neon reverie
ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 - 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞
neon reverie
ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ
Date
Sep 11th, 2386
Time
9:30 AM
Weather
Cloudy with a morning chill [50 Fahrenheit]
neon reverie
ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ
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location: Heleus, lower level. On top of some antennae.
interaction: Perseus Galloway
tags:
apolla
calypso
erised
Husk
Plutoni
boo.
plague rats
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[div class=name] Andromeda [/div]
[div class=role]the artificer [/div]
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Andromeda hated this city and everything it stood for.
Perfectly balanced on one of the myriad Union communications antennae that was horizontally protruding from the monolithic support column designed to hold up the upper level of the city, she forced down the contempt and bile in her throat as she watched the world below. It was still dark – but then again, with the upper level blocking out most of the sun's life-giving splendour, it was always dark.
With the lower half of Heleus dwelling in almost perpetual shadow, the environment was cold, overwhelming and rank. The inhabitants that lived there – those that could afford to live in the ramshackle buildings they called home – were pale and sunken, their moods sullen and stand-offish. A classic sign of Vit-D deficiency which was a widespread symptom of the impoverished people habituated in the capital city.
Yet, the people clung to the propagandised messages of the Union like it was their guiding star. Half of them couldn't afford to eat well and the other half couldn't afford basic utilities, yet they all attended Union-mandated schools, Union-sponsored events and watched Union-endorsed television.
"IT IS YOUR CIVIC DUTY TO REPORT ANY SUSPECTED INSTANCES OF SEDITION AND ANTI-STATE BEHAVIOUR. ONLY WITH YOUR HELP WILL OUR SOCIETY PROSPER. UNION IN THOUGHT, UNION IN DEED."
An automized message spoke from one of the holo-screens, and once upon a time, Andromeda truly believed those words. But now, all she saw was a calculative strategy to erode free will and encourage collective thought. A mind-numbing message, and a well-placed threat to her existence.
Andromeda knew these thoughts formed a danger in itself. That her distrust towards the government could easily be considered by those who are quick to judgment as disloyal at best and seditious at worst. But what else were you supposed to do when the government made you lie to cover up their own incompetence? What else were you supposed to do when they single-handedly decided you were their enemy? What else-
“ANDROMEDA”
"Holy sh-!" she hissed, nearly falling off the antennae. She swivelled her head – almost giving herself a whiplash while doing so – and her eyes met the identical green ones of her brother, who now wore a bashful smile.
"Oops- did I make you jump?"
"You think?!" Andromeda yelped, hand rubbing her chest trying to soothe her spontaneously racing heartbeat. "Jump, fall, nearly become a human pancake - you know, the whole shebang!"
Perseus rolled his eyes, wholly unimpressed by the dramatics displayed.
“You- you’re not supposed to be here,” she managed to say after garnering her heartrate back to a normal tempo.
“Neither are you,” the younger brother rebutted. That little punk. Someone ought to think that offering a sibling a free place to stay would grant you rights of speech without riposte. Well, apparently not.
Andromeda huffed but said nothing and allowed the male to sit down beside her.
“So, is there something you need?” she asked after a short silence.
“No…” he responded, albeit not with much credibility.
She gave him a side-eye that said ‘I know you longer than today mister,” and he sighed, relenting.
“I did a thing.”
It was muttered under his breath, and with the sonic sound of the wind, she almost didn’t catch it.
But she did.
And her heart stopped briefly.
If people thought the red-haired woman was clumsy, they hadn’t met Perseus yet. ‘Did a thing,’ was practically his code for ‘I think I fucked up and I'm not sure if I did and I need someone to tell me if I did and oh fuck—'. It usually preceded events like breaking into mama’s figurine vault – off-limits to children - and accidentally knocking something over, or trying to help papa download his speech for a function for high-level members of Union, only to realise the download icon on the tactile interface was one icon above the one he had pressed.. Delete. To Andromeda, ‘did a thing’ invariably meant bad news.
Now it was up to her to unearth the degree of bad.
“You did a thing as in, accidentally flashed our poor elderly neighbour again, or did a thing as in, Union can come kicking down our door at any moment?”
A prolonged silence followed, fuelling a slight dread within. Andromeda knew she never should’ve uttered a word about her dissent regarding Union to anyone, but she had had a few drinks- and, as usual, it led to a loss of filter, and her brother happened to be at home…and within the hearing perimeter. And then he started asking questions, and being her favourite brother out of the three… It just happened.
She spilled it, the whole thing; what she’d heard the day she was eavesdropping, the real reason why she joined the Enyos - everything, save for her deviant identity. After that, her brother’s views were no longer the same.
And Andromeda should’ve seen it coming, should’ve seen that small seed of rebellion flowering inside him, because the same happened to her. But it was not until he got caught - midst theft - by their own father, that she truly realized what she had done. She'd created a rebel, and a careless one at that.
“Perseus,” she started, eyebrows furrowing.
He shook his head, cutting her off. “ No- it’s okay. I’ll fix it. I just need to borrow some components from your workshop.”
“some of my components,” she echoed, frown deepening. She certainly didn’t like where this was going.
Perseus seemed to sense her worry and addressed it, in his own, flimsy way. “Ah don’t worry. I’ll be careful, and uh, try to not hurt anyone.”
Andromeda shook her head and sighed, “you’re a terrible convincer Pers.. but fine, you can borrow some of the components.”
His eyes widened slightly in surprise, which was not a good sign, but hey – what was the worse thing that could happen? [ except death, but that won’t be discussed because… reasons]
“Thanks!”
“you’re welcome buddy,” she chuckled.
Another silence settled between them.
Until-
“Say, I thought you had a meeting this morning..?”
Andromeda toppled, nearly falling off the structure again, and cursed.
“ FUCK-“
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interaction: Perseus Galloway
tags:
apolla
calypso
erised
Husk
Plutoni
boo.
plague rats
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[div class=role]the artificer [/div]
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Andromeda hated this city and everything it stood for.
Perfectly balanced on one of the myriad Union communications antennae that was horizontally protruding from the monolithic support column designed to hold up the upper level of the city, she forced down the contempt and bile in her throat as she watched the world below. It was still dark – but then again, with the upper level blocking out most of the sun's life-giving splendour, it was always dark.
With the lower half of Heleus dwelling in almost perpetual shadow, the environment was cold, overwhelming and rank. The inhabitants that lived there – those that could afford to live in the ramshackle buildings they called home – were pale and sunken, their moods sullen and stand-offish. A classic sign of Vit-D deficiency which was a widespread symptom of the impoverished people habituated in the capital city.
Yet, the people clung to the propagandised messages of the Union like it was their guiding star. Half of them couldn't afford to eat well and the other half couldn't afford basic utilities, yet they all attended Union-mandated schools, Union-sponsored events and watched Union-endorsed television.
"IT IS YOUR CIVIC DUTY TO REPORT ANY SUSPECTED INSTANCES OF SEDITION AND ANTI-STATE BEHAVIOUR. ONLY WITH YOUR HELP WILL OUR SOCIETY PROSPER. UNION IN THOUGHT, UNION IN DEED."
An automized message spoke from one of the holo-screens, and once upon a time, Andromeda truly believed those words. But now, all she saw was a calculative strategy to erode free will and encourage collective thought. A mind-numbing message, and a well-placed threat to her existence.
Andromeda knew these thoughts formed a danger in itself. That her distrust towards the government could easily be considered by those who are quick to judgment as disloyal at best and seditious at worst. But what else were you supposed to do when the government made you lie to cover up their own incompetence? What else were you supposed to do when they single-handedly decided you were their enemy? What else-
“ANDROMEDA”
"Holy sh-!" she hissed, nearly falling off the antennae. She swivelled her head – almost giving herself a whiplash while doing so – and her eyes met the identical green ones of her brother, who now wore a bashful smile.
"Oops- did I make you jump?"
"You think?!" Andromeda yelped, hand rubbing her chest trying to soothe her spontaneously racing heartbeat. "Jump, fall, nearly become a human pancake - you know, the whole shebang!"
Perseus rolled his eyes, wholly unimpressed by the dramatics displayed.
“You- you’re not supposed to be here,” she managed to say after garnering her heartrate back to a normal tempo.
“Neither are you,” the younger brother rebutted. That little punk. Someone ought to think that offering a sibling a free place to stay would grant you rights of speech without riposte. Well, apparently not.
Andromeda huffed but said nothing and allowed the male to sit down beside her.
“So, is there something you need?” she asked after a short silence.
“No…” he responded, albeit not with much credibility.
She gave him a side-eye that said ‘I know you longer than today mister,” and he sighed, relenting.
“I did a thing.”
It was muttered under his breath, and with the sonic sound of the wind, she almost didn’t catch it.
But she did.
And her heart stopped briefly.
If people thought the red-haired woman was clumsy, they hadn’t met Perseus yet. ‘Did a thing,’ was practically his code for ‘I think I fucked up and I'm not sure if I did and I need someone to tell me if I did and oh fuck—'. It usually preceded events like breaking into mama’s figurine vault – off-limits to children - and accidentally knocking something over, or trying to help papa download his speech for a function for high-level members of Union, only to realise the download icon on the tactile interface was one icon above the one he had pressed.. Delete. To Andromeda, ‘did a thing’ invariably meant bad news.
Now it was up to her to unearth the degree of bad.
“You did a thing as in, accidentally flashed our poor elderly neighbour again, or did a thing as in, Union can come kicking down our door at any moment?”
A prolonged silence followed, fuelling a slight dread within. Andromeda knew she never should’ve uttered a word about her dissent regarding Union to anyone, but she had had a few drinks- and, as usual, it led to a loss of filter, and her brother happened to be at home…and within the hearing perimeter. And then he started asking questions, and being her favourite brother out of the three… It just happened.
She spilled it, the whole thing; what she’d heard the day she was eavesdropping, the real reason why she joined the Enyos - everything, save for her deviant identity. After that, her brother’s views were no longer the same.
And Andromeda should’ve seen it coming, should’ve seen that small seed of rebellion flowering inside him, because the same happened to her. But it was not until he got caught - midst theft - by their own father, that she truly realized what she had done. She'd created a rebel, and a careless one at that.
“Perseus,” she started, eyebrows furrowing.
He shook his head, cutting her off. “ No- it’s okay. I’ll fix it. I just need to borrow some components from your workshop.”
“some of my components,” she echoed, frown deepening. She certainly didn’t like where this was going.
Perseus seemed to sense her worry and addressed it, in his own, flimsy way. “Ah don’t worry. I’ll be careful, and uh, try to not hurt anyone.”
Andromeda shook her head and sighed, “you’re a terrible convincer Pers.. but fine, you can borrow some of the components.”
His eyes widened slightly in surprise, which was not a good sign, but hey – what was the worse thing that could happen? [ except death, but that won’t be discussed because… reasons]
“Thanks!”
“you’re welcome buddy,” she chuckled.
Another silence settled between them.
Until-
“Say, I thought you had a meeting this morning..?”
Andromeda toppled, nearly falling off the structure again, and cursed.
“ FUCK-“
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calypso
fairest
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mood: Irked.
location: Heleus, upper level. Meeting room.
interaction: n/a
tags:
boo.
neon reverie
erised
Husk
Plutoni
plague rats
apolla
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[div class=name] ANIKA [/div]
[div class=role] The Tactician [/div]
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If there was a meeting at 9:30 a.m, Anika was awake by 6:30. There were no exceptions to the rule, and she woke up at the first beep of her alarm. The second beep always irritated her, so it was instantly shut off the moment the Enyo woke up. Everything else was her sterile routine, the same every morning. (Now just a bit earlier.) First she'd shower for fifteen, then brush her teeth. By then it was around 6:45, which meant she had around an hour or two to work out. (And take another shower right after, because she couldn't possibly go to a meeting smelling like sweat.)
The two hours at the gym were ideal for Anika in many ways. The punching bags didn't talk back to her, and the steady slapping of her feet against the treadmill allowed her to lull into a routine. The glass window in front of eyes displayed the news as she ran, but she never paid any actual heed to it. It was a good way to get people to leave her alone, however. No one wanted to disturb her when she was reading.
No, her mind was elsewhere in the morning. It was the only place she could afford to think about anything else besides her current life with the Enyos. Well, it was still related to the Enyos, but in a way they wouldn't dare imagine. Something no one could imagine.
---
Thump, thump, thump.
Listening to her own feet hit the treadmill over and over, Anika didn't make much of a noise besides a perfectly timed breath of air every second or so. Physical training was one of the most important parts of her job, given their enemies. Especially when said enemies can teleport.
Shifting her crystal gaze to the side for a brief moment, Anika let out another short burst of air and kept on running. Though she often wore her uniform daily, her mornings in the gym were the rare exception. A simple white tank-top matched with black leggings. No special fabric woven into the seams to stop a blade from easily sliding into her skin. No dark helmet to hide her expressions, though her natural sour mood did a rather good job at that anyway....
Seeing Anika dressed so casually was a privilege most people didn't get. And she was glad of it. Working out in the morning in such a casual attire made her look...vulnerable. She hated feeling vulnerable just as much as the next person did. A frown crossed over her lips as she continued to run, but her pace never faltered.
If there was one thing Anika was good at besides fighting and bossing other people around, it was keeping a good poker face and remaining calm. There were very few things that truly irked Anika, despite her tendency to harp on her teammates. To her, those little sessions were for their benefit. It was her job to keep them alive, after all. If one of them died, that's on her. No matter how much they annoyed her, the thought of seeing an Enyo dead...
The frown persisted on her features, and her hand dropped down to the control pad on the treadmill to raise the speed. Those types of thoughts were exactly why Anika needed the morning to herself. If she was thinking like that on a mission, then those concepts would easily become a reality. Not to mention the fact that those bastards would win too. A scowl replaced the frown as she sped up, the slapping sound becoming more often as she pumped her arms.
The Phantoms. Four men, and the sole reason the Enyos existed. Four deviants, who made her life a living hell. Those four deviants, who were far too similar to Anika for her comfort. The pounding on the treadmill continued, Anika's ponytail bouncing up and down as her feet slammed into the track. She hated those four men with a passion, for so many different reasons.
She hated that they kept getting away.
She hated that they hurt the Enyos in different ways every single time.
She hated the way they taunted them.
She hated their voices.
She hated that she was just like them, and no one else in the damn world knew.
The last thought caused a sudden misstep for Anika, and she stumbled off the treadmill with widen eyes. A curse soon came after, followed by two sad beeps as she turned the machine off. Sweat was rolling down her forehead and back, and a pant was starting to ensure. Her heart was pounding in her ears, but it wasn't because she had worked up a sweat. It was that single persistent thought, the one that had been stuck with her for ages.
She was a Deviant, and she should logically be fighting with the Phantoms. Not against them. There were hours every day where she mulled over the thought in complete silence, trying to ignore the prodding sense of sympathy. It pissed her too no extent, but who the hell was she supposed to tell?
No one, she was supposed to tell no one. Because she wasn't supposed to have any sort of powers, and she was supposed to stop anyone who did. It was her fucking job. Her dad had been so proud of her when she rose in the ranks. The only comfort she had during that time was the fact that she was different from the Deviants that had killed her mother. She wasn't like the Phantoms, she had morals.
They just wanted to watch the world burn. That's what they always said. It didn't matter what Anika thought in the end-- It just didn't.
Grabbing a towel off the closet rack and drying her face off, Anika left her thoughts behind in the gym and returned to a warm shower once again. It was 9:00, and the meeting started in thirty minutes. She was there by 9:15 in her uniform, with a clipboard in front of her to mark who would be late.
She had her bets.
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[div class=bkgdborder][div class=bkgd]
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mood: Irked.
location: Heleus, upper level. Meeting room.
interaction: n/a
tags:
boo.
neon reverie
erised
Husk
Plutoni
plague rats
apolla
[/div][/div]
[div class=name] ANIKA [/div]
[div class=role] The Tactician [/div]
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The two hours at the gym were ideal for Anika in many ways. The punching bags didn't talk back to her, and the steady slapping of her feet against the treadmill allowed her to lull into a routine. The glass window in front of eyes displayed the news as she ran, but she never paid any actual heed to it. It was a good way to get people to leave her alone, however. No one wanted to disturb her when she was reading.
No, her mind was elsewhere in the morning. It was the only place she could afford to think about anything else besides her current life with the Enyos. Well, it was still related to the Enyos, but in a way they wouldn't dare imagine. Something no one could imagine.
---
Thump, thump, thump.
Listening to her own feet hit the treadmill over and over, Anika didn't make much of a noise besides a perfectly timed breath of air every second or so. Physical training was one of the most important parts of her job, given their enemies. Especially when said enemies can teleport.
Shifting her crystal gaze to the side for a brief moment, Anika let out another short burst of air and kept on running. Though she often wore her uniform daily, her mornings in the gym were the rare exception. A simple white tank-top matched with black leggings. No special fabric woven into the seams to stop a blade from easily sliding into her skin. No dark helmet to hide her expressions, though her natural sour mood did a rather good job at that anyway....
Seeing Anika dressed so casually was a privilege most people didn't get. And she was glad of it. Working out in the morning in such a casual attire made her look...vulnerable. She hated feeling vulnerable just as much as the next person did. A frown crossed over her lips as she continued to run, but her pace never faltered.
If there was one thing Anika was good at besides fighting and bossing other people around, it was keeping a good poker face and remaining calm. There were very few things that truly irked Anika, despite her tendency to harp on her teammates. To her, those little sessions were for their benefit. It was her job to keep them alive, after all. If one of them died, that's on her. No matter how much they annoyed her, the thought of seeing an Enyo dead...
The frown persisted on her features, and her hand dropped down to the control pad on the treadmill to raise the speed. Those types of thoughts were exactly why Anika needed the morning to herself. If she was thinking like that on a mission, then those concepts would easily become a reality. Not to mention the fact that those bastards would win too. A scowl replaced the frown as she sped up, the slapping sound becoming more often as she pumped her arms.
The Phantoms. Four men, and the sole reason the Enyos existed. Four deviants, who made her life a living hell. Those four deviants, who were far too similar to Anika for her comfort. The pounding on the treadmill continued, Anika's ponytail bouncing up and down as her feet slammed into the track. She hated those four men with a passion, for so many different reasons.
She hated that they kept getting away.
She hated that they hurt the Enyos in different ways every single time.
She hated the way they taunted them.
She hated their voices.
She hated that she was just like them, and no one else in the damn world knew.
The last thought caused a sudden misstep for Anika, and she stumbled off the treadmill with widen eyes. A curse soon came after, followed by two sad beeps as she turned the machine off. Sweat was rolling down her forehead and back, and a pant was starting to ensure. Her heart was pounding in her ears, but it wasn't because she had worked up a sweat. It was that single persistent thought, the one that had been stuck with her for ages.
She was a Deviant, and she should logically be fighting with the Phantoms. Not against them. There were hours every day where she mulled over the thought in complete silence, trying to ignore the prodding sense of sympathy. It pissed her too no extent, but who the hell was she supposed to tell?
No one, she was supposed to tell no one. Because she wasn't supposed to have any sort of powers, and she was supposed to stop anyone who did. It was her fucking job. Her dad had been so proud of her when she rose in the ranks. The only comfort she had during that time was the fact that she was different from the Deviants that had killed her mother. She wasn't like the Phantoms, she had morals.
They just wanted to watch the world burn. That's what they always said. It didn't matter what Anika thought in the end-- It just didn't.
Grabbing a towel off the closet rack and drying her face off, Anika left her thoughts behind in the gym and returned to a warm shower once again. It was 9:00, and the meeting started in thirty minutes. She was there by 9:15 in her uniform, with a clipboard in front of her to mark who would be late.
She had her bets.
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All at once Casey’s body jerked into a sitting position and he grabbed the bulky black laptop next to him. The screen dimly illuminated his spider like fingers as they typed out lines of coded text. When they stopped he moved to lie back down but a small window popped up in the corner of the screen. Right. Shit. The meeting. He groaned as his body slowly made itself known again. It felt like he’d been banging his head against a wall for the past several hours but at least he’d made progress. Everything swam slightly as he got to his feet, pins and needles shooting through stiff limbs.
The bathroom light switched on as he passed through the doorframe to give him a glimpse of his unfortunate reflection. Greasy hair, bloodshot eyes, and sallow skin. Not much could be done about it but after a quick shower and fresh clothes he was starting to feel more human and he shuffled off to the kitchen. The coffee pot blinked alive as he filled the basket and he left it to brew as he threw some still mostly okay bread into the toaster. He thought he would’ve been a better cook by this point but most of his meals were still more about convenience than taste. Once the pot was full he dumped a few small tablets out of their plastic baggie, swallowing them down with the help of his coffee. It’d be enough to carry him through the meeting and then some. Hopefully sleep would come at some point but for now he was still clenching his jaw as he tried to force the dry toast down.
When he first joined he’d planned on keeping his own place. But the security at the safe house needed work and nights spent tinkering with it turned into weeks, new projects and problems popping up as soon as another was finished. It wasn’t like he planned on having company over anyway and at a certain point it just made more sense to unpack his few boxes rather than dig through them each time he needed a clean shirt or a specific tool. There are a lot of excuses for why Casey chose to live in a self built cage in a part of town some people wouldn’t consider liveable but the truth became obvious whenever he had to leave it.
His hands shook as he poured a second cup. It wasn’t the meeting. Casey actually enjoyed meetings, it was a good way to force himself to be social and discussing logistics was where he shined. But you couldn’t just discuss forever. Eventually you had to do and doing meant going outside. For a while it’d been getting easier. Maybe it was having a team but the sick dread that usually overwhelmed him whenever he was in public had gotten easier to force down. Even alone he could manage grocery stores and aimless walks.
Then Enyos started showing up. It was one thing to stay hidden- he didn’t have a problem sticking to the fringes. But now he felt like an animal being hunted slowly and agonizingly. Despite no evidence they’d discovered who he was every time he left the safe house he could feel eyes on the back of his neck. All it would take was one slip and then… well, whatever it was would definitely be unpleasant. Just thinking about it now was enough to start up the anxiety fueled voices in his head and his fingers curled tighter around the mug as he shut his eyes. Security footage from the past few nights sped through his mind, revealing nothing of interest but a few fights between stray cats and a drunk pissing on the wall of the building. It was enough to comfort him and he turned to where he’d sat his laptop on the kitchen table, attempting to organize his scattered notes into something useful for the meeting.
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The only sounds in the room were the quiet hum of computers and Casey’s shallow breathing synced to them as he lay flat on his back with eyes shut and hands curled into loose fists. Beneath the thin skin of his eyelids his eyes twitched frantically as if searching the dark room. Even if the lights had been on it would’ve been difficult to find much among the clutter. There was barely room on the floor for him to wedge himself in between busted open CPUs and half finished machines. Desks lined the walls covered in not yet cannibalized computers going about their daily routine.
All at once Casey’s body jerked into a sitting position and he grabbed the bulky black laptop next to him. The screen dimly illuminated his spider like fingers as they typed out lines of coded text. When they stopped he moved to lie back down but a small window popped up in the corner of the screen. Right. Shit. The meeting. He groaned as his body slowly made itself known again. It felt like he’d been banging his head against a wall for the past several hours but at least he’d made progress. Everything swam slightly as he got to his feet, pins and needles shooting through stiff limbs.
The bathroom light switched on as he passed through the doorframe to give him a glimpse of his unfortunate reflection. Greasy hair, bloodshot eyes, and sallow skin. Not much could be done about it but after a quick shower and fresh clothes he was starting to feel more human and he shuffled off to the kitchen. The coffee pot blinked alive as he filled the basket and he left it to brew as he threw some still mostly okay bread into the toaster. He thought he would’ve been a better cook by this point but most of his meals were still more about convenience than taste. Once the pot was full he dumped a few small tablets out of their plastic baggie, swallowing them down with the help of his coffee. It’d be enough to carry him through the meeting and then some. Hopefully sleep would come at some point but for now he was still clenching his jaw as he tried to force the dry toast down.
When he first joined he’d planned on keeping his own place. But the security at the safe house needed work and nights spent tinkering with it turned into weeks, new projects and problems popping up as soon as another was finished. It wasn’t like he planned on having company over anyway and at a certain point it just made more sense to unpack his few boxes rather than dig through them each time he needed a clean shirt or a specific tool. There are a lot of excuses for why Casey chose to live in a self built cage in a part of town some people wouldn’t consider liveable but the truth became obvious whenever he had to leave it.
His hands shook as he poured a second cup. It wasn’t the meeting. Casey actually enjoyed meetings, it was a good way to force himself to be social and discussing logistics was where he shined. But you couldn’t just discuss forever. Eventually you had to do and doing meant going outside. For a while it’d been getting easier. Maybe it was having a team but the sick dread that usually overwhelmed him whenever he was in public had gotten easier to force down. Even alone he could manage grocery stores and aimless walks.
Then Enyos started showing up. It was one thing to stay hidden- he didn’t have a problem sticking to the fringes. But now he felt like an animal being hunted slowly and agonizingly. Despite no evidence they’d discovered who he was every time he left the safe house he could feel eyes on the back of his neck. All it would take was one slip and then… well, whatever it was would definitely be unpleasant. Just thinking about it now was enough to start up the anxiety fueled voices in his head and his fingers curled tighter around the mug as he shut his eyes. Security footage from the past few nights sped through his mind, revealing nothing of interest but a few fights between stray cats and a drunk pissing on the wall of the building. It was enough to comfort him and he turned to where he’d sat his laptop on the kitchen table, attempting to organize his scattered notes into something useful for the meeting.
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Teagan was currently lying spread-eagle in his bed. Definitely not the most attractive sight on the planet, but he was alone and why shouldn't you be comfortable when alone? Comfort over style, always. That was his motto, anyways. Anyone who had a problem with it could fight him.
Now, he knew that the Phantoms had a meeting today around 9:30 at the base, and it probably wasn't ideal that he, the leader, was still in bed instead of making plans for the meeting but whatever. He had time. It was only just after eight in the morning. Plenty of time to get there and plan what he was going to say. It would pretty much just be 'here's what we're doing, when we're doing it, what each person is specifically doing and then where we're meeting back up.' That's how they usually went, at least.
Teag decided that he might as well get out of bed and head over to base so he could, y'know... actually do his job and lead the Phantoms. So, he threw the sheets off of him and got up out of bed, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower. Perhaps he lingered under the hot water of the shower for longer than necessary, but it felt good and helped erase his worries of the day.
A little while later, Teagan was dressed and eating a quick breakfast. Once finished, he locked up his apartment and set off for the Phantom base. Normally, he'd just teleport there but since it was broad daylight and he could potentially be seen by anyone, he decided against it. Plus, it was a nice morning. Why not walk?
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Now, he knew that the Phantoms had a meeting today around 9:30 at the base, and it probably wasn't ideal that he, the leader, was still in bed instead of making plans for the meeting but whatever. He had time. It was only just after eight in the morning. Plenty of time to get there and plan what he was going to say. It would pretty much just be 'here's what we're doing, when we're doing it, what each person is specifically doing and then where we're meeting back up.' That's how they usually went, at least.
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Six AM always came early, but Vasilisa usually already had her eyes open by the time her alarm went off in the mornings. The first thing she did was check her schedule, which was carefully written down in the planner she kept on the table beside her bed. She knew there was a meeting at 9:30, though she didn't need a written reminder of that. She remembered. It was hard to forget, with the constant reminders and the pressure of the deviants presence.
Once out of bed, just a few short minutes after said alarm rang, she would run. Although Vee wasn't as technical as Anika about everything, they did share similar interests and had a similar routine. Sometimes even a similar attitude, though they were far from best friends. None of the four Enyos were close like that-- they couldn't afford to be. Let your guard down, and that's when bad shit starts happening.
Vee did utilize the gym, but for her morning runs, she always preferred feet to pavement. Clad in a pair of gray capri leggings and a black tank top, she slid her socked feet into her running shoes and pulled her brown hair back into a messy bun. Barely glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she set out to run the streets of Heleus' upper level.
Always careful and observant during her time out in the world, Vee's feet pounded the pavement harder than usual on this cool morning. The sun would rise soon and bask the upper streets of Heleus in warm sunlight, but that didn't change the facts. People followed the Union like their word was sacred. Deviants with powers were loathed, just like she and the other three girls that made up the Enyos would be if their own secrets got out.
Using her sensitive eyes to keep an eye out as her mind raced, she completed her circle and ended up back at her home. She showered and dressed. The clock read nearly seven; she still had time to kill before heading to the meeting room. In her own quarters, she moved to stand by the window, peering out into the city she'd just returned inside from.
They were out there somewhere. The deviants. Plotting their next move against the Enyos and against the Union. Her frown deepened as she sipped at the black cup of coffee she'd made to further wake her up. Hopefully there would be intel at the meeting today about the deviants and what they were planning. Vee was itching to take them down.
Yet still, a smaller part of her-- the part she usually chose to ignore-- wondered if she was doing the right thing.
But just because she shared a common theme with the deviants didn't make her one of them. She was loyal to her country and to the Union, and it would stay that way, no matter what.
Time passed slowly, but eventually, the clock read nine. Never one to be late, she headed for the meeting room, not surprised to find Anika already there. "Dobroye utro." She greeted her usual good morning in Russian, sliding into a seat towards the middle of the room. Her accent wasn't heavy, since she'd been in the states since she was a child, but she was fluent in both English and Russian (and a few other languages as well) and some of her father's accent had rubbed off on her.
"I see we are early." She commented, casting a sideways glance at the clock on the wall. "How was your morning run?"
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mood: Complacent.
location: Heleus, upper level ---> meeting room.
interaction: Anika
tags:
calypso
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[div class=name] Vasilisa [/div]
[div class=role] The Marksman [/div]
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Six AM always came early, but Vasilisa usually already had her eyes open by the time her alarm went off in the mornings. The first thing she did was check her schedule, which was carefully written down in the planner she kept on the table beside her bed. She knew there was a meeting at 9:30, though she didn't need a written reminder of that. She remembered. It was hard to forget, with the constant reminders and the pressure of the deviants presence.
Once out of bed, just a few short minutes after said alarm rang, she would run. Although Vee wasn't as technical as Anika about everything, they did share similar interests and had a similar routine. Sometimes even a similar attitude, though they were far from best friends. None of the four Enyos were close like that-- they couldn't afford to be. Let your guard down, and that's when bad shit starts happening.
Vee did utilize the gym, but for her morning runs, she always preferred feet to pavement. Clad in a pair of gray capri leggings and a black tank top, she slid her socked feet into her running shoes and pulled her brown hair back into a messy bun. Barely glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she set out to run the streets of Heleus' upper level.
Always careful and observant during her time out in the world, Vee's feet pounded the pavement harder than usual on this cool morning. The sun would rise soon and bask the upper streets of Heleus in warm sunlight, but that didn't change the facts. People followed the Union like their word was sacred. Deviants with powers were loathed, just like she and the other three girls that made up the Enyos would be if their own secrets got out.
Using her sensitive eyes to keep an eye out as her mind raced, she completed her circle and ended up back at her home. She showered and dressed. The clock read nearly seven; she still had time to kill before heading to the meeting room. In her own quarters, she moved to stand by the window, peering out into the city she'd just returned inside from.
They were out there somewhere. The deviants. Plotting their next move against the Enyos and against the Union. Her frown deepened as she sipped at the black cup of coffee she'd made to further wake her up. Hopefully there would be intel at the meeting today about the deviants and what they were planning. Vee was itching to take them down.
Yet still, a smaller part of her-- the part she usually chose to ignore-- wondered if she was doing the right thing.
But just because she shared a common theme with the deviants didn't make her one of them. She was loyal to her country and to the Union, and it would stay that way, no matter what.
Time passed slowly, but eventually, the clock read nine. Never one to be late, she headed for the meeting room, not surprised to find Anika already there. "Dobroye utro." She greeted her usual good morning in Russian, sliding into a seat towards the middle of the room. Her accent wasn't heavy, since she'd been in the states since she was a child, but she was fluent in both English and Russian (and a few other languages as well) and some of her father's accent had rubbed off on her.
"I see we are early." She commented, casting a sideways glance at the clock on the wall. "How was your morning run?"
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boo.
keep precious things
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apolla
calypso
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[div class=name] NAMI [/div]
[div class=role] The Medic [/div]
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The morning was less than optimal. Nami wasn't exactly thrilled to have a meeting, but there was nothing to do about it. Duties were duties and all that, but why the formality? She guessed that it had more to do with their superiors making sure they were keeping on top of things. If anything, meetings made Nami less aware of what was going on, because she tended to zone out when sitting around a table and saturated in the harsh lights of some cold meeting room. Ah well -- at least it gave her a reason to be up so early. The night had been a sleepless, for no other reason than the overactive mind of Nami. Sometimes, when she had an idea, it wouldn't leave her alone, and it forced her to think about it for hours.
She had spent an hour or two just sitting at a small table, leaning over a steaming cup of tea and staring out the window. She was above some flat rooftops, and there was a decidedly miserable mist that had crept in from the north, moving slowly over Heleus with the sole intention of souring moods. Nami wasn't sure if the weather had affected her exactly, but she was sure that she felt a little sluggish. She yawned then sipped her tea absentmindedly, her eyes crawling over to the clock on the wall.
5:48.
Sigh.
But the morning wasn't completely forsaken. Nami found that things in general needed tidying up, and there was some paperwork to file away. She even took a few minutes to rummage through her medical briefcase, throwing away a practically-empty tube of something and rearranged the bandages in order from thinnest to thickest. With a momentary feeling of satisfaction, she clicked her briefcase closed and looked again to the clock.
7:03.
Ugh.
Nami spent the remaining two hours and twenty-seven minutes getting herself out of her cloudy-headed morning mood and into her business-focused self. She did her daily stretches on the shag carpet in front of a large glass panel that looked out over the city, which was beginning to wake up with her. After a brief run on the treadmill, she showered and slipped into her medical uniform, which consisted of something black and a little stiff, but certainly preferred over the jumpsuit-like clothes her action-oriented comrades wore.
There was finally a sense of being ready for the day as Nami pushed the meeting-room door open, not surprised to see Anika and Vasilisa already there. As slow as her morning had been, Nami realized she had arrived a little early. But it wasn't too early, she supposed. She nodded toward her companions and drew up a seat, setting her briefcase down to lean against the legs of her chair. Vee directed one of those polite questions toward Anika, so Nami supposed she would simply put on a pleasant sort of face and let those two go through the motions of proper social interaction.
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interaction: anika, vasilisa
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apolla
calypso
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[div class=name] NAMI [/div]
[div class=role] The Medic [/div]
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The morning was less than optimal. Nami wasn't exactly thrilled to have a meeting, but there was nothing to do about it. Duties were duties and all that, but why the formality? She guessed that it had more to do with their superiors making sure they were keeping on top of things. If anything, meetings made Nami less aware of what was going on, because she tended to zone out when sitting around a table and saturated in the harsh lights of some cold meeting room. Ah well -- at least it gave her a reason to be up so early. The night had been a sleepless, for no other reason than the overactive mind of Nami. Sometimes, when she had an idea, it wouldn't leave her alone, and it forced her to think about it for hours.
She had spent an hour or two just sitting at a small table, leaning over a steaming cup of tea and staring out the window. She was above some flat rooftops, and there was a decidedly miserable mist that had crept in from the north, moving slowly over Heleus with the sole intention of souring moods. Nami wasn't sure if the weather had affected her exactly, but she was sure that she felt a little sluggish. She yawned then sipped her tea absentmindedly, her eyes crawling over to the clock on the wall.
5:48.
Sigh.
But the morning wasn't completely forsaken. Nami found that things in general needed tidying up, and there was some paperwork to file away. She even took a few minutes to rummage through her medical briefcase, throwing away a practically-empty tube of something and rearranged the bandages in order from thinnest to thickest. With a momentary feeling of satisfaction, she clicked her briefcase closed and looked again to the clock.
7:03.
Ugh.
Nami spent the remaining two hours and twenty-seven minutes getting herself out of her cloudy-headed morning mood and into her business-focused self. She did her daily stretches on the shag carpet in front of a large glass panel that looked out over the city, which was beginning to wake up with her. After a brief run on the treadmill, she showered and slipped into her medical uniform, which consisted of something black and a little stiff, but certainly preferred over the jumpsuit-like clothes her action-oriented comrades wore.
There was finally a sense of being ready for the day as Nami pushed the meeting-room door open, not surprised to see Anika and Vasilisa already there. As slow as her morning had been, Nami realized she had arrived a little early. But it wasn't too early, she supposed. She nodded toward her companions and drew up a seat, setting her briefcase down to lean against the legs of her chair. Vee directed one of those polite questions toward Anika, so Nami supposed she would simply put on a pleasant sort of face and let those two go through the motions of proper social interaction.
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Plutoni
spin it!
RHYS
“Gotta say, I’m more of a Coke guy myself, hah..”
Rhys watched the cashier as he fumbled with the weighty 8-pack of Pepsi cans he’d slid across the counter in the gritty little corner store, one fluorescent strip-light flickering erratically overhead. He spun the black credit chip he held in his fingers. The harsh yellow-green light made the overcast morning outside seem dark. Unreal.
“Is that so?”
There was precious little inflection in his voice, tone idle, words throwaway, but it did nothing to calm the increasingly flustered young man as he struggled to find the barcode. Perhaps it even had the opposite effect. With the two accompanying pale eyes searing holes into the top of his head, it sounded far from conversational. The cashier briefly glanced up at him again, huff of uncomfortable laughter, professionally smiling face strained and starting to coldly sweat before the sudden relief of the till’s sharp bip of success broke the silence. The invisible bands of tension in his shoulders rippled loose. He even slumped a little. Rhys didn’t even pretend to ignore the slight tremble in the young man’s fingers as he paid, thanked him and left, and it was as if the atmosphere over the counter was lifted as the little bell above the door tinkled as it was opened and closed once again. Eyes followed the retreating figure until he was out of sight, lingering only the slightest bit longer, and the young cashier greeted the next customer with almost grateful enthusiasm.
Rhys slung the rows of cans up on his shoulder as he left, the one he’d popped from the front already cracked and softly hissing as he took the first sip of the day. The shop’s threshold might as well have been a portal to another world. The retreating window was a rather pitiful lighthouse as he made his way into a sea of darkened walls and rubble, one of the last outposts on the border of one of the more neglected sectors of the inner city. It’s neighbourhood charm was, well.. quirky.
He’d finished up the last contract he assumed he’d see in a while last night. It had been refreshingly simple and he’d spent much of the early morning sitting up on the very same roof he’d thrown the man from, just mulling over his own thoughts as the pre-dawn sky began to warm. Even hitmen took some me-time occasionally, though he suspected it was more of a symptom of him finally going senile than any attempt at self-reflection. Still. Though the money was welcome - not that he was exactly wanting - his growing itch over the Phantom’s lack of success over the Enyos had not been scratched. As much as he loved the chase, this sensation was, frankly, beginning to overstay its welcome. Patience was beginning to fray. Concluding that mindfulness was a scam, he’d left soon after and returned to his latest apartment to close everything up before bouncing again to here. Wherever here was.
He turned the corner of the tar-stained street that had long since lost its name and the building finally came into view. It walked the fine line between looking conspicuously up-together in a crumbling district and looking so purposefully shady and run down as to be just as obvious. It did a good job at being utterly forgettable, regardless of how entertaining Rhys would find having such a sinister Hollywood villain HQ for a base. He opened the door, taking the stairs down and unlocking the next, entering the planning room and dumping his duffle bag on top of some of the scattered paper across the table. He glanced up at the clock skewed on the wall as he moved. Perfectly on time, as per usual.
“Wakey wakey, Casey-Cat!” he called into the seemingly empty house, sounding almost bored as he went directly to the adjoining kitchen, Pepsi trophy in hand, opening the mini fridge and pushing the cans inside. Being headhunted by the government doesn’t mean you have to suffer room temperature soda, after all. That’s barbaric.
Rhys watched the cashier as he fumbled with the weighty 8-pack of Pepsi cans he’d slid across the counter in the gritty little corner store, one fluorescent strip-light flickering erratically overhead. He spun the black credit chip he held in his fingers. The harsh yellow-green light made the overcast morning outside seem dark. Unreal.
“Is that so?”
There was precious little inflection in his voice, tone idle, words throwaway, but it did nothing to calm the increasingly flustered young man as he struggled to find the barcode. Perhaps it even had the opposite effect. With the two accompanying pale eyes searing holes into the top of his head, it sounded far from conversational. The cashier briefly glanced up at him again, huff of uncomfortable laughter, professionally smiling face strained and starting to coldly sweat before the sudden relief of the till’s sharp bip of success broke the silence. The invisible bands of tension in his shoulders rippled loose. He even slumped a little. Rhys didn’t even pretend to ignore the slight tremble in the young man’s fingers as he paid, thanked him and left, and it was as if the atmosphere over the counter was lifted as the little bell above the door tinkled as it was opened and closed once again. Eyes followed the retreating figure until he was out of sight, lingering only the slightest bit longer, and the young cashier greeted the next customer with almost grateful enthusiasm.
Rhys slung the rows of cans up on his shoulder as he left, the one he’d popped from the front already cracked and softly hissing as he took the first sip of the day. The shop’s threshold might as well have been a portal to another world. The retreating window was a rather pitiful lighthouse as he made his way into a sea of darkened walls and rubble, one of the last outposts on the border of one of the more neglected sectors of the inner city. It’s neighbourhood charm was, well.. quirky.
He’d finished up the last contract he assumed he’d see in a while last night. It had been refreshingly simple and he’d spent much of the early morning sitting up on the very same roof he’d thrown the man from, just mulling over his own thoughts as the pre-dawn sky began to warm. Even hitmen took some me-time occasionally, though he suspected it was more of a symptom of him finally going senile than any attempt at self-reflection. Still. Though the money was welcome - not that he was exactly wanting - his growing itch over the Phantom’s lack of success over the Enyos had not been scratched. As much as he loved the chase, this sensation was, frankly, beginning to overstay its welcome. Patience was beginning to fray. Concluding that mindfulness was a scam, he’d left soon after and returned to his latest apartment to close everything up before bouncing again to here. Wherever here was.
He turned the corner of the tar-stained street that had long since lost its name and the building finally came into view. It walked the fine line between looking conspicuously up-together in a crumbling district and looking so purposefully shady and run down as to be just as obvious. It did a good job at being utterly forgettable, regardless of how entertaining Rhys would find having such a sinister Hollywood villain HQ for a base. He opened the door, taking the stairs down and unlocking the next, entering the planning room and dumping his duffle bag on top of some of the scattered paper across the table. He glanced up at the clock skewed on the wall as he moved. Perfectly on time, as per usual.
“Wakey wakey, Casey-Cat!” he called into the seemingly empty house, sounding almost bored as he went directly to the adjoining kitchen, Pepsi trophy in hand, opening the mini fridge and pushing the cans inside. Being headhunted by the government doesn’t mean you have to suffer room temperature soda, after all. That’s barbaric.
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plague rats
plague rats
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calypso
fairest
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mood: Calmed.
location: Heleus, upper level. Meeting room.
interaction: Vasilisa, Nami
tags:
boo.
neon reverie
erised
Husk
Plutoni
plague rats
apolla
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[div class=name] ANIKA [/div]
[div class=role] The Tactician [/div]
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Checking the clock once again, Anika wasn't surprised Vasilisa early. By her estimations, Nami would be next and then Andromeda. If Andromeda even showed up. Sighing a bit and placing her clipboard down, Anika simply shrugged her shoulders to Vasilia and moved to sit down at the front of the table. Her legs crossed before she spoke, while her body leaned back.
"The same as always, though the machine stuttered for a moment. I'll put in a work order for it," she said curtly, her hand lowered down to the table. A moment later, and she had flicked up a holo-screen into display mode. A list was on it, most likely their upcoming agenda for the meeting. Pictures scrolled on one side, showing locations and blurry photos of the Phantoms. You'd think they'd get better photos of the boys, but nothing. Her blue eyes drifted to the doorway as Nami entered, and she offered a simple nod in return.
Standing up after a few minutes of awkward silence, Anika flicked the screen behind her so it expanded into a full-sized presentation. Her boots clicked as she stepped to the side to avoid blocking the view of her glorious notes, and her arms crossed behind her back as her eyes darted to the clock. Her expression didn't change, but there was the smallest twitch in her brow. Which meant Andromeda was getting some shitty duty or the worst job on the mission.
"Well, then," she said, her tone still cold. Just being five minutes late ruined her entire mood, though it was hard to tell due to the fact she acted the same in just about every way. "I suppose we'll be starting now since Andromeda hasn't joined us. If she decides to show up, I want Nami to run her through the points she missed." Her head turned away from the two girls for a moment, before she pulled up four blurry photos of each Phantom. Each taken at different times and angles, all equally shitty. A slight scowl graced her brow for a moment, but it was soon wiped away as she started to speak again.
"We've had some word that the Phantoms plan to move in the following week, but we have no confirmed date or time. Obviously, I told HR this was an issue and that we can't just be out all day..." She said, her tone growing slightly annoyed, before she cleared her throat. "Still, they insisted on the four of us going undercover in public to see if any information can be passed around. That was the extend of their instructions, so I've taken a few liberties to add a few more tasks so we aren't just talking to locals for a week."
Flicking her hand to the side, the screen shifted to show a photo of each girl assigned next to a Phantom. "While undercover in civilian wear, I want each of you to look for specific information on a singular Phantom member. It's of the upmost importance that you don't come off as suspicious when asking about these men, as anyone you speak to can be a confident. That means you'll be making no arrests, nor will any officers be sent after whoever you speak to. The last thing we need is for this entire operation to be called off," she grumbled out, before pulling up a smaller screen.
"V, you'll be assigned the Blacksmith. Nami, you have Corvus. Andromeda has...Neuromancer," she said, cringing a bit at the names. Sure, they all had aliases of their own, but saying the names of others seemed so cheap.
"And I'll be taking Rook. We start this assignment in about two hours, any questions?" She said, both screens slipping away from sight as she recrossed her arms behind her back. Despite Andromeda being late, Anika seemed almost in the mood to answer questions. It was painfully obvious why she had assigned herself Rook, but it was probably best not to question that in particular.
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mood: Calmed.
location: Heleus, upper level. Meeting room.
interaction: Vasilisa, Nami
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boo.
neon reverie
erised
Husk
Plutoni
plague rats
apolla
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[div class=name] ANIKA [/div]
[div class=role] The Tactician [/div]
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Checking the clock once again, Anika wasn't surprised Vasilisa early. By her estimations, Nami would be next and then Andromeda. If Andromeda even showed up. Sighing a bit and placing her clipboard down, Anika simply shrugged her shoulders to Vasilia and moved to sit down at the front of the table. Her legs crossed before she spoke, while her body leaned back.
"The same as always, though the machine stuttered for a moment. I'll put in a work order for it," she said curtly, her hand lowered down to the table. A moment later, and she had flicked up a holo-screen into display mode. A list was on it, most likely their upcoming agenda for the meeting. Pictures scrolled on one side, showing locations and blurry photos of the Phantoms. You'd think they'd get better photos of the boys, but nothing. Her blue eyes drifted to the doorway as Nami entered, and she offered a simple nod in return.
Standing up after a few minutes of awkward silence, Anika flicked the screen behind her so it expanded into a full-sized presentation. Her boots clicked as she stepped to the side to avoid blocking the view of her glorious notes, and her arms crossed behind her back as her eyes darted to the clock. Her expression didn't change, but there was the smallest twitch in her brow. Which meant Andromeda was getting some shitty duty or the worst job on the mission.
"Well, then," she said, her tone still cold. Just being five minutes late ruined her entire mood, though it was hard to tell due to the fact she acted the same in just about every way. "I suppose we'll be starting now since Andromeda hasn't joined us. If she decides to show up, I want Nami to run her through the points she missed." Her head turned away from the two girls for a moment, before she pulled up four blurry photos of each Phantom. Each taken at different times and angles, all equally shitty. A slight scowl graced her brow for a moment, but it was soon wiped away as she started to speak again.
"We've had some word that the Phantoms plan to move in the following week, but we have no confirmed date or time. Obviously, I told HR this was an issue and that we can't just be out all day..." She said, her tone growing slightly annoyed, before she cleared her throat. "Still, they insisted on the four of us going undercover in public to see if any information can be passed around. That was the extend of their instructions, so I've taken a few liberties to add a few more tasks so we aren't just talking to locals for a week."
Flicking her hand to the side, the screen shifted to show a photo of each girl assigned next to a Phantom. "While undercover in civilian wear, I want each of you to look for specific information on a singular Phantom member. It's of the upmost importance that you don't come off as suspicious when asking about these men, as anyone you speak to can be a confident. That means you'll be making no arrests, nor will any officers be sent after whoever you speak to. The last thing we need is for this entire operation to be called off," she grumbled out, before pulling up a smaller screen.
"V, you'll be assigned the Blacksmith. Nami, you have Corvus. Andromeda has...Neuromancer," she said, cringing a bit at the names. Sure, they all had aliases of their own, but saying the names of others seemed so cheap.
"And I'll be taking Rook. We start this assignment in about two hours, any questions?" She said, both screens slipping away from sight as she recrossed her arms behind her back. Despite Andromeda being late, Anika seemed almost in the mood to answer questions. It was painfully obvious why she had assigned herself Rook, but it was probably best not to question that in particular.
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