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ARIEL
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location = France – Renaissance Era
wearing = Black and gold
tags = Once Once
mentions = All groups




Lady Time froze the moment the Torvosaur met with the grassy terrain, it was quite the accomplishment. One deserving of a raise. Ariel found it a shame there weren’t too many spectators to witness what he and Rheavankeint had shockingly executed. The stampede would continue on until the tetrapod had come to realize that they were no longer being hunted.

The remainder of their time spent in the Jurassic Era involved rescue missions, administering first aid, and constructing the time machine. While they had traveled to a time in which humans inhabited the earth, it wasn’t Miraino; this current location was deficient in extraterrestrial beings, as well as artificial intelligence.

In their impromptu headquarters, the group began to speak, voices rising with displeasure. The cogs in his brain began churning, the machine wasn’t malfunctioning, the battery was simply drained, and they required a power unit. With the input of others, they were able to brew a plan.

This new strategy involved everyone playing a part, even those who had sustained injuries, primarily those associated with the Gold Squad. The feline alien known as Luness had a wounded torso, and Frey’s wrist was broken, and yet they weren’t directed to remain in the boutique with Filomina and Zolar.

In addition to the injured, those with supposed talents were expected to distract the legitimate guest. Rhea was the main attraction of the evening, it didn’t feel right that she was subjected to this, even if it were for the sake of the mission, but she didn’t object. Ariel was fortunate enough to be selected for the group falsifying royals.

Ava questioned group three, “Like we should be here.” answered the inventor. “I just hope most of you know how to waltz.” teased Ariel.

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TORIN



location: France (1500s)
with: Group 2
tags: Uniko Uniko // AreSneksSly AreSneksSly // .V1LLAINISM._ .V1LLAINISM._


So they weren’t back in present-day Miraino. Additionally, the gold squad wasn’t looking great. Was he asking for too much of his team? Was it really that difficult to come out unharmed during times like these? The only two that seemed to be doing well were Del and Dahlia, which wasn’t much of a surprise. Frey had been injured by who he assumed to be no other than the limp droid he had carried to the cave (he made a mental note to check up on Frey because he knew the shorter male loved to complain). Luness had decided to play heroine yet again. This left Dalziel, who held a murderous aura that anyone who had been around him enough could pick up. In short gold squad looked like a fucking mess.

Whenever they returned he knew he’d have to report what had occurred during their blast to the past, including Zolar breaking Frey’s wrist. The very idea made him pinch the bridge of his nose in aggravation. While the others waited for the return of Ava, Aylin, TJ, and Uzali, Torin was left to think of a way to formulate a report that wouldn’t get Zola permanently discharged. Unfortunately in order for Torin to perform at his peak, he’d have to leave all thoughts of the other on the back burner, besides if he trusted anyone to care for Zola, it’d be Filomina, despite their distaste for each other.

Torin entered the palace with his designated group. They were certainly a melting pot of personalities, so this was going to go really well or really bad, no in-betweens. Drexel spoke, and everything about high society that Torin detested oozed out of the only other male. “You look ridiculous, we all do.” A dark hand motioned at everyone in the group, fashion during this time period was anything but appealing and certainly not comfortable. “Shay, Drexel, you two should do an act together, maybe you can toss some knives at her.” He offered a smile, though it was hardly a sincere one. “Rhea what’s your plan to woo the crowd?” Appearance alone wasn’t enough, given her costume he figured the hybrid-looking alien had mapped out her own showstopper.

As for the always unsatisfied leader of the gold squad, he’d flip, bend and twist until Uzali gave him the signal to assist her and Lara.

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Rheavankeint Zorayna Venk
Location: Baguette Land, 1530’s | With: Group Three
Interactions: Torin [ Fanaa Fanaa ], everyone in group three I guess

Hearing her name, Venk looked up from her brooding to see Torin staring at her with a pointed look, clearly awaiting an answer. Removing the bit from her mouth, Rhea coughed into her fist before responding. “I was thinkings that one... not heavy member could make a big show of riding me. Miss Corbin, for example. She coulds do a laugh and draw more attention to us, maybe even striking me with a whip as is the common. I will do the whinnying, prance around on stage more and leap over some of those-”

Rhea paused, drawing a line with two fingers. “The… ones that horses jump. Or a makeshift one, if we don't have an actual... thing.” Her hands fell to her sides. It was an awkward end, and certainly not the most eloquent way she’d ended a conversation. Avoiding eye contact the centaur coughed into her fist again. “If we needs more, I could do a balance act on my nose, if we have a ball of course,” she continued. A few moments passed. A few, very painful moments. “It is not… perfect. If you wish to make suggestions for improvement you may.” This truly was painful for her. She closed her eye with a grimace, trying to forget that flounder. Why would Nox pull a question on her? She wasn’t ready! Bad enough she had to look like a fool in front of what would very likely be hundreds of people, now she looked like an actual fool in front of her own group mates!

She could already see them cackling. Maybe not Nox, LaFrae or Corbin, but definitely Vitek. 'I'll just punch him when we gets back,' she thought to herself. With a deepened scowl and an even fouler mood than before, Rhea tugged her hood over her face, praying it helped hide the warm red flush that covered her cheeks.
 
DALZIEL
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location = France – Renaissance Era.
wearing = royal guard uniform
tags = none
mentions = Uzali, Filomina, Drexel, Alexander, and Kayden.





For a man of few brain cells Drexel was a crafty lad. Dalziel put all thought of inflicting pain on halt as a voice of reason sliced through the tense air. Their scuffle would have to wait for another time, they seemed to have plenty of it.

Perhaps Dalziel’s deduction of Kayden was incorrect, for there he was, intervening, impartially so, but an interference nonetheless. As luck would have it, the two were not intended to harm one another, no, the only individual that would come out of this group with a physical affliction would be Alexander. Lee had secured the fragment, which in turn ensured their safe return to the year 3031, in what would then be Miraino City.

Well that was the expected outcome, however it was not the one he, or any of the other poor unfortunate souls were granted (at least his sweet twin brother and trusted friend were both safe and accounted for). For here they were in 16th century France, and they were social pariahs. The group of twenty-one sought refuge in a vacant retail store. This later became their unofficial command post, with the Lakaris girl taking on the position of watch guard while the others infiltrated the grand estate.

As he stood at attention, two points became clear. The uniform for royal guards was for aesthetics and that alone, and that out of all the powdered faces, oversized wigs, and bedazzled gowns one appeared to be a diamond in a sea of coal. But this was expected, she had come from a similar society, and so for her this was the norm. In that moment he was content with watching the lights dance off her platinum tresses. She truly was a princess.

coded by solarsaphia.
 
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uzali vovina altovar
location

1500s France - Inside Palace Ballroom
outfit

Group Three
Tartimok Fanaa Fanaa
Ariel deliriousmishaps deliriousmishaps
Frey smolfluffball smolfluffball
Lara Lioness075 Lioness075
Aylin kath1515 kath1515
Ava Once Once
wearing

French Gown

It was taking quite nearly all of the princesses poise and control not to do what she had a known habit for, which was to disregard her duties and instead wonder about her surroundings and discover all she was able to satiate her curiosity. Unlike the majority of her fellow peers, Uzali was not impartial to finding herself still being tossed about in the past. Now that she knew how the mechanism worked(and which she fully intended to pursue further research on the creation of time travel for future use) and it's capabilities to quite literally manipulate time and space, she was not as fearful of the outcome of it like she was during the first time. Especially now that this time she had made sure to keep within close proximity of her sibling, and as well as ensuring that everyone else made sure to keep close together while they made the journey back to the present so as to not become separated again. And despite the plan to stay close having worked, it seemed their transportation home did not.

She couldn't say she were disappointed by it. While it was concerning as to how the device did not complete it's original trajectory, the foreign alien had found their current settings to be just as intriguing as their last, if not more so. There so many humans, that she had almost forgotten that she herself were not like the rest, that the unity between the Earthlings and other life forms was not nary a thought yet within this current day and age. Though, she recalled briefly her father and uncle often of their frequent excursions around the galaxies, with Earth having been part of their many conquests during their juvenile days. And now, she had somehow managed to find herself following in her fathers footsteps. Oh, how she longed to share of her many travels since being on Earth, much like the stories her family used to share to the young royal siblings. But such things could not happen, would not happen again. A frown settled on her pristine features as her reminiscing once again took ahold of her, even as she knew she should be focusing on the mission at hand and not her long gone past.

But thankfully, her brother somehow seemed to know when to distract her from her fleeting thoughts as he successfully captured her attention with his incessant complaints of their required wardrobe. "Understandings Uzali does not be having much of either, dear brother, but yes, Uzali is believing we are to be this 'duke' and 'd-duch-sss'." She struggled with forming the proper syllables to pronounce the odd sounding title. She spared a concerned glance over towards Frey who was nearest to Lara, it was such an inconvenience her advisor of Earth was unable to speak. Not much was relayed back to her, nor anyone else about how the spectacle wearing human became so damaged as well as vocally impaired, but Uzali would have to find out when she could another time, namely once their objectives were accomplished. When it was suggested the twins pose as said duke and duchess, with Uzali playing as some sort of governess for the faux queen Lara, it had took a few moments for it to be made understandable to her. After it was explained that it was closely related to that of their real statuses of being royalty, was when it began to make sense to the socially dense princess.

Somehow, they managed gain access into the palace with little to no resistance, the royal guards merely bowing in respect to the sight of the royal party's arrival, before parting to make way for them to saunter inside the grand estate. Uzali couldn't help but marvel in awe at seeing such ancient architecture on Earth. Something about it all felt so primitive, yet also abundant with timeless beauty. If one could call it that. Placing a gloved hand onto Tartimok's forearm, she gazed around at the sights and sounds of the unique music being orchestrated, the bustling human men and women gallanting around the lavish ballroom. Her eyes took in nothing but bounds of gold, colorful jewels, and the most magnificent gowns she's seen the humans of this planet wear. "You are as they say, looking the fine, Tartimok." She stated, offering her playful smile she reserved for him. It was, quite possibly the most amount of clothing she's seen the warrior prince have on his person, but it oddly suited him. Minus the obvious ripping at the seams where his unnecessarily large human muscles lay hidden beneath. But they had to make due with what was available. Gratefully, Uzali's own choice of garments wasn't much unlike that of what should have to wear when performing her actual royal duties back in the empire. But there was also a lot of layers that made the dress bothersome heavy and at times, difficult to move around in. "Does this gathering of the humans not give you reminding's of...party's back home?" She further went on to ask, her sapphire orbs watching the humans parade around the the masquerading group of royals.

Just then, her attention was drawn towards the front of the grand ballroom, where a raised platform was located. And just as a swaying couple made their way around the dance floor, and out of her line of sight, she could see the familiar design of the bejeweled box, where the gorgeous, rare crystal sat inside the velvet lined box on a pedestal display for all the guests to see, and admire. Uzali hurriedly pointed over at the pedestal, though was growing mildly aggravated at the random humans who would block her line of sight. "The crystal!" She exclaimed, drawing a few questioning stares their way, but she of course paid it no mind nor was aware the current scrutiny they were getting from the party goers. She was tempted to simply to go up and take the needed element, but that was not apart of the carefully detailed planned that was set, and Uzali knew enough than to not follow given directions. Not too mention, once they had the crystal in their possession, that would also mean they would need to leave and she secretly was not yet ready to depart from this mysterious period in time. She of course kept that part to herself.

Now that they were at least aware of where exactly the crystal was inside the palace, it seemed they would now need to simply get Lara in possession of it. Which would only be done once the ceremony began. Mild chatter next to her caused the platinum leader to turn and catch the tail end of what her squad member Ariel, suggested playfully to Ava. However, the joke behind it was missed on her, as her lips widened into an intrigued smile, "Walt-z?" She used her other arm to gesture at the crowd of dancing couples around them, "Ah, is that what the humans of this time do? How, fascination." The alien said incorrectly. There was only a moments pause as the platinum haired alien took one sweeping look around the room before settling her bright sapphire orbs on the entirety of her group that included three from her own squadron, the human Frey, and an Oynx member, as she went on to suggest her grand idea. "Then we are to do this waltzings too! Yes, yes." Momentarily removing her grip from her siblings arm, the exiled princess took the liberty of taking Ava's wrist and placing her hand onto Ariels bicep, she then gave the same treatment to Aylin by putting her hand on Frey's uninjured arm. Satisfied with her chosen pairings, the platinum lead nodded her head.

"Go. Go do the waltzings that the kind Ariel said, it should do good helpings for success of mission. Understood?" The former royal researcher demanded. Though the wording still needed serious work, her naturally regal tone left no room for someone to say otherwise. "Human Frey know the dancing's too yes? You will aid Ariel." She added as afterthought before gently placing her hands on the pairs backs and pushed(shoved) them out towards the awaiting dance floor. Uzali was not familiar with the addition of Ava, but the human woman appeared competent enough in her standards, and Frey was a trusted ally of hers. She was confident in her own squadron that they would not falter in their assigned objective.

It now left Uzali, Tartimok and Lara to continue with the other part of the plan, which was to get Lara inside the queens chambers, replace the queen with Lara. Turning once again, she came to face the smaller human girl before her. Uzali's sapphire eyes met equally ice blue. Those within Rotek often compared the two pale haired women, even some going as far as to claim they were literal sisters of some sort. Uzali never understood the references to their relation, noting the only comparable sibling she should and only have was the one standing directly beside her. Nevertheless, Lara has shown some instances of her usefulness in the platinum squad and earned the princesses respect in that regard. Not too mention she thought the human female to be of a humorous interest as well. Uzali's scrutinizing gaze left Lara's, as she hummed to herself whilst observing the faux queen up and down. She shook her head in disapproval, "You must have lookings of being the royalty, lady Lara. And you are not doing the lookings." Uzali judged, and without warning, placed her pale hands over Lara's shoulders and forcefully straightened her back out. "Hm...it is better, no? Brother what thinkings you have?" She requested, not stopping to consider how Lara would be feeling before the platinum leader recalled a task that she was supposed to do upon gaining succesful access inside the palace. As she awaited for her brother to give his own opinions, if there was any, Uzali pulled up her disguised comms device that was in it's usual bracelet form and sent off a short ping to the Gold squad lead for him to help aid getting Lara to the next location.
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With the threat taken care of, Atlas could finally take his group to gather their fragment - which, ultimately, was served to them on a silver platter, sitting out in the open with a little red bow on top. After regrouping and succeeding in the valiant effort to save Shay, everyone was finally back together; not only was everyone back together, but none of them were dead! An absolute win for team Rotek! After doing his best to console Shay, someone brought up how Atlas couldn't bring the raptor with him. Unacceptable.

Atlas had to take one for the team. Even though the dead raptor would definitely make some research breakthroughs and be incredibly beneficial to modern scientific endeavors, he was told it wasn't "necessary." Fine, fair enough. Maybe the unrelenting attempts to convince him was because they saw through to Atlas' true intentions of just stuffing it and putting it up in his room? Definitely not.

To ease his own dismay, Atlas told himself that the corpse would interfere with the machine's ability to function. It helped him relax as he left his buddy behind.

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After yet another unpleasant space-and-time distortion, they didn't even end up back in their own time. Arguably, prehistory was *much* more interesting than wherever they were now. No action, no dinosaurs - just people frolicking around without a single worry in the world. As stale as it was, it meant that he'd get a breather from worrying about everyone. Everyone was finally accounted for again. Unlike the situation when they were thrown about at random, they actually had control and could plan out their next move. The most difficult part of the botched "mission" had been completed, they just needed to make the final push towards the present.

Colonizing the boutique shop and eliminating its inhabitants was easy, as there was only one poor guy in there. The new command post provided a place for recollection for everyone, especially as the tiny group of Onyx and Platinum were sent out to assess the situation and come back with details. This fleeting rest allowed Atlas to take a moment to assess everyone's situations, subtlety eyeing everyone for a only a second or two. Frey looked noticeably damaged, moreso than anyone else. The wounds didn't seem to be something that a prehistoric animal would inflict, though there was no way to know for sure. He considered inquiring about the nature of the injuries, but decided to hold onto that thought - it would probably come up later. They needed to focus on the now, especially since the small group had returned to inform everyone about the current situation. After a bit of discussion, the entire plan was fleshed out; Atlas was gonna become a royal guard. A bodyguard, huh? Guess things never change.

After having obtained the royal guard uniform through unspoken means, he was *somehow* able to make it fit over his massive frame. The only issue is that Atlas had to leave his jacket behind at the boutique. If he returned and the jacket was missing, he was not gonna be happy. While the guard uniform may have ripped a little bit - especially while Atlas tried to move - he managed to make it work, even if it was a little messy. "People actually WORE this?" He couldn't help but laugh, peering downwards to eye up his new drippy fit. Once group one had actually gained access to the ball, Atlas was able to play the part of a stone-cold royal guard rather well. After all, a good part of his life was spent doing just that. No one would question such a massive guy in a uniform. While remaining acutely aware of how nice he made the guard uniform look, Atlas stood at attention, scanning the area for anyone who might catch wind of the infiltration. Atlas considered himself to be skilled at this sort of things, spending hours upon hours of protecting his father back in his "youth". If you can't notice the guy hiding a knife behind his back within an ocean of people, things are bound to go awry. As of now.. things seemed to be going pretty smoothly, as far as Atlas could tell. The only thing out of the ordinary is that Atlas was the biggest fucker in the entire room. He was was a watchtower. This, of course, made it even easier to keep tabs on everyone.

As TJ entered the ballroom, Atlas began to tear up. Truly a picture-perfect representation of the complex beauty and strength of Onyx squad. Atlas was proud.



ATLAS


Location: France?

Mentions: All Groups


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zolar
location

1500s France - Tailor's Boutique
tags

Mina Fanaa Fanaa

It was relatively silent within the now vacant tailor shop that the squads had taken over for their base. Vacant, save for two very out of place young women that had remained behind while the other's went off to perform their tasks. Well, one was voluntary remaining behind, while the other was quite literally, inoperable. That is, until unique sounds of short beeps, and whirring began to come from the prone android laid out on the lounge furniture. Which went unnoticed by the pinkette who was preoccupied with posing in front of the full length by the couch. The whirs and beeps died down after a few seconds, Zola's system seeming to have completed a reboot or something of the sort.

Brown eyelids immediately snapped open, revealing ice blue irises underneath the thin faux human skin. Eyes staring directly forward, the android saw a large, diamond encrusted chandelier hanging right above her head. She blinked once, then twice, before slowly rising and getting into a sitting position on the couch. What the hell happened? She had thought to herself and brought a hand up to grasp at her forehead. Groaning, Zola could still feel the slight pressure in the back of her head from before. It was not like a headache humans occasionally got, but more like someone was quite literally trying to compact her metal skull into a soda can.

As she rubbed at her head, she finally took a real look around her surroundings, realizing that it was not the hazardous jungle and forests that she was previously in. Had they managed to make it back home? But then why had she shut down? Slight feelings of could only be considered as fear began to rise within her. Had she suffered another shut down sequence? But that would make it twice within one month, her last one having been only a week or so prior. Thankfully, no one but Torin had witnessed it that time, but she could only imagine what someone would try and do with that information. So if it happened again then...her artificial mind began to display images of the moments she could recall before everything went dark. The sound of a voice, a males voice...a squeaky, mildly annoying males voice. But human man's none the less. Shit, did Frey see her suffer one of her shut down glitches? She supposed it wouldn't be worst possibility but definitely not a welcome one, either.

However, something told her that worse likely happened during the blurred moments between when she last saw the gold member and now. And for the first time in awhile, at least not since the incident all those years ago, she actually felt...worried. But the assassin couldn't dwell much longer on it when she realized she wasn't alone in this unfamiliar location. Movement from her left brought her attention to that area, where the very familiar voluptuous form of her closest female companion was twisting and turning in a mirror. "...M-mina?" Her naturally husky tone uttered the alien's name with obvious confusion. Zola rose up from the couch and walked over to Mina, looking down at the shorter woman with an expectant icy gaze. "Where the hell are we? Did we make it back....home?" She inquired to her pink friend, but another cursory glance around the area pretty much answered the androids question. Unless Rotek suddenly had to make some serious budget cuts and relocate to an old antique shop or something, then something most likely went wrong again with their time travel back to the present. "Where is everyone?......and, girl what the fuck do you have on???" Zola judged, gestured to the obnoxiously poufy pink dress the alien woman had on.


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ava wolfe
mood
cheerful

outfit
here

location
Ballroom, France 1500s

tags
Group 3

There were two types of dancing: the one where you were out with your friends on karaoke night and your favorite song came on and the neat, organized kind that people thought of when they heard ‘ballroom dancing’. Now, Ava wasn’t too good at the later, but she knew more than enough to execute a simple waltz; it wouldn't compare to what the rest of the guests were doing, but it would work. So, when she heard the short tease that Ariel tacked to the end of his reply, the woman snorted, well, at least, started to before she caught herself and tried to turn it into a demure cough. (It didn’t work very well.) “You bet I can.”

It seemed like Uzali was interested in their conversation too, turning around to question the humans about the intricacy of their culture. As her guide was unable to provide any advice, Ava stepped in to give the alien a word of confirmation. “Yep. It’s still a thing now, too.” The brunette ignored the slight grammatical error the alien made, and would have asked the blonde about her home planet if the princess hadn’t taken hold of her hand to place it on Ariel’s arm before doing the same to Aylin and Frey.

“Ms.?” The petite woman questioned, not sure why they were being paired up. Hearing Uzali’s explanation, Ava shrugged before deciding to go with the alien’s plan – she didn’t have any of her own, so why not? Her take on the matter hardly mattered as the alien sent them towards the dance floor with a (kind of) gentle shove.

Finding her place among the mass of people, she asked, “Why don’t we start with something simple?” Ava saw no need to admit that she’d gotten rusty. Back when she was a teenager, she’d probably fit right in, but it’d been so long that the brunette would mess up in some way or another if she tried anything complicated. The length of her dress didn’t help (the conversation had drawn her attention away from it) since she’d had to go with something that hid her shoes -- she definitely wasn’t heading in with high-heels or whatever everyone was wearing -- and the fact that she was dancing with her college was throwing her off a bit too.

Before she started, the woman figured that she might as well ask, “So, can you dance?” The light brown-haired recruit couldn’t help but smile, not having expected Ariel’s innocent question to cause this. Even as they talked, Ava steered them in the royal trio’s general direction, making sure that they’d be able to provide assistance if something went wrong.
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TORIN



location: France (1500s)
with: Group 2 ↦ Uzali and Lara
tags: AreSneksSly AreSneksSly // Uniko Uniko // Lioness075 Lioness075

In all honesty, he was sure that whatever Rhea would do on stage would enamor the crowd, it was 16th century France for Pete’s sake, she could likely prance around and they would be satisfied, Torin just wanted a general idea so that he could play along. Though her planned performance was a good idea as any, and he saw no problem with it. “Dahlia does weigh the least from my squad if I remember correctly.” He was sure of Shay’s weight, but she was also a candidate if she was up for the task.

The dark-haired squad lead gave his shoulders a lazy shrug, “Or you could just trample over Drex, I don’t think anyone would oppose, I think more people would find it entertaining.” Torin said in a quieter tone so that only the four-legged onyx member could hear him. “Your act is fine, doesn’t need improvement.” he added before stepping to face the dancing crowd.

The ping from Uzali was his signal to leave group two. “For one of our acts, we’ll require some assistance from the crowd.” Torin announced joining the swaying dancers as he searched for an operative to use. He was in luck, Tartimok was with his sister, and seeing how he wouldn’t be needed while they snuck Lara into the queen’s quarters, he was the perfect volunteer.

“Altovar could you help them on the stage?” Torin’s words came off as more of an order than a suggestion, and he could’ve sworn he heard the other growl before he removed himself from the two nearly identical looking women. “Time for phase two, the quarters are two our left past the ballroom.” Was she ready? This was the same girl that fell on her face during a stampede. Brown orbs glanced over at Uzali, hoping to get an answer based on her body language, but his efforts were fruitless.

Bringing his attention back to the key to their success, his brows furrowed, he didn’t have a good feeling about this. “Maybe you’d be better off dancing with Frey.” Shit did he say that out loud? Whatever he had seen her reaction to him being hurt when they were resting under the trees.

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[ Silent Frey | Location: Royal Ball, France, 1530 | Interactions: Ariel deliriousmishaps deliriousmishaps Aylin kath1515 kath1515 and Torin, if you count a glance Fanaa Fanaa Mentions: Uniko, TJ, Ava, Lara. ]
Frey listened politely as his group discussed their clothes. Everyone looked spectacular in what they were wearing, and they all looked like royalty. The girls were beautiful, and Ariel was wearing a charming black and gold outfit. It complimented his hair nicely, but now was not the time to admire anyone. Thankfully, the royal guards also thought everyone looked royal enough, and soon they had made it into the ballroom. He watched, furtively, as Uzali’s sapphire eyes twinkled with curiosity at the dance Ariel had joked about. Then, she suggested they dance, and Frey inwardly sighed. Yep. Dance, Frey Bardot, with a broken fucking wrist. Uzali’s sentence structure was an absolute mess, too, but he couldn’t even correct her, since his voice was inoperable at this current moment. And he wasn’t breaking character, except to do one single thing.

He tossed a quick annoyed look back at Ariel. Thanks for the wonderful suggestion, friend. He dropped his eyes to his wrist, hoping Ariel would get the message. Whatever. He’d just dance, even if he looked like an idiot doing it. He wasn’t going to be the reason this plan failed. Not again. He was so over being the reason for Torin’s dislike and the failure of the gold squad. He just wanted to do something right.

Aylin’s hand was placed on his arm, and he quickly smiled at her. He couldn’t dance with her like that, but he could make it work once he was cleared to go onto the dance floor. Uzali asked him to help Ariel with his dancing, then pushed the pairings off, not very gracefully. Frey looked over at the other two and he could tell that Ava had it under control. Good. He turned his attention back to his friend and smiled again, then grabbed her hand from his shoulder and bent to kiss the top of her knuckles. He then gently spun her, quickly glancing toward Lara and the twins. He hoped Lara would be fine. If he could have spoken at all, he would have given her some tips on how to act. She’d have to manage without him, though. He knew she could.

He momentarily paused after Aylin finished spinning, and he grabbed her other hand and put it on his right shoulder. He didn’t know if she knew how to waltz at all. It was better to be safe than sorry. He straightened, then took her free hand and stepped closer to her, joining in with the rhythm of the music. He kept close to the other three members in his group, but then he saw a familiar figure move through the dancers. He averted his gaze and smiled at Aylin again, trying to ignore Torin. Now wasn’t the time. He just needed to focus.

Of course he had noticed what Torin was wearing before they left, but he did not stare. He was trying to get over his stupid feelings, and being hurt and injured wasn’t earning any favors from his team leader. All he wanted was to be a good teammate, but he screwed that up every single time. It made sense why Torin was always disappointed. He moved with Aylin and spared a glance, despite himself. He wasn’t expecting Torin to be looking at him. He seemed like he was talking with Lara, so it was definitely nothing, but still… what? Why? Frey wasn’t doing anything except what had been asked of him, and he wasn’t involved in what Lara had to do at all. It didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t anything. He was probably just annoyed, for some reason. He couldn’t think about it right now, and he didn’t even want to.

He looked back at Lara and the twins, and made sure to keep his eyes completely away from Torin. Would they need him or the other dancers for some reason? He didn’t know how useful he’d be with his broken wrist, honestly. Dancing with only one arm was already awkward enough.
 
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location: France (Clothing store)
with: Zola
tags: Uniko Uniko


Now Filomina wasn’t the religious type, but the entire walk to the cave she prayed for Shay’s safety, because that’s all she could do. Mina had attempted to reason with herself, repeatedly telling herself that Shay was perfectly fine because she was a member of onyx, and that meant she was naturally tough. She felt a wave of relief when the rescue team was sent out and successfully returned with a not dead Shay, braids fully intact. Maybe there was a god.

Though no one died, there were plenty injured, and a majority of them were her friends. Shay had puncture wounds in her legs, Frey was bruised and broken, and Zola was completely out of commission; not to mention Lex was painted with blood. What the hell happened to the others? She made a mental note to ask them later, what was important was time jumping, and they did time jump, just not to the time they all had hoped for.

On the bright side, they had come up with a solution to get back to the present in less than an hour. Given her vibrant appearance and the fact that one of her closest friends was out cold, she opted to stay behind and watch over her. This also meant she’d miss out on the ball, attending one had always been a small dream of the pink-haired woman, to dance with someone and let them sweep her off her feet.

As Zola lay dormant Mina let her imagination run wild, she was in a shop filled with extravagant dresses and she’d be a fool not to try them all on. The brown-skinned woman was enjoying her try-on montage so much that she hadn’t noticed that Zolar was awake. As her smooth tone broke through the air Mina froze, she was in the middle of testing to see if the dress was twerk-proof. It definitely wasn’t.

Pout lips curled into a smile before racing over to the other and wrapping her arms around her neck, a squeak soon followed. “You’re okay, we were so worried.” The shorter female pulled away before continuing. “Uh sixteenth-century France, we didn’t have enough juice to jump all the way back to our time.” At the mention of her current look, she gave a twirl, her fingers traced the lace design that stretched across her chest. “It’s sixteenth-century couture girl, and everyone went to the ball to steal this diamond so we can return home.”

“Enough about everything else, how are you feeling? What happened to you?”


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TARTIMOK










location: France
with: Group 3 ↦ Group 2
tags: Uniko Uniko // Lioness075 Lioness075



Duke. Duchess. Dookies.Tomato, potato if you asked him, they were all the same. Humans had such weird hierarchical labels. Tartimok didn’t bother commenting on the matter any further, his sister understood him, and that was his goal. If he had concocted a plan, no one would have to play pretend, he’d simply barge into the palace and snatch the crystal. How difficult could such a task be? Apparently, the majority believed it to be quite a challenge. Humans. The impatient prince let out a groan, the sooner they returned to Miraino the better, this acting business was a pain in the ass.


“I am always looking fine.” The bright eyed male said confidently. “Your appearance seems as though you are looking for a suitor.” A smile, if one could even call it that, found its way on his ethereal features. If they were on their home planet, Uzali would be selecting a life partner soon, though Zatyrians made the act of finding a spouse a literal trial. Thoughts of their customs were put on hold as Uzali asked the bulky man a question. Tartimok looked at the party-goers dancing lamely. “No. The humans don’t know how to do the celebrating. Where are the Mohuru (prostitutes)? The pints of drink for all to enjoy? The enticing dancing?” No this was vanilla in comparison.

Somehow they were now in the works of discussing their appearance and dancing abilities. TJ wasn’t interested in this slow variation of dance, it looked so boring, and wasn't sensual at all. But Uzali thought that waltzing was a perfect idea, and she began pairing off members in the group, Ava with Ariel, and Frey with Aylin, which left the three pale haired beings. If Lara was supposed to head off to play princess, then that meant he could dance with his sister, if he was going to dance with anyone she was the top pick minus Atlas. Tartimok had completely forgotten that Uzali was supposed to be aiding Lara in her attempt to imitate the queen. So no to the dancing.

Instead, he was asked to offer his input, with lips pursed he gave the petite woman a once over, she definitely looked like the queen from the neck up. “The queen had more,” he paused and placed his hands atop his chest, pushing them in an upward motion. “Body?” he concluded. “Other than that I say you are the perfect image of queen.” Little did he know, his words were anything but helpful, it wasn’t like Lara could alter her body.


Before Tartimok could hand out any more helpful advice their party of three became a party of four, with the new addition to the group shooing him off to help the performing group. Placing a hand on the dark-skinned male’s shoulder, TJ held his tongue, and instead settled for a less than gentle grip, he couldn’t subdue the growl that rumbled in his chest, but he did his best to play it off. “I wish you the success with your part in the mission.” He said to Lara. "Be safe my sister.” he advised before leaving the three to handle matters as he joined group two.

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ARIEL
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location = France – Renaissance Era
wearing = Black and gold
tags = Once Once
mentions = Uzali, Ava, Frey




With language barriers came situations such as this, Ariel spared Frey an apologetic glance. To be fair, they were attending a function that typically required those invited to participate in a waltz or two, however, the shorter of the two males happened to be injured. A broken wrist didn’t disable him entirely, thus the guilty of partially being responsible for their dancing dilemma became virtually nonexistent as Ava began to take the lead, a motion that he was not surprised by.

A hand planted on the upper portion the the brunette’s back, careful not to venture lower. Easily looking over the woman dressed in blue, Ariel mouthed an apology to Frey before immersing into the sway of the waltz. Ava was mission focused, remaining an accessible distance from Uzali, Ava, and Torin. She executed the steps of the dance with ease, though no professional, to a watchful eye one could tell she had done this before.

The friendly Paltor twin listened to the sound of heels stepping against a polished floor, Ava’s question received a delayed response. “Well enough not to embarrass us.” Ariel extended a clothed arm and gave the short statured woman a twirl. “If you don’t mind me asking milady, where did you learn to dance?” Inquired the twin the rust colored locks. Their different in height was apparent, some might even label it cute.

Ava not only performed the task of a royal, but she looked the part, her dress was so distinguished, the azure fabric that flushed against her skin bringing out the glow of her skin. There was no denying that his fellow operative was enchanting.


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P L O T P O S T


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They danced. They guarded. They captivated the crowd. All the motions were coming into play. Now all that was left to do was retrieve the crystal. The small group consisting of Lara, Uzali, and Torin had successfully infiltrated the queen’s chambers thanks to the help of Atlas who gave them safe passage.

It wasn’t exactly difficult to overpower the wigged woman, though she did attempt to scream for help but was quickly silenced with a swift strike to the neck courtesy of the gold squad lead, rendering the Frenchwoman unconscious. They took no time undressing the woman in order to prep Lara for the role, but when the time came for the pale haired woman to don the royal gown, she emitted a nervous chuckle.

“I’m going to be honest with you two, I’m not sure if I can do this.” the member of the platinum squad admitted. It was evident from the expression given by Torin that he was not amused, Uzali was far more understanding of her subordinate’s feelings and offered comfort to the best of her abilities. “Worry not Lara, you will be doing the fine.” But it wasn’t going to be fine at all, Lara could feel her stomach knot.

“No, I can’t, I’m sorry.”

Torin sighed, but Uzali nodded. “We will find another solution.” the platinum lead concluded, the other lead in the room groaned, things weren’t going as planned, which meant this was bound to end badly.

“You’ll have to go in her place.” he practically demanded, grabbing the queen’s clothes from off the marble floor and handing them over to Uzali. The princess knew their options were limited, if Lara didn’t want to do this, it was her duty as her leader to step up. Layers of clothes later Uzali was ready to enter the ballroom as a new woman.

The tempo changed as she entered the ballroom as the queen, Torin and Lara trailing behind her, Uzali had the grace of a swan, and the king was none the wiser to her ruse. When the dazzling piece was presented to the impersonator, she bowed. Finally, they had obtained what they needed.

To the group of operatives, it would seem that everything was going according to plan, that was until the music came to an abrupt halt and a half-naked woman came barging into the ballroom huffing and puffing, her hand rose, finger pointing to the Zaytrian.

“That woman is not the queen!” There were a few audible gasps, many froze in disbelief. How could this happen? Why was this happening? Who would dare impersonate the queen?

If there was such a thing as the perfect time to run for dear life it was now. Guards began advancing towards Uzali, the princess was so enthralled by the queen’s comical appearance in the throne room that she didn’t immediately notice the imposing threat. Luckily Uzali was pulled off the stage by Dalziel and into the crowd of stunned guests.

The band of misfits made a hasty escape, somehow managing to get out of the palace unharmed. Members of the platinum squad were quick to act once they had arrived at the boutique, in minutes the machine was ready to operate.

The time travel machine was activated and the large group had finally made a safe return to their time period, Miraino City 3031.

Those that had been injured during the mission were directed to the medical unit, and the time travel machine was instructed to be taken to evidence, but it never made it there.


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the future isn't always bright

Approximately thirty-two days have passed since the operatives traveled through time. A thorough investigation was launched to uncover who had taken the time machine, and all the squad leads have been made aware that little to no findings have been uncovered. As for the well-being of the squad members, those that had sustained more serious injuries were put on leave temporarily along with a particular who was suspended with pay for several weeks. She seems to be handling the suspension fairly well.

Now onto the story.

The business of handling illegal substances has always been a service to a family whose last name shall not be mentioned, for years they’ve run the underground world, admired and feared by many. There isn’t a drug on the market they aren’t aware of, until there was.

Typically they delegate issuing the drugs to hungry customers to small gangs who have pledged their loyalty to the family name. It’s always been a relationship founded on mutualism. However, there’s always a misstep every now and then. There’s always a go-getter. And people like that just aren’t beneficial to the family.

With the distribution of even the smallest drop of power comes the thirst for more. The leader of the Immortals had found his own supplier, and said supplier had gifted him with a sweet escape that wasn’t on the market. Unlike the other goods out there, the high for the drug recently dubbed the name Muse, is much longer. Users report a euphoric feeling mixed with a total physical enhancement of their bodies, like discovering untapped potential.

M I S S I O N ➊

Helluva Drug

Intel reports that the Immortals have been frequently selling to individuals who attend the nightclub Inferno, a popular joint located in the even eleventh district. The bartender and a stripper that goes by the name Crystal, are particularly knowledgeable on the new drug. While the owner of the club, Ms, Borrd is fully aware of the dealing that occurs, she doesn’t possess enough information on the drug itself, more so the ins and outs of her club. Group Alpha has been assigned to investigate dealings at Inferno. L̶a̶d̶i̶e̶s̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶.̶

All of the true elites have heard of White Willow Mansion; the ladies of the house Tiffany and Jacquline Gaylord host monthly soirées and only the most important individuals in all of Miraino are invited. To the unseen eye, these parties seem mundane, but they are nothing but a ruse. For the Gaylords do enjoy a good fight, to be more specific they love an unhinged one in their posh, soundproof basement. Though there’s been no proof of such activities a recent informant has reported the fighters using Muse to win matches. Group Omega has been sent out to investigate.

Notes: Grim has provided her group with fake IDs along with hacking Inferno’s guest list to allow them easy access to the nightclub. Lara will be tasked with hacking the body scanner at White Willow Mansion, to allow Atlas to be seen as a human and a new fighter. Operatives are to dress appropriately to blend in with their environment. White Willow Mansion is strictly an organic estate, so Atlas will need to keep his true identity hidden. Due to the absence of the gold squad lead, Del and Dalziel have been left to substitute in his place for this mission. The groups will start off arriving at their assigned area. For an overall idea of the exterior of the mansion look here, as for the underground fight club arena, use this as a reference. For an overall idea of the layout of the nightclub (which has two levels) here are a few examples: x, x, x.


O B J E C T I V E (S)

⒈ Gather more information on the drug and the supplier.

2. Collect a sample of the drug for Rotek.

3. Apprehend members of the Immortals and their supplier.
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coded by weldherwings.

Group Alpha ◑

Del, Dalziel, Uzali, Grim, and Luness.

Group Omega ◑

Dahlia, Atticus, Lara, Atlas, Rhea and Drex.
 
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Name: Lara SinciatoNickname: Lala
Team: PlatinumSpecies: Human

When Frey noticed her all-too-obvious blushing, Lara looked away and listened to his whispering. She frowned at the mention of Zola, though. Was the android a danger to her own teammates now? Lara took note to avoid the android going forward.
"I'm sorry, Frey. I wish I could say I might've helped had I been with you, but I'm not exactly useful in a fight."
Still, Frey took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze and, feelings aside, Lara knew this was his way of simply comforting her. She smiled in return.

Lara assisted in doing her best to put the time machine back together into one piece and gave the group a thumbs-up while inwardly cringing at the time machine's appearance. She had a sinking suspicion that they had missed something when repairing it.

Sure enough, her suspicions were confirmed when she blinked and found herself in the wrong time yet again. At least dinosaurs were no longer trying to eat them.

Quickly noticing how badly they stood out in the crowd, Lara hugged herself and worriedly looked for somewhere to seek shelter while they regrouped. Dahlia mentioned doing exactly what Lara was thinking and she nodded before following the bolder of their group who took the lead.
Once they entered the boutique, Lara gasped at the same time as the store owner, but Luness was quick to tackle and knock them out before they could scream. Lara looked away quickly, not overly fond of violence, and she instead busied herself with finding more appropriate attire for this time.
While she flipped through the various attire options here, Lara sighed at the fact that the time machine had coughed them up in the wrong time again. This time it was partly her own fault for not double checking her team's handiwork. She had known something was amiss, but had held her tongue and now here they were. Stuck again. Feelings of disappointment and guilt intermingled in her head, twisting her mood.

While the others discussed the plan, Lara finally found some suitable attire and found a secluded part of the boutique to change while some others left to try and seek the power they needed for the time machine. It only made sense that the machine would require a lot of power to function. Duh.
Alas, these thoughts only made Lara feel dumber for not realizing it sooner.

The trio returned from their scouting mission and Lara's shoulders slumped when she was pointed out to be the impersonator of the queen. She stared blankly in response at first and then groaned with a hand on her face when she realized they were being serious. Sure, Frey had tried to give her some pointers a while back on acting, but Lara was a far cry from an actual actress. And she had been failing left and right since this all began.
"Yeah, sure, what could possibly go wrong?" She muttered to herself, as she dressed for the part.

Taking the lead in her group, Lara felt the tumultuous emotions swelling in her mind and she froze mid-step when Uzali approached her. Almost immediately, Lara stiffened at the sudden interest from the alien princess. They had never really had any disagreements or anything of that nature to make her feel uncomfortable around her, it was just that Lara already had mixed feelings and now the princess was rather pointedly giving her advice, whether or not she wanted it.
Trying in vain to look the part, Lara followed Uzali's instructions and then sighed.
"I'm seriously doubting whoever thought I was best suited for this role."
She was grateful that the princess had gone out of her way to try and assist her, but Lara's own feelings of doubt were overwhelming her in the moment.

It was just then that Lara overheard Torin's remark and she blinked at him, mostly confused by his statement. That was not part of the plan, was it? Whatever his intentions had been with the remark, they were entirely lost on Lara, who was mostly just confused now.

Lara's eyes widened and she covered her mouth to try in vain to conceal her shock when Tartimok approached and offered his advice. At first, she did not even know how to react. Yet, another moment passed and she found herself awkwardly laughing while blush flooded her cheeks once more. She was not necessarily offended by Tartimok's remark, but was now very flustered by it.

As he turned to leave her with his sister, Lara shook her head and rubbed the back of her neck.
"I sometimes forget how blunt you two can be."

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Once they successfully infiltrated the queen's quarters and the woman was knocked unconscious by Torin, Lara felt her doubt and fear all swelling up inside her mind.
“I’m going to be honest with you two, I’m not sure if I can do this.”
Looking around the room, Lara began wondering how she could escape from this increasingly stressful situation.

Uzali attempted to comfort her and Lara appreciated it, but she still felt her feelings intertwining to become the beginnings of a panic attack.
“No, I can’t, I’m sorry.”
She shook her head adamantly and sat down on the edge of the queen's bed with her head in her palms.
Thankfully, Uzali wasted no time in taking over her role.

The trio exited with Uzali now in the lead, but inevitably, everything fell apart once more.

In the ensuing chaos, they still managed to get the power source and ultimately leave this time behind.

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Back in the present and a month after the time machine incident, Lara found herself sitting at her desk in her dorm room. She sighed, as she tried in vain to read one of her fiction novels, but her mind just kept wandering today.

Behind her, her cat, Taki, meowed insistently to try and get her to play with him. He even went so far as to carry his cat wand toy to her side and paw at her while she was sitting in her desk chair.

Frustrated, Lara pushed Taki away and said, "Not now, Taki. Give me a break, will ya?"

Leaning back in her chair, Lara stared out the window and reflected on how poorly the last mission had gone. Did her teammates think poorly of her now? She had been avoiding most everyone since they had returned. She still did not feel ready for the judgmental remarks and looks she no doubt would receive.
It was days like these that Lara truly missed her brother and wished he were here with her. Despite how things had been between the two of them lately, he was still a big comfort in her life.

Lara's phone vibrated and she glanced at it, a hint of a smile on her face when she saw it was a text from Frey. He had been trying so hard to encourage her after the big failure of a mission with that time machine chaos. She really appreciated his efforts and read over his text. Yup, more of his usual kindness. It was almost odd how kind he was compared to the other Gold members, but Lara was hardly going to complain about it.

Standing up from her desk, Lara began getting ready for the day, as she had belatedly recalled her next upcoming mission. She finally had another tasking that was something she could truly excel at. She just needed to latch onto her confidence once more.
Donning some of her nicest attire, Lara then grabbed a simple shoulder purse with her equipment hidden inside of it behind fabric and material that would prevent a proper scanning to give away her gear.

Exiting the dorm, Lara quickly sought out her teammates for this mission, Team Omega. She sadly had little interactions with most of these people and so Lara kept to herself while they made their way to the White Willow Mansion. She suspected someone else in her team would put out a plan for how they would be infiltrating. Though, it seemed most reasonable to Lara that they should just enter the Mansion as if they had been invited since, technically, they had been.
Lara looked over her fake ID and tried to hide a shaking hand. She had been trying really hard to steel her nerves lately, but the last mission had certainly shaken things up for her. She could not fail twice.

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Interactions: Past - Fanaa Fanaa (Tartimok & Torin), smolfluffball smolfluffball (Frey), Uniko Uniko (Uzali)
Mentions: Modern Day - smolfluffball smolfluffball (Frey)
Nearby: Modern Day - Team Omega ( Kassandra Kassandra (Dahlia & Atticus), kasigi kasigi (Atlas), AreSneksSly AreSneksSly (Rhea), Uniko Uniko (Drex)
 
DALZIEL
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location = Miraino City – Inferno
tags = Lioness075 Lioness075
mentions = Group Alpha





The pleading, reasoning and warning had all been ignored; Dalziel had already played through the risk, he didn’t need Ariel chastising him. Ariel would never be able to entirely comprehend his twin brother, Dalziel’s own body was a frequent reminder of his mistakes. A stain on a pressed white blouse that refused to be removed.

Miraino City lit up when the sky was cloaked in a dark blue blanket. Cool air entered through his lungs as they waited for the bouncer to check their identification cards. Dalziel admired the craftsmanship, that masked platinum squad member sure knew how to falsely a legal document. With the transparent card sandwiched between his thumb and pointer finger he read the name engraved.

Flashing the card to the large beast that guarded the entrance of this raunchy castle, Dalziel was granted access. He sported a casual fit, black slacks that were slightly form fitting, a plain grey t-shirt and a dark toned jacket. This entire scene did nothing but resurface repressed memories.

“I’m going to talk to the big boss upstairs.” He announced to the group of six, referring to Ms. Borrd, the owner of this fine establishment. “Someone should probably come with.” And by someone he meant literally anyone but Frey. A calculating eye shifted through his options. Grim lacked interrogation techniques. Del wasn’t an option for reasons unknown to the masses. Which left Uzali and Luness, given his history of interviewing with Uzali, he opted for Luness. “Luness you down?”

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inferno.
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mentions :
anyone in the group.

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anyone in the group.
the hacktivist
;; 6R1M

The air felt thick, from both the tension and atmosphere; 6R1M's mask didn't do her any favors, either. A billboard of emotions, the contraption lit up with a wink, the hacker's arms crossed against her chest. More people often entailed more trouble, something that — despite thriving in chaos — was something she hadn't been looking forward to; in fact, it made her anxious—working with others wasn't quite her strongsuit, but she had to adapt or else she would've let everyone else down due to her own incompetence. It didn't help that the hacker had been running on only a few hours of sleep and a copious amount of coffee, her thoughts running rampant with destructive ideas; however, for the sake of the mission, she had to hold back. One wrong move and everything would come tumbling down, an idea unsavory to many.

"Alright, alright. You already know the deal, I made us some top-notch fakeroonis," a robotic voice cooed from the mask, hacker bouncing on her soles in anticipation, "it's showtime." Her words came out with false confidence, hoping the go undetected by her counterparts; if they'd caught it, who knows what comments they'd make.

Of course, to say there wasn't an inkling of doubt would have been a lie. Sure, 6R1M was a brilliant hacker, someone that could find backdoors in any encrypted software; someone that had illegal practices that were, unfortunately, considered a cyberthreat. But aside from that, she was reckless in her own right. And that there could lead to the downfall of the very people she sought out to help. She couldn't help but feel stuck, not only by how working with government was against her ideals, but by the fact that her invasive thoughts continued to plow into the folds of her brain. In the rarest of occasions, she was actually uncertain. Had she gone on the last mission, 6R1M would've been able to feel for what future missions entailed, and yet there was the feeling that she couldn't have possibly predicted anything else, even if she'd been in attendance. Before she could enter, the hacker took off her mask, revealing the face beneath it.

It was obvious that she was uncomfortable, from the way her brows scrunched at her own reflection to the uncertain glance towards the entrance of the club; however, she mustered up the courage, pulling out the fake ID. Access was granted far too easily, the woman giving herself a firm pat on the back as she, essentially, followed behind others—not so close that it seemed they'd all come together, but not far enough to lose sight. She wanted to be discreet, unlike many of her prior stunts.

Bodies crowded the floor, all with the smell of alcohol, the sound of laughter; a convivial setting 6R1M wasn't all too fond of. People were close, far too close for comfort, and what didn't help was that some must have been high out of their fucking minds. 6R1M usually wasn't one to judge; if you did drugs, you did drugs, but to this extent? An unknown, powerful substance? What kind of shit did someone have going on in their lives to turn to this? Partying wasn't the issue here—most of it had been the feeling; absolute euphoria. She couldn't judge, for fuck's sake, she blew shit up for fun.

She tugged at the collar of her shirt, uncomfortable with the way it fit; not one for clothing like this, it was safe to say that she felt nothing more than annoyance towards the crisp material. Dark brown orbs scanned the area, looking for any sort of tech that could be manipulated to her benefit: a few electrical boxes, light fixtures, bots—there was plenty to use. And somehow, the creeping anxiety in her wake began to dissipate. It may have been the comfort of having such appliances at her will, her confidence building block by block knowing that it was going to be an easy job; of course, she wouldn't skimp on snagging a few things, things that would go unnoticed.

Darting back to the group, 6R1M spoke up—wanting to dismiss herself, but not without another person at her side; being alone at the moment didn't seem wise, and much to her dismay, 6R1M agreed with the out of character thought. "Alright, I'll find a spot—somewhere where I can get the best advantage. Probably try to track some surveillance in the area," she paused with a gulp, catching a glimpse of her face in the reflection of a dark window. "Uh... fuck. Anyways, I'll even try to tap in security systems; if you guys need any help, I'm here. Anyone wanna stick around with the ol' grimster?" There was an awkward laugh, paired with a subtle scratch at the back of her neck. This social interaction thing hadn't been easy with the mask on, it was even more difficult with it off. And she'd only hoped that someone had felt at least a tiny bit of what she'd been feeling; internally screaming at the fact that she was, in fact, the one that would somehow end up being the backbone of the group's operations.

It was a concerning feeling, one that she hadn't felt much of; having so much weight on her shoulders, the young woman didn't want to let anyone down. Not when she'd built up her own reputation as a hacker, one with a brilliant, albeit questionable mind filled with ideas that were more than an acquired taste.
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Rheavankeint Zorayna Venk
Location: White Willow Mansion, Outside | With: Omega
Interactions: Torin [ Fanaa Fanaa ], Dahlia, Atticus [ Kassandra Kassandra ], Lara [ Lioness075 Lioness075 ], Atlas [ kasigi kasigi ], Drex [ Uniko Uniko ]

Torin’s muttered reassurance (Was it reassurance? Nox is always rather hard to read. Perhaps he was just calming her admittedly unprofessional shame.) had calmed her nerves somewhat, even making her mouth twitch by itself when he suggested trampling Vitek, which was, in her opinion, a rather amusing proposal, and one she would keep in mind were the performance to go south.

“I will call on Drex if my initial plan doesn’t work then,” she replied, voice equally hushed. Her small smirk was hidden by her cloak’s shadow. Watching him walk away and onto the stage, she wiped it clean. Be prepared, Venk.

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Things were going well. The crowd was sufficiently distracted, even going so far as to throw small miscellaneous objects at her. First was a napkin, some handkerchiefs, ect. Nothing she couldn’t handle. The real danger was from the particularly brave ones, the faceless bodies who flung their silverware at her. Thankfully the others had managed to sneak by without much of a fuss, meaning this little act could be over and done with. Finally stepping off the stage Rhea let out a quiet breath of relief. Now all she had to do was loiter about and hope the three succeeded in acquiring the gem. Rhea pulled the cloak back on and made sure to stand close to the walls, eyes looking up to just catch the ‘queen’ entering the ballroom.

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‘Ah, so that is what a Queen look like.’ Glancing at the half-naked lady, Rhea took a sip from her glass. Her relaxed attitude that she’d worked hard to get was about to be dashed away soon however, when the woman screamed at the fake her, alarming every single person in the ballroom. The centaur grimaced. She’d expected Nox to tie her up at the least, but it seemed he’d forgotten to do so. Either that, or she’d somehow managed to escape her confinement. But she could ask the Gold leader later. Men carrying elongated knives were entering the ballroom, and the female could immediately tell it was time to leave. Turning around and galloping to the entrance, she instinctively turned her head and let out a garbled yell meant to alarm the others and indicate it was time to leave. Thankfully they all managed to make it, and looking back one last time at the cobbled walkways and tightly squeezed houses, she ripped the bit from out of her mouth before being sent to the future, where Miraino waited.

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So it seemed the time machine had been stolen. Unsurprising, really. That kind of technology was incredible, and it was with no doubt one of a kind, so it only made sense that one would steal it. Not that she performed the act, of course. She wasn’t that bold. But perhaps her mentioning of the squads expedition to the prehistoric era in the vicinity of a certain chaos loving hacker may have… indirectly caused the item to disappear suddenly. She would never do something so careless, of course. And even if she happened to know the location of the time machine, it wasn’t as though she would try and tinker with it (With the permission of the person who lived there. She wasn’t some thieving delinquent). No, no, of course not…

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Standing before the gates of White Willow Mansion, Rhea raised an eyebrow. It was certainly… extravagant. From here she could see numerous rooms from the floor to ceiling windows that covered most of the bottom floor. Brushing aside a few hairs from her face, Rhea adjusted her button-up. The sleeves were far too long for her liking; they stopped the cool, open air from reaching her skin. And while normally she would’ve just rolled them up, this was clearly a place owned by those with great wealth. Meaning she had to look her best. Pray they be less insufferable than Vitek, at least. In all honesty, she found the home far too large. Her apartment sufficed just fine. She just didn’t understand why it was a big deal.

Before entering, Rhea paused. Right. She should probably tell them her plan before waltzing in. Turning around to face the others she spoke up immediately. “I believe it best to split up. It will take a while for Miss Sinciato to hack into the scanner. We cannot ah-ford to rouse suspi-chi-on by hanging around each other. Sinciato, Atlas and Barnes will stay outside, while Vitek and Dahlia will enter the mansion with me. Vitek understands how the persons here talks. Barnes, I beef, is wealthy, so he should know how to talks as well. He and Vitek will be our guides to blending in this place. Group outside will work on getting Atlas in, while group inside will scout the place for poten-tial enter points in case hack fails. Questions ands or sugges-ti-uns for improv-ment may be said now.” She ended with a quick nod, as though giving permission for the others to speak. It was certainly one of her better plans. She'd be surprised if anyone were to pipe up, though with a team that had both Vitek and Atticus on it, anything was possible.
 

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Hwhite Hwillow Mansion - Outside
interactions?
AreSneksSly AreSneksSly (Rhea)
mentions?
AreSneksSly AreSneksSly (Rhea), Lioness075 Lioness075 (Luness)
dahlia corbin.
This mission, Dahlia directly shared a goal with the higher-ups. Narcotics had never called to her during her time on Earth, save perhaps for the trace nicotine left in spent cigarettes, but this novel drug being peddled captured her attention. Half of human recreational drugs increased their durability in one way or another, via lessening the amount of pain they felt, or by increasing the speed at which they perceived movement, with the added bonus of experiencing artificial euphoria. In theory, the side effects seemed worth it, especially in her case. But unlike any sort of physical malady, poisoning her many bodies would surely compromise them equally, and would require a complete purge in order to return to her usual level. It was for this reason, and this reason only, that she hadn't experimented with the implementation of drugs in her stealth or combat abilities. Anything to stay ahead of the curve of Rotek's enenies. What this new drug promised, through, sounded like an excellent work-around. Painless addiction? Of course it sounded too good to be true, but the universe was a big place. It only took a tweaker to have a lucky day for Earth's drug trade to change drastically. Time for Dahlia's A-game. If muse was here to stay, hopefully it would be as Rotek's new secret weapon.

With the others in Omega Team, she listened on as Rhea explained her ideas for operating once they were inside. Dahlia almost never looked it, but she was listening intently, and didn't find anything about it to disagree with. That was to be expected, of course. Rhea was a huntress. They were far from her natural habitat, but people like her knew to employ tact in any environment. Much like Luness, Dahlia thought, who she'd regrettably not been paired up with again by the human twins. They worked quite well together, and this place seemed perfect for some stressful teamwork. A wasted opportunity. Maybe next time. "I concur with Rhea," Dahlia quietly rejoined the conversation, "We need to do some scouting before Atlas can be safely moved inside. It's imperative we make sure there aren't any other secury measures taken against androids we don't know of."

Away from the attention of the security at the front gates, Dahlia pulled out her fake identification to review its information once more. She was now Daphne Weiss, thanks to Grim's efforts. "Should be as simple as presenting our identification to the guards. I'll also have a crow patrolling outside, to keep an eye on our outdoor crew. " Sneaking a bird onto the ground beneath them, she also took the time to pull her sword out of thin air, but formed a scabbard around it in the shape of a cane. Paired with the slender pinstripe suit she'd chosen for the form of her armor, she was almost indistinguishable from the average soiree-goer.
los drogas, heeh
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Name: Luness LaFraeNickname: Lune
Team: GoldSpecies: Alien - Siklaid
Equipment: Shortbow & Quiver, Daggers, Tinkering Kit

Time Machine Mission

Luness was starting to relax when the Platinum squad finally fixed the time machine and it looked as if thing would finally conclude. Then she blinked and realized things were far from over.

As their group rushed into a boutique to seek cover, Luness heard the owner's gasp and did not waste any time in scrambling over the countertop to tackle the person and strike against their head with her own to silence them. A small trickle of blood ran down her forehead and over her nose, but Luness did not bat an eye over it. She dragged the unconscious person into a storage closet and then rejoined the group in her human form, a pained expression evident.

While she made little effort to explain her alien capabilities to the others, it was very painful for her to change her forms when she was injured. Yet, she knew she needed to make an effort to blend in here and her more feline appearance would make her stand out in any crowd.

The other bickered a bit about what to do and accusations were thrown about, but Luness took the moment to sit on a countertop and catch her breath. Sure, she could heal quicker than the average human, but continuing to move as if nothing was wrong was taking a bit of a toll on her, especially after she had changed forms.

Listening to their new taskings, Luness sighed and went over her skills in her head to figure out what she could do. She decided she could just shoot arrows at some stuff or whatever. She did not care too much at this point.

Inevitably, their plans fell through and Luness could only sigh again when she watched everyone scrambling to make things work. She sometimes wondered if this was truly the best way to spend her time on Earth.

Thankfully, one way or another, they made it work and the group was soon on their way back to the modern day.

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Drug Mission

Luness was not entirely sure how to feel about their latest mission. She was not entirely surprised it involved drugs, as humans seemed wholly obsessed with being blind to their world's problems. Drugs certainly did help one forget their woes.
Unsurprisingly, she was tasked with assisting the team investigating the concerns at the Inferno club. Luness had personally never gone to a club of any kind, nor did she desire to ever do so, but she had her mission.
She had the option of dressing differently to befit a club setting, but ultimately decided to stick to her usual button-down with a vest and slacks. She hated having to use her human form for anything, but knew it would be easier to blend in if she were seen as a fellow human.

Once they arrived at Inferno, Luness took stock of her team and sighed to herself. They had an injured Frey and were missing their team leader. She was not entirely certain of why Torin had not joined them for this mission and had not cared to inquire. She barely knew him and knew he disliked her tendency to ignore his direct orders. It often amused her to see him frustrated with his lack of power and control over her, though.

Following Dalziel's lead into the club, Luness flashed her ID as well and soon found her ears being assaulted by noise and her eyes assaulted by the flashing lights everywhere. She could already feel the headache building.
Dalziel announced he would head straight for the boss and Luness began absentmindedly rubbing one of her temples when he followed up by asking for her to join him.
Seeing as she had little idea of what else she could do in this moment, Luness nodded and prepared to follow him through the cacophony of noise and chaos that was a club.

It was then that she overheard 6R1M seemingly ranting behind her and Luness turned around to give the girl a raised eyebrow expression, as if to say, 'What's your problem?' She held her tongue, though, as the hacker seemed plenty unnerved as it was. Luness then realized with a start that she had her mask toy off and Luness reached the conclusion that this was undoubtedly unnerving the hacker. There was nothing to be done to alleviate that situation, so Luness just watched as the hacker brought an unnecessary amount of attention to herself.

Luness returned her attention to Dalziel then and gestured with a clawed hand for him to lead the way.

Interactions: deliriousmishaps deliriousmishaps (Dalziel)
Mentions: Takuwan Takuwan (6R1M)
Nearby: Group Alpha
 
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Del, Feeling: In his element
Del was behind himself. He never fathomed that he'd get paid to go clubbing let alone at a place like Inferno. But, he wasn't alone this time. For whatever reason he was responsible for four of his teammates and he intended to make sure none of them got too hurt. It seemed like Dalziel and Luness already had something close to a plan, which was good; There was no way Dalziel hadn't been in his fair share of clubs. Grim was another matter. It was almost like she was trying to show how nervous she was. Even past the doorway and the bouncer he could tell she was a liability.

Once he was inside, Del beelined for Grim. "Hey, so like you're pretty clearly having a straight up bad time," He began. "And like, the IDs are already more than enough. We're not here to get in a fight, and an arrest in here would be a big bummer, so why don't you just take it easy? Like grab a drink with Frey or something." He suggested. Trying his hardest to seem sincere, he put on a plastered smile and nodded towards the bar. "I'm gonna go see if I can find crystal, too. Let's just take things slow. When you feel ok just park yourself somewhere I can see you." Oozing with the arrogance of an inexperienced criminal with a little too much money he parted off. Maybe it was irresponsible to leave his team. It is, Del thought to himself. But it was also irresponsible to send a whole team to do what he could've done by himself.

Once at the bar he leaned against the smooth etched glass. Running a hand along it he could feel the damp residue from a wet rag. Someone spilled. Turning himself around he set himself squarely in a seat, waiting his turn. He itched at a fading tattoo on his wrist. I really should get that redone.

Mentions: Group Alpha
Interactions: 6R1M Takuwan Takuwan
Location: Inferno, baby
 
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location = Miraino City – Inferno
tags = Lioness075 Lioness075 Fanaa Fanaa
mentions = 6R1M, Alexander, Uzali, Del, Luness, Ed, Ms. Borrd





Weighing which scenario was more painful to behold, Alexander stifling his anger during their adventure to the prehistoric era, or 6R1M’s failed attempt at socializing. The masked vigilante needed a course or two (thousand) on how to vocalize confidence. Dalziel was beginning to understand the reason being her use of a mask, though the Perio man had to admit she was easy to stare at. Shame she was socially inept, they could’ve had fun. But it would appear Del was already in the works of assisting Ms. Fong with that task.

Dalziel left the group to do as they pleased, however, he did not hesitate to give a look over his square shoulder, making sure to paint the perfect expression of security to the pale toned princess. If she were in need of him he’d be there posthaste. Uzali was a biological magnet for trouble.

Now for the task at hand.

The interim co-lead of the stealth squad led the feral feline to the second floor, Christina Borrd’s office had an open concept, with only one entity guarding the entrance, this was all she needed, for only a fool would pick a fight with Ed. ‘Mess with Ed, end up dead.’ That’s what the frequent flyers would say.

Dalziel caked on his typical charm, though Ed was not the type to be wooed by a crooked smile. “I heard the owner of this place loves cats, isn’t that a coincidence.” Was it really? Or a plan he had established all along. When he spoke, it was low enough for only his squad mate to hear.

Through the crystal clear glass the two could see Ms. Borrd having a telephonic conversation. “Once she’s finished with that call we’d like to have a word with your boss.” No words escaped Ed, but he huffed and pried Christina’s door open to announce the presence of the two operatives.



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Luckily, the ballroom fiasco went off without a hitch. No extra injuries, so it was a win in Atlas' book. The only thing that -surprisingly- occurred is the loss of the device. Who could have possibly intercepted and stole it for themselves? He got the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time they'd end up dealing with some timey-wimey bullshit. Until that day, may as well forget about it!

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Atlas, personally, felt very invested in the drug bust mission. For him, becoming a thorn in the side of a crimelord is an exquisite treat - no matter how small of a thorn he ends up being. When in a situation like this, the only thing that comes to Atlas' mind is his father - leaving a very sour taste in his mouth. Depending on how the mission goes, there may be nothing done to the supplier and those who run the show. Either way, it'll be a personal victory for Atlas. While Atlas had his personal reasons he, of course, wanted to do it for Rotek as well. They needed it done, so Atlas would oblige.

"Holy shit, it's almost as big as me." Atlas muttered under his breath, just loud enough that anyone nearby could make out what he said. White Willow Mansion. This'll be my second mansion visit in a month. Maybe I should start counting? The exterior was a pleasing sight, dotted with many complex designs and extravagant windows. A sight to behold. He did his best to eye it up, looking for any potential ways of infiltration. He was Onyx lead for a reason, this android wasn't made for complex infiltration strategies and meticulous planning. That's not to say he can't, there are just much better candidates. As easy as it looked, there was no way they were going to just walk right through the front door. Atlas wouldn't, at least. That's why Omega squad would have to clear the way for him to do his job. Luckily, Atlas was entirely human in appearance, meaning he could easily pass for one when the right conditions are met. If they have any functioning devices that can check, they'd be found out instantly.

Atlas wore his usual attire, besides his jacket. It's not often that he leaves it behind, but it felt right on this occasion - leaving his upper body with only a black tank-top. Since he was going to be one of the fighters, Atlas wouldn't have to bother with wearing any of the fancy attire the rest of Omega showed up in. That said, he felt very out of place. You'd never expect such a "sophisticated, high-standing" estate to host a fight club where people beat the hell out of eachother. Guess the rich like to have a little bit of fun too, huh? Once he's in, being in the ring with someone would be a good way to let off some steam. Only problem is, Atlas isn't allowed to use his acceleration drive while undercover. Machine-like revving inside someone's chest is a probably a big give-away that someone isn't a human. Being forced to hold back was probably for the best, anyways, as he wouldn't want to cause any accidental casualties.

Acknowledging what Rhea said, along with everyone else's comments, Atlas had to agree. "I like the plan, Rhea! Glad to have you here. Seems like the safest bet for me. If we're going to make sure I can get in, I wouldn't be able to come with anyways. Just let us know if things go awry once you're in." If things DID happen to go awry, he wasn't too sure what exactly they'd do. He wouldn't say that, of course. If it comes to it, he'll just ram through the front door and scoop everyone up.



ATLAS


Location: France?

Mentions: AreSneksSly AreSneksSly Lioness075 Lioness075 Kassandra Kassandra


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location?
Dino Miraino.
interactions?
Lara ( Lioness075 Lioness075 )
mentions?
Atlas ( kasigi kasigi ), Rhea ( AreSneksSly AreSneksSly ), Frey Frey
Atticus Barnes.
After their escapades through time, Atticus was looking forward to a mission where his talents would have a chance to take center stage. Of course, that was just wishful thinking. He was as decent at minding his P's and Q's as any other trust fund kid, but it was far from his forte. If he didn't keep his mouth shut for the better part of the evening, their whole operation could fall into jeopardy. It certainly wouldn't be the first party he left in discord, but there was more at stake than his parents' egos this time around. Sentimentality wasn't Atticus's thing, but it was hard not to feel a little something for the rest of his Squad for Misfit Toys. Especially with the big guy's penchant for acting like they were all a family. One of them dying would... Suck.

His thoughts briefly drifted onto Frey on the other team, who was still nursing an injury after his face-off with Torin's girlfriend, friend with benefits, or whatever Zolar was. Atticus wondered who was keeping an eye on him in case he got into trouble, because he was sure as hell not gonna fare well if security or someone else roughed him up. Even more so if whoever this hypothetical antagonist was hopped up on muse. Pushing his thoughts aside, he started thinking about how best to apply himself to this new role. Good thing the horse girl was coming up with the plan. "Hey, Sinciato. What do you say we pretend to be Atlas's agents, or something? We stick to him like glue and make sure the guards don't even get close without us between them and him. They'll get so tired of dealing with us they'll pass him through without any hassle."

The same basic tactic had gotten his ruffian friends into high society parties back when he was still living among the ivory towers and suffering higher miseducation. From experience, any poor schmuck hired to protect the interests of richies wasn't paid enough to care. The only risk was whatever tech they had for detecting artificials.
why no explosions ;(
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