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            ( ⋇ ↘ )┊ AS the clock atop a metal desk ticked closer to 10:00, the more restless the rooms’ occupant grew. The Promethean paced her room, holding in her pale hands a sheet of paper so worn it could rip at the first quick pull. Vacant red eyes flicked between the scrawled note in her hands and the clock face, stalling for time. It had only been a few hours since she had received a memo regarding the days meet and greet, the Trainee’s that had displayed unique abilities finally being brought in a group to meet with the Specialists and begin their training. She was uneasy, uncomfortable with the idea of being in a room, surrounded by people and having to explain what made her a Specialist, and display some of her ability. While she was intrigued to see what some of the other Empowered could do, the prospect of having to take a turn in the spotlight made her want to just hole up in her room all day. Another glance down at the letter however, put a quick end to that dream, seeing a sentence of cursive scribbled onto the bottom of her memo, from the Director of OMNI, telling her that she needed to be there.

            Tinsley let herself sigh as she approached her desk, discarding the paper for a brush. As much as she may have wanted to avoid this, she knew that she couldn’t shirk this responsibility. Not only had she agreed to help this organization, OMNI, she couldn’t stand the thought of the people, the Trainee’s, being unable to protect themselves due to her absence. The thought weighed heavily upon her, attempting to swallow down her own discomfort as she attempted to make herself somewhat presentable. This entailed a very basic regime, brushing hair, washing face, checking stitches and nails were in their proper places, and brushing her teeth. This would usually take someone no time at all, but Tinsley was far from normal, having to take things slow, and gently to avoid breaking them.

            She exited her room with less than five minutes to spare to make it to the training room, starting a slow pace. As she walked, she wondered what she should say for an introduction, or what she should do for a display of her power. Just a look at her should make it obvious she wasn’t from this reality. She wracked her brain as she walked on auto pilot, into the room and straight to one of the far corners. Chairs had been pulled out for the gathering, and Tinsley selected one that sat in a small row, facing the much larger grouping of empty seats. Staring across the chairs, the Promethean tried to sink lower in her chair, not wanting to imagine all of those seats being filled, and facing her. She shifted, facing the wall as she pulled out a small travel sized pocket dictionary, the book well-worn from use. She filled through the pages, searching for the words introduction, and display, trying to figure out what she would do. How was she supposed to teach a group of strangers to defend themselves? She worried to herself.


            [[ooc: Probably one of the worst opening posts I've ever done, but let's get this started! :]]


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It's killing me, I swear I never cried this much.
CAUSE I NEVER KNEW LOVE WOULD HURT THIS BAD THIS IS THE WORST PAIN I'VE EVER HAD

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Gale Stalked the halls of the complex which would house him and the trainees for the next who-knows-how-long. Many of them he'd met in passing since he'd been on the retrieval teams for most, if not all of them. Today was to be the day he officially met them, he really didn't see what the point of this was. Knowing their names would only make it harder when they inevitably died in a fight in the coming months. He looked at the paper that had the instructions printed on it and gritted his teeth. He quickly balled the paper and tossed it aside. Maybe he just wouldn't go. Sure, the sheet of paper had told him that attendance was mandatory, but what could they do? Kick him out of OMNI? He was fine with that, he'd been on his own in the world, for a month after the Rift opening he'd been hunting for the thing that had killed Janessa. It'd been hell, but he survived, if he had to, he could do it again. His only worry was that DOOWR had been getting more bold in their 'research' and with that on his mind he couldn't very well leave OMNI, even if He had to fight alongside Rifters,He hated them, but they were needed, at least until they'd won this fight. He'd even been forced to room with one of them, Tinsley, a zombie of some sort, also the last person or thing to almost kill him in the last few months. He made his way towards the training room.

The room was lined with seats, OBviously the director was out of touch with his own organization, they didn't even have close to this many trainees. Still being in this room put him at ease. the faint scent of blood and sweat still lingered in the air, despite how hard they'd tried to clean up. He spied Tinsley peering through that pocket dictionary she carried around. He didn't make an attempt to talk to her, he merely sat at the end of a row of chairs and waited, soon the trainees should show up, hopefully there was at least some promise among them.


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Located: Training room
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I am here: Meeting hall
I am with: Zombie girl. Human man is nearby
I feel: Why is she studying a dictionary?



Camellia had been looking forward to today for some time. She'd get to meet and investigate the others at this facility. Sure, she'd gotten a quick look at most of then while exploring in her small, natural size, and then being invisible always helped. But yeah, talking to them. That would be a first. She whizzed through the halls; most she passed by would probably mistake her for a large bug. Did this earth have flying bugs that we're four inches tall? Well, before the rift? She'd have to ask someone about that later.

As Camellia flew through the halls, she wondered what these people's stories were like. She had to assume that a fair number of them had fought against the evils from the rift like her, whether they were from there or not. But there was apparently another threat: DOOWR. Camellia had doubts that a group of humans could pose more of a threat than the rift itself, when this dimension couldn't even combat the rift without using stuff from it, like Camellia herself.

Eventually, Cam made it to the big assembly hall where they'd all be meeting. There were two people already here, both specialists. She was tempted to go see the human, but the zombie lady was reading something. Growing curious, Cam fluttered over and hovered near her shoulder. Peering down at the worn pages, Cam saw that it was a dictionary. Well, that wasn't what she'd been expecting. Fluttering to a more comfortable distance, above the next chair over, she said, "Hm. I uh, was expecting a book." Well, a dictionary was a book, sort of. "The kind that tells a story, anyways."







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            ( ⋇ ↘ )┊ Tinsley scoured the small book for some explanation of what she was expected to do here. What in the hell was an introduction or display really? The dictionary gave her only so much to go on, the former being easy enough, simply giving her name should suffice. The latter however, would prove to be infinitely more difficult. What was she supposed to show off? Her strength and durability were certainly things others were frequently surprised of when she accidentally showed them off, but would this place be safe for her to display her affinity with electricity? Taking a look around, the Promethean doubted it. Looking back to her book to reread the definition of display, Tinsley went back to the drawing board.

            The Promethean was in no way the most observant individual here, only alerted to someone else’s presence in the room when the sound of a chair sounded in the quiet space. Tinsley turned her head just enough to peek around the brown hair that framed her face, curious to see who else had wandered into the room. At the sight of the human Tinsley froze, her vacant red eyes staring at him. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the human, being forced to room with him had done nothing to ease her discomfort around him. With most people, Tinsley was awkward around, but with this human, it was different. Not only had this been the being that had brought her into OMNI, but this was also the human that she had nearly killed. The Promethean hadn’t meant to be so violent with the male, but the chaos from emerging through the rift had confused her. It made sense to her that because of their past experience, he wouldn’t like her. But rooming with him made the situation that much more awkward. She wanted to apologize, but wasn’t sure how to begin. It didn’t seem to help any that he seemed to have a hatred for beings from the rift either. So she had settled with avoiding him for the most part, to try and keep that sullen look off of his usually intense expression. At least until she could figure out how to make it up to him.

            It wasn’t uncommon for Tinsley to stare at others, either observing them, or lost in her own thoughts. It was probably a bit of both, finally looking back to her dictionary. Despite how unapproachable the other looked, Tinsley wanted to ask him about the meet and greet, maybe to get an idea from what he was going to do. She opened her mouth to ask him, "Mr. Sum" a voice over her shoulder suddenly spoke, the syllables in her throat dying. The Promethean stiffened in her seat, almost ripping the dictionary in her surprise. It was rare to see her emote, though the surprise was apparent in her wide eyes. Tentatively, Tinsley glanced at the source of the sound, blinking in confusion at the sight of a small winged woman, saying something about her book. Tinsley stared at the creature, knowing immediately she wasn’t from this reality, she was also trying to figure out why she looked so familiar. At the mention of a story, Tinsley quickly adverted her gaze, redirecting it back to the now crinkled pages of the dictionary. “Story?” The brunette questioned softly, turning the pages until she could find the definition for the word, unsure what the other had expected.

            The definition wasn’t quite what Tinsley had thought, not sure if explaining why she carried the dictionary would count as a story. “This is…” Tinsley started to try and explain herself, but trailed off, pausing before trying again. “This helps me understand stories.” Her explanation was short and direct, glancing back to the small, flying woman. “You look…familiar….” Now the Promethean undivided attention was on the woman, an unblinking stare leveled right at her. Tinsley shifted, leaning a tiny bit closer to her to get a better look at her tiny features. “What are you?” Without thinking, Tinsley blurted out her question, intrigued over the identity of both this woman’s identity, and her species, not to mention if she was one of the Specialists here, or a Trainee.



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It's killing me, I swear I never cried this much.
CAUSE I NEVER KNEW LOVE WOULD HURT THIS BAD THIS IS THE WORST PAIN I'VE EVER HAD

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I am here: meeting spot or whatever
I am with: dictionary girl
I feel: still curious



Camellia had not expected this woman to be full of surprises. But she was! She didn't know what a story was. Well, thinking about that logically, her limited vocab was probably why she carried around a dictionary. That answered one question, but raised another. Why hadn't she learned those words? The woman had looked up story in her dictionary while Cam pondered, and then gave a response. "That's an awfully pretty way of putting it. I like that." Of course, now her question. "But, why don't you already know these words? Surely you encountered them before now, right?" Amnesia maybe? Maybe. Cam would just wait until the woman responded.

Damn, another surprise. Cam looked familiar. "Do I? I've changed my appearance a few times over my lifetime, but I suppose I've had this one for over two hundred years. I think I'd remember the stitches if I'd seen you before though." Unfortunately, everyone looked a little familiar to Cam. She's seen and talked to countless faces, so a lot of them kind of blended together in her long memory. The stitches though. She hadn't met too many with those all over.

Then she leaned closer and asked what she was. Cam always thought it was really easy to guess what she was, especially when she was this size. She floated down to sit on the seat, and grew. She went from four inches to sixty five in about two seconds. Her wings, fluttering before, were now folded and pressed flat against her back. "I'm fae. A fairy, if you're more familiar with that term." Camellia paused as she finished, and then realized that this was as good a time as any for introductions. "As for who I am, my name is Camellia Lariviere, and I am a specialist here. What about you? What and who might you be?"







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Go hard gettin' busy wit it
But I got such a good heart
I'll make a ******** wonder if he did it
Damn right and I'll do it again
Cuz I am right so I gots to win
Break break wit the enemy
But no matter how many cats I break bread wit
I'll break who you sendin' me

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"When'd they start givin' rent-a-cops guns? I was expectin' pepper spray and maybe a flashlight." Said the dark skinned, breathless girl as she patted down the trapped security guard. He was unconscious, his mouth sealed shut with a large wad of cloth, a strip of tape holding it in place. Both arms remained tied behind his back, and he had been forced to remain on his knees as the woman took anything she found of use from his person. "Oh? What's this here? An ID? Lemme see this." Chuckling, the girl flipped through the man's wallet, ignoring the money within and focusing upon the man's identification and photos. "James Dean? I'm sure you're probably thinkin', 'what's this girl gonna do to me?'. Lucky for you, the answer is nothing...as long as ya listen up and listen good. Nod if you don't wanna die today." The girl waited until the guard nodded frantically. "Good. Good. Nod if you wanna make it back to the pretty little girl in this picture?" The girl removed a photo from the guard's wallet, one that appeared to be of him and a small child, assumable his daughter. The guard nodded again, attempting to speak through his gag. Immediately, he felt immense pain as the girl's fist connected squarely with his jaw. "Did I tell you to talk, James? All I told you to do was nod. You're not bein' a very good listener. Poor little girl, gonna lose a parent because daddy can't follow directions. Let's try this one more time. Nod if you want to see your little girl again." This time, the guard responded as directed. "There we go. Now listen up, I'm keeping this ID of yours. So if you don't do what I say, I want ya to remember. With this, I know exactly where ya live and where ya work. If ya do listen, you'll never hear from me again."

Smiling, Jacqueline watched as the guard informed the others on the search that their target had taken his gun an escaped into the nearby department store. As they moved to track her down, she traveled in the opposite direction. Or, at least she attempted to. With the adrenaline from recent events finally draining away, Jacqueline realized how injured she truly was. When she took a step, pain shot up her left leg, causing her to fall to one knee. [********, whatever. I can rest here." Sighing loudly, the girl dragged herself to a nearby wall, avoiding windows as she went. "Seriously...how the hell did that happen?" Now sitting comfortable against the wall, Jacqueline laughed to herself, both enjoying and annoyed by the havoc that took place. Her newest job was simple. Take information from one place to another. However, it quickly became complicated when someone recognized her and called the authorities. Not only did they arrive, it appeared that another human being had gotten word of the situation and decided to intervene. This, Jacqueline was used to, but it was the first time that she faced an enemy with powers. In the end, she managed to kill him and escape into a nearby warehouse, but she sustained multiple injuries in the process. "Wait...now that I'm thinkin' about it, why would a warehouse guard have actual weapons? The other one's too." Now curious, Jacqueline rose to her feet, breaking off the handle of a nearby broom to use as a cane. Slowly, she made her way to the main section of the warehouse, careful to avoid the few remaining guards that hadn't been led away from the search. Upon finding an unsealed storage container, Jacqueline looking inside, wondering why there was such a large amount of security. Upon seeing what was inside, Jacqueline had only one thing to say. "s**t."
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Ain't never gave nothin to me
But every time I turn around
Cats got they hands out wantin' somethin' from me
I ain't got it so you can't get it
Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it
Hit it wit full strength

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            ( ⋇ ↘ )┊ A few times since she had been here, Tinsley had been warned against staring at others. It did little to stop her however, her gaze now glued to the pretty little woman she was so interested in. Not only was her origins and position here intriguing to the Promethean, the way the other spoke was interesting alone. While Tinsley wasn’t socially inclined, it didn’t mean she disliked listening to others, especially when they sounded so articulate like this one. Though the subject matter had her blink slowly, processing the two questions. It usually bothered Tinsley to be asked things, but these questions weren’t so bad, if she thought about it. Tinsley looked to the pocket dictionary briefly. “I have heard them…but I never really wondered…what all those words meant until now.” To someone else, Tinsley wasn’t sure if her words made sense, she’d never really had to explain herself in the past like this.

            Red eyes shifted back onto the woman when she spoke again, giving the brunette a rather large umber and a bit about changing her appearance. If she had it in her, her face would have shown surprise. But before she answered her curiosity, she switched the topic back onto her. At the mention of the stitches Tinsley instinctively turned her face away, reaching up to touch the X stitched across her face. She frequently forgot how others might view her appearance, not that she could help it any. Tinsley looked back to the woman as her size suddenly started to change, growing to be a full size humanoid. The Promethean couldn’t keep her eyes off the woman, able to know see all of her features much easier.

            Tinsley nodded slowly as the mysterious woman finally answered her questions, having heard of the fae and fairies before, but never seeing one in person. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but she was sure it wasn’t this, pleasantly surprised. “Oh.” Was all the brunette uttered at the explanation, having no reason to doubt a word this woman said. Tinsley could have been happy with that information alone, but the introduction of Camellia kept the stitched woman’s attention. She doubted she could remember the name, but did her best to commit it to her memory.

            Camellia’s question was fair, in her mind. It was only right that after giving her name, she would expect Tinsley to do the same. But the “what”, bothered her, her eyes darting away to glance to the door, suddenly not wanting to be here. It was complicated, the answer not usually getting favorable reactions. “I’m Tinsley. A specialist too.” She paused, purposefully not looking at her. “I’m a Promethean. I’m the culmination of…seven women…raised from the dead…and given an artificial soul.” The answer was drawn out, the brunette trying to give the most direct, and honest answer she could, without making it sound too terrible.



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It's killing me, I swear I never cried this much.
CAUSE I NEVER KNEW LOVE WOULD HURT THIS BAD THIS IS THE WORST PAIN I'VE EVER HAD

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              The shrill sound of an alarm clock was quickly silenced with a mechanical crunch, being crinkled in an amalgamation of metal and plastic. The man that had just been just slouched low in an office chair before a desk stacked high with files of manila folders and envelopes glowered angrily at what remained of his alarm clock. “The hell are these things made of? Cheap piece of crap….” He grumbled in annoyance as he dumped the chuck into the trashcan by the desk, standing up and raising his arms over his head in a stretch. For what felt like a year, Cecil had been at this desk, sorting through personal files, expenditure spreadsheets, information readouts, and blueprints. He had been looking forward to today, and attempted to get in a quick fifteen minute nap before going to participate in the meet and greet. He had hated pushing it back this long, but it couldn’t be helped, not with everything else he’d been handling.

              After stretching to wake himself up, the director of OMNI walked around his desk, and out of the office. He was thankful to see a file clerk waiting for him outside, handing him a steaming cup of coffee and jabbering out things. Cecil drank eagerly as he listened, thankful that he could leave some of the busy work to people that were much more accustomed to it. As he devoured the offered caffeine, he listened to the report the other quickly gave him, filling him in on things he didn’t want to wait to read through a memo. Considering that today would allow him out from behind the desk Cecil was in a relatively good mood, until he received word about a disturbance in New York. By the sounds of it, it was definitely an Empowered. This soured his mood instantly. He would have to send out a retrieval team, interrupting his grand plan of a meet and greet. This was just his luck, he thought in annoyance.

              Cecil listened patiently through the entire report, quickly turning and making his way through the halls. A quick stop at the mess hall was in order, the man grabbing an entire pot of coffee to take on his way to the dormitories. As annoyed as he was that the Trainees were dragging their feet in attending this mandatory meeting, Cecil was sure they’d straighten up after this, he’d see to that. Cecil didn’t slow in his pace as he turned sharply to face a door, shoving it open without a word of warning or a knock. He came to a stop a foot into the room, a stern glance around the room quickly locating the inhabitant of the room. Standing in the same spot he had left them yesterday, was a younger woman with short white hair. Cecil hadn’t had very many dealings with this Clone, but he had summarized from their file that they were the sort to respond to directives. Usually, Cecil would have enjoyed this quirk of a person’s personality, but not when it meant he had to fetch them. “My name is Cecil Oda. I run OMNI, the group you’re now a part of. Come with me to the mandatory meet and greet.” His tone was a mix of a bark and growl, more often than not sounding gruff when he spoke. Today was no exception of this. He did pause long enough however, to introduce himself, and let this individual know who she was dealing with. He hadn’t met personally with very many of the Trainee’s, though he had combed through their files extensively.

              Cecil kept an eye on the female as he moved out of the way of the door, making sure she was indeed following him. As much as he wanted to commend the others ability to follow orders, the stipulation of it bothered him. At the moment though, there was nothing he could do about it, so he tried not to worry about it. More things at the moment took precedence in his mind. He led her quietly into the training room, pausing to see some of the Specialists already present. The rest were gone, leaving him to stare at rows and rows of empty chairs. “The hell is everyone else doing?” He snapped loudly to the mostly empty room. He wasn’t surprised to see Summers here, one of the other Specialists that gravitated toward the combat field, he had a respect for the mans convictions. He was surprised however to see the Fairy and Promethean here so soon, though he was pleased to see them apparently getting along. The mans hazel eyes narrowed as he glanced at the clone. “Go take a seat somewhere, settle in, we’ll be starting soon.” He didn’t intend to sound angry at the female, in truth more annoyed at all of the empty seats. He didn’t wait to see if she complied or not before he stepped to the side of the room reserved for Specialists, dragging a chair with him.

              “It’s good to see some of you can read a damn clock.” He spoke bitterly, dropping the chair with a clatter. He gripped the back of it, holding onto it with his free hand. His gaze shifted to Summers, raising the coffee pot to take a drink. “I hope you’re rested up.” His comment was as close to sarcasm as he could get. “There’s word of an Empowered running around New York, it just came in a few minutes ago. Multiple elemental abilities and violent tendencies are what we know so far, though we don't know the how's. Think about who you’re going to take with you.” Cecil had entrusted this man with the retrieval department, responsible for going out and bringing back Empowered or Rifters. So far he’d done well, but Cecil was concerned, his gut giving him a weird feeling with this one.

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I am with: people
I feel: what happen



As the two magical women stared at each other, Camellia was beginning to suspect that her new acquaintance here was just as curious as Cam as she was about her. Which was a good thing! Probably. They could trade information about themselves and become friends. Having some companionship during this ordeal would be good. Especially from one so interesting. With her next response, the mystery kind of only deepened. Another question rose in response. "What changed? Did the opening of the rift make you want to expand your vocabulary?" It sounded kinda unlikely, but hey, now she was working with people and was part of this OMNI group.

Mentioning the stitches seemed to make her self conscious. She turned away and felt the stitches. Knowing what it was like to have a body you weren't fond of, Cam tried to cheer her up, and maybe boost her confidence a bit. Cam told her, "There's no need to feel embarrassed about them. You're very pretty, and the stitches do nothing to change that."

Wow, this woman, Tinsley apparently, was really trying to see how accepting Camellia could be today, wasn't she? The idea of what Tinsely was kinda horrifying. All about natural things, necromancy wasn't something she agreed with. "Well, I uh . . ." What was she supposed to say, "you're bad and you should feel bad?" She already kinda seemed to feel bad, or at least know that what she was wasn't really the best thing around. And again, Cam went back to that point with the stitches. Cam was assuming Tinsley didn't chose to be what she was. And on top of that, most people probably didn't understand that. In that context, it was something Cam understand pretty well. "Well. I uh, can't say I like what you are, but I doubt you had a say in it, and I refuse to hold it against you." Best to be honest and upfront about it, right? Probably? Yeah she probably could have just not said that.

Cam sat there silently, looking down for a second or two longer before suddenly turning back to Tinsley. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the director entering and yelling. Perhaps he expected more than three people to be here before him. Cam contemplated the pros and cons of making a bunch of illusionary people appear in all of the seats, but quickly decided against it.

Camellia watched as the man walked over to the other male in the room, informing him about a situation in New York. That was a large human city, if Camellia recalled correctly. She kinda wanted to something, and probably would have, but she wasn't quite sure what to say. In the end, she just stared at the two men and waited for more words to be said.







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"Listening is such a simple act. It requires us to be present, and that takes practice, but we don't have to do anything else...."




Kailani was in her dragon form, flying over the ocean and spotting the storms she was sent to stop. They seemed to come from a human city, converging to a certain point. The storms were erratic and defied normal patterns. They weren't as strong and lasting as rift storms, but rather were in short bursts and died out until another formed just moments later. The dragonkin returned to her normal vision and flapped her wings harder, speeding towards the human city like a bullet through the sky.

Arriving at the human city she changed to a much more humble and mobile form. Her humanoid form made it easier to move around and harder for her to be caught. Landing at the top of the highest tower, the worked on stopping the rift storms, while keeping a watchful eye for the smaller more erratic storms in the city. Once the rift storms have calmed, she followed the strange bursts of mini tornadoes, concluding that it came from a quickened or from a creature from her home dimension. Perhaps it was her brother, but she quickly dismissed the thought, wishing with all her might that it wasn't him. She leapt off the building and opened her wings, pressing a button on her wristwatch to send a message to the headmaster. She put the watch close to her lips.

"Headmaster. This is Kailani speaking. The rift storms have been stopped. However, I believe there may be a quickened or a Rifter causing most of the smaller and more lethal storms in the city. I am tracking them now and request backup for detainment."

She continued to watch until she was close enough to see the perpetrator. It was a young girl, a child really. She seemed injured. She called for backup, but how long would it take them? Kailani hoped they would arrive soon and made sure not to lose track of the girl, as well as keeping her hearing keen. There might be DOOWR around.





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Go hard gettin' busy wit it
But I got such a good heart
I'll make a ******** wonder if he did it
Damn right and I'll do it again
Cuz I am right so I gots to win
Break break wit the enemy
But no matter how many cats I break bread wit
I'll break who you sendin' me

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Monsters of all shapes and sizes were locked away were locked away in the warehouses containers. Some looked similar to animals Jaq was very familiar with. Dogs, cats, raccoons, something akin to a small bear, a tank of water holding jellyfish, and other such creatures. However, in other containers, there were creatures that Jacqueline couldn't have imagined. There was one that looked like a ball of flesh with hundreds of protruding tentacles poking out from it's center mass. Another creature was little more than a floating brain with eyes in places where they did not belong. "The ******** is up with this place?" It didn't take very long for Jacqueline to figure out what was going on. These were creatures from the other side. Monsters that had crossed over from the rift and were subsequently captured. "Always wanted to do some monster huntin'. Might be enough to make a new longsword." Smiling to herself, Jacqueline went to the warehouse doors, checking to make sure that there we no guards just outside. Thankfully, there was yet another storm brewing, which would hopefully cover up the noise she was about to make. She had been making use of the unpredicted storms that had begun to crop up in town recently, as she would wait for them to appear before making her next move. While the populace was busy dealing with the destruction of weather, Jacqueline did some destruction of her own. Satisfied that the rumbling wind and pouring rain would cover up her actions, Jacqueline closed the warehouse doors, locking them as well. Then she returned to the first open container than held a monster within. Without a word, she pointed her gun at what she assumed was the creature's head and pulled the trigger.

Jacqueline repeated this process at each and every container, easily executing the monsters being held within. The girl had heard tales of the monsters, been told of how dangerous they were. "Not much of a threat when they got ya locked up in cages." She muttered, putting a bullet in the skulls and brains of the monsters. Not only that, she also made sure to kill the animals she recognized as well. They might have been normal animals, but Jacqueline was unsure of if they truly were as innocent and normal as they appeared. The animals were under the same restrictions as the rest.Perhaps they were normal? Or monsters in disguise? Jacqueline would take no chance. Once assured that every creature and animal was no longer living, she decided that going a little overboard would be the best solution. So she placed her hand upon one container, watching as the flames began to form around her open palm. She left her hand on the containers side until it was engulfed. "And now for the fun." With a burning blaze created, Jacqueline was able to take bits of fire from inferno and toss is across the room as she so desired. There was possibly even more test subjects and monsters in the building that Jacqueline hadn't found, so she decided on the proper way to deal with the situation. Burn the entire building to the ground.
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Ain't never gave nothin to me
But every time I turn around
Cats got they hands out wantin' somethin' from me
I ain't got it so you can't get it
Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it
Hit it wit full strength

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Aeris laid in the bed of the room provided to her, staring in depth at the ring on her finger. It was given to her around two years ago when the person she loved most passed away. Something inside her knew they were never coming back and this is what they left behind to her. No matter all the things she knew about the ring she could never know why he wanted her to have it. It's like he took his plan to his grave. Which from what she knew lay within a particularly red person. Even so there was nothing she could do. Not all the power in all of the cosmos was going to make this reverse. back. Especially since something inside her knew he did it on purpose. Which made her tear up a bit. He was her best friend, lover, and only true confident. Even though she knew he didn't see her in just the same way, even so they were close.

Once she was done sulking, she decided it was time to get up for the day for her newest endeavor to pass the time. Even though this job was only really her second job. Sadly she was unable to do too much work for her first one due to being trapped in this dimension, she could at least gather information and send it to her boss. Otherwise she would focus on the task at hand, now being a specialist at this base for a group called OMNI. She would be teaching their new recruits Teleportation, Dimensional Travel, and Battle Tactics, which she figured would be useful skills to know in battle. Even so she also planned to help any other 'students' with mental abilities like her own, since if anyone knew how difficult they could be to master it was her. She stood and let her magic take form of the revealing purple and black ensemble they forced her to wear. She hated this outfit so much and wished her powers weren't so strange. She then realized it was about time for her to show up to the strange 'meet and greet' ritual they insisted on having. Aeris personally saw no point in it, they really should have began training already. Even so, it wasn't hers to say or dictate so she digressed.

Since she didn't have to walk there she teleported to a seat in the front row of the section of chairs for the specialists, which a few of them were already there, but it's not like it mattered anyways. She then sat there quietly and opened a small portal and pulled out the book "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. She decided she'd just pretend to listen and get any info she actually needed later on. Since for right now, this was all just a trivial game of introductions.


Where am I? The Meet and Greet

Who am I with? The other specialists

What am I feeling?Bored

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Small crystal like droplets, were forming upon the flesh showing generously through the outfit worn by the young female, strings of fiery red hair that escaped from the pony tail hanging on her back, stuck to her wet forehead, giving it a seemingly sight as though it was burning by flames, and her breathes were coming out with smaller gaps. All were results of her extensive workout the lady was putting herself through for a while due to the waiting forced upon her until the foolish event of 'meet and greet'. Currently, Dawn, was exercising pushing up her body off the floor, her right hand stubbornly held behind her back and only her left palm set on the floor, lonely in her strain of holding the girl's weight, the arm folding and straightening fully each time as her voice counted between gritted teeth. "47...48...49...50", she announced with triumph, allowing herself finally to rise from her position up, stretching to the full height, all 5''2 feet of her.
Dawn groaned with satisfaction as she released the tension from her muscles as she looked for a nearby clock, telling her she delayed enough and the time has finally come.
With that, Dawn went to the bathroom attached to the room and shed her clothing to the floor like leaves falling at autumn and entered the shower, letting the clear water wash away the filth of her sweat down her naked form. At a single moment, Dawn hesitated before she proceeded her cleaning, as her hand came upon where her heart biting, knowing well without even giving it a look, that she was covering fully the only sign she had ever imprinted upon herself, the shape of a black small hand print, a size far too small to belong an adult. The human's expression hardened, but by the next time she took a breath, it melted away, and she continued with out halting a second time.

At long last, clean and dry, her nudity hidden beneath whatever undergarments she first laid her hand on, she walked confidently and doubtless to the side of her bed, not only counting on her memory but knowing the item she looked for was resting untouched by others the same place she last left it. The moment the girl's fingers touched the metal jewelry, the blue stones upon it lit up bright from deep inside, as though it was recognizing an old friend. Dawn slipped the strange bracelet over her wrist, and as soon as it was placed, the device locked around it and began transforming.
Within a blink of an eye it expended, looking as though her own skin was colored dark, racing from her hand to the other, moving down her chest and racing over her legs, until it solidified incompletely into a full suit in shades of gray that was cut from time to time with bright orange or blue, covering her literally from head to toe as it was added with a look-alike of a hair bow.

A small smirk tugged the soft lips up with satisfaction, as Dawn could feel immediate affects of the device as she rolled her head aside, releasing a few clicks from her neck before repeating it with her knuckles. "Now let's see what this place really has to offer", she muttered to herself with anticipation as she opened the door separating her from what was outside and walked without a hurry to the destination.

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Please keep inbound data traffic in the lower lanes.
You bear low-priority interrupt
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Twenty five hundred thousand, seven hundred, and thirty two seconds. This is how long the silver haired woman stood in place, standing perfectly motionless as she observed her surroundings. The tiles on the floor, the amount of dust on the bedding, the steps that she heard stride past just outside of the door. Everything was taken note of, counted, and stored away deep within the woman's memories for later use. As time passed, the woman listened as she heard more steps approaching. "Judging by the sound, I believe it is the man that leads OMNI." She said aloud, her voice having little to no inflection of emotion to it. She sounded like a woman reading from a script with the highest level of disinterest humanly possible. Her words were soon proven to be correct when the green haired male opened the door, requesting that she follow him. His words sounded more like an order, but his every word would fall on deaf ears when talking to the silver haired woman, whose only response was to stare blankly at him while he spoke, her eyes closing and opening at regular intervals; once every four seconds. However, the woman's direct supervisor had given her instructions the previous night, one that required her to follow the orders of others if she deemed them reasonable. And following the leader of OMNI to another room was more than a reasonable request. So, without a word, she followed the male through the halls, stepping into the meeting area upon their arrival.

When she was told to sit, the woman did indeed follow orders. She approached the nearest chair and sat down...seemingly unconcerned with the fact that the chair was near the door, facing the wall. Someone had likely been cleaning recently, and moved the chair aside and absentmindedly forgot to put it back. The silver haired woman saw no problem with this position, and remained there quietly for several minutes. Under normal circumstances, she would have remained there until ordered to move, but her attention was focused upon something else. Her eyes moved to the side, now staring at the woman that teleported into the meeting room. The woman's burning red hair, physique, and general features were compared to past memories. Seconds later, the silver haired woman was on her feet, quickly walking towards the other, stopping once she was standing directly in front of her. "Master Aeris." She said, bowing lightly. "I apologize for not speaking to you sooner. You are difficult to recognize when fully dressed. Or, as close to being fully dressed as you are capable of becoming." Her tone was still as blank as before, not even the slightest hint of emotion in her words.
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Don’t take task from less level-headed
than you are. For me, that rules out humanity.
Go back to slings, swords and profanity.
Got all your low-orbit cannons and mechs
repossessed. I’m shutting down this interface next.

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