Gato Community College. (game thread)

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Tomas

After Tomas ate and chatted with a few other members of the Gungnir, he was about to head back to his dorm room to take a small nap. Though that change when he felt his phone ringing with the message about a meaning soon. Sighing as he headed towards it. Soon enough, the room was filled with Gungnir members and staff. Finding it odd that Sierra was here, but going with it for now. He'll ask her later about it.

Paying attention, or at least trying too, to Sierra as she went on about who they are dealing with and the problems they will be facing. The more he hears about this group, the more he wanted them dead. He knew humans are sort of the shit end of the deal when fighting against monsters, but this stuff sounded majorly one sided.

William

After fighting, William decided to train a bit longer. Working on his transformations for an hour longer until he decided to call it a break and get a quick shower. Though as soon as he got done, he got a message about a meeting. Quickly getting clothes on as he went to the meeting area.

Finding an empty seat with people he didn't know sitting around him. He didn't mind but he wished he could find someone he knew to sit with. Mostly just to chat with after the meeting. William listened to what Sierra had to say, still a bit surprised that she showed up as he thought she was busy with the other side.

William focused back on the meeting. Hearing about the group and how much trouble they could be in due to this new weapon. Gulping a bit at the information presented as he wasn't sure what to make of it. Just knowing this group had to be stopped and fast before they were able to hurt anyone else.

A Few Hours Ago, Back In The Gym

"That's good to know." Yvette said in response to Daniel's comment. "Mum and I don't really know all too much about his past...if such a word can be applied to an angel. I know she asked him about it not long after he told what, and who, he really is, but apparently he sort of just mumbled a few vague descriptions and then changed the subject."

"Don't be surprised that happened; the conversation topic of 'Past and Angels' is a tricky subject to discuss. Even someone like myself would have difficulty explaining it in a way that makes sense."

"Your father seems nice." William chirped, keeping quiet throughout most of the earlier exchange.

"He is, I just wish I got to see him more often...I mean, I understand why things have to be the way they are, but you know...it'd be nice to see him for more than a few hours, or at best a whole day or two, at a time." Yvette replied, expressing the sentence with a shrug. "Oh well, it is what it is."

"Well, at least you get to see him on something vaguely resembling a regular basis," Daniel added, before Viktor came in through the door. "Did I miss something?" He asked.

"Oh! Hello Viktor...you just missed my dad. I tried to get him to stay at least long enough for me to introduce him, but well..."

"...duty called."

Here And Now, Sierra's Lecture

Daniel was intrigued by the findings that Sierra had made regarding the special Anti-Aether bullets that Regalia had been using. It had been a while since some information had actually interested him; if he only had his old book to hand, but his notepad would have to suffice. Perhaps one day he would go out and try to find it.

He was primarily copying down the important aspects of the bullets functionality, such as the how the rounds would disrupt the flow of Aether within a target, causing them to literally implode; the fact that if someone with an innate ability or magic talent used their skills, it could cause the bullets to trigger their effect. This has set off a few warning bells in the back of Daniel's head, it meant he'd have to rely less on his playing cards, or failing that, learn to duck or stick to solid cover, preferably both.

Of course, all this information that he was jotting down would have to be passed on to The Order's research and development branch; and if he could get a copy of Sierra's presentation, they would be having a field day. They would no doubt get a fair bit of use from equipment modification data, so they could more effectively equip their troops.

Sierra continued from there with 'as of right now we have no evidence that they have anything worse, but it should be assumed they do'. Sierra then put up a disclaimer of 'because she agreed to work for the Queens, that meant she was now subject to their rules and laws, and that every one should be aware that there are some questions she can not answer at this time, but might be able to later if a request to the Queens is put in.'

She then explained about what she'd been doing in more detail, the ruins, relics and ancient weapons she'd seen and that almost all of them bore the same written language as the one found on the anti-magic ammunition that they had recovered, which she believes to mean they have they're own 'Key' and their own 'ruin'. Ruins she further added until recently where only thought to exist on Eden and Avalon, or the realms belonging to the 'Angels' and 'Demons' respectively she clarified.

The way she said 'Angels and Demons' carried this ting of 'this is probably the wrong name for these races, but ...', however she moved back to the topic of some of the weapons she'd seen since she highly doubt Regalia has any interest in what they could get from these sites past 'tools for killing'. Some of which sounded pretty outlandish, and when it started to look like she was losing them, she said 'come on out', and next to her, phasing in from Limbo was what looked like a suit of Power Armor, sporting that crest and colors of the Queens and with weapons holstered matching what Sierra had been just describing.

The solider inside voiced his displeasure with having to come out, saying that this tech should not be allowed to be known in the human realm, to which Sierra just shrugged, commenting on how Regalia might already have it so there's no harm in making sure those who are going to be encountering it know what might be out there. The Solider begrudgingly acknowledge this, and Sierra explained that this model, while very outdated in Avalon, 'the demon realm' was the model most likely to be encountered if they ran into any at all, but added that finding such suits was very rare, and find an operational one was even more so. The Solider further added that the level of mechanical and magical skill needed to maintain just one suit would be extremely prohibitive with Earths technological level and Regalia's attitude toward 'magic' in-general, as such both Sierra and the solider agreed that IF they had these suits, they didn't likely have many, and they would only be deployed in the most critical of areas.

When one of the staff asked how they where supposed to fight these things, Sierra gave the solider an uncertain look, like she was unsure if that was something she was allowed to talk about, but the solider took the question explaining several weak point they could exploit to disable, or destroy the suit outright.

Sierra and the solider fielded a few more questions before the lecture was brought to a close and people started to exit, some of the staff already discussing improvements or alterations to the countermeasures discussed. Sierra, just looked kind of tired from all the talking.

Solomon Thorn

As much as Sol hated admitting it, he kind of wished there was a dumbed down lecture on these topics, because he didn't have a clue about what Sierra was talking about. He got the points about magic and bullets and weapons, but whenever the topic started straying, entering demon territory or talking about some history or civilization or something, his mind just started shutting it out. In the end, it ended up becoming a rather chaotic presentation for him, not because of how Sierra said it, but because of the way he simply couldn't bring himself to care about anything that wouldn't have a direct consequence for him or in battle. Still, one thing did stick out.

Power armor?

He thought, it seemed familiar. Sol couldn't recall ever hearing the term... or wait. Right, Luke had been talking about it, at some point. It some sort of half robot suit thing, wasn't it? The man Sierra had revealed was in one. What did that have to do with anything? Did it mean they would have to deal with people walking around in robot suits?

I don't get it, but I assume so? They said the chance of it happening wasn't too great, though.

He'd have to ask someone at some point... or hope they brought it up in the group. From the looks of it though, the suits did have weak points, which was to be expected, Luke had mentioned that everything had a weak point, one of the difficulties of mechanical engineering was to undermine what weaknesses would naturally occur in a construct.

I need to stop thinking about Luke. Just because we had a fight, and we just sent each other messages...

He rubbed his forehead, feeling frustrated. People around him had started walking away, and he thought to do the same, though first he stepped up to Sierra, and gave her a smirk and a pat on the shoulder. He wasn't in the mood for interaction, sure, but it'd be rude to just ignore her. Besides, she looked like she needed someone to tell her to rest.

"Hi, Sierra, it's been a long time, hasn't it? Welcome back," he greeted her, and looked at her rather demonic appearance. However, moreso, he noticed that she was tired, and smiled warmly. "Now, I don't know what the new look is about, but you've done a great job to be able to provide us with so much information. You should go get some sleep, or at least go rest a little," he told her, and have her another pat on the shoulder. "Especially if you're coming back to the group, Vik's vicious. But yeah, I'll let you be, doubt you need more eyes on you right now." He winked jokingly and then turned to leave. "See ya, darling," he said playfully, and went back towards the exit, leaving.

Once outside, he stretched, wondering if he should get back to the bed, sure, he'd slept, but there wasn't a whole lot to do. It was either that or get something small to eat.

I don't have much of an appetite right now, though.

He didn't get much time to contemplate it, as he suddenly felt a hand on his arm -then another- and got a bit startled.

"Oh, sorry, I just... we need to talk, Sol. Did you get my message?

"I think I might have," Sol said, not looking at Luke, eager to walk away. "I didn't check it though. And I can't, well, do this right now, I need to... get back to bed. Please. Don't force me to stay." He struggled, but as much as he wanted to, Luke's grip with two arms was stronger than the amount of force he could generate by simply trying to walk away. The werewolf's hands were warm, and he wondered why. Normally Sol was the warmer one.

"Sol, please, we really need to talk. I know you don't want to, but just, give me a moment, okay? We can't keep doing this."

"Doing what," Sol said, and stop, turning towards Luke. "Using force to make me..." he trailed off as he saw Luke's expression. The frown, the redness around his eyes. It tugged at his heart and made him feel sick inside. "Have you been crying?" Luke gave him a brief smile, but it looked sad and pitiful.

"Yeah, of course I have, you dense... jerk. Please, Sol, can we talk now?"

Sol frowned, and gave a hesitant nod. "Sure," he muttered. "Fine. Whatever."

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Alfred Frye

Somewhere in Japan

Alfred sighed as he leaned on a nearby tree. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and he was listening for footsteps and breathing around him. He could hear anything like this, the wind blowing through the grass enhanced his hearing. The wind would carry any sound as long as it was within his field, his area.

"I don't think there's anyone here."

He spoke aloud, if there was someone listening in, they would likely have a reaction at that, lean closer or get to the point where they were just within his earshot. But no, no one.

"Man, that's almost boring, Regalia really needs to up their security." He undid his belt and pushed a small indentation on the inside of the somewhat showy belt bucket, a square with the British flag on it. Not his taste, kinda tacky, even, but it had enough space to hide a small device for communicating with Gato. He turned it on -normally keeping it off so that it wouldn't make any unwanted sounds or signals-, held the red "emergency" button for 3 seconds, and waited for a reply. It normally took a short while for them to get the signal and trace it to his device, so he simply sat down, opening a bag of crisps, and waiting for a voice.

"Hello, connection has been established. Give me the designated code for this device." No details given, only a question that would only be useful to Gato.

"Lemme see..." He chewed happily on some crisps as he pretended to remember something that was already clear in his mind. "51.94426487902877 and -2.900390625." He chuckled. "No, no, I'm kidding, that's the latitude and longitude of Rabbit Lane, just a little bit outside of Wales. Don't ask me why I know. My code is eight-six-three-four-eight-seven and five-two-eight. Don't wear it out."

"Okay then, Alfred, what do you need?"

He had spoken to the woman in the other end before, that was why he was so willing to joke around, but he had no idea what her name was or who she really was. He simply had her voice memorised exactly, just like everything else he had encountered.

"I need a way out," he replied. "One of the higher ups, they call her Ako, appears to be suspicious of me. I saw her going through the logs of my missions and she's been treating me differently."

"Is that it? Aren't you being overly cautious?" The woman asked, and he sighed.

"Well, given the way her behaviour has changed, I'd say there's a 80 percent chance she suspects something. These people can pull the trigger at 60 percent. They hate traitors. I'm not defenceless, but I don't want to risk it, and given the information I have that I simply cannot deliver through this route, I'd say you guys don't want to risk it either. Besides, am I not one of your precious students? I was sent to Regalia as a minor, after all, so you have a certain responsibility."

"I get it. How do you want it done?"

"Tell them to initiate several cover-up attacks on other locations, then send a small team my way. We don't want to alert Regalia to the fact that they ever had a spy, and it is a good time to weaken Regalia's grasp on the regions. Besides, given some of the information that has come to light recently, Gato needs to start counter-attacking, else Regalia is going to cause more damage than Gato can cover up." He put some more crisps in his mouth.

"Got it, I will relay the message to the higher ups. Since you pushed the red button I can guarantee that there will be a rescue operation, but whether or not it will take the form you want, I cannot say. I'll try to convey the importance of using your suggested method."

"How long will it be?" he asked, he had to admit that he was a bit anxious about being found out, or even just having the information spread. Regalia higher ups could be scary when it came to traitors.

"I don't know, just stay put."

He sighed, but accepted it. "Got it, I've been out of sight for too long, so I need to get back to the others before they start wondering what I'm doing." With that he hung up and quickly turned off the device, putting it back into the buckle and then putting his belt on again. Holding the bag of crisps, he went to see if any of the others were doing anything that could be regarded as fun, staying put was boring, after all.

Now, let's just hope Ako likes me just enough to want to find out whether I'm a traitor or not on her own before telling anyone else.

As the presentation continued, Daniel looked around to see how everyone else was coping with this large influx of information; whilst some appeared to understand it at least on a basic level, a couple at the back close to where Daniel himself was sitting looked to be feigning interest on the more historical portions of the presentation enough to not seem rude.

It was concerning regarding the likely hood that Regalia had access to their own Key and Ruins to pick through, though Daniel felt somewhat relieved that it appeared they were focussing primarily on weapons and armour rather than anything of cultural significance. Such a pity, to say the least, perhaps Regalia could learn something from the ancient texts instead of leaving them behind, or more than likely burning them. When the names for the Angel and Demons Realms, Eden and Avalon were dropped, Daniel had to hold his breath and stop himself from panicking. He was surprised when the infernal soldier in power armour appeared, it having been an age since he last saw one in operational status.

Things began to wind down shortly after that, both Sierra and the infernal soldier fielded a few more questions each before Sierra brought the presentation to a close and a few people began to file out. Daniel got up from his seat and proceeded towards the front.

"Well, that was certainly an in-depth presentation you gave Sierra. Stuff like this goes to show how the study of archaeology and history can be vital in a modern age."

Viktor

He tried to keep attention on Sierra's presentation, but it was moving mostly into 'background' information and he found his mind wandering. Looking about the room, he mentally catalogued the faces he recognized...then realized he wasn't seeing someone. Scanning the room once more to be sure, he let out an annoyed grunt when he confirmed to himself that Yvette was missing. Pulling out his phone, he sent her a rather terse text message, just as a heavily armoured figure joined Sierra up front.

The armour appeared to be a powered unit of some sort, and he grimaced at the thought of a group like Regalia with units like that in their arsenal; fortunately it seemed that they only probably had a handful, and that they were an outdated design. Shifting forward a bit in his seat, he listened as the suits weaknesses were explained. As the meeting wrapped up, he made his way forward to examine the suit and take some reference photos with his phone.

Yvette

Yvette swore under her breath as she 'burned out' another charm. She'd moved back into her room where her enchanting gear was set-up and was trying to get her assignment done; but to no avail. Snatching up the 'dead' charm, she threw it across the room in annoyance just as her phone chirped. From Viktor? I wonder what he wants?

Where the hell are you? The meeting is nearly done.

Meeting? What meeting? She thought. Maybe he sent this to t- Then she saw she had a second message, from earlier in the day. "Oh...shit!" Jumping to her feet, she ran for the door, stuffing her feet into a pair of sandals as she went. Arriving just as the first people were filling out, she swore once more and headed in. Some people smirked or chuckled at her as she passed them, as she looked like she'd just got up; her mad dash down the halls had left her hair in a windblown mess, and she was dressed in only some old sweat pants and a t-shirt from her high-school, both of which were too short for someone as tall as she was.

Ignoring the others, she peered over the crowed, eventually spotting Viktor over by some sort of suit of armour. "S-soory..." She said as she got up to him. "The message came while I was showering, and I didn't look at my phone until you messaged me." She felt so embarrassed.

Solomon Thorn

William

William sighed as he felt tired from just listening to the whole meeting. So much to go over with the others. So much to plan for these upcoming missions. Though pushing that aside for now as he hoped to talk to Sierra for a bit. To catch up better, then just a quick "hello" and a joke.

Seeing Sol walk off as soon as he got closer to Sierra, wondering what he was talking to her about as he got up to Sierra."Hey Sierra," Will said as he smiled a bit. "Need a drink?" he asked, sensing she needed something from that long winded explanation she did.

Tomas

Tomas wasn't sure what to think of all this info. Wondering how such a group could acquire all of this out of the blue. Though the chances of fighting the suit is low..he still didn't like the odds. He would probably talk to Mira about it later. As well see if she can come up with anything to counter-act this new information and to see how she doing with the anti-magic bullets.

Moving onwards, Mira listened about how Sierra spent her time in the demon realm. When it came to the demon queens though, she didn't know how to take them having Sierra withhold information. On the one hand, it was their information and all...but on the other, the way Sierra stated it, for better or worse, made it seem like more of a distrust issue more than anything. Something that was reinforced when Sierra moved in her presentation on to show off a mech suit, only for the demon inside to object to showing it to them or anyone in this realm.

She didn't know why the suit was such a concern anyways. From what Sierra described, it apparently could do some outlandish stuff...but seemed too outdated and focused on being an attack weapon to be very awe inspiring to her. Besides, most of it's structural weaknesses Mira could figure out by sight, though that had more to do with her...near intimate knowledge of such problems. Of course, that didn't take into account any sort of magic that the thing was imbued with, but hopefully the effect would be minimal, just in case they had to rely on those structural weaknesses at some point. Still, it helped to know that Regalia might have a thing like that and that she would know how to counter it.

After that, the two of them took questions, mostly directed at the mech, before, finally, the meeting was over. All in all, it was a good first attempt on Sierra's part, even if there were things that needed to be improved on. Of course, from what she could see, Sierra was tired from the presentation so she decided to save it until later. Instead, she went down and waved to her friend, joining the others of their group and waiting for their conversations with her to conclude before speaking herself.

Sierra could really just smile, nod and wave as Sol, basically did a 'drive by' greeting, coming and going before she really had a chance to reply.

next to approach was William and Daniel. "I'm fine, who knew talking was so tiring." she said with a smirk and a shrug. "Yeah" she said, taking a breath "Hopefully, I'll be able to show you guys what was found recently" she said, waving back to Mira, and waving her over. "I have a feeling a few of you would appreciate what the find has to offer greatly. But that's a matter for later, for now, how you all been? Anything interesting happen while I was away, not counting some one 'moving the rock' Regalia was hiding under, that is."

---elsewhere in the building---

Karis and Seth where sitting, discussing what they'd learned along with a couple other team leads and Handlers, when some one from the 'Intelligence' branch came in and asked every but Seth, Karis and Daughtry to leave. Once it was just the four of them, they then explained the situation with an operative name Alfred, as well as the intended ploy to extract him.

Juliet more or less sat and yawned her way through the meeting, none of it felt particularly interesting to her. Sierra binding herself to the queen's laws struck her as a bad idea, and the 'tech' being discussed didn't seem to her to be anything new. There would always be someone looking for an advantage, be it technology, magic, connections, or some other power. It mattered little what form it took, it was all the same. Technological advantages had always seemed to her to be the worst sort, they could be broken or separated from their user in many cases and sometimes even stolen and turned against their user. People you could gain leverage over, manipulate, technology didn't care.

Seeing some of the others go to greet Sierra as the meeting ended Juliet decided to do the same.

I have a feeling a few of you would appreciate what the find has to offer greatly. But that's a matter for later, for now, how you all been? Anything interesting happen while I was away, not counting some one 'moving the rock' Regalia was hiding under, that is."

"Well enough," she said modestly, giving a smirk "can't speak for everyone but I've been keeping things fun for myself, I'd be happy to tell you all the juicy details later if you want."

Tomas

Tomas walked over to where Sierra and the others were gathering. Wanting to say hello as well since she was technical still part of the team. Listen to them talk as Sierra wonder how everyone been. "Mostly fine..besides the torture Karis and Viktor been putting us through." He half joked about it. Getting a small chuckle at least from William, since he been getting the worst of it from Viktor.

"I see your still in one piece even after going to hell and coming back."

William

William nodded as he listened to Sierra. Wondering what sort of info she has about Regalia but for now, it was about catching up with each other. "Like Tomas said, we mostly been training or studying like crazy..well..some of us at least," Will said, knowing both Sol and Juliet been sneaking off now and then. Though he could under stand for Juliet since she is a Succubus after all. The only way for her to recharge was..well..having sex.

"But anyways it will be great to have the group back together again..at least for a bit."

Solomon Thorn

Sol felt restless as he approached the dorms. Just what had he promised to do?

I have to tell Luke about... well, everything.

He felt a bit of guilt about the way he thought about it. Trusting someone you cared about shouldn't be a drag or something to be nervous about. That was probably why it was so difficult for Luke to get it either way.

That's not the same, though. Luke wouldn't know. Perhaps he'd get it if I was less cheerful and more of a wreck.

He sighed. Where would he even start? What did Luke actually want to know? Should he leave something out?

What if he hates me?

Sol looked at the door to his room, it was probably better that he just stayed in the common area, else he might just try to escape.

Why does everyone need me to trust people? Not just Luke, but Sam, and the others in the group too.

It seemed to especially get on the nerve of Viktor, but Sol couldn't help it, he had tried to explain it before.

Not like he'd get it without me telling him why exactly it makes me feel icky. But at least Vik wouldn't care enough to avoid me, like Luke might.

Perhaps he could ask. Perhaps he'd just need to tell Vik a little bit for the other to get the gist, and perhaps Vik would have more of an idea how Sol should put it, or how Luke might react. And perhaps it would help Vik deal with Sol too, or help explain what Sol was thinking.

It's worth a try. Even if I'm wasting his time. I mean, he's in charge of us, and it'll probably help teamwork in some way.

Besides, if it became too difficult, Sol could just pretend he was calling about something else. He didn't have that opportunity with Luke later. Going through the numbers on his phone, he found Vik's and started calling.

He'd gone back to examining the armour and asking questions to the soldier that had been wearing it, obviously to the annoyance of the soldier. Mentally he was already composing another report, when a nervous female voice pipped up behind him.

"S-sorry...The message came while I was showering, and I didn't look at my phone until you messaged me."

Part of him wanted to snap at her, but he knew that was just a reflex to the other shit that was on his mind. Instead, he took a deep breath and turned around, catching smell of fresh shampoo wafting off Yvette as he did. "It's fine." He said, "I'll get you a transcript so you're up to date. Sorry I made you run down here, you may as well go back to what you were doing." When it looked like Yvette was going to apologise again, he waved it off.

He was about to do one last look over of the armour before he want to write his report, when his phone rang. "Hello Mr. Thorn." He said with an obvious note of curiosity in his voice. "How can I help you?"

Solomon Thorn

"Hello Mr. Thorn. How can I help you?"

"Well, you could stop calling me Mr. Thorn. I mean, I know we've had some disagreements lately, but that's cold," he joked, looking at the door to make sure no one was entering the common room. If they did, he'd just move into his own room, but still, he was sitting comfortably right now.

"But no matter, I do have something you can help me with. It's, well, it's not going to be simple for me to say, but it might explain a bit about my behaviour. And I need a bit of advice, if you don't mind. So, are you close to the dorms? Or close to somewhere people won't just listen in? I mean, if you're busy, I'll just drop it, but, uhm. I kind of promised someone I'd do something, and I really don't know how to do it, so it might be a total disaster if I don't get some pointers."

Sol laughed, nervously. He knew he was being uncharacteristically nervous, and he doubted it was working in his favor. Clearing his voice, he hid the nervousness in his speech and continue. "I mean, it's not really your problem. But if it goes well, I'll be a good boy, I promise. Even at training and in class. I'll be the goodest boy I've ever been."

Viktor

He sighed internally as Sol spoke; he had several other things he need to get done soon, and this sounded like it may take a while. "Alright Solomon," He replied. "How about you meet me in my office in about ten minutes." Hanging up, he moved through the crowed around Sierra, nodding to the others as he did. "Sierra, when you get a moment could you get one of Seth's little minions to write up a transcript of your presentation for me? Had a team member miss the briefing, and I really don't have to time to do it myself."

From there he hustled back to his office and hammered out a report for Kyiv, calling for a halt to all Clan and allied activity against Regalia targets with enchanted gear. Attaching a copy of the information Sierra had given him earlier, he just hoped they got it before there were too many casualties. Seeing that he still had a moment or two before Sol arrived, he emptied his overflowing ashtray and tried to vent at least some of the stale cigarette odour.

Yvette

Feeling more than a little down cast for screwing up, Yvette returned to the team quarters. As she entered the common room she saw Solomon sitting off to one side, talking on his phone, but she merely gave him a small acknowledging wave, before returning to her room and her assignment. "C'mon you bastard." She muttered. "I'm not going to let you beat me." Sitting back at her enchanting array, she set to work on a new charm. Maybe eighth time is a charm.

"I bet" Sierra said, giving Juliet a wry smirk, though sighed at Tomas's comment about 'Hell'. "It's not hell. Hell is a realm for spirits and souls it's not a place you can just 'go' to. As I said, 'The Demon Realm' should be called 'Avalon'." She said, it was at this point Viktor cut in, made his request the left. Around that time the 'Demon' in the Power Armor left as well.

With Viktor gone she turned back to the group. "Well, Karis is an Ex-Mercenary General, so should be expected really. Besides it might seem like 'torture' but you'll thank him for it in the long run." Just as she finished her sentence though, her wings, tail and horns all 'poofed' out to there full size, the sudden shift in weight causing her to fall back on her but, and her to curse a little, which from the sound of it, implied she wasn't in 'full' control of her new form and powers just yet.

Solomon Thorn

"Alright Solomon, how about you meet me in my office in about ten minutes."

"Come on, it's not Solomon, it's just Sol--" Sol said, waving to Yvette as she passed by, then added, "Yeah, okay. I'll see you then." He was rather relieved Vik had said yes, even though it wasn't necessary to meet up in Vik's office.

Perhaps he's actually going to tell me off for wasting his time, and he wanted to mimic a principle while doing so.

Unlikely, but still possible. Hanging up, Sol leaned backwards, staring at the ceiling for a bit before heading out. It wouldn't take quite 10 minutes to get to Vik's office.

Oh right, the burger.

He got up to put it in the fridge, then checked his watch again. "This is close enough." Sol muttered, and went on his way. Knocking on Vik's door, he waited for a brief moment, then opened the door.

"It's been 10 minutes," he said, and was about to step inside, but then he remembered his hat. Sol never wore his hat inside Vik's office, mostly so that the other would wonder why he kept removing it. Also, something something good manners or whatever.

"Hi, thanks for having me." Sol said and sat down in the closest chair. He examined Vik, and smiled, sheepishly. "Like my hair by the way? I just sort of decided to cut it. Some of my best work so far." He said it a bit absentmindedly, as he was really just waiting for Vik to ask what all of this was about.

Viktor

"Hi, thanks for having me. Like my hair by the way? I just sort of decided to cut it. Some of my best work so far."

"Yeah, it looks fine." Viktor replied, making a little 'get on with it' hand motion as he spoke. "You said you wanted to speak with me." He seriously hoped this was something important, he was getting very tired of having to pander to Solomon's ego to get the Hunter to do anything that may involve work he may dislike...like working with others.

Seth had made him promise to be a bit more flexible when it came to dealing with his team mates, and for the most part he found he was able to; but Solomon seemed to be able to get on his nerves with incredible ease. Pulling the last cigarette out of a crumpled pack that lay on his desk, Viktor lit it and exhaled towards the ceiling while he waited for a response.

Yvette

"Fuck this...I give up." Yvette sighed as she tossed another dead charm aside. She'd done every check she could think of. Inspected each line of the incantations for spelling and grammar, triple checked the sigils for accuracy, took the basic 'root' spells apart to their most fundamental levels to try and find errors, and nothing. She had no problem with Enchanting Theory; Hell, her marks there were the only reason she hadn't totally bombed out on the class, but her 'practical' was at best terrible. Even before the attacks, she'd had trouble putting together basic enchantments, and now that she was being given only slightly more advanced stuff, they just refused to work.

Shutting the arrays down, she double checked her notes to make sure she had it all down, then packed it up. She'd admit defeat, then see if the instructor could show her where she went wrong. Feeling more than a little annoyed with herself, she returned to the common room to where she'd left her Alchemy and Magical Theory work. A part of her noted that Sol had departed, but mostly she just focused on the course work she could actually do.

Solomon Thorn

"Yeah, it looks fine. You said you wanted to speak with me."

"Fine fine," Sol said, then he took a deep breath. "SoanywaysIgrewupinCaliforniaandmeandmyfamilywewerehappybut..." He stopped, and laughed awkwardly. "Sorry. Anyhow, the important bits; My mother died of cancer when I was fourteen, I spent a half year living with an emotionally abusive, alcohol father who didn't even try to keep me safe or fed, then I lived on the street, drinking and fucking and stealing through the day to pass time until I was 16, where I became a burglar and broke into... a lot of places. Really, I must've broken into more than 75 places during 5 years. And I didn't have any friends, and I kept using sexual favors as a way to keep my criminal contacts from abandoning me and all that stuff. And then, uhm, Elizabeth found me and saved my life from the leech mafia, at age 21."

He stopped talking, having barely taken a breath as he spoke, and looked at Vik for some sort of reaction. However, then he realized he didn't really want that reaction, and kept talking. "And I know this doesn't really concern you. I mean, I've tried to explain that I really don't have much of an instinct to trust or work together with people, and this might put some of that into context, but I didn't really come here to explain myself to you, sorry." He rubbed his nose, then folded his arms.

"I came, as I said, to ask for help, though I'd love it if you took into account that I trust you enough to tell you something I've only told Elizabeth before, and then mostly because she knew about part of it, and I was super drunk." He sighed. "Anyhow, I want help with telling Luke. We've fought about this, and we made up not more than an hour ago, but I ended up promising him I'd tell him about my past." He forced a smile. "And, I really don't know how to do that. I mean, how do you tell the person you love that you're just a lowly criminal who couldn't feel safe unless he promised people sexual favors? An underage boy who had sex just to pass time, and who'd drink just as much as his alcoholic father? Or a pathetic child who couldn't even cry during his mother's funeral, because he was just so, so tired? I mean, either he's going to hate me and think I'm despicable, or he's going to pity me, and either way he's probably never going to want to see me again, and that scares me, a lot."

His body language tightened as he spoke, though after a brief moment, he looked directly at Vik and smiled, feeling somewhat relieved to have told someone. "Anyhow, that's the gist of it. And I know, it's not your issue, but as I said, out of everyone here, I thought of you, because I respect you, and I hope you can help me, if only a little."

Mirabelle stood there and listened as the others talked to Sierra, patiently waiting until she could speak. In that time, the usual pleasantries were exchanged, complaints about training were told, and everything worthwhile that she could have said was said...great. Now she had to figure out what she would say herself since, outside of her weapon, she hadn't really done anything out of the ordinary. Of course, she could tell her all about Yvette...but it would probably be better if she met her herself. Either way, she had to come up with something to say.

While she thought that up, she overheard Sierra sighing and saying something that struck her as odd.

"It's not hell. Hell is a realm for?spirits and souls?it's not a place you can just 'go' to. As I said, 'The Demon Realm' should be called 'Avalon'."

Yes, she could see the point of not refering to the demon realm as Hell, but the insistance of calling it "Avalon" seemed...not right. After all, if it bothered the resident demons in the team, they certainly didn't seem to care enough to say or show it. Heck, even the Mercenary general seemed alright with it just being refered to as the demon realm, much less Seth or Juliet, neither of which Mira could see caring about what term they called it by. And yet now, Sierra, who had only been in the demon realm for a total of two months, was trying to change things which those from that realm presumably didn't think was broken. She was actually ready to say something to that effect too...until her wings, tail, and horn suddenly expanded and threw her of balance.

Deciding that her complain could be put on the back burner for a while, Mira offered a hand and helped pull Sierra up beofre finally saying, "Nothing has been all that different for me...save for a me making a weapon and us getting a new team member. Now...i'm glad you seem to have gotten something like your old form back but...how? I mean, if your too tired, i understand, but...i'd like to know."

Viktor

He sat back quietly and smoked while Solomon spilled the short version of his life's story; once the young hunter finished, he sat forward and stubbed out the butt end of the cigarette. "I'll give you the short version. Tell him, tell him the whole thing. Luke seems like a nice kid, but if he can't accept you because of what you've had to do to survive, then he's not worth your time." As he spoke he did his best not to shudder at the thought of the 'Leech Mob'; he'd encountered them a couple of times early on after he was turned, and that was more than enough for him.

Focusing back on the task at hand, he looked Sol square in the eye. "Unless you've left something out, you never killed anyone during your thieving, and as for the fucking and drinking? You did what you felt was needed to be safe and to deal with the stress. It certainly wasn't the healthiest way to go about things, but I can't exactly condemn you for that without being a massive hypocrite, so I won't."

"Like you said it's not really my issue, but despite how...trying...you can be at times Sol, I like you, and I think you and Luke are good together, and I'd hate to see that fall apart any further." Opening a new pack, he lit another cigarette. "Don't know if that's what you were hoping to hear, but that's the best I've got." He said, taking a drag and exhaling upwards.

Solomon Thorn

"I'll give you the short version. Tell him, tell him the whole thing. Luke seems like a nice kid, but if he can't accept you because of what you've had to do to survive, then he's not worth your time."

"You're sort of correct and sort of completely wrong," Sol grinned. I mean, yeah, I know, I should tell him everything. Perhaps especially the difficult parts. But no matter how he reacts, he'd be worth my time. Even if he rejects me and starts considering me some sort of lowlife, I'd still feel like he's worth my time. That's why I'm, you know. A bit nervous."

He wasn't a bit nervous. However, Sol had a feeling Vik already understood that.

"Unless you've left something out, you never killed anyone during your thieving, and as for the fucking and drinking? You did what you felt was needed to be safe and to deal with the stress. It certainly wasn't the healthiest way to go about things, but I can't exactly condemn you for that without being a massive hypocrite, so I won't. Like you said it's not really my issue, but despite how...trying...you can be at times Sol, I like you, and I think you and Luke are good together, and I'd hate to see that fall apart any further."

"You're right. I don't want us to fall apart any further too." He didn't even want to think the thought.

"Don't know if that's what you were hoping to hear, but that's the best I've got."

"No, it's good. I didn't really know what to expect. I'd never have wasted your time if I knew what you would say. I'm not that kinda guy. Really, you helped me gather my thoughts a lot, thank you." He tipped his hat, jokingly, and then continued.

"Also, there was a second thing. I think I'll probably be ranting now, though." He chuckled.

"But, you know. I know I've been difficult to deal with. I'm hoping perhaps some of this might explain it. I mean... well, you know. When I think of trusting people, I think of my father, who was supposed to protect me, and my brother who dragged me onto the street. I think of all the people I felt like I had to tip-toe around, and make sure they knew about my worth, else they too would abandon me. I can trust myself, but everyone else is... I try to ignore it, but even if we're supposed to be a group, I think about how I could be abandoned and betrayed in the earliest convenient moment. And then you tell me you'll remove me from the group if I don't act as I should, and I just feel even more like I'm this insignificant pawn who's so disposable and small that you might just forget me when we're out on a mission. And I can't be that, you know. I can't lower my guard, I can't be weak, and I have add something unique to the table, because if not I'll be replaced."

He smiled a forced smile. "Well, more simply put; I can't be a soldier, Vik, I can't follow blindly. I can listen to instructions, I can be trusted, because I will always honor promises. As long as one can be expected to, of course, but I consider that further than most.

But you know, I can't be a pawn, because I also have to look out for myself. No one else will. I can't even trust Elizabeth, or Luke, not like that, not because they're bad people, but because they need to protect themselves too. Only Sol will look out for Sol, that's what years of experience has taught me. And I know my weaknesses and strengths, I know what I need to do in order to prepare myself for a situation, so it frustrates me when I don't have an input on that. It frustrates me when I have years of experience in planning missions, even if they're just my own, and I don't even have a say. Because it feels like I'll be screwed over. It doesn't need to take more than one person, or even one mistake, for me to be on my own again. And I need to be prepared for that."

Sol scratched his nose. "I'll do my utmost to fulfil whatever is expected of me, and I'll protect everyone on the team to the point where I stop considering what the consequences might be. But I need to protect myself too. I can't trust anyone else to do that, and I can't lower my guard, ever. I simply cannot afford to trust anyone, can't afford having them think I'm worthless so they can throw me away." He poked at Vik's ash-tray, a bit absentmindedly. He then looked directly at Vik, the expression on his face a mix of solemnity and embarrassment, as well as just plain sadness. Sol didn't like talking about his thoughts or emotions.

"Does that make any sense? If not, don't worry, I promised to be a good boy, and I'll do as you said from now. Without complaining. That's a good treat now, isn't it? Almost worth it?"

"Oh? Who's the sucker?" Sierra snarked as Mira pulled her back up. "As you your question about how I got my new powers. It's tied to a theory Lady Riviera has, and has been researching for a while now, which ties to another theory she has." she said as she took her cloak off to let her wings settle more freely. "I got it through a process called 'Aetheric Evolution'. It's basically exposing some one to a massive amount of Aether to cause a mutation, but not at level's high enough to be fatal" Sierra explained. "It gets kinda complicated, with varying wave lengths depending on what realm your on. But the short of it is. I'm not 'human' any more technically, but I'm not a 'Demon' or 'Angel' ether."

Tomas

"It's not hell. Hell is a realm for spirits and souls it's not a place you can just 'go' to. As I said, 'The Demon Realm' should be called 'Avalon'."

Tomas just shrugged as he was about to say something until Sierra transform into her new form by mistake it seems and fell down. About to reach out to help her up but Mira beat him to it. "I see you been some new additions," he said, looking at her wings and horns. "And are having the same problems I had a while ago." He chuckled lightly. Knowing what it feels like to not have full control over your transformations yet.

William

William saw Sierra new form and wonder if she was becoming a demon. Before he could help Sierra up, Mira offer her hand and did the deed herself. A thought entered his head as Sierra was talking about how she was transformed into this state. "Um..Sierra...do you think..I was exposed to a high amount of Aether?" he asked, wondering if that how he got his powers.

He never knew how his father did it, but he was always curious about it.

After making his comment, Daniel hung back and watched as others took their turn in asking questions; there was a brief pause as Yvette came charging in, and apologised to Viktor, and by extension everyone else for missing the meeting. With some reassurance from Viktor about getting her a transcript of what was talked about, she left as quickly as she came.

I'll have to check on her later and see how her studies are going; after all, I do have the promise to keep.

Shortly thereafter, Sierra displayed the full extent of her changes, which caused her to fall down, luckily Mirabelle came into to pull her up. "Oh? Who's the sucker?" Asked Sierra as she enquired about the newcomer, then answered the golem's question on her new form.

"I got it through a process called 'Aetheric Evolution'. It's basically exposing someone to a massive amount of Aether to cause a mutation, but not at level's high enough to be fatal."

"It gets kinda complicated, with varying wavelengths depending on what realm you're on. But the short of it is. I'm not 'human' anymore technically, but I'm not a 'Demon' or 'Angel' either."

"Ah, Aetheric Evolution, that is a science I have not delved into for, years?... decades?... centuries?... suffice to say a very long time. Wavelengths are not the only thing you have to take into consideration when conducting such experimentation. There is the amount of Aether you expose someone too, which can vary from being to being. How the infusion of such a large amount of Aether might react to residual elements within the subject, especially if they are from a different realm; amongst other factors. Though I'm sure you took such measures into account with your own infusion, after all, you're still standing."

"As for the newcomer, a female Nephilim by the name of Yvette has joined the team. She was the one who came running in earlier. May not look it at first glance, but she has potential; I should know, given who her father is."

Viktor

Lighting a new smoke off the butt-end of the last one, he sighed. "I get what you mean about only trusting yourself, believe me. Granted it was under very different circumstances, but I know the feeling that you are the only one you can rely on...and that's also my problem..." He groaned a bit and rubbed the temple on the ruined side of his face. Why did I agree to do this...I don't do the whole 'inter-personal' stuff...

"You say you'll keep your word, do what your told, what have you...but what happens if and when something comes up that isn't in the best interest of Mister Solomon Thorn? How can I trust you to watch my back, or the backs of anyone else on this team, if I can't be one hundred percent certain that you'll still be there? You say Luke is 'worth it'? How do you know he'll feel the same if you won't let him get that close? And he will...eventually..."

"I'm not as old as you might think, what with me being a vampire. I was born in 1921 in a little place not far from Kyiv. My mother and older brother died in the '30s, mass starvation caused by the Soviets in an attempt to get rid of the 'undesirables'." He spat, taking a long drag. "I went to work in a factory, and my father...he drank. He wasn't abusive...he just wasn't there; losing my mother and brother broke him, the only time he crawled out of the bottle was if it was empty, and even then only for long enough for him to crawl into a new one. I didn't know what else to do, so I worked, I made sure we had a place to live, food to eat...but then the war came and an artillery shell hit our apartment building. Killed him and pretty much everyone else inside; I was working at the time."

"From there I joined the UIA and fought both sides. I learned to only rely on myself because they'd either let you down when you needed their strength, or they'd die on you. I got turned in '47...saved my life, but it wasn't until the '60s I started to trust...only to have that literally stab me in the back, but by then I had people to stop me from falling into my old ways." He realized he'd finished his latest cigarette, and lit another one. "Trust isn't easily learned after something like that, I can guess even less so when it was broken on a much more personal level...but for your own sake, and the sake of those you care about, it's worth trying." Shifting in his seat, he leant forward and offered his baseball mitt of a hand to Sol. "The objective part of me says you are too much of a risk and I should send you on your way, but instead, I'm going to trust you on your word; and I hope that in time you'll be able to trust me and those closest to you that we won't abandon you if you need us."

Yvette

"Finally..." She sighed, slumping against the couch as she finished the last of her Magical Theory work. She'd gotten her Alchemy paper done as well, so now all she had left was the Enchanting...and that made her feel like she wanted to hit something. "Fuck that."

Flaking out on the couch, she booted up her laptop and began to idly cruise around online, diving into the time-sink that was Pintrest.

Solomon Thorn

"You say you'll keep your word, do what your told, what have you...but what happens if and when something comes up that isn't in the best interest of Mister Solomon Thorn? How can I trust you to watch my back, or the backs of anyone else on this team, if I can't be one hundred percent certain that you'll still be there? You say Luke is 'worth it'? How do you know he'll feel the same if you won't let him get that close? And he will...eventually..."

"I know, I know. But I can't do anything about that." He pulled a bit of his hair. "It's not that easy."

"I'm not as old as you might think, what with me being a vampire. I was born in 1921 in a little place not far from Kyiv. My mother and older brother died in the '30s, mass starvation caused by the Soviets in an attempt to get rid of the 'undesirables'." He spat, taking a long drag. "I went to work in a factory, and my father...he drank. He wasn't abusive...he just wasn't there; losing my mother and brother broke him, the only time he crawled out of the bottle was if it was empty, and even then only for long enough for him to crawl into a new one. I didn't know what else to do, so I worked, I made sure we had a place to live, food to eat...but then the war came and an artillery shell hit our apartment building. Killed him and pretty much everyone else inside; I was working at the time."

"From there I joined the UIA and fought both sides. I learned to only rely on myself because they'd either let you down when you needed their strength, or they'd die on you. I got turned in '47...saved my life, but it wasn't until the '60s I started to trust...only to have that literally stab me in the back, but by then I had people to stop me from falling into my old ways. Trust isn't easily learned after something like that, I can guess even less so when it was broken on a much more personal level...but for your own sake, and the sake of those you care about, it's worth trying."

"The objective part of me says you are too much of a risk and I should send you on your way, but instead, I'm going to trust you on your word; and I hope that in time you'll be able to trust me and those closest to you that we won't abandon you if you need us."

Uhm. That's a lot to process.

A little more than he felt like doing right now.

Sol looked at Vik's hand, a thousand thoughts going through his mind. However, he pushed them aside, and took Vik's hand. "Yeah. I hope so too. Anyhow, what should I say... Oh, I know. I solemnly swear that I'm not up to no good. Which means I'll be a good boy and protect the students here. I mean, sure, I need to protect myself, but many of my teammates are not especially trained newbies. Don't underestimate my ability to care about others, and don't underestimate my ability to act. I'm not a coward, I've risked my life for money countless times before, and I've risked my life for other people, why do you think this one is different? You can trust me to do my job." He quickly withdrew his hand, perhaps a bit too quickly, and smiled apologetically, before leaning backwards.

"And I'm sorry for what happened to you. That's all I can say, really. I mean, I'd offer you a shoulder to cry on, but you don't seem like the type. Still, if you're actually looking for a shoulder at some point, remember that mine is almost the same height as yours."

He patted his own shoulder.

"Anyhow, it's been nice, but I think I should go." He stood up and headed for the door. "Unless there's something else?" he said, voice sounding hopeful, though what he hoped for was being able to leave quickly, not a longer conversation.

But this is a little odd, isn't it?

If Vik was seriously still considering Sol the issue, he was looking in the entirely wrong place, wasn't he?

"Actually, Vik, look. Am I really on the top of your list of problems within the team? Because if so, you need to stop thinking about me and start examining how the group is as a whole. You either need to step down from the role as "boss" and become the leader, or you need to appoint one. Because even I can see that all we have now is a mess. And that's not my fault. I really like the others, they're nice kids and demons and angels and all that. But, in my professional opinion, our teamwork is not working, and no physical training is going to fix that. You're asking me to rely on people where some of them don't even trust themselves."

He put his hat on and fixed it as he walked backwards through the open door. "But that's just my professional opinion as an experienced hunter and master thief, you can feel free to ignore it." Sol gave Vik a chance to reply, but he was clearly heading out.

"Um..Sierra...do you think..I was exposed to a high amount of Aether?" William asked after hearing Sierra explanation on what she'd done to her self. "Maybe, it's more complicated then I make it sound. The only way I could tell for sure is if I had the details of how you got your powers, them compare that to what I know."

and almost as if on que, Daniel stepped in with some of those 'more complicated details'
"Though I'm sure you took such measures into account with your own infusion, after all, you're still standing."

"Not really, but I did use the notes Lady Riviera had on the subject to get a rough idea what I'd need to do to 'not die'. But the list of things to take into account for is ridiculous for something who's result is going to be pretty much random no matter what you do." Sierra then stretched a little "But for now, I think back to the dorm would be best, partly cause some one else is gonna wanna use the room, and partly, I need a nap." and with that, Sierra made her way back to the dorm, intent on sleeping for a bit before some one tried to make her do things.

When she got there she found some one she didn't know on the couch. "You must be Yvette." she said, looking slightly more tired then before. "I'm Sierra, Viktor has probably complained about me, or more likely said nothing, ether way, 'hi'." she said, yawning a bit. "Sorry. Anyway, we can have a proper introduction later, right now I need sleep." she said, and wandered off back to her room and crashed out completely.

Not 10 minutes later, a message came through every ones phone from Seth saying there was to be a second team meeting in an hour and that all members where to meet, which in this case was the dorm they all shared.

In the time it took Mirabelle to decide what things to say about Yvette and if it was her place to tell Sierra what she was...Daniel flat out told her who Yvette was and what she was. She wondered if that was the right call to make, telling Sierra about Yvette's nature, though all things considered Sierra probably didn't care too much, so all in all, she decided to drop it. After that Sierra left, running off to go to sleep. Mira was a bit suprised about that since the presentation didn't seem that exausting...before she realized that her friend had most likely spent hours going over the information, trying to decide what to put in and what was worth talking about. With all that in mind, maybe it was best to table her critique of it indefinently...or at least until the next time she had to present.

With that done, she couldn't help but begin contemplating Will's question to her. She found herself realizing that she had never given thought as to how Will's powers came about and how they worked. Of course. If they were aether connected or not was probably easy enough to solve. Assuming that they were somehow aether connected, in theory his abilities would have been super boosted just like those who used aether so they just had to see i he remembered them being enhanced. Of course, that was two months ago during a very intense situation...the likelihood of him remembering was most likely near zero. Not to mention the effect the medallion would have had on his abilities in that time. All in all...they would probably have to try to replicate the effects of the demon realm in order to test properly. Well...maybe she could ask Daniel about trying such a thing later...with Will's premission of course. After all, the reason she was even thinking about it was for him, so that he could get an answer on that if he really wanted it.

But that could wait til tomorrow. Right now, she figured that they had all had enough to mull over for tonight and with that she bid Daniel, Will, an Juliet adu, heading back to their common room and waiting wth Yvette until the meeting.

Viktor

He chuckled a bit at Sol, then shook he head when he offered his shoulder, so to speak. "Thanks for the offer, but I've put those particular demons to rest." Mostly.

"Actually, Vik, look. Am I really on the top of your list of problems within the team? Because if so, you need to stop thinking about me and start examining how the group is as a whole. You either need to step down from the role as "boss" and become the leader, or you need to appoint one. Because even I can see that all we have now is a mess. And that's not my fault. I really like the others, they're nice kids and demons and angels and all that. But, in my professional opinion, our teamwork is not working, and no physical training is going to fix that. You're asking me to rely on people where some of them don't even trust themselves, but that's just my professional opinion as an experienced hunter and master thief, you can feel free to ignore it."

That caught him off guard a bit, but the damned thing was that Solomon was right. "Well, don't let me keep you." He replied, making a small 'shoo-ing' motion as Sol backed towards the door. Alone once more, he slumped in his seat and stared blankly at the wall. He's right, I'm no 'leader'...at least not for something like this. The job required a deft hand and a light touch, like epee foil fencing...and he knew he was more like a battle axe. I need to get them to recall me, Milo or Irina would be much better at this.

He woke up his computer and began to compose an e-mail requesting a transfer from this situation, when his phone buzzed. Looking at the message, he sighed. "<What does that over-sized belt want now?>"

Yvette

Yvette looked up in surprise as a rather demon-y looking woman stood over the couch.

"You must be Yvette. I'm Sierra, Viktor has probably complained about me, or more likely said nothing, either way, 'hi'." Sorry. Anyway, we can have a proper introduction later, right now I need sleep."

"Um..Hi, I-I" She stuttered, finding herself a bit flustered at Sierra's introduction; but before she could get a real response sorted out, Sierra was off. "Hey that's my r-" The door clicked shut. "-oom." She felt so confused. That wasn't helped by the message that there was going to be another meeting. Fortunately she didn't have to go anywhere for that one. The outer door opened once more, and she sat up to look over the back of the couch. "Oh, hey Mirabelle. Um, do you know someone named Sierra? Tall, crystal looking horns and wings?"

Solomon Thorn

"Thanks for the offer, but I've put those particular demons to rest."

You sure?

Sol decided not to ask aloud. It would be rude to, and besides, he didn't need more on his plate. Even if he had been the one offering it.

"Well, don't let me keep you."

Sol noted the lack of reply about the team thing from Vik's side, and gave the kind of bow you'd only see in movies about people from history. Voice dripping with serious respect, he spoke, his bow elegant. Had it not been for his sarcastic and amused tone, one might think he was serious. "With your permission, M'lord." He winked. "Seriously though, I'm a good boy now. You can rely on me."

Leaving Vik with those words, he thought about what he had heard. He had to admit that, to a certain extent, Vik was right. Not only about Luke, but about Sol. And Sol knew that, he knew him withdrawing himself from the others when it felt like some connection might be made was a bad thing, especially as he seemed to be one of the only ones trying to reach out to the others. But it annoyed him that he got all the focus, or so much that Vik considered trying to get him fired.

But what can change the group dynamic?... Well, Juliet's good at reaching out.

She'd tried to give the others possibilities to bond, and, out of everyone there, she was the only one who had noticed Sol wasn't feeling right. Or the only one who had cared enough to reach out, one or the other.

Vik probably doesn't even consider that he's got her. She could probably help him, if he managed to get her interest back.

At least, in Sol's mind, it seemed obvious that the reason Juliet wasn't attending the training was that it was uninteresting to her.

Perhaps I should talk to her. Her turning up might make Vik more pliable, and if Juliet could make the group work together...

Yeah, that could work. It could definitely work. He'd be a good boy while working towards gaining trust. And, then there would be less of a chance of someone dying because of bad team work. And Vik was overworked either way. And, best of all, Sol didn't need to do that much, which was good considering how occupied he was with Luke at the moment. Luke and studies.

Speaking of which...

He lifted his phone to see what the time was, but noticed he'd gotten a message a while back, from a little after his meeting with Vik. It was about a team meeting an hour later, though at this point it was more like 15 minutes.

That's what I get for turning it on silent mode.

Sol wasn't exactly dependant on his phone, so he didn't have the habit of checking his messages. Heading back to the dorms, he made it there in good time and took an empty seat in the common room. Taking off his shoes so that he could pull his feet up as well, Sol was content greeting the others with a cheerful "Hi, how'r ya doing?".

William

"Maybe, it's more complicated then I make it sound. The only way I could tell for sure is if I had the details of how you got your powers, them compare that to what I know."

Will was going to reply, though a bit unsure of himself if he should tell them about his past. Though before he could say anything, everyone was tired and heading out. Sighing a bit, as he let them go. Heading back to the room to rest a bit himself, mostly going on the computer to waste some time.

Though as soon as he got to sit down in his chair, he got a message about a meeting. "Darn it.." Will said as he got back up and head towards the meeting room. Wondering what happen to make them call meet up so soon.

Tomas

Tomas bid farewell to everyone else as they all decide to split up. Tomas deciding to chat with a few of the others members. Seeing how they are doing with the training and such. As well as their thoughts on the new threat they have to deal with. Though within ten minutes, Tomas got a message about a meeting. Sighing as he started to head towards their dorm room where the meeting will be.

Walking in a few minutes later to see some of them already there. "Evening again.." Tomas said as he took his seat beside Mira. "Any idea what this meeting is about?" Tomas asked in a low voice, not wanting to disturbed the others.

1 hour later

Seth walked in to see, most every one there. Sierra was missing, Seth shrugged internally "Some one tell Sierra, when ever she shows up, she needs to re-qualify for field missions." he started, not even questioning or seeming to care Sierra wasn't 'here'. "This team, as well as two others, has been selected for a special operation." pulling a file out of his jacket and setting it on the table. "We've obtained the location of a few Regalia 'bases', and we will be playing the role of janitor, and 'clearing out the trash'."

"There is also secondary objective, there is a VIP to locate and extract at one of the target locations." he said flipping to the picture of the VIP in-question. "He's one of ours. An under cover operative apparently, and he pressed the 'get me the fuck out' button. Seems he's concerned they might be on to him, ether way, we're going in after him, with the attacks on the other locations being a 'faint' to cover the fact we're really just going in for one guy." He explained to the group. "Any questions?"

Solomon Thorn

"There is also secondary objective, there is a VIP to locate and extract at one of the target locations. He's one of ours. An under cover operative apparently, and he pressed the 'get me the fuck out' button. Seems he's concerned they might be on to him, ether way, we're going in after him, with the attacks on the other locations being a 'feint' to cover the fact we're really just going in for one guy. Any questions?"

"Just a couple," Sol said, hand raised. He got a bit uncomfortable by the situation. If the person in the picture was a human he had to be underage, right? And it had to be a human, because, well, wouldn't Regalia figure out if not? Being undercover was, supposedly, a very difficult task. Sam had talked a little about it when he spoke about his deal with the police, but it was an unpleasant memory so Sol's older brother had quickly explained it and then changed the topic. From the sound of it, however, it took a lot of guts and dedication, mixed with the ability to detach themselves from those they had to befriend during their time undercover. That did not sound like an easy task.

"Are we the ones who'll get the secondary objective? Or are we just "cleaning up", as you said? And... well, this is mostly for the sake of my thoughts, but why did you send someone as young as that?" He hoped Seth would reply with that the boy in the picture was actually a vampire or some sort of creature that could be hundreds of years without ageing. Or a human who had somehow managed to stay young for that long. A 100 year old going undercover felt less wrong than a boy.

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