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Jack of All Trades

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  1. JUNE 17TH, 2030, 10:04 P.M. LOCATION: ROME, NOVAROMA... After a long day of arriving in Rome, seeing some sights, and meeting the Triumvirate, the sun had at last set over the City of Light. However, in the dark of night, where the sun's eyes could not see, all was not well in Rome tonight. HOTEL Initially, the reservation was meant for eleven people in total. Austin, hoping to make his funds stretch for this mission as best he could, had gone for the most cost-efficient option he could work out that didn't sacrifice the comfort of the team. That meant dividing everybody into four suites with three beds each. This also meant one bed was left empty, but as much as Austin didn't like the conspicuous "one empty spot" situation, it was more cost-efficient due to a mass reservation package the hotel offered. Fortunately for him, a new, twelfth face was added to the mix later that same day. And fortunately for Avis, hotel arrangements were made for the night, as there just so happened to be a spare bed among the rooms Austin had reserved. In one of those four suites, beds had been claimed up by Dayna, Tsurumi, and Sita. While the latter two had whatever conversation they may or may not have been having, the former was holding betwixt her fingers, a long, silver hair. The very same one she had retrieved from Air Force Zero's break-in. And standing across the suite's kitchen from her was Austin, brewing a pot of coffee, listening in on what Dayna had to say. "Pinning anything down with so little to work with was a chore, and to be frank, I'm surprised I got it figured out this fast." "Good work getting some information on our trespasser. What're we dealing with?" "A psychic, obviously. Seems to be a male in his early thirties, Chinese-Japanese heritage, if not origin. Since all I've got is a single hair, I'm having some trouble feeling out what he can do, aside from the hair thing Tom and Geri told us about. Based on the descriptions of the break-in however, we can assume he's also capable of teleportation or perhaps phasing through matter. Anything else I could tell you is just educated guesswork, but--" Dayna was cut short by the suite door slamming open, and Fay bursting into the room. "Team, we've got trouble and no time to explain, all hands on deck, parking lot, like right now!" Tsurumi scrambled up from her position lying on the bed, hastily trying and failing to peel a gelatin mask off of her face, "Like, violent trouble?? Or did someone spill our takeout?" "MIRROR trouble, May and I just saw one of their top dogs on our way back from the store with some people I don't recognize, get up and get those feet moving!" "SHIT FUCK WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE" Tsurumi extended a hand toward Sita, and the moment Sita took her hand Tsurumi's body began to fold. End over end, creasing and turning impossibly until she was nothing more than a small hair ornament, in the shape of a butterfly. "We'll cover you guys from up above," Sita said, opening the nearby window. It was the best compromise. She certainly wasn't about to run away, but she wasn't much of a frontline fighter either, not to mention Tsurumi seemed to have no intention of participating up close and personal. By providing support from on high, it kept both girls away from the heat of the up-close stuff, and also wasn't a retreat of some sort. Besides, this was just the kind of thing she'd signed up for! The suite containing most of the rest of the team would likewise find themselves met with May suddenly bursting in, but those who had gotten to know the twins might have just assumed it was a normal May entrance until she opened her mouth. "Parking lot, now, we've got hostiles!" As the twins ushered the team down two flights of stairs, Fay notably stayed behind in the hotel lobby as the rest of the team stepped out into the parking lot of the hotel. There would the team find two members of the group Stalag and Sita had encountered at the Colosseum, now in the presence of three other women. Hand tensed near his suit jacket, Austin was the first to address the group. "Shouhi Aki, I presume." "Mm?" The woman in the gothic clothes turned, staring Austin dead in the eyes. "Then you must be connected to that mole of ours. We were conducting our own business that didn't involve her, but if you're here, surely you know where she is. Hand her over. We can make it a worthwhile exchange, I assure you." "Like hell we're gonna treat Fay like currency!" May spat. Without waiting for further negotiations or the failure thereof, she immediately reached into her dress, procuring a small person made of clay, then throwing it on the ground in front of her. And upon contact, it grew three sizes in just as many blinks of an eye, becoming less of a clay figure and more of a clay golem. "Very well. Have it your way. Twins, cover me. Nyx, Camille, how about you show me what you're capable of?" "Yes, ma'am!" WARRIORS OF DARKNESS Nyx raised her hands, prompting the night's shade to gather and solidify in front of the hotel doors, behind the team. With their only real escape route cut off, she pulled her hands back, and so too did the wall suddenly pull back, toward her and the rest of the MIRROR gathering, fully intent to take the team with it. Her cohort, for her part, was less the type to bring others to her and more the type to bring herself to them. As evidenced by her crouching low, then pouncing, headed straight for Stalag, seeing as he was the largest and thus the easiest target. MUSEUM OF RELIGIOUS HISTORY CLOSED HOURS: TUE-FRI: 7AM-11PM SAT-MON: 8AM-9PM "This is a pretty long smoke break," John said between drags, looking at the sign hanging on the museum door. Ah, yes. A "smoke break." Which turned into a nighttime stroll around the neighborhood with his good friend Neal. Which, of course, was a cover-up for the real goal of the night. At first, John was going to tag along either way - not into the museum of course, but at least up to the premises - simply to see if the thief could pull off whatever he was after here. But, his curiosity wound up getting the better of him. What sorts of gadgets would a thief have in their arsenal? He wanted to make something like that. And so... "Do not lose this," he said, handing a device to Neal. "Or else we'll both get fired, deported, and sent to prison. In that order, if we're lucky." The device in question? To the average onlooker, and perhaps the average user, it was just a grappling hook. A very fast one, and one capable of pulling its user automatically, but still just a grappling hook. To Neal, who had been informed of its functions, however, it was so much more. Grab the hook end and throw the base, and it doubled as a smoke grenade that went off on impact with the floor or wall. Flip a switch on the bottom side, and it could serve as a flashlight in a pinch. And, worse case scenario, rip the base open and it could be a one-time flashbang, but doing so meant the grappling hook would be unusable afterward. "Now get in there and show me how a thief would use this thing." CITY OUTSKIRTS After a brief train ride to the edge of the largest city in the world, Íroas was met with the familiar sight of the world's greatest pizza-maker himself. Following Pepe's guidance, the two men ventured out further still, further from urban civilization. Houses grew further apart, and the concrete and steel of the city gave way to grass and trees. Deeper still, until there were no houses by the roads; only a scant few motels and chain stores & restaurants. Here, at the edge of the border between civilization and wilderness, they traveled further. Far from even the furthest motels, in a place where a pizzeria had absolutely no business being, it was finally in sight. PEPE'S PIZZA 2 NOTHING COMPARES (2) The exterior had somewhat of a more modern aesthetic than the already-existing Pepe's Pizza, but aside from that and the slightly different signage, there was no questioning it. The building - design choices aside - was unmistakbly Pepe's Pizza. There was no open or closed sign, nor anything to indicate what the store's hours were, but the lights were on, and the place didn't look closed for the night. And when Pepe led the way to the door - complaining the entire way about the way the building looked, being a fan of older buildings himself - the two men found that the door was indeed unlocked. Pepe stepped in first, followed by Íroas. The interior was much the same as the exterior. Modernized design aside, it was unmistakably Pepe's Pizza. "Agh, look at this place! Tile flooring, cheap and far too overdone. You come to Pepe's Pizza, you get the hardwood floor! Makes you feel right at home!" Everything seemed to be more or less normal inside. A little shinier to the eyes and smoother to the touch than one might expect, perhaps, but nothing that couldn't get handwaved as having just recently cleaned up very thoroughly. As the inspection of the pizzeria continued, however, Pepe and Íroas heard a young man's voice, from just behind them. "Welcome to Pepe's Pizza 2, what can we give you?" There was that slightest off quality to his voice. Perhaps he had an unusual speech impediment. Or maybe he drank way too much milk, and his throat was horribly phlegmy as a result. Maybe he was just sick and was still allowed to come into work despite that. Whatever the case, the young man's voice sounded almost normal, but not quite. He gave the duo of hero and chef a smile, eyes hidden behind long bangs of hair, and hands politely kept behind his back. Choosing to defer to the expert's judgment, Pepe simply gave Íroas a small nudge, and a nod of confidence.
  2. new tom cardy song dropped the other day you know what that means
  3. JUNE 17TH, 2030, 5:42 P.M. LOCATION: ROME, NOVAROMA, TRIUMVIRATE BUILDING After some three and a half hours, one way or another, the team found themselves at the Triumvirate's headquarters. Located near the center of the city, it was a building easily identified among the other skyscrapers of downtown Rome by its distinct silhouette. The building had a triangular base that reached up for the first three floors, then from that base, a trio of towers shot up from each corner, reaching up to a half-dome at the top of the building. It, along with similarly geometric buildings of downtown Rome, was a stark contrast to the classically-inspired architecture in much of the rest of the city, owing to a different, more futuristic-minded team of architects and engineers being responsible for the downtown area. As the team stepped up to and entered the building, they would find one of their teammates in the lobby, leaning against the reception counter, and eagerly looking toward the door as soon as it opened. "Finally, you're here!" May exclaimed. "I've been twiddling my thumbs here for like an hour waiting for at least some of you to show up! Come on, I already got us arranged, and I doubt the Triumvirate will be happy we've left them hanging for so long." After a brief wait further, to get Íroas signed in since his was technically separate business from everyone else's, the team was guided to an elevator that went straight to the top of the building. As the streets of Rome grew further away through the view of the elevator window, the Triumvirate's office grew closer and closer, until at last, the top floor had been reached. This was it. All that remained was a set of doors in front of the team, after navigating the circular hallway around the dome's perimeter. Once that was opened, the Triumvirate's office, as well as its members, were in clear view. THE TRIUMVIRATE As the crew stepped into the office of the Triumvirate, it immediately became clear that this office was more of a throne room. The room was large, featuring an oval table with numerous chairs in the middle of the room, and a glass roof to let the sun illuminate the room directly, setting though it was. At measured intervals around the walls of the room, the flag of Novaroma hung proud, often flanked on either side by its vertically-oriented cousin, the national stadard. And of course, against the back wall, atop a quarter-circular set of stairs, were three thrones, the bases and surroundings of which were intricately carved in different fashions. The left throne was empty, with a slightly altered version of the flag draped over its seat. Its base was carved out of shapes reminiscent of paintings and poems on one side, and firearms, telescopes, and other hallmarks of science on the other. The top of the throne was adorned with the likeness of a torch, carried by two hands that looked like they would have belonged to different people. The right throne was occupied by a woman whose hair was losing the battle against an enchroaching greyness, but who had otherwise yet to show much sign of aging. Her throne's artistry was a lot less abstract in its symbolism; its base was undoubtedly a mass of people, all lifting each other up toward the common goal of supporting the throne, upon which she sat. The top of the throne resembled a human mouth, its lips parted as if to speak the words of the faceless people at the base. And then there was the central throne, upon which sat a young man who stared down at his new company with equal parts curiosity and disappointment. The base of his throne was notably a bit taller than the other two, and was carved from depictions of mountains and trees, within which a pair of poles had been inserted, bearing Novaroma's standard. The top of his throne had been made to resemble the sun, its center wreathed by a crown of leaves reminiscent of ancient Rome, this sun-and-crown symbol being in fact the same as was present on Novaroma's flag and standard. "Thus does the pride of Roma return to us," the man smiled, nodding toward Íroas. "And you've brought the American agents with you, no less! As much as we'd love to have Íroas regale us with stories of his adventures abroad, and hear how the rest of you are finding our city, we have more pressing matters at hand with the Americans. Business that does concern the intelligence we promised your people, make no mistake." "Even though we're giving out this information for free, the Triumvirate is bound to the letter of our word," the woman explained. "In our letter to your President, we said that the Vox Ingenium had discovered some useful information about MIRROR, and in that same letter, we very specifically stated that the Vox Ingenium would share this information. However..." The woman's eyes turned to the empty throne. "The Vox Ingenium is dead. During our appearance at the centennial anniversary about a week ago, agents of MIRROR attacked us. The Vox Imperium and I are unharmed, but before the assassins could be dealt with, they got one of our number, and cut his life short. As of present, there is no Vox Ingenium, meaning nobody can give you your intelligence, by letter of our word." "So like, you can't tell us anything?" Sita asked. "Yes, but do not fear! So wise am I, Leocadius Caesar, that instead of sending you home empty-handed, we think we can arrange a mutually beneficial exchange." "You say that as if you came up with it all on your own. When a Triumvir dies, replacing them is top priority. In the case of Vox Ingenium, the process is simple: The other two Triumvirs must agree on who will sit upon the throne, and what we hope they can bring to Roma. And not only do we have our candidate, but by good fortune, we have an associate of his as well." Adrienne then gestured to the sole woman who had already been seated at the central table when the team had already arrived. "This is Avis Alba. She should be able to help you track down our target, Doctor Frederick Carson." The name would have rung familiar to those who studied matters related to psychics. Doctor Carson was generally considered the world's leading expert in nousology, responsible for vastly expanding human understanding of how psychics worked in the last couple of decades. However, he was also infamously unhospitable, turning away guests and media alike, then completely disappearing save for the occasional research publication some years ago. "Íroas B. Go, you and these American agents are to track down the good Doctor, with Avis's assistance. Find him, and bring him before us, so that we can appoint him Vox Ingenium. In exchange, Carson will, as the new Vox Ingenium, be able to share the information his predecessor had collected and wanted to share. You're all dismissed, and the next time we meet, Carson had best be with you. Now go." Back down the elevator the team - now one head stronger - was sent. Back through the lobby, and out the front door, where May was leading the way to the hotel Austin had booked for the team. "Fay just sent me orders from the boss. We head out tomorrow at o'-six-hundred, so be sure to rest up and do whatever else needs doing in town tonight!" At that mention, John gave Neal a small nudge with his shoulder, and a slight nod. "Also, he said to tell all of you that if he knew it would take so long for you to meet up with the Triumvirate, he would've done it himself. Between you and me, I think he's just talking a big game and is just as eager to check out the town as anyone else." OOC
  4. this feels like something i would have already posted, hopefully not
  5. After Stalag & Austin returned from the former's meeting with President Roosevelt, and Tsurumi & the twins came back from their prison check-in, Austin gathered the newly-expanded team around the table. As he set his hand down on the table, the sharp-earred of the group may have thought for the moment that the sound of his hand touching the desk didn't quite sound right, but there wasn't much time to sit on it before he explained the immediate plan. "Alright, team, listen up. As mentioned, we're going to Novaroma to meet up with the Triumvirate. Lazaros, one of their number, sent us a letter a couple of weeks ago saying he found his way into some intel on MIRROR he thought we'd be interested in. Something even Fay wouldn't have dug up, if he thought it was worth sending for us directly. That said, the Triumvirate isn't known for just giving stuff like this out for free, so expect us doing the Triumvirate a favor or two. Once we have this intel, I'll work out how we're supposed to act on whatever Lazaros tells us. Our ship to Europe take off tonight, and then we've got a long boat trip and a bit of a train ride ahead." OP Chapter 1: Heavy is the Head JUNE 17TH, 2030, 3:09 P.M. LOCATION: ROME, NOVAROMA, MERCURIUS GRAND STATION "Finally." After a largely uneventful boat ride, save for whatever social excitement the team had gotten into over the several days at sea, the ship bearing the heroes-to-be - as well as many other passengers - had come into port in eastern France in the event. From there, it was time for one long train ride, which ran overnight across the vast expanses of land Novaroma called its own. The following afternoon, the capital city was in sight, and at last, the team's stop had come. As Austin stepped out of the train, following behind the rest of the team, he gave his limbs and neck a good, long stretch. "Hate trains." "They're the most efficient means of land-based transport," John countered, folding up a map of the Roman capital. "Besides, it's nice to see the scenery while you're in transit. And this place... oh-hohhh, I've always wanted to see MGS up close." Mercurius Grand Station. The historic Roman Empire of old was famed for many things, and among those was its infrastructure, boasting a network of roads and highways that was unmatched both in its own time and for some time in the future. Likewise, Novaroma prided itself on its railways, connecting the entire empire with efficient pathing and fast passenger trains. At the heart of this point of national pride was Mercurius Grand Station, the largest train station in the world that featured connections for all manner of transportation, save for sea travel. Additionally of note, the station was highly decorated, featuring paintings of the myriad scenery found across Roma's swathes of conquered land or gods and heroes of Roman mythology, architecture that took care to add some artistry into the very walls and ceilings themselves as if the station itself were one giant sculpture, and a large statue of the Roman messenger of the gods, Mercury, coated in gold and placed in the station's main lobby for all arrivals and departures to see. Among architects and fans of architecture alike, there were some who considered Mercurius Grand Station "the Sistine Chapel of train stations." "You can gawk at it later. We have a job to do first. John, you take Íroas and the new members and make your way to the Triumvirate, the girls and I will see about finding a hotel to stay in while we're in town." "Yes, sir," John sighed. As Austin and the rest of the team - save for the new additions - left, John turned on his heel, a rebellious glint in his eye as he addressed his group. "Alright. So. Boss says we gotta meet up with the Triumvirate, and he's not wrong, buuuuuuuuuuuuuut... we're in Rome! The chance to essentially get an all-expenses-paid trip to this city doesn't come along every day. If we happened to get a little distracted along the way, I'm sure he'd understand, as long as we got to that meeting today. There's a lot to see, after all, and I've been studying the layout of the city for the entire week it took to get here." "I have always wanted to see some of the sights here up close," Sita mused. "But the Triumvirate doesn't feel like a group we should keep on hold..." With a defeated, prolonged groan, Sita finally said "It's gonna bug me if I don't get to it. I'll go find my way to their headquarters and meet any sightseers in the team there." OOC
  6. So they were a hunting party. They certainly seemed like decent folks, if only because they were willing to allow the gang to hang out with them here as an alternative to getting fried by lightning out there. As Abby got closer, she could make out details, and saw that they were more animal-people hybrids, much like the ones she and the others back in town. Two lemurs, two tigers, a gazelle, a pig, and most curiously to Abby, an elephant as well! The hunting party seemed to have some trouble with the idea that the very non-animal-trait-having group that had chanced upon them were the Exalted, but Abby wasn't really the type to try and convince them otherwise. She'd leave that to the others. Marshall in particular had the bright idea of showing the mark to the hunting party, which was definitely a good call. Picking up some information even more so. It seemed there were Drengr and beasts to be hunted, once the storm had passed. "To be absolutely positively super duper certain....that's not actually hiding some sort of elder god which you intend to revive using the dark power of this storm?" "No, it's...just our food and findings. What is...is she alright? Are these things you actually deal with?" "She's alright," Abby confirmed with a hesitant nod of her head. Alright enough, at least. A little overeager, but who could blame her, really? Quite frankly, Abby felt that her own taking to this situation was rather lackluster, though she wasn't entirely sure if that was her own issue or if it was because there was Sabrina to compare to. "Just really eager to get back to hero work." Abby then turned her attention to the tiger that had mentioned favorite beasts of the Storm. "You mentioned something about beasts, right? What kind of creatures would we be dealing with, if we went to hunt those down?" The tiger that initially brought them up had a grin come on his face. "If it's those you're looking for they come in two kinds! The first being Donnerphant, they're massive creatures with large tusks and a trunk. Their hides are nigh impenetrable, the storm sundering stones growing out of them and shielding them from the wrath of Storm. And their mere howls can shatter bones!" The second tiger continued on with the over dramatic speech of the first. "The Lupardis is the second! For all that the Donner is wide they are tall! The mane of a lion, with the tusks of a hog, none match it in grace and dignity! It too can survive the wrath of Storm and channel that wrath to decimate its foes! Those two beasts are," "The pinnacle of Storm's blessings!" They smiled, shouting loud as they could over the rain and thunder, uncaring how ridiculous they looked with wetted fur doing this clearly rehearsed performance. The gazelle spoke up, "but uh, once again, they're dangerous to be around but don't seek conflict unless they're hungry." The elephant looked back saying, "and they don't cause us much trouble but when they do stray near the village it is a huge mess. They're not as invincible as those two jokers would have you believe but it's best not to go fight them half heartedly." Massive creature with large tusks and a trunk, with stones growing out of it? Well, well, well. For the time being, Abby decided it best not to let the hunting party know that she may have seen this Donnerphant not too long ago. "We'll keep our eyes peeled. And we'll be careful not to engage with those beasts unless we're ready to throw down with them. Isn't that right, team?"
  7. So, this was the team? Sita had to admit, she expected more people. Something about "secret team built to take down an international terrorist organization" gave her the feeling of something more like a small organization in and of itself, Yet it was just what, five or six people, new arrivals aside? The Meteor-Kin of the group was being taken away for a personal meeting with the President, apparently being an envoy of some sort. That was pretty neat! From the talks that happened upstairs a bit earlier, the guy who stole those paintings was... well, a thief of some kind. And then there was everyone else. The President's (temporary) bodyguard, Sita herself, and the girl she met earlier. The uh... her... yeah, Sita definitely knew her... Sita turned her head to the girl in question, with a focused, curious look on her face. She replayed their meeting in her head once or twice to be sure, only to find herself confirming what she suspected. She had no idea what this chick's name was. "That dino's got a point. I just realized I don't even know your name. Mine's Sita, so mind filling me in on yours?" Tsurumi tilted her head, the corner of her eye briefly visible as her hair swayed. She was certain that they had already introduced themselves to each other, but wasn't sure when that could have happened among all the chaos. Did she simply guess this girl's name correctly? That didn't sound right, but was the only explanation available to her at that moment. "Yeah, you can call me Ta-" she paused briefly, before shrugging and continuing, "er, my name's Tsurumi." "And just like that, we're friends! Officially, I mean. Actually... does anyone here know their way around a fight?" "Kinda," May answered from the table. The rest of the table gave a wave of shrugs and shaking heads in response to the question. "Hm. What about you three?" The big guy definitely could manage, if his display of strength at the MIRROR attack was any indicator. But these other two? All Sita knew about them was one was an art thief and the other was named Tsurumi. It was probably a good idea to get a feel for who would have to look out for whom if things came to blows. Which, given the purpose of this little team, was more of a when than an if.
  8. accepted. you'll have to hold off for a round or two before getting your first post in, but i'll let you know when that time comes
  9. The envoy was in. The thief was in. The nomad was in. The vandal was in. By the sounds of it, possibly discounting Íroas, who was permitted to be in on this info anyway as the President's temporary bodyguard, it seemed everybody was interested in joining the team! That was a far better result than Austin could have hoped for. "Well then, since it seems you're all willing to join... to be honest, I was sure at least somebody would say no. In fact, realistically, I expected none of you to sign up. If you'll all follow me, we can introduce you to the rest of the team." "Uhh, sir?" a woman's voice called through a walkie-talkie on the desk. "...one moment, please." Austin picked up the device. "Lewis here. What is it?" "We, uhh, had a bit of a break-in down here. But--" "What!?" "Everything's fine, sir, don't worry!" "And the prisoners?" "All in their cells. Agent Nightmare is still under sedation. Everything's a-okay, sir!" "And our intruder?" "Gone. He showed up, talked with Agent Friend for a bit, then left. We couldn't really do much about it at the time, sir. Aside from a bit of hair in Tom's mouth, it's like our guy was never here." "I see. Don't lose that hair; I'll have someone look at it so we can try to track down the suspect. Lewis out." With a long, exasperated sigh, Austin set the device down. "You'd be surprised how hard it is to find decent guards these days. But that's not our job in the team I'm putting you in. If you'd follow me." With that, Austin led the newly-officially-unofficial team members out of Lobby 2A, taking careful note of the turns he was making within Air Force Zero. Those with a particularly sharp sense of direction would notice that at some points, he seemed to make turns that were completely unnecessary or looped the group back around to points they were already in, though he did so with full confidence in where he was going and the path he was taking to get there. "The team doesn't have an official name, because there's no documentation about us. It's a bit of an extra security measure, to ensure that we leave no paper trail. Shortly after MIRROR first started taking international action, Ja... ahem, Mr. Roosevelt told me to assemble a small team to track them down, learn everything we could about them, then wipe them out. Easier said than done. Their leader's a slippery bitch, and quite frankly, we think that she may have been onto us the entire time and let us gather intel. Except for anything pertaining to her. And I don't want to charge in against an unknown foe, especially if my hunch is right, so for the time being, we'll be seeing about gathering further intel. But first, you should get to know your new teammates." JUNE 11TH, 2030, 2:24 P.M. LOCATION: AIR FORCE ZERO, MEETING ROOM As opposed to the two lobbies on the second floor, the first floor of the air fortress had a larger, singular room, clearly meant more for official meetings than for taking a coffee break, based on the more expensive-looking furniture and the numerous American flags hanging along the walls. Inside, a small gathering of five people sat around the table, sharing what was ultimately just glorified small talk among each other. As the important and astonishingly boring topic of one's favorite kind of cheese came up, the door opened, and in stepped Austin Lewis, in the company of five new faces. "Alright team, we've got new members. I want each of you to introduce yourselves one at a time, name and area of expertise, to help our new faces get familiar." "I'm John West, an engineer," the singular man of the team said first as he raised his hand. In the other hand was a cigarette that had just recently been put out, which he set down in the table's suspiciously clean-looking ashtray. "Officially, I'm actually a civil engineer - or, was I guess, before joining up here - but to be honest I know more about weapons than infrastructure. If you need something built or fixed, I'm your guy." "The meeting room is a no-smoking area, John." "Is it?" "Yes." "I'll keep that in mind." "Dayna Miller, nousology specialist and the woman who runs our analytics," said a red-haired woman. She gave each of the new arrivals a look over that was too long to be called short, but too short to be called anything else. She seemed rather unimpressed by most of them, until her gaze moved to Íroas, at which point her immediate shock was apparent on her face. "That's impossible..." "Something wrong?" "...it's nothing. I'm completely useless in a fight, so unless you need me to look at something, don't bother me. Especially not for poker night." "Definitely don't bring her, she cheats!" a girl a couple seats down from Dayna shouted. Prior to this accusation, she and the girl next to her seemed to be discussing something quietly between the two of them. "Doesn't even try to hide it!" "Yes, yes, we're all aware. Sorry for her little outburst. We're May & Fay Schneider. May is our combat expert, and until about a week ago, I've been spying on MIRROR from the inside." "May's intel is why we hired you and Magpie," Austin commented, leaning toward Íroas. "I don't fully understand her powers, but since they're twins, they have a telepathic link in addition to their own separate powers. Very useful for a spy." "Very useful indeed! Thank you, sir." "And I'm Abby. Abby Collins." The last and shortest team member gave the new arrivals a casual wave. "I can do some mechanical fixing up too, but I'm actually here as the team doctor. I can't perform any surgeries, but I can fix you up if you get ripped to shreds out there. Try to avoid that, though." "And that's our team. You've joined just in time to get to see the world, in fact. Now that our job at the centennial is wrapped up, we're being deployed to Novaroma. The Triumvirate's also in on our little operation - they were even kind enough to send the twins our way, in fact - and a few days ago, a letter arrived saying they have some intel we'd be interested in. Hope none of you are prone to seasickness." Austin stopped himself for a moment, with the clear expression of suddenly remembering something. "Ah, right, as for the envoy in the room." Austin turned and gave Stalag a nod. "I'll escort you to meet with the President myself. Once your talk with him has wrapped up, we can start heading east to catch our boat."
  10. What's the oldest gaming console you remember playing on? (Not necessarily the first console you used, if for example you stumbled into an NES way after its era or something)
  11. red. bowser canonically has red hair, it better suits the "final boss villainess" look, and it matches her fire breath.
  12. That's a difficult question to answer, but right now I'm in a "Princess Chain Chomp" mood.
  13. i liked the bowsette one, that was funny
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