehicle to make use of, something he had no real interest in being involved in. He heard Yui perk up, her voice a little louder than was needed; Gorman was silently thanking whatever had bestowed these powers on him that it prevented him from getting headaches, as right now he was certain his head would be pounding by now.

"Well," he began while lifting his head up to look at the others, "Unless you need me to go on this trip with you, I am going to retreat to my office and see if I can cook up...something..." he said, the last part trailing off into a tone of irritation. He stood up from his chair, looking towards Mitsuko first, "Good luck to you, squirt."] he said as he turned to leave the room.

He stopped just as he reached the door, turning to look back towards Margaret who was tending to Hachirou, who seemed to be donning a rare smile. It almost made Gorman smile himself, "If you want to get the blood, Margaret, just come and grab me." he simply stated, giving all of them one last look before he turned to leave the room and head for his office. Hopefully some smoking of his pipe would help to settle his thoughts and get his mind on track. Hopefully.