Realistic or Modern SMITED [Mission Two] [Always Open]

[Fable]

It has been three months since team Alpha and Bravo failed in their missions. Alpha had been sent to investigate the descendant of the witch who was believed to be the one to originally place the curse on this forest. There were some oddities, but nothing discovered that would help in the matter and thus they returned to HQ empty-handed.

Bravo did not manage to locate the origin of the curse within the forest. After encountering three violent living statues and an odd pond, Agent Hawthorne teleported them back to base camp due to mana exhaustion from sustaining an exit portal for the team. Unfortunately, transporting the team resulted in the portal closing prematurely before Hawthorne himself could escape the forest and is currently listed as MIA.

The Syndicate has manage to erect a barrier that is counteracting the curse to prevent further growth, but the hotel has already been engulfed by the cursed forest and no reported missing have been spotted.

Now those agents of Alpha and Bravo as well as new rookie agents find themselves in the commons area of the HQ barracks, a communal area where agents in their off-time can relax. The TV flickers as the channel it is on reports various current events; the major breaking news being strange earthquakes around Mauritius resulting in massive casualties on the island due to structural damage of buildings and flooding due to a tsunami. The area and other nearby islands have been evacuated and a state of emergency announced for the hard hit areas.

There is a bookcase filled with various games, from card games to board games, meant to help entertain agents who are stationed at HQ. Another case had rows upon rows of movies and video games also there to serve this purpose. There were plenty of couches and seats to accommodate agents and even a small kitchenette to allow them access to small snacks and drinks.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Mara was seated on one of the couches present in the barracks, a laptop set upon her thighs as she typed away. After the failure of the mission she was supposed to lead for Team Bravo, she was returned to her previous desk job... but with an added bonus of additional paperwork for a variety of reasons, including Agent Hawthorne’s current MIA status.

As she worked, the woman’s eyes flicked from the screen of her device to the TV screen as the program spoke of the tsunami harassing an island. Her gaze lingered there for just a moment longer before giving a slight ‘hmph’ and returning to the documents she had to complete. Mara was used to being asked the question why she didn’t live in a tropical environment, and that was a perfect example.

Well... she also found it embarrassing that she hadn’t ever swam in the ocean before but no one needed to know that.

What everyone did know was her incident during the last mission in the forrest. It was hard to miss considering when they had been sent back, she was lying on the floor.

But still, she worked with a blank expression. Hoping none of the previous bravo team members or new agents would pester her with unnecessary questions.

 

[Tarmagon]

Jasper looked up from the small, metal disk he was engraving as a particularly detailed segment about the current earthquakes and resultant tsunami around Mauritius drew his attention. The place was a mess, with casualties estimated to run into the high hundreds, if not thousands. Idly he wondered if the agency was going to send in any surreptitious support. He rather doubted it, though the public relations boost to be gained from obvious supernaturals aiding humans would have been a major coup useful for building positive relations.

"Eh, best to keep the worlds as separate as possible," he thought. "Most of the time things go, poorly at best, and downright lethal at worst, when the worlds collide in uncontrolled circumstances. And given the chaos out there, uncontrolled would be a charitable condition at best."

Sighing, Jasper set down the project he was working on and stood, twisting to unkink his back after nearly an hour hunched over, engraving runes into the disk. He wasn't certain if he was going to be able to get his idea to pan out, but if it didn't, it wasn't going to be lack of attention to detail on his part. After a moment, he headed into the tiny galley, gathering a drink and small bowl of snack mix before returning to his table. Sitting back, he divided his attention between the television and his snack, taking a break before returning to his engraving.

 

[Ganymede Apathy]

Jake was in the farthest corner, a TV connected to a console he saw, with Kingdom Hearts plugged in, playing quietly, the sound to the game off. He felt a rumble in his stomach, hungry for something sweet. He paused the game and walked over to the kitchenette, looking at what they had. There were some chips and some cookies, and then he hit the jackpot: mini brownies. He grabbed 2 big bags and a soda and ran back to his game, shoving one in his mouth, un-pausing and continuing to play, every now and then popping brownies. He heard the other agents talking around the room quietly, if any. He looked around, realizing there aren't as many as he thought. The stress is on, I have my work cut out for me. My superiors will be watching more closely, my mistakes will be more important. He thought as he turned back to continue his gaming.

 

[Fable]

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Lacily approached Mara and sat down at a nearby seat, a cup of steaming tea in one hand and a large tablet device in the other. She set the cup down on a small table next to the armrest of the chair, but not before taking a quick sip of the hot liquid. She glanced at television set that was currently set to the news, covering an awful natural disaster. She felt pity for those affected, but also knew very well all natural disasters were out of their control. She turned her gaze over to Mara who seemed to be trying to catch up on her paperwork.

"I must say I don't envy you. I hate the forms and reports after a mission. I've heard from Talora - well, not really Talora but Baosihr who mentioned her - that there is a high chance the agency is going to try to deal with the forest curse again. The Syndicate is only able to counter a curse for so long, so it's still being filed as an active threat."

She tapped and slid her fingers across the tablet, working on her own paperwork, mostly her review of the other agents that were on team Bravo. She'd delayed sending in her report regarding Mara, mostly because she wanted a little more insight into the merwoman before finalizing anything.

"I've spoken with Talora, regarding your special situation. Baosihr might have been too hopeful in that giving you a position as a team leader might kick in your 'agent instincts'. Basically, he's the one in trouble right now. Right now he's buried under piles of paperwork and will be for a long while. I've got to ask you though,and be honest, do you really want to go on more missions? Just as a normal member, not a team leader."[/div][/div][/div]

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[Lexielai]

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[/div]Deep inside headquarters, past twisting hallways and corridors and inside the locked door of a small room, was a ringing sound. It buzzed incessantly, time after time again. A hand desperately searched for it, scrambling to and fro. After a time much longer than was necessary, it finally cornered its foe, and lazily hit the snooze. The slender hand slowly retreated under the covers once more, beside the still frame of a woman. Her lustrous black hair was swept up around her, sprawled messily like a brush, while her mouth strained to suppress a yawn. After another thirty minutes of lazing around, the woman realized she wasn’t going to be falling back asleep any time soon, and so begrudgingly lifted the blankets off her form. She rubbed at the corners of her eyes, still unable to dispel the groggy sensation plaguing her. Yet she still put on a uniform she had lazily tossed onto the corner of her bed last night, and continued onwards outside the door. At the rate she was going, she would probably be hard pressed to match a tortoise. Her steps dragged her to the communal bathroom, where she began conducting her morning routine. There was no life in it; no energy. Just the pure monotony of an instilled habit. She took a moment to open her eyes fully, inspecting herself in the mirror. A beautiful, glowing set of blue eyes stared back at her. Their exquisite details, from their tiniest depths within the iris to the pure white of sclera, radiated a majesty that would not be out of place on a work of art. Tiny, nearly imperceptible symbols seemed to surround the blue like a royal procession, now a duller shade that blended in with the nearby iris. Their depths hinted at an unfathomable abyss and a pure heaven all at once. The woman proceeded to rub at the corner of her eyes once again, and yawned. It was far too early to be awake, she thought to herself. She took a few minutes to straighten out her hair, just enough to be minimally presentable, and then washed her face and brushed her teeth. Then she pulled out her lanyard from inside her pocket, and attached it to her breast pocket. It was a flawless, brand new ID card with a picture of herself on it, and a name inscribed underneath: Jiang, Ying Yue. Yue inspected herself one more time. “Good enough,” she muttered, flicking a loose strand of hair out of her face. She then slouched out of the bathroom and towards the communal room. The door clicked as she pushed it open. There were several agents here already, playing games or conducting their morning business. Yue ignored all of them, and headed straight for the treasure within the room. The coffee machine.[div class="mainText" style="width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 10px; font-size: 0.6em; text-align: center"]Like this code? Check out Lex's Codes to get your own![/div] [/div][/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5px; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Aqua; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Noble Scion]

Sanguine sat perfectly still amongst the other members of the group, wordlessly sitting in one of the arm-chairs, a small cup held delicately in her dark palms, carefully manoeuvring the small piece of porcelain up to her mouth, sipping the transparent, maroon, milk-less tea before returning it back to her lap. The demon didn't seem particularly keen to partake in any social interaction. Sang hadn't been particularly pleased when she had arrived, somewhat expecting something a little bit more professional, but in her eyes it was better than the shoddy hotels she'd been relegated to, the thought of which broke her steely silence with a rather depressed sigh as the memories shuffled on into her mind, eventually ending in her sour mood as she simply growled at the thought of magic.

Sang finished off the cup, stood up, went over to the kitchenette once more, cleaned the china and returned the cup back to the cupboard before nudging her glasses into a more comfortable position on her nose and sitting stiffly down once more, avoiding eye-contact with her subordinates in case they Ai'unia forbid sparked off a conversation with her, she most certainly hoped that her first mission came in soon.

Sanguine Red, a name that used to be known throughout most of the demonic families. It sickened her to see just how far she had fallen from grace, and how irreparable her situation was. It would have been enough to reduce her to tears if she hadn't found out that all her problems could be placed on something else and converted to sheer rage, and thus, the old princess of Red sat there simmering, almost visibly heating up the area around her as her blood boiled while her mistakes continued floating on by, in silence.

 

[Birdsie]

He let the bitter brew of coffee enter his mouth. Thomas almost recoiled, because it scalded the tongue, but after a quick and preemptive swallowing of said coffee, he felt slightly better.

He walked over to one of the empty couches and sat down on it, laid the coffee on a table, then took off his left glove. Time to get back to work.

Attempt number fifthy-eight. Thomas channeled mana through his left forearm and mentally selected an interconnected tree of options, like a braid of evolutionary pathways and structural algorithms, attempting to concentrate enough to get them right and not to make the outcome grotesquely misshapen.

Attempt number fifty-eight failed. He had been attempting this for a week now, but didn't have much time for it, so now that he had free time, he did it of his own accord.

The base concept was a thin spine-like protrusion with underlying musculature to provide leverage; elastic, bendable, extendable. At the end, a trio or quartet of blunt grasping claws. At the base, there'd be a chamber of natural gas that can be compressed and then discharged at will.

The end result, or at least as it was intended, would be some form of a grappling hook or, with slight alterations, a long-distance slashing weapon.

The failure, taking the form of several, red tumorous outgrowth and jagged bone fragments erupting from his left forearm was slightly painful. The pain was deadened, tolerable, because the nerves didn't per se detect anything wrong with the body - it was intentional onto a subconscious level. But it still hurt, because the bone fragments cut into the rest of the flesh.

To someone who had never seen it? It was probably the most disturbing sight in a while, if not their entire life. To someone who lived with it, every day? It was like drinking a mug of coffee.

He waited for ten, twenty, thirty seconds, and saw that this was the outcome. The bones and muscles weren't developing further - this was the end result. Time to abort.

He withdrew his mana like a vacuum cleaner, channeling it back, and quickly, the bubbles of meat reverted back, and the bony daggers sheathed themselves into the ulna and radius. Those bones and muscles that didn't make it in time simply disintegrated, as they had nothing more to support their existence.

He didn't sigh, or show complacency. He merely retried it. Attempt number fifty-nine...

 

[DergTheDergon]

Xaira had likely been one of the first in the room this morning, something she was rather proud of, in all honesty. She used to have a bit of trouble waking up but after recovering from her embarrassing training injury, she threw herself into doing everything she could for the organization, as well as training on the side. In that time, she'd risen in rank. However, big important field action still hadn't come her way really, and she was getting antsy for it now. It was what she joined for, and everyone had to be clued in on that now. Like most mornings recently, she channeled that antsiness into a run around the facility's track before she came in, yoga mat over her shoulder and hair a bit disheveled as usual. As others trickled in, they mostly seemed intent to do their own thing for the morning, so Xaira set about doing the same herself.

In the most open area of the room she could find that still offered a view of the TV, Xaira sat criss-cross, performing a seated yoga routine she flowed through naturally, having practiced the same routine for months now. She found it helped her to focus, as well as honing her flexibility and reflexes further which was a bonus. On the table next to her, a cup of fresh coffee sat, and after a while she gently took the rather oversized cup into her hands, Brushing her workout-disheveled crimson locks aside and taking a sip. She frowned a little as she realized that it had cooled down a little, sighing as she then got up to go microwave it a bit more. The temperature she liked her hot beverages was liable to burn the tongues of most humans.

Xaira sighed as she absorbed the news story playing out on the TV, heading back to the spot her yoga mat was set down and setting her coffee back down on the table next to it. "I wish they'd send some of us to help with these natural disasters. At least ones that get THIS bad, anyway," she wondered aloud, speaking to anyone who'd listen. "I'd even go by myself, help fly people to higher ground at least. I'm sure it'd be good for racial relations, too."

In truth, part of her reason for this rant was to get anyone in the room talking to her... or, anyone at all. The place felt dead to her except for Lacily quietly speaking to Mara on the other side of the room. Speaking of Mara, Xaira took a mental note to see about talking to her at a time she didn't seem so swamped with her own work, ensure that there were no hard feelings left over from the mishap in training so long ago. Besides, knowing what Mara'd been through since then made Xaira want to see if she can become someone to open up to for the merwoman. She always seemed busy so Xaira hadn't wanted to bother her before, but if there was a possibility that she could be working with her in the field soon, it seemed only right to Xaira to reach out to her soon. She wondered what Lacily was speaking to her about, as it seemed important, but the Dragoness knew it was none of her business.

For now, Xaira kept watching and consuming her coffee, wondering what next to do with her morning. Normally after yoga she'd run through her form with the staff and then fists, but she wanted to hold out and make sure nothing important came to light in the next couple of hours before she left for the gym. The day was still young, after all. She could almost feel her chance to really get out there coming. After all, people had seemed antsier around here than she'd grown used to seeing. Had the higher-ups finally decided to try and do something about that mission that went wrong? If Xaira could have a chance to help the others make that right, she'd be extremely grateful.

@all the peeps, kinda xD

 

[Phayne]

Cain Hawkins
-The Scarecrow-
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Chaos. That was the most apt description for the room Cain currently inhabited, the overturned bed, strewn about documentation and broken lamp only a few of the many tell tale signs that something had happened in this room within the last night. It was apparent on first glance that the newest agent assigned to this formerly vacant accomodation did not enjoy their stay as much as some of the other new recruits had. Alas, this was to be somewhat expected, considering the fact that this particular agent had 'certain' excess baggage with him and all things considering, the state of this room was incomparable to the chaotic scenes in which they had first met Cain Hawkins in.

Sitting in the farthest corner, his back slumped against the wall and head angled towards the floor, the lifeless body of a scarecrow lingered, both straw filled arms resting upon bent knee's, each pulled towards his chest as close as possible. No sign of life escaped the motionless mannequin, the inanimate object simply an odd choice of decoration one would have assumed had they been unaware of the agents particular condition. Dangling among the fingertips of its right hand, a shiny new I.D Badge swivelled, twirling around ever so slightly to reveal both sides of the newly laminated documentation. The image of the Scarecrows face clearly visible upon the top left of the badge, the attempt of a genuine smile still appearing more sinister then friendly. The badge itself was a painful reminder for Cain, a painful reminder of the predicament he currently found himself in as well as a lack of decorum by his employer. He had asked that they use an image of his former self, one that represented who he really was and what he really was; he had even rummaged through the ruins of his home in search of a recent image, though it was evident now that that was a waste of time. Cain sighed, gripping the badge tightly with his left hand and yanking it away only to quickly shove it deep into his pocket. The only bright side to his new accomodation was the lack of mirrors, at least they listened to him on that front.

Mulling about in his corner of solitude a few minutes longer, the Scarecrow reluctantly came to life; standing upon both feet and strutting across the paper covered floor towards the door; a scrunched up map held in his right hand as he decided to leave this confined space. Already in a somewhat 'bothered' mood, he decided to go meet the other agents; most of which were presumably in the commons area considering the time. If recent experience was to be any indicator, then Cain was sure that his appearance would cause one or two heads to turn.. might as well get it over with, that awkward first meeting.

 

[Epiphany]

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Interaction: Open; Xaira?
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A silent fixture of the barrack's common area is the Medusa who likes to bake. While paying distant attention to a nearby television, the woman's focus is on cookies. The small kitchen space is filled with various tins and containers. Several bags of flour, mostly used, dot the countertops along with a tin of baking soda, salt and other sundry ingredients. The eggs are left in the fridge, except when needed for a fresh batch, but various sticks of butter are in various stages of softening on the counter along with white and brown sugar. Chocolate chips, various kinds of nuts, molasses and other enhancements complete the assemblage and the place is in danger of looking like an assembly line for charity baking.

Certainly, Maia operates the kitchen like it's a factory. The instant the oven isn't in use, another batch of cookies go in. Her hands are in constant motion as she mixes, stirs, beats and transforms ingredients and dough into mouth-watering baked goods.

The snakes are arguably the most impressive part of the operation. Despite a shawl wrapped around her head right to the hair line, slender green snakes with eyes the exact wine-colored red of her own eyes move with delicate grace. The actual kneading of the dough she leaves for her own hands, but the snakes use their mouths and fangs to grip tools to stir with, lift ingredients to pour into the mixture and one seems to be in a constant state of cleaning up after her. There's a remarkable lack of flour everywhere.

StoneWolf18 Fable
Maia notices Lacily come in to speak with Mara but says nothing, assuming the two women have a private conversation to carry on. The couches are enough distance from the common area's kitchen to make casual eavesdropping difficult. While Maia had training on serious eavesdropping, she had no pressing need and a number of cookies to bake.

Tarmagon
When Jasper heads into the small kitchen area and gallery for food, the Gorgon gives him a tight smile and keeps out of his way while he fetches a drink and snack mix. She does, however, push a plate of cookies in his direction with a plain invitation to partake.

Ganymede Apathy
The Griffinkin receives his own smile when entering the kitchen area she's taken over for mass cookie production. No need for mini-brownies, she had a batch made up from earlier that she's only too happy to nudge his way. He receives a fond look as he gets what he needs and Maia sighs at the sight. Makes me miss my kids.

Lexielai
Upon Yue's arrival, Maia's smile grows wider, exposing a trace of fang. Her own daughter often had the look of the dead in the mornings. A snake reached out from beneath her shawl, gripped a coffee pot and promptly poured a cup for Yue before placing the container back on the heater. Another snake opened the fridge door and reshuffled some of the supplies inside that Maia had rearranged for baking efficiency, moving the half and half as well as various creamers to the front in case Yue wanted to sweeten her morning libation.

Noble Scion
The demon prompts a raised eyebrow from the Gorgon but little other reaction. Mostly due to wariness on Maia's part. She's aware of demons but Sanguine makes the third she's ever met in her life. And her fellow agent didn't seem especially sociable judging by her facial expression and body language. So, the Gorgon kept out of her way while taking note of the other woman's taste in tea. In case it would be useful someday.

DergTheDergon
When Xaira feels the need to warm up her coffee, Maia offers to swap out coffee as she's kept a pot full and hot with some frequency, given the number of agents in the barracks today.

"An interesting idea," she says to the Dragonkin, when Xaira speaks up about helping out with the disaster. "I'm not sure if anyone here is a trained first responder or especially suited for disaster relief work, but I'd be willing to try. Certainly, our agency could use a little good PR work and it'd be nice to spend our time helping people in need. That said, there are a lot of disaster relief organizations, charitable and government alike, and very few agencies like ours that can deal with what we're tasked to do. Once we receive orders, hopefully things will seem clearer."

Phayne
And sure enough, the arrival of a genuine Scarecrow is enough to make both of Maia's eyebrows shoot straight up. She just stares in outright curiosity, not quite able to tell if this is some kind of exotic servitor or...it couldn't be a fellow field agent, could it?
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[Tarmagon]

Jasper was about to return his attention to his engraving when he thought he detected a faint trace of active magic. Glancing around quickly, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, and picked his engraving tool up with a shrug. Holding the disk up to the light, he was studying the Runes he had already engraved on it when something made him direct his attention to the man sitting alone on one of the couches. The flesh on the man's forearm was, distending into odd bulges, pointed fragments of bone erupting from them. The man was staring at his forearm, concentration written across his features, but then they smoothed to a blank expression as the bones withdrew, the bulges fading back down as though they had never existed.

"Okayyyy," Jasper thought, taking in the man's lack of reaction. "That was, disturbing. Biomancer I guess. I hope his powers only work on himself."

Before hie could continue that line of thought, his attention was captured by a striking woman with flaming red hair, a smattering of delicate greenish scales, wings, and... a tail?

"I wish they'd send some of us to help with these natural disasters. At least ones that get THIS bad, anyway," the redhead said. "I'd even go by myself, help fly people to higher ground at least. I'm sure it'd be good for racial relations, too."

"Maybe yes, maybe no there Red," Jasper said, his mouth curling up into a wry smile. "I'm going out on a limb here and guess you're a form of Wyrmkin. Dragon maybe? I'll bet you're impressive Shifted, but how would ordinary humans react to you swooping down on them? Not well I'd wager. And if you lose human speech when you Shift, how would you explain that you're there to help before some trigger happy idiot decides to perforate you? As much as I think the supernatural needs the good press, maybe we should let the military and governments handle what they can, and deal with what they can't."

DergTheDergon

 

[r e i]

Calliea was training in the training room. She quickly moved left and right from training bots as she worked her bo staff. She was going on one day without stopping after recovering from 2 days without sleep. She was just itching for some kind of action after being stuck in HQ with Team Bravo and Alpha for the past two months due to their combined failings in their first mission. So she has been training non-stop to get rid of the extra energy she had been keeping stored in her body. As she dodged and attacked the last bot, she noticed that she was thirsty, and hungry as well. It was an good time for her to grab food and refreshments before she went on training.

She grabbed her SMITED sweatshirt, putting it on, and folding up her bo staff. She headed to the common room. When she got there most of her team and the other team was there. She headed to the kitchen, looking for some water, and food. Calliea saw Mara on the couch with an member of SMITED. She guessed by Mara's body language that this was about the last mission. Her team did do badly, but Mara's team lost a member. And now the forest was out of control with people missing. So that was an major fail on both their parts.

Calliea sighed as she grabbed an bottle of water. At least Mara didn't think she found something, and it turned out it was truly nothing but worthless pages.

location: training room -> common room tags: everyone I guess? inventory: bo staff

 

[DergTheDergon]

As she went to warm up her coffee, Xaira caught a distinct, tantalizing whiff of freshly brewed coffee among the equally tempting aroma of Maia's cookies. She smiled at the Gorgon's offer of swapping out for a fresh cup and proceeded to do so. "Thanks. Also, don't mind if I grab one of these." The Dragoness went ahead and took a chocolate chip cookie from the pile of clearly on-offer baked goods on the edge of the counter. Taking a bite, the Dragoness's expression melted into one of pure joy as she bit into the warm, gooey piece of heaven Maia'd made for her comrades."Mmm..." After swallowing, she smiled over toward the Gorgon again, marveling for a moment at the sheer efficiency of her little slithery helpers. "Keep up the good work, Maia, these are amazing. I'll uh, have to take a couple more on that note, work them off later." With that, she smirked a bit, taking a couple more of the cookies before sauntering back of to her yoga mat, refreshments in hand.

The coffee was brewed expertly as well, she noticed, after taking an experimental sip. Xaira found herself wondering for a moment if Gorgons had some sort of magical culinary powers or something, but she had a hunch it was simply many years of practice. Maia had a similar wise and experienced air about her to the Elders back in Xaira's village, leading the Dragoness to believe that she had to be at least several hundred years old in reality. That's certainly enough time to perfect the art of baking, Xaira would wager, and judging by the sheer euphoria one bite of her cookies gave her, Xaira was certain the Gorgon had done just that. When she was finally finished with this thought process, she realized that she'd subconsciously eaten the rest of the cookies she'd taken already. While it was tempting to go grab more, she then ended up sparking a conversation that took her mind off the cookies... for now, anyway.

This was when Xaira made her comment regarding the incident being shown on tv. Xiara smiled at the first few sentences of Maia's answer, nodding emphatically along in agreement. Then, her smile turned into a thoughtful look as the Gorgon then explained another side of the coin that the Dragoness hadn't thought about just yet. Xaira nodded as she finished. "You're right, we are better off doing what we're trained to do but, well, we haven't been given that opportunity in a while. I'll definitely feel better about all of this if we get orders anytime soon though, so again, you're right. I've just been getting antsy." Xaira found herself smiling once more at the Gorgon as she finished her response. The woman reminded her quite a bit of her great-grandmother, who was, last Xaira heard, still very much alive and spry, and a very respected Elder of the Clan.
Epiphany

Her head then turned as another spoke up regarding her topic, Xaira mentally rejoicing that her attempt at encouraging human interaction was working a bit more than she anticipated. The man who spoke up looked to be around her true age, rather handsome, and a bit rugged looking. She'd seen him around but Xaira didn't think she'd formally spoken to him much as of yet. She found herself amused as he called her Red, thinking that maybe she quite liked to be referred to by her hair color as she felt it suited her in a way. She nodded at his deduction of her race, his proceeding comments causing her own wry smile in return. He was clearly flirting with her a bit, and as far as she was concerned two could play that game.

"Heh, good point you got there," she said, her tone bordering on downright self-deprecation. "You're right, I'm dragonkin, and I suppose it'd be intimidating to most humans to see that form fly at them from out of nowhere. I don't lose speech but, well, my voice is a lot deeper in that form and kinda echoey so I that would be pretty liable to scare folks too. I think you and Maia are both right about things like that not exactly being too practical for us to deal with but, dammit, I just want to be out there doing something to make some positive change out there. The world certainly needs a lot of it."

"Anyway, not sure if we've been formally introduced yet," Xaira said, casually rising and approaching the man who'd spoken to her, holding out her hand to shake. "Xaira. Be careful, I may be a lady but my grip's nothing to scoff at," she said, smirking once more.
Tarmagon

 

[Fable]

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Tristan wandered into the commons area where it seemed many other agents were lingering in as well, many watching and commenting on the news. He overheard the dragonkin comment about wanting to help and scoffed a bit. "You think the governments want our help? I'm sure HQ has made an offer to assist them but were probably rejected because of the fact that they don't like that we don't really answer to them. So, instead of putting the protection of the general public first, they want to play dirty politics."

He went over to the kitchenette where the Gorgon was busy baking, taking a cookie and giving her a small wink as he poured himself a cup of coffee, then moving to go take a seat. He drank his coffee and watched the news continue its coverage of the disaster. He'd been an agent long enough to know the dark side of the world's governments. They didn't like SMITED being outside of their control. It was a mess after the Revelation where they did whatever they could to get in the way of problems they weren't equipped to handle, and it was only after their numerous failures did they stop pushing the agency aside as quickly.

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[Tarmagon]

“A pleasure to meet you Xaira,” Jasper said, setting his work aside and rising to take the proffered hand. “I’m Jasper, but just call me JT.”

Xaira’s hand was slightly different from a regular hand, but Jasper ignored the slightly talon-like fingertips, though he wondered for just a moment how she managed to use computer keyboards. His musings were cut short as he noticed a mischievous gleam in Xaira’s eye as her hand closed over his, giving him a very firm handshake. The dragonkin’s grip was just short of seriously painful, and Jasper couldn’t quite hide a wince as he spoke.

“Yeah,” Jasper said, once he had his voice under control. “You’re absolutely right about that grip of yours. I’d bet that in a fair fight, you’d break me like a twig.”

Xaira grinned at him, and started to release her grip, then smiled a trifle indulgently as he tightened his grip on her hand, maintaining the handclasp.

“It’s a good thing that I never play fair,” Jasper said conversationally as blue-white light flared from his eyes and raced over his body in complex symbols visible even through his shirt. In the space of a single breath, Xaira found her hand in a crushing grip that would have done an Olympic weight lifter proud.

“I like you Red,” Jasper said with a grin as he released her hand. “Maybe we could workout together sometime.”

DergTheDergon

 

[Zaxs]

Moriggan was excited, no elated was the better word for it. She had come to the agency before, but not as often as she would've liked. She mostly came to file stuff, fill out paperwork, or to introduce herself to some of the people that would eventually become her mentors. But after all that, she would leave the agency building and be brought to some other place for training in either combat, magic or even a form of school as she still had trouble with certain "normal" things. The city was a lot different from her village she helped make in the forest and so were the customs she had to follow.

Her first day as an official field agent and the only thing she was told to do was to either work in her room, go to the communal area, or explore the city. Morrigan thought the best action to take was to head to the communal area. Hopefully, she would see some other field agents along the way or in the communal area and she could introduce herself.

Morrigan did see a woman walking towards the communal area on her way there, she walked in a slouchy way and enter the communal the same way too. Morrigan stood on the outside for a few moments, to gather her thoughts. Ideas of who she would meet, how she would greet them and the responses raced around in her head. She eventually opened the door and entered the room. To be met with a small community of people that ranged from male, female and monster. Morrigan's eyes lit up, so many faces and she thought she would only see her kind walking around the agency. But this place was full of people, not to mention a TV which was broadcasting the news, a shelf with card games and board games, a few video games there too. Even a kitchen where Morrigan saw a woman that caught her interest! She was baking in the kitchen, not only that she had snake hair which aided her in her baking. It was an amazing site for Morrigan to watch someone cook, bake, or make anything in a kitchen.

She wanted to examine further, so Morrigan began to elegantly walk towards the kitchen area, walking past a few people and gave a very sweet smile while waving at them if they made eye contact. There was talk around the room about natural disasters and how the agency could help. Morrigan didn't have any thought on the matter, but she agreed with the points that were made. She wouldn't be the best for rescue missions, as she scared people with her supernatural appearance. She approached the kitchen area and her eyes lit up, looking at the woman easily managing her time baking. It was really impressive to watch the snakes that were her hair stir, pour, and clean up after the woman. "My my, this is amazing to watch!" She spoke in a very excited and whimsical tone. Morrigan then saw the plate of cookies that were lying on the counter and took one to eat. She couldn't really digest it and use it for energy, but she could still taste it and feel the warm and soft cookie melt in her mouth. "Mmm...it tastes even better! What is your name missus? My name is Morrigan and it is my first day as an official agent."Location: Common Area
Interaction: Epiphany , Open

 

[Noble Scion]

The demon after wallowing in the seething mess of memories eventually elected to stand up once more as the strangely irritating notion of nothing happening simply accumulated. Sanguine Red grumpily stepped over to the kitchenette once more to make herself another cup of tea to calm her nerves and ease her impatience, but in the mean time, she felt the sudden urge to vent this aggression somehow, and the only target in range appeared to be a polite gorgon in the midst of baking.

"Clean up after yourself." The demon growled, pushing a small bag of flour out of the way, refilling the kettle with water before placing it upon one of the available stoves, flicking the temperature on and taking out a new cup, her yellow eyes and black sclera sharpening to daggers as her foul mood finally found an outlet. The red demon simply tapped the kitchenette with one of her blackened claws in impatience while awaiting the water to boil, her eyes never wavering from the gorgon in a rather discomforting way while her other hand rose up once more to nudge her glasses into a more comfortable position.

Another person that seemed to be a little too upbeat to her liking made their appearance soon after, and while Sang didn't say anything to them, they too were not spared from her seemingly aggressive looks from behind the small pieces of glass that were aiding her vision, as though their very joy was aggravating.

Her actions felt a bit too rude for no good reason, even for her, but she wasn't about to apologise for her behaviour, not after what she blamed the world for had done to her, this whole job of hers was just to help her get back on her feet until she could get back at the demon family that had led to her fall from grace anyway, it didn't mean much to her surface self, but the small level of logic she kept under lock and key was hoping beyond hope that she didn't mess this one up as well.

Epiphany Zaxs

 

[Epiphany]

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[/div][div class=statusText]Location: SMITED HQ, Barracks Common Area
Interaction: Open; principally with Morrigan and Sanguine but basically everyone
Tags: See post below [/div][/div][div class=title]Maia Sarif[/div][div class=text]
DergTheDergon
The red-headed Dragonkin girl seemed nice enough, and Maia was one of those women who had the feeding instinct. People who loved her cooking were automatically her best friends, while those who didn't were suspicious individuals to be wary of. Xaira's obvious enjoyment of the cookies and coffee meant the two would get along famously, she just knew it.

"Oh, I agree with you," she replied to Xaira's remarks about wanting some action. "Being idle gets people of all ages into trouble. Might as well use that energy constructively, and if we could help with disaster relief, I'm sure there are people who would appreciate it. But I have a suspicion we'll have more than enough work on our hands soon enough."

Fable
The demon's arrival didn't pass without notice but Maia didn't have much to say until he spoke up. His scorn was a bit more negative than she would have chosen to show but she found herself nodding along. Tristan had a point.

Plus, he took a cookie. His small wink was returned with a small smile.

Zaxs
Morrigan's arrival didn't pass without notice. The unusual woman at first received a curious look from Maia. And then a prolonged look of real scrutiny once the other woman approached. What was she? Maia had never seen anything like her before. The Gorgon's wine-colored eyes narrowed slightly at first, but there was an evident warmth in the leech-like lady and by the time Morrigan spoke, Maia had already softened a bit herself.

And then Morrigan took a cookie and praised it, which meant they were already going to be fast friends.

"It's nice to meet you, Morrigan," she replied as she finished putting another tray of cookies into the oven. Dusting her hands off on her apron, Maia reached out a hand to shake. "I'm Maia. Maia Sharif. And though I've been affiliated with SMITED for some time, this is also my first official assignment as one of their agents. We can be new together." A snake briefly coiled around Morrigan's arm, but lightly, the way someone might touch someone's arm for friendly emphasis.

Tarmagon r e i Phayne Birdsie Lexielai Ganymede Apathy StoneWolf18
"Why don't you have a seat? Meet some of the other agents here? Most of whom haven't bothered to introduce themselves." The Gorgon's eyes were fixed on Morrigan but her tone was pitched loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Noble Scion
When Sanguine invaded the kitchen to make her cup of tea, Maia at once scooted a little to make room for the other woman in here. While expecting to continue her conversation with Morrigan, the demon's sudden complaint abruptly took all of Maia's attention and she immediately reoriented herself to face the other woman in the kitchen. Two cerise eyes matched by dozens of tiny equally cerise eyes peered at Sanguine for a moment.

Then Maia smiled, brushed her hand off again on her apron and said, "Of course." And even as she spoke, one of her snakes took up a wet rag in the sink and touched up her baking area, even as another snake repositioned the flour bag, moving it so it would leave that space free while not being in peril of tipping over. "If you'd like, I can bring you your tea when it's done. Why don't you take a plate with you back to the couches for everyone else? As ways to make a good first impression, sharing baked goods with others is a better way to go than some other approaches."

There was a touch of implicit criticism there but Maia smiled as she said it, and her wine-colored eyes didn't look away from Sanguine's yellow and black eyes. The Gorgon then broke eye contact as she dipped her head slightly in a respectful nod of acknowledgement. "I'm Maia Sharif. It's a pleasure to meet you."[/div][div class=text][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=wrapper] background-color:#5e757c; box-sizing:border-box; color:#FFFFFF; display:inline-block; position:relative; width:100%; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=title] color: #262626; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:3em; font-style:italic; padding:0; text-shadow:0 0 1em; margin-bottom: 10px; [/class] [class=box] margin:2em 1em; padding:2px 4px 0px; position:relative; [/class] [class=boxBg] box-sizing:content-box; height:100%; pointer-events:none; position:absolute; width:100%; [/class] [class=boxBgLarge] top:0; left:-5px; padding:0 4px; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.35); [/class] [class=boxBgTall] top:-8px;left:3px; padding:8px 0; width:calc(100% - 8px); height:100%; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.25); [/class] [class=boxBgMedium] top:-4px; left:-1px; padding:4px 0; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.4); [/class] [class=boxInner] background-color: #5e757c; overflow:hidden; margin:0.5em; [/class] [class=statusBox] box-sizing: border-box; border-right: 3px dotted white; padding: 15px; float: left; max-width: 250px; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px; [/class] [class=text] padding: 0px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:0.8em; [/class] [class=statusText] font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75em; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class=characterPortrait] box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; border-radius: 20px; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=characterPortrait state=hover] opacity: 0.5 [/class]

 

[DergTheDergon]

Maia’s wise, kind and agreeable response caused Xaira to smile as she nodded in response to the Gorgon woman. There was no doubt left in the Dragoness’s mind that the Gorgon was rather experienced and learned in the ways of the world. Spend as many years as Xaira had in a sheltered cloister filled mostly with residents over a century or two old, and you begin to get rather good at spotting the type. Xaira had a feeling they’d be fast friends, especially if she kept supplying her with such delectable treats on the regular, which the Gorgon seemed to enjoy doing for as many folks as she could, if her self-supplied-and-ran baking operation here was any indication. Shooting a grateful smile and a nod at the Gorgon, Xaira returned to enjoying the delicious coffee she’d made, grateful for her words as much as her refreshments. The cerise-eyed woman was right: all that could be done for now was hold out for opportunity, and the atmosphere about the base made Xaira feel as though one was, thankfully, coming for her rather soon.
Epiphany

The sound of a scoff then drew Xaira’s questioning gaze, causing her own vision to pierce into the eyes of the Demonic man who then proceeded to say something that caused Xaira to frown for a moment. Mostly because she didn’t quite like his attitude about it all, but also because she couldn’t deny the possibility that HQ weren’t the ones disallowing them to help with the sorts of situations like the one currently being detailed on the news at all. “I admit you might have a point… I suppose we’ve just got to show them over time that they need us, thinking about it that way,” Xaira said, shrugging at the man.
Fable

Since the man didn’t seem to want further interaction at the moment, Xaira then found herself refocusing her attention onto Jasper, taking this moment to enact her cunning plan. Or at least, she felt she was being cunning as she went about demonstrating to him the strength of a Draconic hand. “Back at you, JT,” she said whilst applying her kind’s signature strength to the handshake. She smirked a as she saw him wince, nodding as he admitted she’d likely leave him in the dirt in a hand-to-hand fight with not magic, which Xaira felt she could tell upon looking at him. However, his magical aura suggested that he did have some tricks up his sleeve that, in a no-holds-barred contest, might be enough to turn the tables.

Funnily enough, just as she thought that, simultaneously loosening her grip upon his hand, her eyes shot wide open at the sudden surge of pressure from his own hand, that she couldn’t help but flinch out of surprise in reaction to. “I can see you don’t play fair… I’ll have to keep that one in mind. I respect that, though; I don’t either, if the situation calls for it.”

Flexing her hand after he let go and lowering it to her side as she recovered from his clever trick, Xaira smiled a bit wider than she had been before at his statement, complete with an offer. “The feeling's Mutual, JT; I think I’ll have to take you up on that one day. I’d like to see you keep up with me without your magic.”
Tarmagon

Xaira’s head then turned as Maia raised her voice just enough to announce the presence of thje rather unique-looking girl in front of her who seemed to have gone unnoticed thus far. “Huh, I guess it couldn’t hurt to say hi to the new girl, if you wanna join me,” she said to JT before crossing the room with a smile, approaching the greyish-skinned girl. “Hey there, name’s Xaira.” The Dragoness found her smiling a bit wistfully as she thought the girl must get some rather odd looks from folks, not to mention the things humans might do if they saw her. With her own clearly visible scales, horns and tail, she definitely knew the feeling.
Zaxs Tarmagon

 

[Fable]

Calling All Agents: DergTheDergon Birdsie Noble Scion Epiphany Ganymede Apathy r e i Tarmagon Zaxs Lexielai StoneWolf18 Phayne

Conversations were interrupted as overhead speakers in the communal areas buzzed to life before the familiar voice of Talora Reed - the Overseer at SMITED HQ - calmly spoke. "Attention Agents Lufaren, Poecilia, Ru, Tiegs, Wierveyn, Hawkins, Orion, Sarif, Red, Martin, Jiang, and Keran. You are all to report to Brief Room 105 for mission assignment in 15 minutes. Any agents who are late will suffer penalties."

She repeated the message only one more time to ensure that those being summoned heard her before the speaker snapped and turned off. Tristan scoffed to himself before taking a sip of his coffee, he obviously wasn't going on whatever little trip was planned. It was probably because it was a new mission with nothing to do with the previous one. He was still technically on that mission, but was taking over observation duties on the woman who was a person of interest.

"Best hurry rookies, Talora doesn't joke about those penalties. I'm still trying to walk off the last one," he joked, earning a punch in the arm from Lacily as she had gotten up as soon as she heard her name and was walking by him. All the punch did was make him laugh and give a small wave, "Have fun!"

Lacily turned to regard the rookies, they probably had no idea where they needed to go and she sighed openly. "If you haven't ever been to the briefing rooms, you can follow me. I highly suggest learning the layout of HQ quickly if you haven't because sometimes you don't get the leisure of a 15 minute warning."

With that she tucked her tablet under her arm and turned to leave. Either they followed, or they didn't. She casually strolled down a few hallways, out of the barracks area, walked along a concrete path towards a large pentagon shaped building that was the main building of the HQ base. She stepped past the automatic glass doors and inside the ground level there were a plethora of people; mundane and fantastical.

Nearly every person here was an agent, and only a handful could be spotted without the obvious SMITED armband or badge. Lacily went up to a security check point that looked similar to what one would find at an airport where bags and people were screened. She slid her badge into a reader and there was a chirp and blinking green light before she was waved through to proceed.

All the other agents following behind her, or reporting for the summons would have to do the same as well. Once past the checkpoint, Lacily went to an elevator. "I'll wait for everyone to catch up on the 5th floor, we can't all fit in one elevator," she stated before swiping her badge over a metal panel next to the elevator and the doors sliding open smoothly to allow passengers to enter. Once inside with whoever joined her in this elevator, she pressed the button for the correct floor and they went upwards.

The 5th floor was a maze of hallways which Lacily navigated with ease before stopping at a large conference looking room with a windowless door simply marked as 'Brief Room 105.' Inside Talora was already waiting, along with Maeralya and Taionia. Lacily took one of the many seats at the large semi-circle table that faced the projector screen on the wall that Talora and the others were standing in front of.

 

[Phayne]

Cain Hawkins
-The Scarecrow-
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What greeted Cain was largely unexpected, the variety of supernatural races that graced the commons with their presence was considerably overwhelming, much less the air of 'normality' that wafted past Cain like a comforting breeze. Rather than the awkwardness he had led himself to believe would be present, he was instead bearing witness to the plethora of races cohabiting with one another as if it was just the regular thing to do. Despite transcending the primitice level of 'mankind' and accessing the world of Magic, Cain was still only human on the inside and the sight of seeing these people often depicted as myths and legends in the flesh was still soul shaking. Among the supernatural that he had seen prior, many of them had often been involved in the 'underground fights' thus his only real first hand experience of their kind was often negative, only ever witnessing them in an adrenaline fueled state as they fought one another.

Cain gulped, stunned in awe as he simply watched everyone go on with their own task's, peacefully mingling among themselves regardless of who or what they were; though it wasn't long before his own arrival caught the attention of another; his temporary state of paralysis disappearing as eye contact was made between himself and Maia, the gorgon who seemingly ruled the kitchen as her serpents made quick and easy work of the several task's she presently took charge off. There it was, the look. Her raised brows easily translated as 'Shock'. Could she be blamed though? Epiphany

Reminded of his initial concerns, Cain turned his gaze away; scanning the room for any idle corner to slink into as he awaited further instructions. Not even the appetising aroma of baked cookies nor the mature scent of freshly brewed coffee could entice the Scarecrow away from his desired destination like it had done to the victims presently ensnared by it Such luxuries were no longer of importance to the 'living object', the lack of human bodily functions making those privileges nothing more than redundant. This defunct physiology he inhabited was by definition a double edged sword.

Target sighted, Cain maintaining a rather neutral expression had begun to walk towards a table at the far end of the room; listening to the chorus of conversations taking place as he meandered past individuals. Had he interjected in the current topic of note; Cain would have definitely been on the side opposing the idea of sending aide; many like him did not have a face for the public and even if they did, it was still possible that those who harboured ill feelings towards the supernatural would see this as an opportunity to nurture more animosity against them. One simple misstep or hiccup by a supernatural field agent and the press would have a field day and it seemed like he wasn't the only one who shared this sentiment. Sometimes the best way to help is to simply do nothing and in this case, that seemed to be the best route for them, at least that was Cain's two cents; his thoughts drawn away from securing the furthest table for himself as his name was called over the intercom. Cain sighed, doing a full 180 and turning towards the exit as the other agents called began to move as well. Fable

 

[June Verles]

Location: At the bottom floor waiting for the lift.
Interacting: Everyone else who's waiting for the lift.
Inventory:
Bagpipe
Some kind of alcohol

The only sound that could be heard through the recently inhabited room of Rory Red was a guttural, incredibly loud snore that was almost harmonic. The room was amazingly disorganized for someone who just had moved in, drawers were already hanging on the edge of the bed and plastic utensils and paper plates littered the landscape making it impossible to see the floor. The relative tranquilness of the scenery was broken as the sound of a speaker resounded the humble abode.

"Attention Agents Lufaren, Poecilia, Ru, Tiegs, Wierveyn, Hawkins, Orion, Sarif, Red, Martin, Jiang, and Keran. You are all to report to Brief Room 105 for mission assignment in 15 minutes. Any agents who are late will suffer penalties."

The intercom woke the man abruptly, as he snorted for air bewildered as if he was just defibrillated. He groans as he lets his face fall into his hands simply standing on the side of his bed basking in the small amount of light that shined through his closed curtains. He lets out a tired sigh before getting up and dressing in the uniform he was provided, ranting to himself in heavy Scottish Gaelic.

"(Go be our ambassador, they said, it'll be fun they said! Fuck me sideways and call me a goat... Why in the name of Ai'unia do I have to wear breeks?!)" as he struggled to squeeze into his jeans, continuing to curse his current predicament.

He soon later found himself in the HQ area, luckily for him, he managed to see the other agents being lead by Lacily. He scans his ID card as everyone else, unfortunately for him, he was too late to catch the first lift. He lets out a yawn and stretches a bit before turning to the rest of the group;

"Soo, ye mates had an eventful mornin'?"

 

[Tarmagon]

Jasper groaned as the speaker system came to life.

"Sounds like momma T is calling, " Jasper quipped as he reached out and swept his tools into his bag. "Best not to be late, or you'll get a spanking. Of course, if that's your thing, go ahead and be late, I'm not one to judge."

Picking up his bag, Jasper settled it over his shoulder before picking up his staff and making certain that the leather cover was secured over the blade before clipping it to the harness under his arm. Whistling quietly, he strode out of the common room, taking a moment to detour by his own room to swap bags before jogging over to the main building. Rather than take the elevator, once he cleared security Jasper made his way to the stairs, climbing quickly to the fifth floor. He knew the building layout was deliberately confusing in case of, incidents, but he still cursed the designers under his breath as he navigated to room 105.

"Tiegs present," Jasper said, slipping into an unoccupied seat. He knew better than to ask about the briefing to come, that was a mistake you only made once.

 

[Epiphany]

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[/div][div class=statusText]Location: Kitchen -> Briefing Room 105
Interaction: Morrigan, Xiara
Tags: DergTheDergon Zaxs [/div][/div][div class=title]Maia Sarif[/div][div class=text]At the announcement of their orders, Maia glanced up at the sound of the overhead speakers. Then, hearing the time frame for reporting, she immediately started packing away ingredients while eyeing the timer on the last batch. "Morrigan, why don't you go with Xaira there, she can help you find the briefing room. I'll be along in just a minute."

The Gorgon acknowledged Tristan's warning with a brief wave of the hand, all the while her snakes sealed up containers and disposed of dishes in the sink. Not enough time to truly clean the place but Maia had been a mother for decades. She had a lot of practice at rapid tidying up on a tight schedule.

Once the last tray was out to cool, Maia brushed her hands off on her apron before removing the garment. Then she washed her hands in the sink, dried them off with a towel hanging over the counter and headed out the door with two plates of cookies, one in each hand. Thankfully, she'd been here for a few days and had already familiarized herself with the layout. With her ID badge clipped to her dress, Maia crossed the concrete path to the main building from the barracks and danced her way in through sliding glass doors, grateful she didn't need her hands. Once more, her snakes were tucked beneath her concealing scarf and she almost looked human, if not for the blood-red eyes and faintly noticeable fangs when she smiled.

At the security checkpoint, Maia endured their scrutiny before leaving one of the two plates with the guards there. "Make sure you share with your friends," she said as her badge cleared her, smiling at any suspicion. "But if they have any allergies to nuts, probably best to not. I made this lot after doing one with walnuts."

By the time she reached the elevators, Maia arrived just in time to catch the second group heading up to the 5th floor. She promptly queued up with the rest of them and shuffled her way into the elevator once the doors opened, using her one free hand to smooth out a crease in her dress. Of course, once the elevator doors were closed, everyone inside was trapped with the scent of a warm plate of freshly baked cookies.

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