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Extra! Extra! Read All About It!! The Fall Festival is Today! Make Sure to Attend! Weather is a Little Chilly; Forecast Suggests a Jacket.


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It was October in the year 2023 and Autumn had covered Sentinel City with a crisp haze. Leaves fell from the trees and blanketed the sidewalks, clouds hung heavy in the air blocking the soft sun from view, and cool sea breezes whisked around every corner. Many people wore jackets and sweaters as they hustled and bustled through the city, preparing for the Fall Festival later that evening. Not one part of the city was quiet or still, especially not the Urban District which was being transformed before the public's very eyes.

Mutants and Non-Mutants alike were buzzing with the anticipation of the evening's festivities, and many of the guilds were quite occupied with various tasks to prepare for the day.

As they did every year, Team Majestic and Team Demise had devised the entertainment before the Festival. A huge Heroes vs. Villains fight. This tradition was among the general populations favorites, and never failed to attract a crowd of engaged spectators. It was partially choreographed, and very organized (it was counterproductive to do too much uncontrolled damage to the city), and while everyone seemed to know that, they embraced their suspension of disbelief and played into the energy of it all.

The Enrichment Center and Greenfield had joined forces and put together a Mutant Services Information pop-up in The Center itself in an effort to provide options for the mutants that might be on the look out for them. This was the first year they'd done something of the sort, as this day was typically set aside for the Enrichment Center's Open House. Of course, this event was still taking place, but it had morphed into something entirely new. A large sign was displayed just outside the door that read "Are You an Oppressed Mutant? Are You A Struggling Mutant? Find Resources Inside!"

Romera Biotechnologies had taken the opportunity of a busy day with buzzing excitement to launch their new invention, and had advertised a seminar that would end in a reveal of the product. Their new Leader, Antonia Romera herself, was rumored to lead the seminar, which had certainly attracted some interest from the public. Anyone that was remotely interest in Romeratech would be likely to try and attend. The Magpies, naturally, got ahold of this information and devised a plan for a risky heist-- stealing the product before it had been revealed. Some of their sources had reported some interesting rumors of what the product could be, and their underground black-market was practically drooling to get their hands on it. Was it a bioweapon? A new form of mutant protection? Or something else entirely? No one quite knew exactly what it was, but that didn't keep the gossip from creeping into everyone's ears and giving them their own ideas.

The Red Court had taken this opportunity to hold a rally of sorts in the underground casino known as Wildcard Mirage, in preparation for the events they'd planned for themselves that evening. They were already in motion. A simple little throw-away TekPad call to the Society had set the tone for the day with an underlying sense of panic as SOTO members flooded the streets under the guise of security. A villainous threat to kidnap Mayor Parekh's non-mutant daughter had been issued by the Red Court. Essentially, a declaration of war between Mutants and Non-Mutants. This act of terrorism was being kept a secret from the public, under the tight lips of the Society of Truth and Order. Agents instead were posted at every event and on practically every street corner. Quite a difference from last year, and some of the occupants of the city seemed to sweat a little more and grow a little more suspicious as their heavy presence seemed to foreshadow danger.

With everyone in Sentinel City seemingly distracted, the Myriad decided it was perfect timing to move some precious cargo that was being delivered at the docks in the Industrial District that afternoon. The promise of illegal weapons and other paraphernalia that would be easily swept under the rug and smuggled right under the noses of the pesky hero guild was entirely too good of a temptation to pass up. Of course-- it seems as if they've maybe caught the attention of a few Ragtaggers. For the most part, outside of the select few that had caught onto the Myriad's intentions, the Ragtag Association was assisting in the setup of the Festival, providing a helping hand to the citizens that were setting up booths and food stands galore.

As the City's many facets came together in a beautiful kaleidoscope of activity and life; several mutants found themselves tossed into the middle of it all. What were they doing? How were they fitting into the grand scheme of things? Whatever it was that they were getting up to, they were bound to have an interesting experience; and a hell of a time at the Fall Festival.



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Given that they employed hundreds of residents in Sentinel City, Romera Biotechnologies main headquarters was used to quite a bit of foot traffic. The lobby was often bustling with people, especially at the beginning of the day. However, even with a high traffic of employees and clients, most people never stood a chance of getting past the second floor of the high security institution.

The high profile and the high security tended to make rumors fly around the city. Perhaps that was why, even though the announcement only dropped last week, the rented event center had drawn a crowd. Antoniaโ€™s team had been anticipating the unveiling of Project Genetic Nexus for months since theyโ€™d stabilized the alpha version. It was still dangerous, semi-unpredictable, and volatile, but it did work.

The announcement had been vague, inviting shareholders and the public to a new technology expo, promising to share rare behind the scenes glimpses of their work. Teams would be showcasing select research projects all morning, describing their work to guests who came by their demoโ€™s until the ultimate reveal on the main stage. So far, the event had been a success. Throughout the morning, Antonia could feel the excitement in the exhibition hall practically coming off the guests in waves as they bounced between the demonstration stations and the free Hors d'oeuvres.

Members of both SOTO and Romeratechโ€™s internal security roamed the premises. While the event center lacked the tight control that the technology company exerted over every square inch of itโ€™s headquarters, theyโ€™d brought in their own security protocols. A team was watching project genetic nexus in a secure room backstage. At the first sign of tampering, the building was rigged to lockdown. Not as thorough of a lockdown as they might be able to achieve at headquarters, but with teams inside and outside the building, even her right hand had scanned the setup and given his approval with confidence. Still, only an idiot would deny that bringing proprietary, valuable tech outside of the walls of headquarters would be a delicious temptation to thieves and competitors.

โ€˜youโ€™re doing it again.โ€™ She paused briefly in her rounds, face still donning a wide, bright smile as she nodded to the board member who was talking her ear off.

โ€˜Compensating lack of substance with showmanship.โ€™ Sometimes it was harder and harder to tell her own thoughts from those that slid into her head from people around her, especially when her internal monologue sounded more and more like her late fatherโ€™s criticism. She found her nails digging into her palm as she kept up a pleasant tone, answering the manโ€™s questions about one of the demos theyโ€™d set up.

Perhaps the event was a bit much. Especially the main presentation she had planned in an hour. A big to do for a project that wasnโ€™t even close to itโ€™s distribution stage. Maybe this whole thing was her falling into an old habit, dazzling those around her with charm, jokes, and impressive tech, spending money on free food for everyone, all to hide the cracks in the faรงade, all to try and win peoples affection without having to develop meaningful relationships or allow them to see any of the ugly side. It had only been a year, if she was already translating her own personal toxic habits into business ones, maybe they were all fucked.

This was important though. Romeratech hadnโ€™t always been so secretive. Thereโ€™d been a time that Antoniaโ€™s last name had been widely trusted, renown for making lives better. She hadnโ€™t been in the public eye much, even since taking on the new position sheโ€™d avoided all but a few controlled interviews to discuss her vision for the new direction. This event was a first step, something to bring back that trust, move closer to the companys roots of helping Utopia citizens and mutants live better lives. The project they unveiled today would prove that.

As she answered his question, her conversation with the board member wound down, and she could see his eyeโ€™s straying to the food. She gave him a sympathetic half smile as he excused himself, and she carefully avoided reacting to him reaching out to shake her hand. She took it in a measured action, relieved when all that came through the momentary bond was a yearning for cream puffs. She really should consider making her mutation public. At the very least, random people would stop trying to touch her. So far, only Silas knew about it for sure.

Toni took the reprieve to take a deep breath, and force herself to slowly relax her other hand until she could feel the circulation beginning to return to normal. She could only have so long to herself in a crowd like this though, and sheโ€™d rather take on a conversation with someone she knew than another investor or over-excited attendee. As soon as she spotted one to the demo tables had a lapse in visitors, she wasted no time weaving her way over to check in with the research team running it.

โ€œEverything going smoothly so far?โ€ she asked, voice warm and friendly.





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"my dad wants me to give TEC a try but..- i don't know what to expect. it's all overwhelming."

naomi's eyes twinkled in curiosity at the young mutant standing before her, relaxed in her seat as she listened keenly to their words. they weren't the first nor the last unsuspecting individual to cross the centerโ”€filled to the brim with questions to ask or plainly forced by their guardians to walk over here and pretend like they were interested. either way, keating listened to what they had to say. not too long ago was she in the same position they had been.

a small smileโ”€no teethโ”€pulled at the corners of her ruby-stained lips as she thought before responding. where should she start without sounding biased? after all, she was the captain.

"i can't tell you that your individual experience will be the same, everyone's different and we all have different interests, but um-," naomi chose her words carefully before letting them roll off her tongue. "well, i can assure you one thing, and that's that every teacher here started off exactly like you!; scared, uncertain, nervous, the whole spiel. so, we aren't just conditioned to tell you what you want to hear. we're here to help make your newfound journey easier and you can ask us anything. all we want for you is what you want for yourself." she replied, untangling her hands from their folded position to reach out for a pamphlet atop of their decorated set up.

using the corner of her french acrylic to peel it open, she flipped it to the contacts section and directed their gaze back to the youth to show them. "you don't have to commit to anything today.. not even tomorrow, if you don't want. but just know that the enrichment center is here for you whenever you're ready. my friends and i would love to have you," she replied, pointing to their contact info again before folding it closed and handing it to them.

a hesitant set of eyes flickered from her to the pamphlet in her hand before they took it slowly from her grasp, handling it with care as if it would bite. and as she watched them turn away and walk out of the center, a quiet huff escaped her lungsโ”€naomi had held that in since they began talking.

the motivational routine speech was on repeat, yet naomi always felt that she could say more to convince them that TEC was safe. from the moment keating was granted the captain's seat of the organization, she promised herself to uphold a 61-year-old standard established by marguerite all those years ago: "the greatest value is being true to one's self." naomi was aware that she was doing her part by adhering to those standards yet every shaky hand and uncertain stare she got was a ping to her heart. did she do her absolute best in the moment?

for whatever reason, keating didn't feel like it. her usual confidence was nowhere to be found despite her outward display that showed otherwise. her words seemed bitter, rolling off her tongue in an animated fashion as if she was reading queues off a teleprompter. but the little encounters that exuded excitement to join TEC kept her mind off of it for the most part. not just that, however, as she glanced around at the faces of her coworkers who moved swiftly around the information center.

a much bigger smile carved against her face when she recognized all their hard work unfolding. they had always put in months of planning behind their presentations, each one crafted to display their best work, but this year had been a whole new ballgame. their very first year spent in the middle of the fall festival, feeding hungry faces eagerly waiting to either sign enrollment papers or ask questions they've been holding in all year. it was that realization that kept her pessimism at bay and her pride in their organization at its peak. to say that she was proud to be a part of a center so grand was saying the least.

standing up from behind the table and stretching both of her arms out to release the tension on her shoulders, naomi stepped out from in front of the chair and pushed it in before coming around to the front. habitually, she took a few pamphlets before taking another step forward, passing one out and then another to those who reached for one.

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It was October, the time of year where pumpkin spice reigned supreme, and Sybil couldn't go to the local coffee shop without being assaulted by a veritable army of people demanding the knockoff, not-qute-pumpkin-flavored drinks. Several of the people at the expo held the tell-tale cups that indicated they had come from the exact chain of shops they had been thinkng about. 'It's literally just an overhyped Chai drink.' Sybil let out a groan as they roamed the RomeraTech venue, their hands firmly gripping the lead of one of the dogs they had rescued from a shelter. The canine had two other adoptive siblings, but Sibyl had been forced to leave them at home. If, they had raised a fuss and made it known that they were one of the researchers that had worked on Project Genetic Nexus, the staff probably would have made an exception and allowed all three service dogs to be present.

Of course, that would have made Sybil quite conspicuous, and being actively observed and questioned about their research wasn't a role they were currently keen on holding. So instead, they contented themselves meandering about the exhibition, with only a malamute named Sasha for company. There was old tech on display, as well as new. Several of Sybil's displays from last year were present, they detailed the effects of gain mediums on laser cohesion and were lined up in a manner that ultimately culminated in a practical example of different dye lasers. It was the sort of thing that had been intended to inspire children into pursuing the STEM fields, for Sybil, however, it only provided a strange feeling of ennui.

Walking through the displays felt like walking backwards through their own life. They remembered the time spent carefully selecting the right solvent to produce a wavelength that was invisible to the human eye but still reliable enough to produce pulses only a few femtoseconds in length; it felt like only yesterday. Solving the Stokes shifting issue had taken months of testing... Just how long had they been working for RomeraTech? Long enough that they had witnessed the fall of its previous owner and were currently watching the rise of a new one. Antonia was intelligent, certainly, but she left a certain something to be desired as the new CEO.

Naivete in this industry was a certain path to the bottom, and Sybil would be damned before they let someone's idealistic daughter ruin everything they had spent the past years working towards. Perhaps that was why they were really here, in case something went wrong and Allotrope was forced to step in. In a place like this, especially after the lockdown triggered, no one would notice if someone just disappeared. Sasha let out a whimper, and when that didn't knock Sybil out of their daydreams, she barked.

"Easy girl," Sybil reflexively ran a reassuring hand through the dog's fur, their fingers stopping to scratch behind her ears. Several people had stopped behind them, their expressions nervous, no doubt wondering why the stranger with a support animal was zoning out at the end of the laser display. Turning back towards the strangers, they mumbled out a half-hearted apology and kept moving, unsure of where exactly they were going, but moving with purpose regardless.







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Julian blinks lazily in the afternoon sun. Most Myriad business occurred between the evening and the fragile early hours of the morning, Julian usually tailored his schedule to suit, shifting naturally into catching most of his sleep in the late morning and afternoon. It was early for him to be up, especially for a stealth mission.

He wondered it the slight fog coating his thoughts was a mental thing, or if it might be relieved by staging a hostile takeover of the body next to him. She would just exact some kind of revenge the minute sheโ€™d figured out theyโ€™d switched and threaten to cut his dick off or something. Not worth it.

At the moment, they we stuck waiting in the shell of an abandoned warehouse near the docks, simply waiting to here back from his contact. It could hardly be called a building anymore, with half the roof gone and the inside gutted. It was an obvious hiding spot, but not somewhere anyone would think to look while it was still daylight. Two other small Myriad teams were positions nearby, all in out of the way places that surrounded their point of interest, a ship with a very particular cargo. Julian had used up a lot of favors to even get notified of the shipment. It was a small price to pay for fucking with SOTO. They would be furious when they found the classified cargo missing, and better yet, they wouldnโ€™t even be able to tell anyone about it.

Julian was of two minds, conflicted about their organizations ties to The Red Court, but he had to admit theyโ€™re timing had provided a very nice window of opportunity. Their little threat riling up the Society of Truth and Order just in time for a big event took off any heat they could possibly have on them. The Myriad could likely get away with just about anything today as long as they didnโ€™t interfere with the other organizations plans.

Too bad stealth missions were 90% waiting around without anyone seeing you. It was mind numbing. Julian had never been the type of person to sit still. Quiet was important for this, but the docks were practically deserted, and he wasnโ€™t that worried about the sound carrying. He looked back at Maeve, having concluded that she was the only potential entertainment source available after examining the whole room. He should have brought cards or something.

As a next best thing, he found a tiny pebble and lobbed it her direction. The almost non-existent weight made it hard to aim, and he missed hitting her by a wide margin, the thing barely making a sound when it landed. This did prove a promising, if short term, solution. He grabbed two more, slightly larger, maybe pea sized bits of building debris and tossed those in quick succession, grinning as one pegged her.





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"You got this, Ro."
The young captain gave herself a pep talk before she left her apartment that afternoon. Today was the fall festival which, under normal circumstances, she'd be thrilled to participate in. But for the past three months, Rowan felt she was living in anything other than normal circumstances. Being thrust into the captain position of her guild, much sooner than she ever expected, she suddenly felt the weight of the city plopped onto her shoulder. Rowan had been an official member of Team Majestic for the past four years, and being trained under the late captain was her absolute dream. But never in a million years did her dream include this much stress.

But she was taking it in stride, truth be told. Her guild was her family and always had her back no matter what. And her assistant captain, Iggy, her closest friend in the guild, always helped her pull through the stress and remember that she was, in fact, qualified for the position. However, this was the first fall festival Rowan would be attending as Captain of Team Majestic; and she wasn't just attending, she was one of the few in charge of the beginning of festivities entertainment. The annual heroes vs villains fight, she had played a huge part in helping choreograph the fight. Working with the Team Demise members had proven, interesting, to say the least.

Most of Team Demise had been fine to work with, but their captain was certainly a character. Rowan, being new to the scene, knew there would be unspoken rules among the guilds and through the planning process of the fight, but she never could anticipate how the almighty Tempest would conduct herself. There was no true unprofessionalism, but Rowan felt she couldn't even get a word in without Miranda interrupting her, shutting down her ideas, and making it all about herself. Still being very new to her position, Rowan was unsure of if she could even speak up for herself, stand her ground against the captain. She certainly didn't want to make any enemies this early on in her role as captain; so Rowan just nodded along, and tried to make everyone happy.

Now was the day where the two teams would actually perform the fight. With Tempest as the star and main villain, Midnight Sun was set to play the main hero. Truth be told, if Rowan really thought about it, she was a little thankful that she wasn't the "star" of the show. She wasn't made for her face being in front of a crowd, putting on a show and being an entertainer. Rowan promised she'd do her best, but she was extra thankful that Iggy would be by her side as always. He was much more suited to entertain a crowd than she was.

Rowan would be lying if she said she didn't have a few butterflies and nerves fluttering around inside her. But she was a pro at giving herself pep talks. She gave herself a pep talk the first time she walked into The Enrichment Center as a child, she gave herself a pep talk the first time she showed someone her powers, she gave herself. a pep talk when she joined Team Majestic an she gave herself a pep talk befre she spoke at her late captain's funeral. Of course there were many more than that, but they were Rowan's ultimate calming mechanism. For some reason, she felt like it was something her mother would do, reassuring her of her talents and abilities, remind her of he worth to be where she was in that moment, she felt like her mother would. be that reassuring voice in her life.

Arriving at the scene, Rowan was among some of the first to arrive at the stage. This was a regular thing for her, arriving to situations earlier than most; She hated being late fo anything, especially something where she was such a big part. Rowan decided while she waited for the others, she would take a look around the stage to make sure everything ws ready for the performance.






































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Sohee stood backstage, her heart pounding in her chest. She was one of the newest members of Team Majestic, and the weight of their reputation bore down on her shoulders. Adjusting the sleek, high-tech visor that covered her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to quell the nerves that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her power, an optic blast with a brilliant amethyst luminescence, crackled with energy, ready to be unleashed. The visor served not just as a part of her costume but as a necessary shield, preventing her potent beams from accidentally exposing the crowd or her teammates to their blinding intensity. Her power, an optic blast with a captivating purple amethyst luminescence, pulsed with energy. The hues of purple danced within her visor's display, a testament to the raw potential she held within her.

The noise from the crowd filtered through the backstage walls, a cacophony of excitement that both thrilled and terrified her. This was her first Heroes vs. Villains fight, a massive event in the city's calendar, and Sohee couldnโ€™t help but feel the weight of the responsibility.

As a rookie, she wanted to prove herself, to show that she deserved her spot in Team Majestic. As she got closer towards the stage, the noise of the crowd outside the backstage area was deafening, a swirling maelstrom of anticipation. Sohee couldn't help but feel a knot of anxiety building in her stomach. This was the event of the year, the Heroes vs. Villains fight that everyone talked about. The tradition had been a favorite among the citizens for years, and she was about to step into the spotlight for the very first time.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and as the signal came, Sohee stepped onto the stage, her hands trembling slightly despite her attempts to steady them. The cheers and roars of the spectators washed over her, drowning out her own thoughts. Her golden yellow topaz optic blasts glowed faintly within her visor, reflecting her nervous energy.

As the signal came, Sohee took a deep breath, her hands trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear. She looked at her teammates present, the seasoned heroes of Team Majestic, who exuded confidence and camaraderie. She wanted to fit in, to prove herself, but she was acutely aware of the weight of their legacy. Stepping onto the stage, Sohee was met with a wall of sound from the enthusiastic crowd. The cheers and roars filled her ears, making her heart beat even faster. Her purple amethyst luminescent power glowed faintly within her visor, casting an ethereal light on her determined expression.








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Knowing his timing very well, Silas knew the Fall Festival was the perfect time to make his presence known that he was back in Utopia after being on official Romeratech business outside of Utopia for a specific study that Antonia had assigned to him as one of his first task as assistant leader. He had been away for a year and a couple of months easily so it was quite a joy to return back and with bizarre findings, to say the least.

Silas, despite finding certain tendencies to socialize with not-so-proper technology puns, needed some time to recharge in his safe space. As it is hard to believe, his safe space where he felt at home was in his past house where he used to live with his late parents. Before returning to Romeratech he wanted a couple of days to himself to reacclimatize to the area again and channel the Silas everyone knows rather than the robot he becomes with the thirst of finding more about what is beyond. He loved to keep his emotionless conquests bottled up whenever he was around those he cared for, especially after the reputation he had built for himself ever since he was taken in by Ro-tech for subject testing at a very young age. A second chance at the family that he yet ago lost for the fullness of those deeming themselves villains striking yet again. It was a burden he witnessed two times in front of his eyes, taking the lives of those close to him. A burden he shared with his colleague and childhood friend.

Speaking of colleague and childhood friend, he took a few minutes to feel the light breeze on his face, hearing the leaves on the sidewalk rustle as he stepped through, making his way to where he predicted she would be. Making a name for her own name through the new projects up ahead for the highly branded technology industry in Sentinel City. As he stood outside of his workplace he let his eye focus on the building, scanning along it so roughly he grinned at the number of people it was currently inhabiting as well as the heat signatures each human being inside was emitting. He had to admit, if it wasn't for the calibrator on his wrist he would be having a full-on migraine right now. Closing his eyes briefly he focused on the heat signature that he wanted to zone in, that of Antonia Romera.

A bubble with her name appeared in his field of vision before he sauntered his way toward the building, placing both hands in his pockets. Upon entering the exhibition hall he tried to dodge his way out of other stands as well as dodging the hors d'oeuvres heading his way. His only objective was to approach the stand she was in to be her right-hand man and moral support knowing she was most probably going to hit overload quite soon. Looking at the briefing titled 'Genetic Nexus' he couldn't help but smirk knowing the unveiling coming with and hopefully the security was also tight. Especially knowing he was quite absent thus far physically. He tried to update her with the latest protocols remotely in order to keep security breaches to a minimum if possible null even.

Knowing very well the internal turmoil and the bombardment of questions were not helping the tension. If it was him in that position he would not be able to stick. As much as he loved to adore himself in formal clothing, he hated formal settings. This was one of them. He leaned against a piece of metal watching the conversation waiting to make his come back before he was distracted by a tray of a fancy version of a cream puff, he snuck two off that tray,
"I'll take two of those kind sir."
Silas gave a nod in gratitude before he waltzed towards the female who retreated to the back for the research team to which he followed and slowly appeared right behind her.

"I have a feeling they are running smoothly more than you, nerd,"
he took a jab at his colleague before moving a bit sideways so she was aware of who was talking to her and making his reappearance after a year and a half's time out.
"Here, cause you will probably disconnect soon if you don't have some sustenance,"
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He truly missed home. He truly missed being amongst his family at Romeratech.





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It was finally here. Iggy was more than ready. Heโ€™d been waiting for the fall festival for what felt like ages, even if it only was a few months in reality. Growing up, heโ€™d always loved the festivals put on in his hometown, the fights orchestrated by Team Majestic and Team Demise were always a sight to behold. It was practically a dream come true that he was able to even join the team that had always held his attention during such events.

Adding to that, that after four years of being a member, he was now one of the main players in such an event? He was practically in heaven. He was literally living both of his dreams, what more could he ask for?

Practically bouncing in place as he made his way to the stage, he headed straight for his fellow leader and closest friend, Rowan. Even from behind he could see how nervous she was, and he knew he would have to hurry.

Not that he minded. Iggy was already practically vibrating with excitement, a quick adjustment to his pace and he was beside his team leader and friend in seconds.

โ€œHey, Ro!โ€
he grinned, already slipping into his entertainer mode. He was an enthusiastic performer, shoot him for being eager. Rocking back on his heels, his hands fumbled in the air for a moment, before he shoved them in his pockets, leaning over to gently bump shoulders with the girl.
โ€œYou ready for this? Itโ€™s gonna be epic!โ€
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He knew that his friend was uneasy about her new position, and while he understood her fears that she wasnโ€™t ready, he definitely did not share them. It was tragic how everything was thrust upon her, but he knew that his friend was more than up for the task. And if she needed Iggy to be there to reassure her, well, as her assistant, thatโ€™s what heโ€™d do! He certainly didnโ€™t mind being a glorified cheerleader, as he liked to jokingly call himself.

Sure, he was also pretty recently thrust into his position as assistant lead to their team, but Iggy wasnโ€™t one to typically let things like this bother him. Stress? He didnโ€™t know her.

Yes, Iggy took his responsibilities seriously, but at the same time, he knew how to let himself relax and take things as they come. As someone who was always moving in some way, shape, or form, he learned early on that to go with the flow is the best way to keep himself sane. Not that many people thought he was in the first place.

But what did they know? Iggy, personally, thought he was perfectly sane. Sure he was busy, but that didnโ€™t make him crazy! Plus, he thrived on the excitement.

Which was why he was so excited for this performance! Yeah, it was at least half staged, but still! The energy of both him and his teammates on stage, that of the members of Team Demise, and the crowd?

That. That was what he lived for. The rush of a live performance.

โ€œJust wait, Ro,โ€
he told her, eyes shining.
โ€œThis is gonna be great.โ€






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The festivities every year were always claustrophic. So many of the city's people would clamor into an enclosed area, oohing and awing about all the Romeratech inventions and displays, some old, some brand new or The Enrichment Center's booths for new mutants, offering help and guidance. That was new for them. They had never offered help to struggling mutants before, and Freya found herself quietly resentful. If only she had proper guidance as a child, instead of quiet meetings with her father over a cracked dining table. Her father didn't use his ability much, and he didn't understand the bounds of his power. She had always been slightly jealous that her father and brother had been able to connect more easily over their powers. It made attempting to teach her how to use hers, something that seemed more of abstract concept than simple telekinesis, so much harder. How much of her potential would she have been able to unlock at an earlier age with proper teaching? It would've made this current job ten times easier. Perhaps she could darken a room or teleport more than just herself. It was frustrating.

Speaking of... she had spotted the increased level of security prowling the grounds. SOTO and Romeratech guards lined every inch of place, and she hadn't missed the security outside of the building as well. In fact, it was painfully hard to miss it, they had been so thoroughly in searching her she'd wanted to break their noses for touching her in their perusal for dangerous objects. It had forced her to come defenseless. Not that she would be able to do much anyway being so fucking useless in such a bright space. She'd have to find an enclosed room to engulf in darkness before wrapping herself in the cool embrace of the shadows to teleport when the time came to evacuate.

Freya lingered around a Romeratech table, quietly interested in whatever tech the research team was offering. Her eyes flitted to the empty stage to her right, large and imposing. Guards lined the doors, and though some tried to blend in, look like enthused tech enjoyers, but a lot of them failed. They were armed to the teeth. There had been whispers in the underground of what the tech might be, nothing stood out particularly, but everyone had been ravenous to get their hands on it. Her guild had been the one to finally set their sights fully on it. Unfortunately security at the Romeratech building was always so high, they had no way to get in before the showcase. Freya had dared not even attempt to teleport into a dark room, even if she could sense them. She would be found and arrested before she could even get her bearings. The same had been said of Callista. It had been out of the question.

So they hadn't been able to even get a look at what it looked like or even hear whispers of what type of tech it could be. Romeratech were keeping this locked down as tight as they could. Although, they had brought it in the public, outside of the famous Romeratech security that was almost unbreakable. Here, though, even with the increased security, it was vulnerable. Her thumb ran over the simple silver rings. She moved past the table with a small smile to the research team behind it. Callista would be here, as would the other Magpies, in case something went wrong.

The goal would be to find the invention, let Callista know, and then be the distraction so she could get in and out. That was the plan, but they would need to plan for any contingency. She let each possibility linger before moving onto the next. She wandered around, looking vaguely bored, but keeping an eye out for any entrances into the back hallways. Her fingers spun the ring on her middle finger. They had an hour before the founder of Romeratech presented it. They needed to move quick. The outrage that would come and the security that would descend on the place would crush any escape. In and out. That's what they needed.




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while others wore weights upon their shoulders today, he wore sheets and nothing more. satisfied, with a smile so light and insufferably reckless ripped against his face. the world laid at his feet and ulysses lombardi was prepared to stride on it like a carpet of crimson.

ulysses laid in place against the mattress of grandeurโ”€adorned with satin covers & surrounded by decor effectively displaying opulence. it was a house fit for a king and nobody was more deserving of it than stefano grimaldi. the red prince treated his house guests with immense care and precision, and lombardi indulged as long as he was allowed to. he lay in an erotica fantasy out of a book and the prince, his prince, stefano displayed what it was like to be treated with careful and experienced hands.

lombardi watched as his escapade slept soundlessly, quiet snores escaping in hushed tones.

they both needed the boost for today, their business endeavors kept secret from one another, but their sheer neglect of their mental stability obvious. one ping to another's tekpad and their worries were gone. stefano and ulysses were more prepared than ever.

that was an hour ago, ulysses already heading for the industrial district where the myriad currently resided. via techtrack was he able to get there safely and soundlessly, and without the hastle of traffic where vehicles seemed frigid on the road as dozens headed for the festival in the urban district. he was internally thankful for modern transportation to accommodate his "mild" PTSD. that, and riding without the responsibility of driving left him to perch in thought until he got where he needed to be.

as the landscape of sentinel city passed by before his eyes, slight anxiety weighed in once it became more rural. street signal lights grew farther apart from one another and less cars traveled the farther away techtrack got. then eventually, ulysses was met with a salty breeze rustling through his curls as he exited towards the abandoned warehouse near the docks. a brisk walk would lead his feet toward the direction of where the myriad was stationed, his stomach settling at the familiarity of some members who guarded the entryway.

the myriad acted with intellect in the palms of their hand, careful to handle business affairs without the presence of unwanted eyes. planned with precision, they were set to finalize a business deal with weaponry and paraphernaliaโ”€an exchange only met with the most experienced of hands. it was crucial that everything went exactly according to plan, and while ulysses found himself to be a tad late to the affair, he grew calm once his eyes met maeve and julian alone in the distance. he would have gotten a mouthful if he had missed something of this much importance.

it was only until ulysses grew closer to the other myriad members that he found himself letting out a long, dramatic sigh of airโ”€one that felt as if he was holding in his lungs since he started the walk towards the meeting spot.

before he knew it, maeve and julian were in full view, instigating the same reckless attitude. myriad affairs often mixed business and pleasure for ulysses, making his job there all the more fun. it was common for him to walk in enjoying criminal activity more than he should.

"sorry i'm late friends, i had my.. own business to take care of, you could say," he grinned with teeth before glancing over at maeve who looked like she was ready to trip julian onto his face.

"they haven't arrived yet? what's the hold up?," he asked half-jokingly

































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Lucy was exhausted, honestly. Sheโ€™d been in costume for most of the morning already and had been on entertainer mode since the crowds started forming. Greenfield was currently working with TEC to host an information center, and while Lucy was all for the sharing of such information, she wasnโ€™t the best at giving speeches and answering questions. So, while she had helped set everything up, the second it was open to the public, sheโ€™d gone off to entertain the children that had come with their parents.

Despite her struggles from the past, the one thing the blonde was good at for sure, was entertaining kids.

Thankfully she also enjoyed entertaining kids. It was something she did often, and she was more than happy to help attract business by making a spectacle of herself. She knew going in to this superhero thing that she would have to find a theme, and after one child asked her where her wings were, she was sold.

Iridessa. Fairy Girl. The Fairy with No Wings.

All different titles that she wore with grace. Or tried to at least.

However, sheโ€™d been working for hours now with next to no break, and she was in desperate need of one. Slipping through the crowd, she ducked her head to avoid being spotted by anyone she might know. She really wasnโ€™t up to talking to any passers-by. She just needed a minute to actually relax.

Slipping back behind the line of booths that lined the street, Lucy danced her way across the grass, humming a tune to entertain herself. She was starving, and luckily she knew of at least one person who was always willing to indulge her sweet tooth. Thankfully, she could smell the spoils of his hardwork as she arrived at what was about to become her own mini snack bar.

Sneaking in from the back of the tent, Lucy had no problems using her powers just a bit more to lighten her weight so she could surprise her friend. Just a few more stepsโ€ฆshe was almost thereโ€ฆ

Using her control of the air to lift her a few inches higher, she was quick to shoot her arms out so they would briefly cover the eyes of the person in front of her.

โ€œGuess who?โ€
she giggled, moving her hands away from his eyes just as quickly as sheโ€™d covered them. He was cooking, she didnโ€™t want to cause him to burn something. Letting herself drop back down to the ground, she smiled softly up at Rhys as he made to spare her some attention.

โ€œHi!โ€
she greeted him properly, moving off to the side so her fellow guildmate could continue his work.
โ€œHowโ€™s everything going? Whatโ€™re you making?โ€
she asked, glancing around, looking for something she could sneak away with before Rhys could stop her. Her eyes lit up a second later as she caught sight of a chocolate cookie. With a quick glance between her friend and her newly spotted prize, Lucy waited a moment till he seemed engrossed in what he was working on and struck!

Darting forward she reached out, fingers ready to grasp her goal, a small grin gracing her features. Surely sheโ€™d won this time!





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The splatter of footsteps on shallow autumn puddles echoed against metallic walls as a woman made her way into the building. She was supposed to be silent, at least according to the plan, but the loud click-clack of her boots made that a challenge. Lakshmi held no shame about her tardiness- these things always took way longer than she would bother to wait, and from what she had gathered, there was no reason to worry. The victims of their pilfering-to-be were mostly occupied, leaving the woman to walk into the abandoned warehouse brazenly.
Upon spying her colleagues, she made her way over to them. One of her fellows, Lombardi, had apparently also made a delayed entrance, which she gathered from his apology. A click of her teeth sounded from her lips and she crossed her arms. Her arrogance served her well in her position of would-be power, though she did send a fleeting look of apology to Julian, who seemed preoccupied with bothering Maeve.
"I see we're having a ball,"
Lakshmi was tempted a laugh, but thought she'd better play her part of figurehead well,
"Has there been no arrival yet?"

The lack of action made Lakshmi feel both relief and disappointment. She had hoped to make her entrance in the eleventh hour, show up everyone, then treat them all to drinks. The alternative of being there when everything began was not horrible either, but waiting for hours made her head feel like it would split and she mentally pleaded that this would not be the case. To distract herself from the notion, she decided to give everyone once-overs.
"Counting myself as the only fashionably late one was unreasonable. Did you have a good tryst, Lombardi?"
She shot Ulysses a pointed look, then looked to her superior,
"And good morning to you Julian, I assume everything is in place?"
Lakshmi knew everything was in place, but the question had to be asked despite her full faith in her superior.
Last, she turned to Maeve, a smile on her face,
"Good morning, dear, are you prepared?"



































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Today was the day. It was time to make another statement in front of numerous bystanders, mutant and non-mutants alike. Yet again.

It was quite the early morning that Vera had woken up. The female could never really get a night's rest when a plan was to be executed the following day, let alone morning. She had spent the best of the night preparing for a grand re-opening of the 'Wild Card Mirage' as the perfect masking of where the attention was, giving her and her guildmates the perfect alibi but not at the same time. She knew that they needed some sort of diversion if they wanted to manage the kidnapping mission ahead the leaders had kept the nitty gritty details to themselves for the time being. It was something that she and Stefano always agreed upon ever since they finally started working together in order to achieve the same goal in the end. In fact, they had agreed the lesser the hands, the better. So what better to put those hands to use in the casino, than keeping the clientele flowing for the first time by opening during the daytime instead?

That's right, 'Wild Card Mirage' was now open 24/7 for those who want to test their luck and fortunes in this illicit realm of chance.

Vera huffed impatiently as she waited for her partner to show up to make the final approvals on the plan and share it so it could be executed as perfectly as it was planned. Another half-grumble later she noticed another male approaching but it was for certain not Stefano. Light green emerald squinted, raising one elaborated yet quizzical eyebrow towards the figure she couldn't help but grin,
"Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. Out of all people, I did not expect you to show up,"
a hint of mocking playfulness hinted in her tone. Why Stefano was a no-show was beyond her but sending him in his stead of all people? Something was not adding up.

It could take a while trying to place the ifs and buts so it was best to get the show going. Vera approached the gates of the abandoned scrap yard before noticing the locked gates with a frown,
"But I thought..."
, before she could finish that sentence she noticed a slightly notched piece of the gate that was positioned to show it was not cut. A smile danced on her lips before she motioned towards Ichabod who was following right behind.
"I forgot about this part, my bad,"
she shrugged with a chuckle before she lifted the pieces of wire to pass through, holding it till they were both right through.

The air was rather musty considering wherever they looked all they could see were pieces of unused and damaged appliances, scrap metal from vehicles and so much junk that Vera could not be bothered to investigate. She much rather motion towards the main attraction for today's event.

In the distance, a big blimp could be seen. It did not look brand new, in fact, it was quite pieced together in order to be able to function. The resources were a bit tight considering it was a bit of a last-minute bang as well as a hushed one. The face of the blimp had a big advertisement on it stating the Casino's grand re-opening. Vera was a fan of big entrances and making statements. It was a must to make their presence known after all. Even if it was not that subtle sometimes. A small cackle rang through her lips before creating a grand gesture motion with her arms towards the blimp,
"Behold! Our grand masterpiece! This will give it the kick we need when you manage to snatch our price,"
she commented to the male.

Of course, the blimp was only a small diversion from what it contained locked inside, ready to be unleashed,
"Please be my guest..."


She went to open the blimp's door so he could further see the surprise in store for Sentinel City's main square.
"I know it's a bit... shabby but it floats and it drops so it is quite the nice baby,"
she mused before lifting two boards where the dropping tray was. It was separated into three compartments. One contained a canister,
"In this one we have harmless red gas, for the fun of chaos and shit."
Continuing to point towards the second she lifted a card between her index and middle finger,
"I couldn't resist to bring out my babies. So I went for the whole deck of cards this time instead of the joker cards only... I wanted to keep it promotional instead of MO-looking, y'know?"
A soft hum was let out,
"However, we gotta let them know who was here after all so..."
she twirled the card using those two fingers to show Stef the backside instead. It showed a carved on the back, the sinister symbol that the Red Court wore,
"I had some mixed with the symbol, some with stating 'The Red Court was here' and some just funny puns because what's the fun without some jokes, mm?"


Trigger Warning!
Going to the last compartment, she opened it to reveal a compartment full of scarlet red liquid he could recognize too well,
"Lastly, is something the Red Prince is all too familiar with. He asked for gruesome so I went for Level one pranking type of gruesome not to unveil everything. I added my trend so it was only fair to add his, no?"
the blonde kidded dipping the card in the tray of blood beneath them and lifted it up their faces again,
"and trust me, this shit is real. None of this fake stuff you get from some rando store."
she felt the need to add that for the shit of it cause she knew it did not matter. Whatever they did was always authentic and never fake. It didn't get the same reaction from those who suffered from their activities after all.
"Don't be shy, you can have a taste..."
She extended the bloodied card toward him to double-check the handy work of the chaos to come at his leisure. It was something of a statement for the Red Court's leadership, after all, the bloodied card.

The above should capture all the categories that the leader had left in her very capable hands. If it was a big, grand, chaotic-stirring, and gruesome distraction he wanted. That was what he should get.
"So, my dear Ichy, are we good to go, or do you want to add anything else to this spectacle?"
She crossed her arms, adoring the card idly in her hand, awaiting his input and going ahead with this unveiled plan with a smug yet craving to stir shit up sooner than later.





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If she were anyone else, Maeve Bishop probably wouldโ€™ve dressed for the weather. Unfortunately, she was not anyone else, because she was better, so she was dressed in a way to properly show off all her assets. (The better to distract with, dears.) The downside to dressing so gorgeously was that she was cold. Freezing, to be precise. Not that she was going to admit such a thing with Julian standing so close. Of course, if he decided to play his favorite prank on her, he would find out anyway. Then again, sheโ€™d just cut his dick off. Although, that would hurt like hell, wouldnโ€™t it?

She couldnโ€™t even articulate why exactly she was here. Technically speaking, she was more of a background character in terms of the Myriadโ€™s daily affairs. Security was her forte, not standing in the cold waiting for Julianโ€™s contact to get their shit together. Of course, she could hardly pass up any opportunity to put her wires to a use other than security. Maeve twirled her custom-made chess piece in her hand, willing some circulation back into her fingers. Thatโ€™s it, only long sleeves from now on. Sexiness be damned. Her hands were useless if she got frostbite and they fell off.

Lifting first one stiletto-heeled foot and then the other to shake them out, Maeve cast a sweeping glance over their surroundings. Even in a bustling city such as Sentinel, there were days, such as this one, when entire areas were bereft of human activity. Thank Sentinel for the Fall Festival. And the Red Court, too, she supposed, though she looked better in red than any of them probably did. This whole waiting game they were playing, rather than ducking and waiting, would have been easy for Maeve. It wouldnโ€™t do for a chess genius such as herself to be impatient. Too bad it was cold. That tended to wear down any and all virtue her favorite game afforded her.

Maeve was staring at her queen piece, contemplating finding someoneโ€™s jacket to steal when something flew by her. It was brief, and she only saw it peripherally, but she knew immediately that Julian was the source. Her eyes narrowed to hazel slits that darted toward him for the briefest moment before wandering away, giving him a chance to back down. Of course, he didnโ€™t. And if she was being honest (which she rarely was), it wouldโ€™ve been less fun if he did. That was the thing about her and Julianโ€”everything was much more fun if neither of them gave in. As the second or third pebble hit her, a sound reminiscent of a zipper rang through the air. A wire extended from the nearby wall, slinging around Julianโ€™s ankle. โ€œCheckmate, Grant.โ€

Just as she took a few steps away from himโ€”as useless as that was to prevent his annoying powerโ€”Ulysses showed up. โ€œSpare us the sordid details, will you, I might get jealous.โ€ She pouted in her friendโ€™s direction, crossing her arms to attempt to retain some of her warmth. Her right hand stayed tightly fisted, keeping tight control on the wire around their leaderโ€™s ankle. Yes, she was loyal to the Myriad, but she was not above letting him eat shit. โ€œAs for the holdup, I think the plan is to let me freeze to death. Didnโ€™t you hear?โ€ Her eyebrow quirked up, her painted lips twisting wryly. Contacts could be frugal with their information, or late. A few of hers were dead from being too precious with their information after promising the Myriad a lot more than they give. Nothing a few of her special barbed wires couldnโ€™t fix.

Once again, her attention divertedโ€”wasnโ€™t this a fucking party?โ€”as her dear friend Lakshmi entered fashionably late. Finally. Shooting a wink in her direction, she laughed. โ€œWhen am I not, darling? Iโ€™d be more prepared if someone wasnโ€™t intent on pissing me off.โ€ Approaching her friend, she rested her head on Lakshmiโ€™s shoulder, fluttering her eyelashes up at her. โ€œNever leave me alone with him again.โ€

The gang was (mostly) all here. It was time for the fun to truly begin. Her head still on Lakshmiโ€™s shoulder, she gave Julian a deadly serious look (but didnโ€™t retract her wire). โ€œJust say the word, boss man.โ€























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Rhys Carr

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Rhys Carr could tell you the rules of food safety. He could list all sorts of foodborne illnesses, most of them originating from simply not washing oneโ€™s hands. He could show you how to preheat an oven based on the type of dish, or how to sprinkle seasonings just so, to not overwhelm the senses. And of course, he could teach you to make a range of culinary delicacies, from French to Albanian to Sri Lankan.

He could not tell you, however, how exactly he got out of bed that morning.

Clearly, he had done so. There was no way he was here otherwise. But he didnโ€™t remember how long he slept, or if he even ate this morning. (Of course he had, he was very passionate about breakfast.) When it came to his work, his body moved like clockwork, demanding more effort than rest. Heโ€™d been cooking over the grill for hoursโ€”luckily for him, his employees at S&Jโ€™s were up just as early as he wasโ€”he didnโ€™t know what time, only that the sun wasnโ€™t up yetโ€”to help him set up his little booth. Although he was part of Greenfield, and probably should have been helping man the Mutant Services Information booth, but he was very useless in that vein. His main skill lay in his cooking, the only worthwhile thing he could do. What better way to comfort wayward mutants about their abilities than with some baked goods and warm snacks? While the oven tended to the cookies, he was working on sliders and pigs in a blanket to help stave off the chill on the air.

Despite the weather and the brisk breeze to remind everyone that autumn was in full swing, Rhys wore one of his sleeveless shirts. The grill was hot enough to keep him toasty; he was even sweating! A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, plopping onto the grill with a hiss. Thankfully, he was prepared for such an eventuality and kept everything he grilled far enough away that he didnโ€™t taint the food. Food safety, a very important aspect of daily life. Wash your hands, kids!

So many batches of cookies. So many sliders. So many pigs in a blanket. Rhys had been on his feet all morning, but he wasnโ€™t even aware of it. His eyes were still fresh and clear, though every half hour or so, they would blur from the monotony of the routine. But he liked routine. It was nice. Safe. Not rubber at all.

As he prepared the latest batch of sliders, he realized heโ€™d set the rolls too far away. He stretched his arm out before realizing that was exactly what would cause it to happen. Shutting his eyes tightly and fisting his hand, he physically moved closer to the plate of rolls and grabbed them, moving them closer for next time. He wasnโ€™t up for dealing with his personal issues today. Today was about feeding the people of Sentinel City.

When he was cooking, Rhysโ€™s head tended to be empty of all thought. Absolutely nothing whatsoever in that head of his. (Not that there was much up there to begin with.) Which was why, when the surprise hands covered his eyes, he sincerely could not guess who it was. โ€œU-uhโ€ฆโ€ The hesitation fell off his tongue, his mouth going slack before regaining his faculties as the hands disappeared. He blinked, only a tad disoriented, before he set his spatula down to properly face Lucy.

โ€œMorninโ€™, Lu!โ€ His accent, inherited from his parents, came out especially strong as he greeted his friend. She was floating, ever the fairy girl, and he grinned as she looked up at him. It was hard to remember, sometimes, that he was half a foot taller than her when she could float. Then again, he could be taller if he really wanted to. He just didnโ€™t want to. But that was neither here nor there. Rhys gestured to the grill and nodded to the spread of food. โ€œMostly sliders and pigs in a blanket, warm people up, yeah?โ€

Though she thought she was being sneaky about it, Rhys caught the way she spotted the cookies heโ€™d been making. He tamped down his grin and turned back to the grill, flipping a couple of the patties and checking on the โ€œpigs.โ€ Then he slipped behind Lucy and leaned over her shoulder, lowering his voice as he folded his hand over hers. โ€œNice try, Lucy,โ€ he murmured, snatching the cookie back. โ€œThose are for civilians.โ€ At that moment, his timer dinged, and he threw on his oven mitt. โ€œBut these are fair game.โ€ He took out a tray of fresh cookies, a chocolatey smell rising into the air. Heโ€™d made a fair mix of different cookies, but he deftly picked up one of the freshly baked chocolate chip ones and held it out to her. โ€œYouโ€™ve been working hard, you deserve a freshly baked cookie as a reward.โ€

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Swinging her legs off the side of the roof, Ashley hummed quietly to herself as she looked around. She was stationed on a building close to the warehouse keeping an eye on their surroundings and to be honest she was now getting cold and most importantly bored.

A sound that she could only describe as a low grumble made its way to her ears and her head turned in the direction of town, she shook her head as she placed it to be the superhero and villain showdown about to begin. She rolled her eyes as she stood up, walking to the other side of the building to see if she could get a better look. She always hated the show that Demise and Majestic put on, she just found that a team who functioned on pretending to be villain's rubbed her the wrong way but she tried not to think about that now, besides there was something much more important to focus on.

Rubbing her arms to try and get some warmth into her she mentally cursed the outfit she had decided to wear, it was too cold to be without a jacket and being out in the open this high up was definitely not helping her temperature. Deciding she had enough and that it was too busy of a day to really need to be a look out, Ashley took a soft breath as she applied focus to herself, as she released the breath she felt her entire being begin to shift as she sunk down through the floor of the roof and into the building below falling graciously down from floor to floor until she finally reached the ground level.

As her feet neared the ground she focused on her form again allowing her body to become solid once more as she curled up to land into a roll to minimize the impact from the fall. Standing up she slowly made her way out of the building and quietly walked towards the warehouse where her teammates were hiding out.

Nearing the back of the building, Ashley decided against the walk around to the entrance and instead applied focus to phase through the back wall of the warehouse coming to a stop behind Julian. She looked around quietly as she took in the atmosphere of the room, her form flickering almost like a ghost (hence her alias) before she released a breath and shifted to solid once again.

"Still no word?" she questioned out loud as she stepped forward out of the shadows.

 
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In all honesty, TEC's open house was David's least favorite part of the year, and with the new information pop up it was an even larger event. But he was part of a team, and he knew he had to help out. Besides, even if he didn't like being amongst the general public and chatting with them, he cared a lot about TEC, and most importantly, he cared about the young mutants that needed guidance. He wanted to make sure that they received the understanding and care that he discovered far too late in life. He wanted to see them thrive and be comfortable in their own skin. This was something he'd dedicated his life to, even if he had to interact with some parents that he couldn't really stand.

Speaking of parents he couldn't stand, David was currently speaking to a mother who had been asking him questions for nearly twenty minutes straight while also continuously rambling on about herself and her son, only letting him get a few words in. "So if I enroll him, he'll be normal?" the woman asked in a dismissive tone after he briefly explained how enrollment may help the child get a better handle on his abilities. The word normal in this context really pissed him off, but he didn't show it. Even though Sentinel City had a large number of mutants that lived their lives amongst non-mutants, David found that families that had historically been non-mutants were often weary of their mutant children. The thought of their children being something they couldn't completely understand was frightening to them, so they wished for normalcy. It's what happened in his childhood and what he observed in so many children that came through the center.

"Well, ma'am, he'll feel comfortable with himself and have a place where he'll always belong. That's what really matters to us." David finished addressing his parent, tired of her questions, and focused his attention on the kid, a young child named Ryan who reportedly had a habit of floating a few inches in the air at random moments. "What do you think, Ryan? Want to join us here at the center?" The kid seemed to be shy, reminding David of himself in a way; he had barely said anything throughout the time he and his mother had been talking to David. Ryan looked at him and nodded. "I'd like to try it," he said quietly. David smiled and kneeled down to the kid's level. "That sounds good to me. You can try it out, see if you like it, and if you hate it, you never have to come back again."

Both the kid and the mother at last seemed satisfied, so after a little more information, David sent them off to someone who could deal with more administrative things and get them sorted out. While he'd been conducting fairly successful interactions so far, he was worn out. He just didn't seem to be built for chatting with new people for hours on end. He was meant to be somewhere isolated, reading a book, in his natural habitat, but that clearly wasn't going to happen today. He did decide to take a little break from open house duties when he spotted Charlie and his cocker spaniel, Xena. Charlie was one of David's favorite people at TEC, but it was more than that. David had spent so much time working on being aware of his emotions that he knew one thing for sure: he had a crush on Charlie Gable.

He thought it would pass; he really did, but as time went on, it only seemed to get worse. Still, David really liked Charlie as a person and decided to make the most of it, not run away from him, and be friends. Good friends. Good friends who flirted. A lot. As he approached Charlie and the spaniel, Xena moved towards him in excitement. He kneeled down to give the dog a scratch on the head. "Hey Xena, how's it going?" He greeted the dog just like he would an old friend before returning to a standing position and smiling at Charlie. "This open house thing was never really my forte; I'm over it already. Help me look like I'm busy for a few so I can get a break from parents?"
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Samira hadn't slept much the night before or the morning of the Fall Festival; her mind running through the checklist of the important day about a million times in at least two million different orders. That way, somehow the list felt more thoroughly checked, like she'd investigated every nook and cranny (the ones that weren't there). As soon as it was socially acceptable to be out and on her way to work, she was out the door.

The coolness of the air pricking her cheeks and the sunrise highlighting the orange hues that painted the city's skylines and walkways ensured a peaceful walk wouldn't allow her to outpace the nerves. Naomi and herself, as well as all those working in the Enrichment Center and Greenfield had ensured all kinds of mutants - curious, reluctant, afraid, exasperated - could find resolutions to their problems or questions. It certainly wouldn't be a life defining event for Samira, but their information centre could be exactly that for another mutant.

Samira had first stopped into TEC itself, gathering a handful of forms and other miscellaneous paper she had left behind. Were they necessary to the pop-up? Maybe not. But that's what running through the checklist was for in the end, covering all possible bases. With a quick visit to the bathroom, she straightened her hems and flattened the edges of her green blazer momentarily in the mirror. As assistant captain, Samira had assumed the responsibility of representing TEC and on one of the biggest events of the year, she didn't want to fall flat. Especially if she encountered people she did not want to mingle with nor acknowledge. Though, she wouldn't deny the thought that going out in such refined attire would be exciting. Maybe the TEC crew could celebrate a successful day later that night.

With all that she needed in hand, Samira was properly on her way to the festival. Once she came close to the preparations and weaved her way through the thickening crowds of the festival, the infectious buzz began to burn away her nerves into excited anticipation. Their pop-up was under the guidance of people she thought more than capable. And, as if on queue for her rising spirits, it came into view.

Samira sorted away the papers she had brought, sliding beside Naomi and grasping another set of pamphlets to hold out to onlookers and festival-goers passing by. "Sorry I'm a touch late, I just had to bring some things from TEC." She spoke to her left, pausing a beat to allow her eyes to drift towards Charlie and David, fighting back a small smile. Her concentration was then drawn to a mother delicately plucking the pamphlet from Samira's outstretched hand.

"My daughter... she's a mutant and my husband and I are not. Can you really help her control her abilities?"

Samira's eyes flashed with joy, launching into her explanations with perhaps a touch too much pace, "Yes! Most of us here at TEC were once students, so we know learning looks wildly different for every power. But trust me, we can help her embrace her strengths and weaknesses," she paused a beat, contemplative, "safely." The woman's features relaxed, reflecting her reassurance. She was thankful, and re-entered the crowds to find her daughter. Hopefully TEC would see the girl.

With a slight lull in activity, Samira spoke again to Naomi, "How has it been so far? Hopefully no disasters already?" Starting serious, ending with a mischievous grin. Equal parts co-worker and friend-related questioning, as it always seemed to be between the pair.
 









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The wind was chilly, and it brought the promise of a colder winter. It meant more days outside, feeling the cool winter sun on his skin and the wind bite back the heat in his veins. He rubbed his wrist as he walked through the Wild Card Mirage, thumb brushing the burn scars. The memories from the day he got them flickered around the outside of his conscious, and he forcefully shoved the thoughts down to instead scan the casino. There were fewer patrons today than usual, which was odd. Usually, regardless of the day of the week, there were patrons here attempting to swindle away their money to better players. He might join them today, and take whatever little cash they had brought. It was always an easy and delectable past time. Most days he'd walk out richer than he went in with a couple new haters. The accusations of cheating were baseless. Cheating was distasteful in such a sophisticated game as poker or black jack. It was all about the counting of the cards. Luckily for him, the one good trait he shared with his father was the ridiculous knack of arithmancy. Math came as easy to breathing as him. Henry used that skill when he sat down and played in the casino.

He passed a group of patrons, catching the faint gossip of the Fall Festival. He tensed, stopping half a second before continuing forward, his hand tightening around his wrist for a moment before he let it fall to his side. He continued on, heading towards the bar. That was right, Vera had said something about getting some tools together for something that was going to happen today. He wasn't entirely sure what, but he knew that she would tell him in time. He'd gathered up what she had asked of him, blindfolds, rope, bags. All the ingredients for a fun weekend, whether it be torture (which would or would not happen) or a long weekend of pleasure. He shook his head with a quiet laugh, with Vera it was mostly always the former and never the latter. As fun as it might be. He'd set the supplies on a table in one of the rooms deep in the sewer, away from the bustle of the casino. A place of quiet and solitude. A perfect place for a kidnapped victim. He sat down and waved a hand to the bartender, and a beer was placed in front of him. Something cheap, but wouldn't cloud his mind.

His mind drifted back to the fall festival. What a time to do it, too. Everyone would be out and about and having a grand time downtown, SOTO would be uptight and highly vigilant and a little more prone to making mistakes, looking for danger where there really wasn't any. He wasn't quite sure what the plan was, but that didn't bother him much. He would go where he was told and do what he was ordered to. His skin tingled as the heat pulsed in his veins. He flicked a hand open, twirling a snake of fire through his fingers while he let the cool of the bottle seep into his other hand. Rumors of Ichabod coming out to participate sparked, but that had just been speculation. The man worked exclusively alone, although, he wasn't exactly a stranger. They'd formed an easy going friendship after a particularly long night. He smirked, clenching his fist and dousing the flame and throwing the beer back. What a night it had been.

The bartender inquired if he wanted another one, and Henry shook his head. He would sit and play a few rounds while waiting for the message to come up on his tekpad from leadership. He could make a little money while he waited.



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Maeve's little wire trick, though expected, had knocked him off his perch and then nearly off his feet. He had recovered a somewhat dignified standing position despite the wire still wrapped around his ankle when Lakshmi sauntered in. He nodded her way. "Of course they are, boss. You know I'd never let you down." He could appreciate a good entrance, but on a stealth mission? Well, stealth might be a strong word for what they were doing right now. He was going to start sending out meeting times half an hour before he wanted them to arrive if this kept happening. He turned his attention to Maeve as she made a show of clinging onto his assistant leader.

"Why would you be jealous of Ulysses, isn't your own relationship with your right hand going strong? I think Lakshmi brought you onto this mission and showed up late on purpose. Just to let me bother you. Besides, you're prettier when your pissed." he answered, poking her very obnoxiously on the nose, already prepared to swap with her at a moments notice if she decided to drag him across the warehouse floor in revenge. He could avoid feeling it, but he WOULD be mad if the new coat he had on got ruined in the process. He liked picking on Maeve, a lot of people in the organization just ignored his antics by now unless he had an order or a threat for them. Maeve was one of few who'd picked up that it was MUCH more fun to take the bait.

He paused, and decieded on preemptively taking off the coat and folding it nicely. Tearing up good clothing was one of his few actual pet peeves. He frowned a bit at the bit of the cold even through long sleeves and had no idea how Ash, Maeve, and Lakshmi handled dressing the way they did. He handed the coat over to Ash. "Just don't fuck it up." It should fit her fine and she had to be freezing, besides, if this all went to plan, his body would be knocked out in the warehouse for most of it anyway. "Anyway, we should be good to load out any minute now." Everyone in the organization tended to keep their own contacts, compartmentalizing information made it harder for enemies to access organization secrets from just one or two members that way. They'd proposed this mission as coming through a contact of Julian's, not a lie, but a convenient setup for he and Lakshmi, able to drop the little show of him deferring to her for orders. He was sure at least someone in the Myriad had a feeling he was more than an executive, and he wasn't all that worried about someone here having suspicions, but he and Lakshmi's arrangement worked for them both and gave him a level of flexibility that he wouldn't have if his status as the leader were well known, so they did their best not to compromise the information.

Right on schedule, the little feild radio they'd tuned into the frequency the doc workers used came to life in a fit of static.
"Hey, Matt, it's almost two are you on you're way or what?" There was a pause before it sounded again, the coughs of the man who must be Matt blending in with the static in the shitty signal.
"Yeah, yeah, on my way now. Give me like. Ten minutes."
Julian reached over and turned down the radio as the conversation devolved into their contact insulting the releif gaurd for not changing shifts on time.

The plan in motion, Julians demeanor shifted to a more serious one. Everyone had been briefed on the plan when they'd been notified yesterday. Matt, a big bald guy was going to pass by the on his way to relieve their contact as dock security. The contact should turn off the alert system as he leaves, leaving Julian to take over the releiving guards body while the others got onto the ship to incapacitate the few sailors who hadn't taken the day off for the festival. From there, grabbing the goods would just be a matter of getting a few cargo crates off the ship and down the dock to a truck they'd parked there the night before. A simple mission, with little that could go wrong.






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Rex hated the fall festival. It was way too many people around, and all she wanted to do was hide in her room but she couldn't. As Demise's assistant captain, she needed take part in the activities as there was a traditional fight between the heroes and the villains of the city. Majestic of course played the heroes, while Demise played the villains. Everyone knew that it was fake, didn't really change the fact that they had to put on a show. And Demise definitely put on the shows. Which is what Miss. Tempest with the temper was probably doing back at HQ, planning for a show. Of course, Rex wasn't about to let her favorite villain go on without at least a hello from her. For some reason, her captain hated her, and Rex was a sarcastic asshole and did her best to push her buttons.

Rex goes up to her office and sees her getting ready and smirks. Ever since Day One, when Rex got this promotion, she and her captain had been at each other throats. To be quite honest, Rex gives zero shit if she hates her or not. She wasn't in this job to make friends, especially friends that could find out her true identity, and her past. And used that to doublecross her. She refuses to. It just was so fucking hilarious to see her riled up for no reason. All Rex had to do was say one simple thing that held no merit, and she would spark Tempest's anger. She loved it. She barged in and smirked.
"Look who's getting all ready for their big game with the heroes of the city."
She said as she checked her gloves to make sure they were on. The last time she touched something in someone's place, she had to see a breakup..and a make-up. It was horrible.
"Too bad the plan, kinda sucks, and they are gonna kick our ass easy as fuck."


"Serious Tempy is this all you got?"
She asked with a pout. Rex was waiting for her retort, which would most definitely bring some enjoyment to Rex's life's.





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;; Jetta
Jetta had always loved the festival. A sense of community, meeting new people, lending a helping handโ€”it was all right up her alley. But this year, something was different. She had decided to forgo helping out with the festival in favor of keeping watch over the docks. She couldn't exactly put a finger on it, but something was off. She spent a lot of time around the docks since her ability was most useful near the water, and after years of helping out around there, she became familiar with the typical schedules of shipments. When she had been helping some workers at the docks the other day, she got a look at the schedule and noticed that there was an irregular shipment scheduled with an oddly low number of people working that day. Especially since usually there were more workers scheduled when there were shipments that weren't part of a typical schedule coming in.

Now, this could mean nothing; ships that weren't a part of the usual schedule came in all the time, and maybe the staffing was just because a lot of people would take time off for the festival. But something in her gut said she should stay there, just to be sure. If something happened and people in her community got hurt when she could've been there, she knew she wouldn't forgive herself.

So, she woke up ridiculously early, finding herself unable to sleep any later, and went out, walking to the docks. She looked inconspicuous enoughโ€”just a girl out for a brisk morning walk. Strolling through the alleyways of factories near the docks, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She'd been hanging out against the wall of a factory that was a decent distance away from where the shipment was, but close enough for her to observe and use her abilities if necessary. Jetta perked up a bit as she noticed security changing shifts. The moment after a change in security was a good time to strike if someone wanted to infiltrate this shipment. She told herself that if nothing out of the ordinary happened now, she was probably being paranoid and should just let it go. Still, she paid close attention to the security from her spot in the distance.
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Shivers were sent down Viviana's spine as she made her way down the sidewalk in the Urban District, if it were up to her, the girl would've stayed back at the casino where it was nice and warm. Vera had requested that she maintain surveillance on the mayor's daughter, Nisha, but there were no further details given other than that. In order to keep a low profile, Viviana decided she would use her power and shapeshift into a more friendly-looking person, especially since she may have to make contact with Nisha in order to not seem like a total creep.

As the sun began to lower, so did the temperature, causing more chills for the girl, the layers that she was currently wearing most definitely weren't enough for the weather, which she should've checked before leaving the casino for the night. Lights began turning on up and down the street, a few street lamps illuminated the sidewalks, but the majority of the lights being turned on were string lights, hung up by the city to give a more festive look for the event. If Viv were to be honest, despite the cooler temps, she was actually excited to be attending, even if it was for whatever mission that Vera was working on.

Approximately 20 minutes had passed while searching for Nisha, wouldn't she have needed to be here during set up? Maybe not since she wasn't a vendor, but she was the mayor's daughter, and you'd think she would be there for the press. Thoughts consumed the girl's mind as she wondered where her target could possibly be until she almost bumped into her. There was no reason to make contact as early as she did, so coming back from her thoughts at the time she did was a blessing.

Without missing a beat, she began trailing the female, watching her greet the vendors and other residents who had come from every district in the city to enjoy the festivities of the night. Quickly, Viv sends a message to Vera, confirming that she has visuals on the target and that so far, no SOTO members have raised suspicions. Once again, her thoughts drifted off to what the mission could possibly be, she caught wind that Ichabod was partaking in it, which was out of the ordinary. Especially since Stephano was typically the one to be leading them, he was the captain of the Red Court, after all.

Viviana had been looking off in another direction, admiring some decorations when she noticed the tip of her foot had come in contact with the back of someone's heel, it was too late for her to stop moving, causing her to collide with the other pedestrian. And who else would it be other than the one person she wasn't ready to make contact with? Yes, of course, it was Nisha.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry," She politely exclaimed to the girl, taking a step back to give some distance between the two, "I was just admiring all the beautiful decorations and thinking of how much time must've been put into this event." Viviana gives a smile and goes to brush her long hair behind her shoulder, feeling the difference in texture between the current state of her hair and how it typically is. Maybe this action would make it seem more convincing that she doesn't know who Nisha is, and that the incident was genuine.






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