Realistic or Modern Lost Children- Vol.1 Shots Fired.

[WeaselThor]

James W. Striker
Clifton Colorado, Pop 1021.
Saturday 4-14-21, 10:47 AM.
Despite being in the public library James let out a loud sigh and a curse under his breath. He had spent the past 2 days turing over every stone he could trying to find at least one family member to these kids. It was a lost cause, every one of them was either confirmed dead or missing. Perhaps this project Seraphim didn't want any loose ends. Nonetheless he was all they had for the moment. Turning off the computer Striker made his way out of the library, into the van and to the farm of Alvin Dempsey...


two days ago...
As stryker watched the Guards changing shifts he couldn't
help but smirk on the other end of his binoculars. "This facility is well defended...at least that's promising" he muttered as he screwed a suppressor on his Dw.1911 specialist. This was gonna go one of two ways and he knew it. Either a cakewalk, or bloodbath either way something was going down for sure. Spotting the Van make its approach Stryker Did a once over on his equipment before he wobble hopped the snowboard on his feet into facing he street. "Quick and Clean" he said to himself as he popped off he lip of the cliff he was perched on and began speeding down the slope like a human bullet aiming for the vans driver side window Striker unleashes a short double tap from his suppressed weapon at around 60 yards. An easy shot for a man of his skill, the windshield was sprayed with red and the truck coasted to a stop about 40 meters down the road. Both the driver and passenger seat guard sit dead in the cab before they even knew what hit them. Stryker moved quickly taking their uniform and letting out a sigh as he slammed his own face onto the hood of the car hard enough to break his nose then he prepared he charges...


As he pulled up the gravely driveway stryker snapped back to reality. Sure enough Alvins Wife Anita had decided to put these kids to work. At least those who would work. The sweet elderly woman was in the kitchen cooking up something that smelled of heaven. The kids were strewn about the farm doing whatever they felt like at the time. It wouldn't be long before they came to see him however. They all knew where he went to... He was looking into their families, trying to find a relative of any of the kids. As he parked he van he couldnt help but feel as if he had failed them. He had no idea how he was going to tell them what he had found.

FireMaiden Chimney Swift Svisttt WolfOfProphecys Randomfella Natural Flavour kasigi
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[Svisttt]

Today is a good day, Inari thought to herself, gazing across the farm's land. She liked the way the morning sun glittered through the leaves, the way the wind smelled after yesterday's light rain. Everything felt... new, and she liked that feeling. She liked the softness of the grass and the slight chill that often came with an April day's morning. She smiled slightly to herself and looked down at the little packet of flower seeds she had asked for. Inari had never really thought about it before, but she supposed she was holding life, yet it didn't have a heartbeat. She wondered for a moment if the little seeds had a family, then cut herself off, realizing how sidetracked she was getting.

Inari looked around and eventually saw a spot by a tree that "looked lonely," and ran over to get to work.

It didn't take very long to get the seeds in the ground, just a few minutes. Still, Inari sat by the spot after she was finished, and continued looking around the area.

 

[FireMaiden]

Beca Franklin​

Beca wasn't hopeful. She hid that fact from the others, but truly, Beca knew that Stryker wouldn't find anything. For her at least, but she didn't have high hopes for the others either. Dr. Franklin had accidently let her mother's fate slip one day when Beca was around 7, but even as a young girl she was suspicious of why her mother didn't have the same skin color. But it never really bothered her Beca. After some prying, Dr.Franklin explained that her mother didn't want her, and that she wasn't even given a name until coming to Seraphim, so unlike some of the other subjects, Beca wasn't resentful. Sure, turning her I to a weapon was a bit of dick move, but it was better than spending her life in foster care. She knew that would have sucked more than anything that happened to her. Running a hand through her hair, which surprisingly was down instead of her signature updo, Beca sighed walking into the farm house kitchen, doing her best to avoid the sickly sweet scent of food she couldn't eat. Well, most of it at least; the old woman gave her a smile as Beca got herself avglass of water, before heading out the back door to wander the farm.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Robin Strässler
April 14th, 2021.

Robin sat perched on a low picket fence surrounding a patch of green cabbages. The small-framed, flaxen haired tween had an air of somberness about him, his chin propped ponderously on his hand as he gazed out over the small expanse of vegetables. He wasn't used to it being so quiet. The laboratory building in which he'd been housed up until recently was always full of commotion, the hurried chattering of the researchers, the hum of electric lights and machinery, the occasional explosion... but here it felt still. Not quite stagnant, but eerily, overwhelmingly calm. It was all the more jarring after the recent events.

If one looked close enough, they would probably have noticed that one of Robin's arms was cut off at the elbow, the rolled-up sleeve of his button-down plaid shirt hanging empty. The rest of the arm was off in the cabbage patch, pulling weeds off by itself. As long as Robin stayed on the fence nearby, he could control the arm just as easily as if it were attatched to the rest of him. Besides, the small blades attached to his fingers made this task surprisingly easy. This, at least, was something Robin could get used to. Actually, he kind of liked chores. It kept his mind from wandering, and he was actually quite innovative with finding the best methods for completing tasks, even if they weren't always practical.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

As soon as Jay had been given as task to do, he'd gotten to work. He was utterly terrible at sitting still, and so had actually already done a few jobs around the place this morning. He'd also been sure to check on the others, because he wasn't sure how they were all feeling, and he liked to take care of them. Even the ones who didn't seem like they wanted his help. They were his family, and he'd take their annoyance any day as long as he knew they were okay.

To be honest, he himself was feeling a little lost. He'd lived in the facility for the last thirteen years of his life. And now he'd been dragged forcefully away from it, to a strange new place. It was nice to be able to roam around outside, but he wasn't sure he liked it. Those at the facility had cared for them, he was sure, no matter what the new man said. So he was, understandably, still quite wary of this place. But he'd followed, because his family had been prepared to go with him, and he was always terrified of being left behind by them.

He knew where the man, Stryker, had gone. He was kinda hopeful, but not really. Not for his father, whom he remembered to be abusive, but perhaps for his mother. He couldn't remember ever seeing her, but he hoped she was still around. Still... He couldn't abandon his little family either. So even if Stryker did find something, Jay wasn't sure he'd want to return to a mother whom he'd never met. Who had perhaps not even wanted him, if she'd abandoned him with his father.

Hearing a engine nearby, he lifted his head from where he was inspecting a small flower. Brightening as he noticed who it was, if only because Stryker might have news on his families real family, he was the first to jog over to him. Jog, because he didn't want to start running full speed and potentially set his clothes alight, or crash into the side of the truck and make a sizeable dent. He doubted he'd be liked for that.

"Stryker sir!" He called, sounding excited, "Did you find anything?" He added. He wasn't so hopeful for his own real family, but he did want his new family to be happy. Even if that did mean them leaving him. He did worry that he'd be alone, if they decided to leave.

WeaselThor

 

[Natural Flavour]

~Ember~
Location: Farmhouse
Mentions: WeaselThor ​

Ember stood on tiptoes to look out the kitchen window, her bright blue eyes just peeking over the window sill. She was considerably short, for an 8 year old. The other children, all older than she, were outside doing various chores. Ember hadn't been outside in her entire life, at least what she remembered of it, and the idea of such endless vastness frightened her. Two days ago when Mr. Stryker had picked them up and taken then to the Dempsey farm, Ember had been too afraid to speak. She hadn't began talking again until yesterday.

There was a barn out there, in the yard. Maybe, just maybe, there were animals. Ember loved animals, despite not having in contact with many in her short life. She strained to see the barn from the window, and wanted to know if there were animals out there. Ember had had a nightmare once, that she tried to care for some baby bunnies, and when she touched them, her powers turned them to ashes. Her powers could do that, you know. What if she hurt the animals outside? It was only a bad dream, right? Ember wasn't so sure.

Princess Philomena wouldn't hurt the animals, she told herself. Twirling around three times, she entered her imaginary portal to become Princess Philomena, a guardian angel of all animals. And she had wings, which was a total plus. Ember flitted to the kitchen where Mrs. Dempsey was.

"M-Mrs. Dempsey?" asked the tiny voice. "Can I go outside?"

 

[Randomfella]

Scarlet Vulnere
Saturday 4-14-21, 10:47 AM​

Resting back on a creaking chair's hind legs, feet resting upon the deck railing, sat a disinterested Scarlet. She'd been asked by those farmers to do some menial job, wash dishes, bob for apples, who knew, and who really cared. That was the young teenager's outlook, at least, as her eyes gazed over the farm. This 'Striker' brought them here for a reason, tricked them into believing they were being transferred. If anything they were like the livestock here, to be moved around and stolen by any who would gain from their bounty, he wouldn't let his prizes go hungry just because they refused to rummage through mud. His reasons still weren't clear to Scarlet, however, though she had some speculation, what would anyone want with powerful, impressionable youngsters after all. Some lies about pretending to find their families wouldn't change that, she already knew the truth of her past.

Scarlet's amber eyes moved across the field, as a cold wind tickled her cheek, letting out a short sigh as they reached the cabbage patch. "Disgusting." She could only think as she watched the disembodied limb scour for weeds, pulling them from their roots. Her eyes moved up to stare at the boy the arm had detached from, a sorry sight indeed, though at least he wasn't directly bothering her, unlike the older boy who seemed more than eager too check up on each of them.

Pausing for a moment, Scarlet moved her eyes down to stare at her wrist. What would they do? If they left it surely wouldn't be hard for this Striker to track them down, and none of them had any real training. A small red spike began to emerge, piercing her skin as it slowly erupted outwards, before reclining back into her skin, leaving a hard red scar in its wake. Their powers were all they had to any real advantage.

Scarlet's focus was cut off as the van arrived, and Jay began to jog toward it, causing the girl to instinctively bring her right arm up, and brush her nose with her index finger. Of course he wouldn't find anything, there was nothing to find, Seraphim weren't kidnappers after all, they were helping them before the old man had taken them from their home... Right? Despite her feeling, there was a small notion in the back of the mind, a wonder, what if he did find something? Unbeknown to her however, she was right, in a way, there was nothing, or no one, to find.

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[WeaselThor]

James W. Stryker
Clifton Colorado, pop 1021
Saturday 4/14/21 10:51

Pulling the keys from the ignition james hoped out of the truck, his combat boots crunching the rocks beneath his feet. Of course Jay was the first one up eager to find out. Stryker's looks said the news wasn't good. "Gather up the others and meet me in the barn, take your time too. I gotta talk with Alvin first." he immediately began heading to the barn waving at Anita and Ember in the window...
WolfOfProphecys
Randomfella

As she waved back at Stryker Anita turned to Ember with a big joyful smile on her round face. "Well i Reckon So Dearie, We are just about done in here. Now we just gotta wait for biscuits to rise. Why don't you save my old bones a walk and let everyone know breakfast will be ready in a half hour." she patted the young girls head and shooed her out of the kitchen. Getting back to tending the eggs.
Natural Flavour

As Stryker opened the barn Alvin looked back at him from his chair. It had been a long time since the barn had held livestock, even the smell was gone. Alvin Sat in a chair in one of the booths. In front of him was various radio equipment, explaining the satellite dish on the roof. As Stryker approached the him Alvin took the headphones off. "Whats the word?" the old man asked.
"Nothing good, Looks like Valkyrie is Involved in this Project Seraphim you know how they like to tie up loose ends..." he leaned up against the stall crossing his arms over his chest while Alvin leaned back in his chair. "The radio chatter is clean, But if its them than that doesn't count for much. Ive got a pretty decent amount of hardware in the cellar, but i gotta be honest with you Kid. I don't think i got another run in me." The old man looked stryker in the Eyes and immediately Stryker could see his point. The years hadn't been kind to Alvin. Too many Battles had left the old man ragged and for a brief moment Stryker thought about what would become of him if he made it to Alvin's age. Not that he believed he ever would. "Thats not all we got old timer, those kids can do some pretty amazing things. With the right Guidance they could be Better than me, better than anyone." He believed the words that came out of his mouth, and the old man knew it. "well if you teach half as good as you work then im sure it wont take long, plus you had a damn good teacher yourself." the old man chuckled and socked him playfully in the knee earning a smirk as a reward. "I think your memories a little fuzzy old man, you were the worst. Everyone of us in basic hated you. " stryker said with a grin.
"Yeah...But my Recruits Saved the world if i remember correctly." His raspy voice showed that he was already tired from his days work. "Well bought it some time at least." Strykers Silence Said he knew Alvin was right. But he still couldn't shake a sense of dread for what was coming.
Svisttt (I believe your character could hear this exchange with little to no effort.)​

 

[Svisttt]

Inari's interest had already been piqued when she noticed a truck had pulled up into the worn driveway, but her curiosity grew when Stryker jumped out and started talking to an already ecstatic Jay. He seemed a little dismissive of the younger boy, and when she noticed him hurrying down to the barn her nosiness got the best of her.

It wasn't difficult to figure out what was going on, her enhancements allowed her to hear things from such a short distance with relative ease. To her, this was child's play. She tilted one of her ears towards the barn and cupped her hand over the other. She tuned out what little noise was around her and focused purely on the old barn. She heard a man's voice that wasn't Stryker's, she supposed it was Alvin, though she hadn't spent much time with the older gentleman. The things they were saying didn't make much sense to her, though she made an effort to remember the key details of the conversation. Valkyrie... Project Seraphim... radio chatter... Inari made a note to investigate the noise she was vaguely hearing from what she assumed to be the radio Alvin mentioned. She didn't want to take her attention off the exchange though, not yet.

Hardware in the cellar... Another thing to check out? She took notice of this... "them" he had also mentioned. Inari bit her lip a bit, not liking so many questions that lack clean answers to them. She listened to the rest of the conversation, the bits about her and the other kids bugging her to a degree. Guidance, huh? Alvin must've been Stryker's teacher. What really interested her (and mildly concerned her) was the last part of the conversation. Inari gently shook her head a bit and stopped eavesdropping, sighing as she processed all this new information.

That was enough snooping for the day... at least for right now. She stood up and brushed the dirt off herself and went to catch up with Jay. He was the oldest, essentially a brother to her, and she trusted him enough to talk to him about this.

WolfOfProphecys

 

[kasigi]

Grave.​

"So the coordinates are sent? Wonderful." A young looking man stood, a lit cigar hanging out of his mouth - the ashes being carried with the wind as he sucked inwards, allowing the fumes to enter his body. The man stood in front of several vehicles, multiple armed individuals with light armor watching as he spoke into a phone. There were about 26 of these agents, all of them standing at attention, listening in to the man's conversation.

Grave spoke once more, "very well, we'll be prepared momentarily, then we'll head out. Thank you, goodbye, Director." He hung up the phone, shoving it into one of the coat pockets. His gaze then trained upon the agents at his disposal. These finely trained men and women were going to be his assets for the current mission. Before this, he had gotten to known some of these people quite well, and was pleasured to work with them on the field. A smile spread across his feint, taking the cigar out of his mouth to speak - blowing out a large huff of smoke through his nostrils. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is where we start our crusade. I cannot promise that all of you will live through this, but.." He began pacing back and forth slowly as he spoke to the agents. "I place my trust in every single one of you, that you'll do everything that is capable to capture these subjects and bring them back to where they rightfully belong." He tossed the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out with his boot. 'I'll fill you all in with the basic details. This mission is top priority, you are allowed to kill ANY potential witnesses. Though, I need remind you, the hope is that every single one of these children will be kept alive. You may injure, but you may not kill. If that were to occur, not only would it cut a proportionally large chunk of your paycheck out, but you'd have to deal with me as well." He let out a chuckle, pointing to the vehicles that were behind the several agents. "At this point, you are equipped with the weaponry necessary to deal with these subjects. The vehicles behind you are what you will use as well. Everything here is now gathered, and we are fully prepared. Are there any objections to move to the location provided now?" He paused, waiting for someone to possibly speak up - though, not a single agent peeped. They were trained and ready for this, it was the day they were building up to. "Wonderful." Grave allowed for a wicked smile across his face. "Let's get going, then."

Grave signaled for the agents to move to the vehicles. At the moment they were on private property, but they would have to travel through the main roads to reach the destination. The agents would not kill anyone until they arrived at the scene, and were witnessed by persons while they were actively attempting to capture the children. The vehicles that the agents were provided with were 2 Humvees, 4 SUVs, and 6 dirt bikes. A decently sized convoy to arrive in. As the agents piled into the vehicles, Grave moved to the side of one Humvee, entering into the side passenger seat next to the driver. Grave unclipped a small radio at his side, speaking into it. "Everyone gathered into their designated vehicle?" He waited, allowing all agents at the scene to give the okay, before he once more spoke. "Very good. SUV-Zero-Two-Nine, lead ahead. I'll stay at the rear." Each vehicle in use had an assigned number, allowing for ease of access when commanding them. The lead SUV moved first, as the other vehicles trailed behind, Grave staying at the end before his driver moved out. They were out on the road now, the tires kicking up dust as they sped to the coordinates that Grave was provided with.

The man sitting next to Grave was someone that he was familiar with for the most part. They could be considered friends at this point. "How are you feeling about this, Axel?" Grave turned his head to the driver, speaking up to him in a relaxed voice. The driver responded. "Can't say I'm nervous, sir. I feel pretty much prepared for this, you know? Definitely have a sense of excitement, for sure." Grave laughed at the man's response. "Glad to hear it, I just hope the others feel the same way as you do." Axel took a left turn, following the rest of the convoy. "I was speaking to some of them earlier about it. Some of them are definitely nervous, but I'd understand why. These kids don't know what they're getting into." Grave patted Axel on the shoulder, letting out a sigh. "You act like you're an old man." The two continued to chat as the vehicles barreled down the road, preparing for the worst. Grave wasn't necessarily worried about the mission himself. He was rather confident, as a matter of fact, that these agents would put work in and do what needs to be done. There was a tinge of worry in the back of his mind, though - he didn't want to lose any of these fine soldiers.

 

[Natural Flavour]

~Ember~
Location: Farmhouse -> Barn
Mentions: WeaselThor

Ember, or shall I say ‘Princess Philomena’, ran out to the barn, her eyes alight, her arms spread wide... in her mind she was flying. She skidded to a halt at the barn door, suddenly realizing there were people in there, and took a deep breath, trying to remember what Mrs. Dempsey said.

“Uhhhhh... Oh yeah! Breakfast is in half an hour....” she said to the two men who were there; Mr. Stryker, the man who had brought them here, and Mr. Dempsey, whose farm this was.

After delivering her message, the little girl ran toward the stable part of the barn, looking carefully into each stall. But there were no animals. The light left Ember’s eyes, and she wiped away a few stray tears. But she didn’t let herself cry. Princess Philomena doesn’t cry, because Princess Philomena isn’t sad.

Ember wasn’t so sure what to do now, as her message was delivered and there were no animals to love upon. She wandered back out to the yard and saw a boy sitting on a fence. As she got closer, she saw it was Ron, and that half his arm was missing. Her eyes darted to and fro, looking for the other half of the arm, and found it, picking weeds like no man’s business. Ember crept closer until she was up against a tree nearby the fence. Ron didn’t like little girls bothering him, she was pretty sure. But she liked watching Ron’s limbs do weird things, and she watched the stray arm intensely.

 

[Natural Flavour]

Chimney Swift (forgot to tag and can’t edit on mobile, look above)

 

[FireMaiden]

Beca Franklin
April 14th, 2021
Interaction: Scarlett Randomfella ​

Taking the last sip of water, Beca said the cup down in the wood beside her, and continued staring off into the feild. Nothing interesting was going on, so her eyes had fixated on the horizon, and she once again found herself lost in thought. Which, when it came to Beca, was odd. She never dwelled to much on anything, but everything that had happened within the last few days was...well, it was a lot to take in. Stryker just showing up and taken off with them was one thing, but she knee that this meant they were now on the run. None od the subje ts were natural, so it only made sense that Seraphim would be wanting their projects back. That word sent a surge of anger through her, and without thinking, she picked up the glass and hurled it at a nearby building...before she realized what she had done. With a sigh, Beca ran a shaking hand through her hair, before she started to walk back to the house. Stryker was probably waiting to tell then the news of what he found, so they might as well rip this band aid right off.

Rounding the corner of the house, Beca stopped for a moment, looking around. She saw the van, Jay, and Inari before her eyes fell on Scarlett. She always like that name, and secertky was a little jealous of everyone else. They had names that didn't mean anything special. Anyway, Beca slowly approached Scarlett, not really wanting to deal with the old man just yet seeing as how he may spot her. Then would no doubt talk as soon as he could. Though, true, he's want to talk to everyone and Beca was just being a little paranoid. Beca cleared her throat as she leaned against the railing supporting herself with her elbows as she looked to the younger girl, "Whatcha up to kiddo?"

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Jay couldn’t help but feel like he’d basically been ignored and pushed aside, but he brushed it off. There was no point trying to push the older man if he wanted to tell them all at the same time. From the mans face, Jay could assume that what he’d found was nothing good. But... maybe he’d found the family of at least one or two of them? Some of them were young, so surely their family was still around somewhere? Despite the look on Strykers face, Jay didn’t let himself lose hope that some of his family might be able to live normal enough, happy lives.

Instead, he nodded, and set off to do his task. Or, he would have, had he not almost walked straight into Inari. He classed them all as his younger brothers and sisters, so he certainly beamed when he realised she seemed to be looking for him and not Stryker, who had walked off. Some of the others really seemed to find his excitable, brotherish tendancies annoying, he found, but he’d always made sure they all knew they could approach him with any issues they may have.

“Inari!” He chirped, “What’s up?” He added, tilting his head almost like he was a curious puppy. Even as he stood talking to her his fingers were twitching a pattern against his leg, unable to stand perfectly still. He didn’t mind speaking to her, Stryker had told him to take his time after all.

Svisttt

 

[Svisttt]

Inari immediately started to beam- even if she had almost ran straight into Jay. She threw herself at him and pulled him into a quick hug, then took a few steps back and looked up at him, "H-Hi Jay!" She paused, not really sure how to bring up what she had overheard to him. Was it even that big of a deal? Of course it is... just get it over with. It's important.

"Are you busy with anything? I sorta need to talk to you about something..." Her voice was gentle, as it always was, though it was shakier than usual. She tried hiding it with a little smile, but her eyes betrayed how she was feeling. "If... that's okay at least, I mean."

 

[Randomfella]

Scarlet Vulnere
Saturday 4-14-21, 10:51 AM​

Scarlet continued to watch Striker, staring toward him with a sour look on her face, gauging his expression. Words weren't needed for the girl to assume the outcome of his search, and it only served to validate her mistrust of the old man. She watched as he called on Jay to gather the others, as if either of them thought to give commands. Her eyes moving to the young man, glaring daggers for a short moment, hoping it would dissuade any desire he had to approach. Perhaps luckily for her, it seemed his attention was elsewhere.

The girl's stares and glances were cut short by another one of them approaching, Beca, the second eldest of the stolen youth. Perhaps she wasn't as prying as others, but Scarlet still felt she looked down on the younger ones, even if it wasn't in a completely negative way. Scarlet didn't move her gaze to meet the approaching young woman though, choosing instead to watch the now empty van, legs still resting on the railings by Beca's elbow, pushing the chair back to rest on two supports lazily.

"Milking a cow, what does it look like?" Scarlet responded in her usual, snarky childish tone. She continued to stare forward, before rolling her amber eyes around to meet Beca's gaze, an impatient expression covering her face. "What is it you want?" Scarlet half demanded, in what sounded more like a sigh than a proper tone. In the back of her mind, however, the girl couldn't help but question Strikers next move, especially considering his sudden desire for them all to have a nice little group powwow.

Mentions: WolfOfProphecys WeaselThor
Interacts: FireMaiden

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Jay laughed happily as she hugged him, giving her a gentle squeeze in return before letting her go. He watched her, a slight frown to his face as she seemed almost... shaken. It made him want to pick her up and cuddle her, if he could. Which... he probably couldn’t, but he could certainly cuddle her without picking her up. Instead of pushing her straight to the point though, he gave her a soft smile.

“Of course I have time. Stryker wants everyone to meet in the barn in a while, but he said to take my time so...” he paused, realising he was getting into rambling territory. He bit his lip briefly, to distract himself from what had been his plan of rambling, and then nodded again, “It can wait. What’s wrong?” He asked instead, peering at her curiously. He didn’t like it when anyone in the family was upset or shaken as Inari seemed to be. Had she overheard something?

Svisttt

 

[Svisttt]

"I... uhm..." She wasn't really sure where to start. Would he be mad that she had eavesdropped? Would he believe her? She supposed it wasn't too outlandish, and she was just overthinking things, but... Inari cleared her throat slightly and started talking, quiet at first but slowly gaining confidence.

"I overheard a conversation between Stryker and Alvin... it happened after Stryker walked away from you. He went straight to the barn-" She jerked her thumb over in the direction of the rickety old place, "and Alvin asked how things were going. Stryker... didn't seem very hopeful and mentioned someone, or something I guess, named Valkyrie. He also said that it seemed like Project Seraphim was out to clean up loose ends..." Inari trailed off for a moment, recalling the exchange, "There's a radio in the barn, I guess, and hardware or something down in the cellar. That's what Alvin said. They talked about us a bit... I think they are wanting to teach us. Or something." Her speech was starting to become a little sporadic, not really sure where to go from here.

"There were other little details but... that's the gist of it." Inari mumbled, quickly losing the confidence she had been gaining. "I'm sorry if that was a lot at once."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Jay wasn't angry at all that she'd overheard a conversation. He'd have done it too, if his powers were like hers. After all, they'd been taken from their home to this new, strange place. They had every right to be suspicious of the people here that had taken them. Not only Striker, but the ones who he assumed owned this farm. He didn't trust them completely, no matter how nice they may seem, and he was sure he had every right to be uncertain.

Her words brought up questions though. What was Valkyrie? He assumed Project Seraphim was what had happened at the facility, since a few of his family shared that surname. The ones who hadn't had surnames before, or hadn't made one up for themselves. But... Why would the people at the facility be cleaning up loose ends? What loose ends? It almost sounded like they meant to kill people but... they wouldn't do that. Right? They'd protected the children from their pasts.

The idea of a radio in the barn, and hardware in the cellar made him frown slightly. Why would a small farm need a radio and hardware? It couldn't be as simple as it sounded, if they were talking about it all secretively. He also wondered what exactly they wanted to teach them. The only thing he could think of, from the way Stryker had taken them away, was fighting. But... Jay didn't want to learn to hurt someone.

Biting at his lip in an almost anxious fashion as he fidgeted, he shook his head, "I don't... We'll have to ask. Maybe this is what Stryker wants to tell all of us." He nodded. Stryker wouldn't be keeping important secrets from them. Would he? Still, he gave her a small smile, "I'm sure it'll be fine Inari. As long as we have each other, we'll be fine. Yeah?"

Svisttt

 

[FireMaiden]

Beca Franklin
April 14th, 2021
Interaction: Scarlett Randomfella ​

"Maybe I just wanted to check up on you. We were just taken from the only home we've ever really known, and brought here. People we don't know, an unfamiliar place, just generally everything that's happened within the last two days is a lot to take in," Beca replied. Scarlett's attitude didn't really surprise Beca, and the older girl was use to it. But it did bother her that she hadn't started to grow out of it yet. That was gonna bite Scarlett in the ads one day, but for now, Beca was gonna let it slide. "You like the farm?" Was the next question the brunette asked, her eyes going away from Scarlett, Beca letting them wander. Stryker was going to give them bad news, she could feel it. Pushing herself up off the railing, she raised her arms above her head, turning her torso until her back popped. She dropped her arms, taking a moment before she went back to leaning on the railing.

 

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Robin Strässler
April 14th, 2021.
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Robin spotted Stryker heading back into the barn. His cloudy blue eyes narrowed. He still wasn't entirely on board with Stryker. Some of the others seemed to already trust the guy whole-heartedly, but Robin still had his guard up. Even though Stryker hadn't tried to harm any of them yet, the whole situation was just so abrupt and bizarre that Robin couldn't just accept it at face value.

Even after Stryker disappeared through the barn doors, Robin couldn't shake the feeling that he was no longer as alone as he was just moments ago. His arm stopped pulling weeds, drumming its fingers anxiously as the rest of Robin cautiously turned around, catching sight of a small figure propped against a tree: Ember. Ember. Robin's apprehension seemed to instantaneously disappear... well, most of it anyway.

Ember was the only one of their little squad who was younger than Robin, only eight years old and often acting even younger, with an imagination that was so vibrant it was a little disturbing sometimes. Her bright ginger hair slightly reminded Robin of the fae creatures in those old Swiss folk stories that he had faint memories of. This may have had something to do with why he couldn't help but like her.

He waved at her, using his disembodied arm that she seemed to be watching intently. He didn't say anything, not sure if she had come over for a reason or if she simply wanted company, but he was confident that she'd make that clear herself.

 

[WeaselThor]

James W. Stryker
Clifton Colorado
Saturday 4/14/21 11:00am

About five minutes after he went in both Alvin and Stryker were opening the Barn. They locked eyes for a moment before Alvin Nodded and began heading to the main house. Stryker stood in the doorway of the barn for a moment his eyes going across each kid before he turned and walked back into the Barn starting to pull chairs out and spread them in a wide circle. Lets hope these kids stay calm with what im about to tell them. he muttered as he instinctively checked the ammo count in his fathers .357 Magnum revolver. Seeing all six rounds he holstered it again in his thigh holster. lets hope i stay calm too...he finished his thought before taking the last chair and sitting down in it...
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The Big Boss
Location- ???
4/14/21 11:00am

The white Suit of the man drew the attention of the others on the board as he sat down at the head of the table. the other 12 members of the board looked pale and terrified. This man never made an appearance, and here he was today mere days after the worst events in the history of his organization. Nonetheless his face showed a dangerous indifference his bright Green eyes scanned the room, his jet black hair shifting slightly as his head turned. Finally his eyes fell upon a balding man wearing a lab coat and sunglasses. "Dr.Illeil...you were in command of Facility VI were you not." his voice was a smooth as velvet, but for some reason it didn't comfort anyone. In fact the room seemed to flinch when he spoke.
"Y-Yes S-Sir I..." the man started but was cut off. "Why did you not report this before you called MY valkyrie assets to clean up your mess." the man spoke again when he said "My" his voice raised an octave and caused the room to vibrate slightly. "Sir I Thought i could deal with it before it became a problem for you... It was only one man." the doctors widened as he realized his mistake. The Big Bosses Face twisted into rage he then pointed at illeil and a green flash of light jumped from his finger into Dr.Illeils Chest. like a green Sparkler stick firework sparks spread across the doctors body. Everything they touched was reduced to dust so quickly that the doctor didn't even gave a chance to scream. Immediately after this his face returned to normal and he clasped his fingers together holding his hands just in front of his mouth before he placed them flat on the table. "Call Dr. Amiko in facility X. Tell her she has been promoted and will be Running Facility VI. Have all of the Valkyrie Subjects on stand by...and give me a direct contact line to each of them, including Grave. They will be reporting to me now" he stood up after saying this. "I do hate this room...see to it that i need not return. And someone sweep up the doctor, its unsanitary to just leave him there." his cackle filled the room only cut off by the elevator doors closing. The board of directors exchanged fearful looks before they began to follow his orders. Surely they believed they worked for the devil, and it was the least intelligent thing any of them could think of to make that being repeat itself. One called Amiko while the others called the Valkyries. Finally Mr. Henson called Grave to let him know who he was reporting to now.
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[Svisttt]

Inari gave him an uneasy smile, not really believing that everything was going to be as fine as he said. Life... isn't usually that simple and clean. She was glad she was with the other 5 kids though, and that alone took a bit of the edge off this whole ordeal. "Yeah, you're right!" she eventually said, perking up a bit. She cautiously glanced behind her, then turned back around and quickly asked, "Could I come with you while you talk to everyone?"

It might've been a clingy move, but she really didn't want to be alone right now. She supposed if he declined she could take the chance to check out the cellar, but... She wasn't sure if she'd have enough time for that. Maybe later tonight.

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[kasigi]

Grave.

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Grave's voice came over a radio, being heard by all agents that he had gone out with. "We'll be moving within seven miles of the target location soon enough. Once we reach that mark, we're going to set up a perimeter around the area before going out. Stop now, I need to get you all properly prepared." The convoy of vehicles all come to a complete stop within a few seconds, all of them sitting quietly on the side of an empty road. Grave opened the door to the vehicle he was in, stepping out onto the ground. It smelled fresh out there to him, as if the air was more clean. It was a nice sensation, one that he didn't mind feeling. Once he was outside, he took out a small flask, opening it with his free hand and removing the cap. He placed it up to his pursed lips and lifted the flask, drinking the alcohol that was contained within. Along with smoking not effecting him, alcohol couldn't really get him drunk either, all thanks to the healing factor. At this point, he genuinely just enjoyed the taste, which could be considered odd. Once Grave was out of the car, he spoke again. "Everyone get out of your vehicles for a moment, I'll get you equipped with the rest of the assets provided." All of the agents left their vehicles, standing attention to Grave's command. All of their boots crunched against the ground as they lined up - pure silence. When the time came, they were some of the most professional people Grave had ever met.

Grave moved over to the back of one of the Vans, opening up the compartment. There was a large, rather heavy case in the back, that Grave lifted up quite effortlessly - setting it on the ground in front of all of the agents. He opened up the case, revealing a variety of items for the agents to use. Grave spoke up, "you already know what we're dealing with, but, this equipment will help you complete the task." He pointed to each individual piece of gear. There were multiple of each, and they were grouped together in the case. "Hair trigger rubberized landmines, for use on the speedster. Flash bangs and sensory overload equipment for the enhanced senses. Mesh nets for the child who can scatter. The heavy voltage tazers are for the child who manipulates blood. Use the tranquilizer for the youngest, along with the shapeshifter. Once all of you have taken a single piece of this equipment, I will be forming squads. Everyone with the same equipment will be in a singular squad, tasked with taking down the necessary individual I just spoke of. I know you're familiar with the faces, but you should be fine. Stay 30 feet away from the youngest at all times, mind you." He stepped away, motioning for the agents to take their piece. After every agent had gone up to the case, he grouped each and every one of them up, directing them rather easily. After he finished, he stepped back, gazing over this wonderful team of hand-picked individuals, ready for the task. Once again, a voice escaped his lips. "Along with allowing each squad to focus on a single person, it allows you all to not be picked out alone as well. We're fully prepared for this." Grave stepped forward, moving to the case that still lay on the ground. He knelt in front of it, reaching for the sides and closing it, lifting it up. It was rather light now, but it wasn't very noticeable to Grave. Grave move back over to the van where he had retrieved the case in the first place, putting it back in and shutting the rear compartment. And we weren't even seen while doing this. Wonderful, just as planned. He thought to himself, smiling. He walked back in front of the agents, all of them standing at attention. "I especially want to make the perimeter secure. Once the roads leading up to the location are successfully closed off to anyone who would pass by, that is when I'll give the order to move in. There should be more equipment in the back of the other vans just for this." As he finished speaking, he felt a ring in his pocket. His fingers crept inside of his long coat and pulled out a phone. "Hello?"

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[Randomfella]

Scarlet Vulnere
Saturday 4-14-21​

Scarlet let out a small *Hmph* at Beca's notion that she was checking up on the girl. slight shrugging of the shoulders followed as Scarlet remained in her relaxed position, watching the young woman's eyes like an agitated hawk. She was right, of course, the last two days had been less than comfortable, and Scarlet's suspicion and concern of their current situation only seemed to worsen over time, yet she wasn't about to let on.

"Oh, yeah, I love getting kidnapped alongside you all in the middle of nowhere." She responded, hardly attempting to hide her bitter tone, her expression following suit as she slightly threw her arms up expressionally, before losing balance on her chair and stabilising by planting its, and her own, feet back on the ground with a light thud. "It's shit." She admitted bluntly, slumping her body forward as she moved her gaze to stare at the barn. "Satisfied?" She asked crudely, looking back up toward Beca for a short moment.