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[size15 [Abel Color as we once knew it, has been eradicated. There are no more bright and colorful tones left in this world. The population as a whole is utterly colorblind- seeing the world in only shades of black and white.
This is largely to blame on the very event that rocked the world to its very core. Labeled only as The Cataclysm by those old enough to have witnessed it. The world became an inhospitable place for humans and animals alike. It left them with the inability to perceive color. Those that had power and influence chose to move underground. They built a large city with high walls that separated the different castes of society around a place they called Monochrome City- a so called safe haven for those that remained.
Years after this disastrous event, many people attempted to recreate the color that made the world beautiful, but it always ended up in horrible failure. They eventually gave up, but there were others that didn't, and the research was stolen by a group of anarchists that came from the inner rungs of the city.
With the stolen research, they created bombs that hit major parts of the city. Oddly- or thankfully- there was no death that followed these bombings. Though, a new disease spread like wildfire amongst the denizens of Monochrome City.
The sickness proved hostile to experimental drugs. A catatonic state followed symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, dysentery, and dehydration. Patterns appeared on their skin- oftentimes geometrical in origin. They knew this was not a natural illness, but they were powerless as it was nondiscriminatory in who it targeted. For those that survived the ordeal, a colorful mutation remained to remind them. Almost like being labeled as an infected wasn't enough.
After spending a year or more in quarantine, those that survived were released after showing no further signs of contagion. It left everyone puzzled, and just to be safe, those in charge relegated them to the lower rungs of the city- the slums.
Two factions of young visionaries labeled as infected- once rivals- have come together to form The Technicolor. Their penultimate goal is to bring back the memories of their colorful past and protect others like them. They desire peace, but won't hesitate to fight.
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[center [Abel Freyr wasn’t sure what to say to Ruby when she handed him one of her lollipops. He was surprised that she was willing to share her sweets with him. It was rude to refuse someone who seemed so willing to share, and so he gave her a half smile and took it from her before he placed it into his pocket. “Thanks, but you didn't have to do that, you know? I’ll see you later,” He certainly hoped they had some time to spend together after this was over as the three of them had hardly seen one another since they’d moved to the Penumbra base. The last time he'd seen her, he was comforting her as she shifted through the ashes of their base.
The tone of the meeting shifted into mentions of the shifters that they'd encountered. The boy was a little uncomfortable once he noticed that most of the eyes in the room had been drawn in his direction. He wasn't used to drawing attention to himself, but he supposed that they would have questions about these things that only he and Kyanite could answer at this moment. His right calf ached, and he reached a hand down to tug up his pant's leg- showing them the bandage that was wrapped tightly around his leg. “They’re about the size of a small dog, and black in color. If you get too close to them, then they shoot small pellets at you that get lodged beneath your skin. Thankfully, the tracker pellets don’t work, but they are difficult to get rid of.” He’d been too scared to come back to base to have the doctor take them out just in case they were working; he hadn't wanted to put everyone else's life in danger just to save his own.
At Luca’s outburst, Freyr reached up to tug on his sleeve in hopes that he'd just get over it and sit back down, but he grasped at only air as the red-head was already gone by the time that he attempted to pull him back. He sighed- even more embarrassed that the male acted this way. Sure, the new king was nothing like the old one, but Luca wasn’t even in Cascade anymore, and so the change of leadership did nothing to affect him. He would have to talk to the male later about the way he acted in front of everyone else as this behavior would only lower their karma.
“Let this be a warning for all of you,” The queen began. “Behavior like that will lose you karma points that affects not just one of you, but both of you. The lower your karma, you can and will be demoted or will be given work that keeps you closer to base.”
He sighed and rubbed lightly at his temple with his index finger. “I can go,” He volunteered himself as he’d rather just give Luca the time to stew for a while before reining him in. And it seemed that Agate was already busy dealing with their king to catch up like he’d hoped they could. “I’d rather give the drama queen some time to himself and make myself useful than stay here locked out of my own room until he decides to calm down.”Freyr was used to Luca’s behavior by now, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t embarrassed by it when it exploded like this in a group full of people. Despite him still being a bit gimpy from his last mission with Luca, he knew he should at the very least be able to keep up with Tiger’s Eye. “Let’s take ten minutes to get things ready and meet in the lobby?” He suggested- pulling himself to his feet slowly. ]]
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Walking into the base of operations was almost like walking into a relatives house that you rarely visited and whose conversations revolved awkwardly around ‘how the job was’, ‘how have you been’ and ‘you seeing anyone’. Though most of the main group had centered themselves in the kitchen to steal whatever food was left lying around. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her coat, Evelyn sauntered after Sardonyx, pursing her lips while waiting for the meeting to begin. A tiny vibration in her pocket made her fish out her phone. Nimble fingers worked over the touch screen swiftly, eyes scanning the message with a small smirk.
[Text+Me+One From [b Cinnamon]]
[Text+Me+One You do realize that you just told me to take a break with you and start on another task in the same message. At least sweet talk me a little before you throw down some dirty work.]]
After a few minutes, Cinnabar began speaking. Evelyn's brow rose as the small woman spoke out her new orders. [i [#660066 ‘All of this could have just been sent in an email or a text.’]] Evelyn resisted the urge to groan - or maybe it was a yawn. The short-haired detective found it extremely out of place that Sardonyx didn’t have a word in the speech or even from what it looked like a say. Though she could have been wrong about that. It had been a hot minute since she had looked into the lives of her comrades since the missing person rate had suddenly shot through the roof. Just how long had it been? Tigers Eye’s mind began to wander in the middle of Romi’s speech only snapping back to reality when she heard her code name called out to the others.
[b “-with Malachite.”] Evelyn’s grey eyes darted over to the fairly tall man. Had they spoken a word to one another before? She wrinkled her nose in thought while Cinnabar went on with the meeting. ‘Working close’ would be rather hard for her, since she was self-employed and most people knew that. Though she could lie and say that she was buried in casework - not a lie - and need some extra hands to help her out - not really a lie. In the reality of the moment, Tigers Eye hadn’t spoken a lot to most of the new and old teammates since the incident in December. Cases piled up and her time was stretched out thin.
A smile decorated her lips as she strode towards her new partner, however, the commotion around the King and Queen. Rolling back on her heels, Evelyn’s rose a single brow at the silly red-headed male that thought for some reason jumping into the fight would - actually she had [i no clue] what getting into the fight would get him. [i [#660066 ‘Being bilingual is impressive, but it loses that spice when you are a cunt about it dearie.’]] Evelyn thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes into outer space at the pettiness of the ‘my panties are bigger than yours’ battle between the two higher-ups.
[b [#660066 “Like the old king or not,”]] Evelyn spoke up loud enough so that her voice carried a little through the room. [b [#660066 “He is dead, no coming back from that.”]] Tiger's Eye took her hands out of her trench coats pocket and smoothed down the front of her dress. [b [#660066 “If anyone would like to join me for a little B and E.”]] Evelyn looked pointedly at her childish leaders and said; [b [#660066 “that stands for bacon and eggs,]] while mouthing the words ‘no it doesn’t’ after the fact towards the one - maybe two?- comrades that seemed to be listening before going on. [b [#660066 “There have been a lot of children going missing lately both from the slums and from the fancy pants upside. I have a gut feeling that one or two of these kids might be...marked?”]] Evelyn showgirl her leg that had her color marking. If she wasn’t wearing her leggings one would be able to see it. [b [#660066 “Anyone is welcome to join me, just..make sure you wear some shoes you can run and possibly jump in.”]]
Kyanite couldn't help the scoff that escaped from the back of his throat at Iolite's mention of hurrying up so the Queen didn't have a chance to yell at them. At this point she was probably perpetually exasperated with the pair as it was. Only the pair of knights could walk into a mission that required them to find out what information the Order had against the two factions and turn into a nearly death mission. That wasn't to say they had failed, the fact that they managed to make it out alive was proof of that. But blowing their cover in front of many powerful people wasn't exactly how they had wanted the mission to turn out. That and [i her] eyes when she realized who he was. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. It would have been better off if she thought he was dead.
Still, he rose once again from the bed when he was told, following Freyr out of the room and shoving his hands into his pockets in the process. [+B40404 "Mi fa male l'occhio,"] the red head grumbled under his breath, but not caring whether or not the male besides him overheard. While he had been spending some time teaching the other the language his Grandparents had taught him as a child, he was sure the phrase was still out of his vocabulary. It was a simple admission that he normally wouldn't say at all, least people see him as weak. He felt like an old man rather than a 24 year old, his back was sore, his eye hurt. What was next?
Luca had taken to walking on Freyr's right side as he slowly began to trust the other knight more. It was just easier to worry less about guarding his blind spot, leaving him with more of a chance to observe the rest of his surroundings. At this point it just was out of habit that he found himself drifting to the right as they began walking towards the meeting. When the other departed to speak with some other members of Technicolor, the red head only acknowledged it with a grunt, quickening his pace. He knew the way to the conference room by heart at least.
He nodded stiffly to his Queen as he passed her in the hall, quickly entering the large room and making note of who was already there. Even Cascade's King was already there, which the Penumbra knight wasn't really surprised about. Sardonyx... if he was honest, the man irritated him to no end. But Luca wasn't a very honest person in the first place, preferring to keep himself as closed off as possible unless necessary. Perhaps it was just his subconscious when he sat down in a spot that would allow him to watch the King out of his left eye rather than his right, as if he didn't entirely trust the psychiatrist.
Leaning back in his seat the knight yawned, no doubt taking an interest in climbing back into bed- Freyr's bed as soon as possible. At this point whether or not the other man was also in the bed didn't matter, just that he could sleep and forget about the cold. Not long after he had settled down the rest of the ranking members of Technicolor entered the room and Queen Romi began the meeting she had called to order.
It wasn't surprising for the Queen to bring up the trackers that had first come up during their last mission. Anyone watching him however, might have seen the slight flinch when she initially brought them up. But anyone would flinch if they remembered what it took to get rid of the tracker once they had realized Freyr had gotten hit with one. And all the blood that covered his hands once he had cut it free. They had just gotten lucky that it didn't work in the first place, or their escape might not have been clear cut as it had been. Blue eyes flickered down briefly to his hands, as if he could still feel the blood between his fingers.
The second part of the meeting, while surprising to him, wasn't particularly new. He and Iolite had already worked together a couple times even before the Cascade base fell so they were already used to the arrangement. Still, he took to observing all the other's in the meeting, gauging their reactions. Somehow he found himself drawn to the King once again, and that's where his eye stayed as the man sighed, and Agate drew near. Maybe it was the way that the man said that he thought he was the King- sometimes even the smallest thing that set him off.
[+B40404 "You wish you were half the King the old King was, testa di cazzo."] Luca hissed after he had stood up from his chair, speaking louder than he had meant to. It was almost amusing how the sharp Italian phrase for dickhead he had used to snarl at Freyr when they first met was finally in reference to someone that was not the other knight. Meeting over, the red head forced a noncommittal sound from his lips as he turned to stalk out of the room.
Dom chomped away on his apple as the rest of the two factions took their sweet time gathering in the room. Whether or not they actually took a long time to gather was irrelevant. The fact that he had time to finish his apple and the core along with it meant they took too long for his tastes. Perhaps he was antsy because he already knew what this meeting was for.
The first thing that would be brought up was the trackers. The Order had been pressing their advantage ever since the destruction of Cascade's original base. Every now and then, there were men that came through that were obviously sent by The Order. It was obviously a scare tactic to try and get a rise out of them and get them out of hiding. Freyr and Luca were sent in all known locations to erase these very hyenas. Needless to say, they had their last laughs and breaths. The trackers came from this loss of manpower. It just made sense to do this the first time and carefully monitor the areas of suspicion. The Order just got too cocky and needed a reminder of who they were dealing with.
The second thing was something Dom and Romi had at each other on being a buddy system. This subject was touchy not because of the partnering up, but because of the partners themselves. Dom did not believe for a second that Romi was capable of accurately determining pairing that mixed Cascade and Penumbra. He insisted on doing it himself seeing as how he was the psychiatrist and all. He had a much easier time of getting inside people's heads and matching them up. But as a show of good faith, of which he had none, he passed the task on to the queen with only one request; do not randomize the pairings.
Sure enough, Romi touched on both subjects; however, things did not sound very clear from his perspective. The pairings did not sound very cohesive. The king and queen with their pawns sounded alright at first, but why with their own? It would make more sense to trade pawns as to get an idea of both factions and get comfortable. As a matter of fact, Citrine would've been better paired with Eve to improve their programming. Dom did not feel she would learn anything under Romi. It was no offense to her, but there were things almost anyone of Cascade could have taught her. Malachite and Eve would be decent if he did not already expect Eve to throw fits with the guy. It felt like she did the exact opposite of what he advised not to do. He would definitely have a talk with Romi another day.
Dom leaned on the back legs of his chair using his feet to balance himself with the table while letting out a sigh. [i What a disappointment...] he thought before Agate approached and sat before speaking. [i Shrink...really...] He actually took a slight offense to that particular title. Calling him as such undermined his abilities; not that she would know that.
[+orange "Oh?"] he spoke being sarcastically surprised. [+orange "And here I thought [b I] was the king, but I guess not."] Dom pulled himself up with the chair back on all fours. [+orange "Lemme ask you a question you don't have to answer; if you know what I do and you know I am King..."] Dom paused as he stood from the chair and leaned in next to her ear and whispered, [+orange "...what makes you think I haven't already been inside your head?"] Someone like him as a king would never carry a team whose minds he could not trust.
He back away from the table and stretched his arms. [+orange "Come on then. We are going to the place you call home. I'm gonna make this easy and have you gather your things and move in with me for the time being,"] Dom spoke putting his hands in his pockets. [+orange "I won't have any objections either. I have vacant room at my place that isn't used, but it's kept up nicely. You'll need to be close so it'll be convenient for me to teach the things I feel you need to know."] With that said he walked back to the fridge and grabbed a 'red delicious' apple and took a bite while he waited at the door. Time for him was about to start dragging on.
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[center [size13 [Cutive+Mon Siobhan let a slight smile perk up the corners of her mouth when Yoko jumped; apparently she needed to start wearing a bell with how much she surprised people. She registered that the King had entered the kitchen for a moment, only to grab an apple and make a sarcastic remark about teamwork. At least, she [i thought] it was sarcastic. He was hard for her to read; he had stupid psychology on his side. Siobhan had never had the patience for the stuff, but she could admit that it gave him an edge. "[+navy [i You could've at least helped...]]" She grumbled at the man's back as he exited the kitchen. One would think a King would have more concern for his minions, but one could always be wrong.
Siobhan felt her cell buzz again, and a quick glance let her know that Freyr had responded. She hummed, mulling over the response, when Yoko responded to her previous offer of the lollipop retrieval. Siobhan nodded and was just crouching down to give Yoko a lift when Freyr entered the kitchen, his glorious height finally coming in handy for reaching the inconveniently placed jar of lollipops.
"[+navy Thanks for the assist, Frey. I agree, we haven't talked in a while, it might do some good. Plus, you and I have some... catching up to do.]" Siobhan smiled slightly and waggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner, tilting her head towards the direction Kyanite was walking.
The signature clicking of the heels that the Queen wore alerted everyone in the kitchen and Siobhan let out a small sigh, sure they were about to get told off for being late to the impromptu little meeting she had set up. Siobhan was surprised to hear that it was only a kind reminder of their near tardiness. Her eyebrow raised slightly, but she followed after Freyr and Yoko, leaving her jacket and scarf draped over the chair. She knew that everyone in the base would steer clear of "reclaiming" them, lest they suffer her wrath. She popped the cherry lollipop that she had claimed from Yoko's prized jar in her mouth while she walked to the board room and plopped into the seat farthest from the doors; sure, it was inconvenient, but it provided several meatbags between her and potential invaders. Of course, that wouldn't do much good if the Order dropped another fucking bomb.
The meeting went about as well as Siobhan had expected. The Order had gotten their hands on new tech. She couldn't help but glance at Freyr when the Queen mentioned that he and Kyanite had previous experience with these things. Without realizing it fully, she pushed her cell away from her slightly, made even more cautious of the technology by this new information. Her mood was soured even further when she learned that not only would she have to travel with a partner at all times outside of headquarters, that partner was the King, Sardonyx. It was all Siobhan could do to keep from groaning in dismay. Knowing her history, as the Queen must, why would she decide to pair them together? It had to be an attempt at some form of remedial therapy on her attitude, but gods, couldn't she have asked first? Fuck, this was going to suck. [+navy [i 'Rank was not a consideration my ass.']] Siobhan thought, brooding over what she was going to have to put up with for the foreseeable future. She had a feeling that this karma system was not going to be friendly to a girl like her, especially when she's paired up with the King. A [i psychologist] King, no less. He would wriggle his way inside her head in no time, she could feel it.
With the end of the meeting came the time for getting to know the partners. Freyr and Kyanite were set since they'd been working together for a bit, but everyone else was at a bit of a disadvantage. Reluctantly, Siobhan made her way towards the King and sat on the table next to him, crossing her legs in front of her and taking the lollipop out of her mouth to better speak clearly.
"[+navy So we're partners now. I just want to set one ground rule for you: I know you're a shrink, so no trying to get into my head, alright? That's my one condition if this is gonna work.]" Siobhan stated simply, sucking on the lollipop after each sentence, then placing it back in her mouth once she was done.]]]
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[font "Bookman Old Style" Ruby was so absorbed by the task at hand of retrieving her stash that she did not register Siobhan's entrance until she had outright spoken to her and physically got close. She gave a little jump in response, but looked up at her as she offered her assistance, whether it be helping to get the lollipops or cook something quick. Her grumpy mood dissipated at the offer. It didn't take much to make the young woman happy, it was just nearly impossible to get her to ever [i show] it.
As the other woman shed some layers, something Ruby should also do, she thought about what she wanted to do. Were the lollipops that important to her? Wait, that was a dumb question: of course they were. However, were they worth the trouble of climbing for? Well, if she didn't get them down now, she felt like she was never going to get them back. Yeah, they were worth the effort.
That's when the king showed up, remarking something about teamwork before retrieving something from the fridge. At his comment about hurrying up, she realized that they were running out of time. She still needed to give a verbal response to Siobhan.
[b [#800000 "Yes, please. I would like to get my jar back."]]
She couldn't help but still feel just a little bit awkward when she talked to people, but being with Cascade has taught her how to open up little by little. After the bombing, she also had to learn that it was alright to rely on other people. It was physically impossible for any one person to do everything by themselves .
That's when Freyr arrived. His logic was sound, but she was still a little irked that someone would put them in a nearly-impossible place to reach. Before the girls could put their plan into motion, he acted every bit of his role as a knight and got them down for her. Her eyes glistened as she retrieved them from the counter.
[b [#800000 "Thank you."]]
He suggested that the three of them talk together and she nodded in agreement. With all that had happened, when was the last time that she had a normal conversation with anyone? It was always something about the work they needed to complete or the status of their rebellion. The queen arrived and left in a quick, formal fashion. Freyr left after her. Oh shoot, she should have offered him one of her sweets.
Speaking of, Ruby turned to Siobhan and held out the jar towards her. [b [#800000 "You can still have one."]] She did offer to help, after all, and was willing to let her climb on her shoulders.
After the woman took one, Ruby grabbed one and promptly put it in her mouth. All the tension left her body the moment the sugary flavors took over. [i [#800000 'Mmm... Green apple...']] She grabbed a couple more and stuffed them in her jean pocket. After putting the jar back in its proper place, she promptly made her way to the boardroom along with everyone else. When she got there, she took a lollipop out of her pocket and handed it to Freyr. If there were any objections, she ignored them and continued to hold it out to him until he took it; refusal was not an option.
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Ruby knew there was a reason to feel uneasy about this meeting. She had every right to think that way with all that the queen has shared. Things have gotten a lot more dangerous than before since The Order was getting serious. Because of the changes and the heightened risk to all Technicolor members, they would have to work in pairs. How the partners were assigned did not initially make sense in her mind, but they didn't have to. She wasn't the leader and therefore it wasn't in her right place to argue the decisions that were made.
The only cause for concern was the person who she was assigned to. She happened to make eye contact with Aegirine when their names were said, but she didn't remember interacting with him before. Granted, her memory wasn't the best. There were too many new faces to meet and get acquainted with to keep track of it all. Since she had no idea who he was, beyond what she has overheard about him being talented with technology, there was no telling if they would actually work together well or not. Unfortunately, there was only one way to figure that out: through trial and error.
At the conclusion of the meeting, Ruby rose from her seat and directly walked over to Aegirine. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable awkwardness. She took the lollipop out of her mouth so she could speak clearly.
[b [#800000 "Hello,"]] she greeted. [b [#800000 "You can call me either Ruby or Yoko, doesn't matter which."]] The aliases were all that she was willing to remember or share. The name from her previous life she threw out the day she escaped her house arrest through her bedroom window. Thinking of something, she dug into her pocket and handed him a lollipop. [b [#800000 "Want it?"]] She was feeling generous, plus it was one of the few ways she could think of to "break the ice" or however the logic of that saying went.]
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“нeavy ιѕ тнe нead тнaт wearѕ тнe crown”
Brows furrowed somewhat at the dinging of the small handheld device. A retort from a woman that had promised her a piroshki date with no follow through as to when that would be. She liked Tiger's Eye, and had hoped that she would help Citrine with her work as they both were quite tech savvy. Though, she was still somewhat defensive without meaning to come across as such as she knew that trusting the wrong person with their data files was like handing themselves over to the enemy on a silver platter. With the information that Iolite and Kyanite had given her on one of their last missions, The Order hardly needed any help dwindling the numbers of Technicolor as it was.
[Unica+One >From: CINNABAR
To: TIGER'S EYE
If you even touch my shoes, I'll make it triple the amount of piroshki you owe me next time we have a free moment. Which, we still need to do at some point! By the by, I think Citrine was struggling a bit this morning with the encryption. I'm not as good with these things as the three of you, so you can make better sense of it than me. Why don't you and Aegirine stop by and help her out a bit whenever you get the chance? Stay out of my closet. If anything goes missing, you're the first one I'm going to look for!]
The threat was hardly menacing as Romi hadn't the slightest idea what she'd do if any of her shoes did go missing, but she hoped the request would be enough to keep Eve out of her prized heeled shoe collection. Prized being relative of course considering her height as compared to literally everyone else in Technicolor hardly needed a height boost.
While the time ticked slowly by, she took a seat in the boardroom so that she could eat her “breakfast”. Mal had been careless in his fight, but at least he'd survived. Not that she expected anything less from him. He was much stronger than she was giving him credit for, and she knew he wasn't a child. Though, part of her still couldn't help but feel as though if he weren't more careful, she might have to replace him, and losing more people that were close to her was something the Queen feared more than anything.
Having not really paid much attention as she was eating, she soon found that the bag was now empty. So much for savoring them. At least they'd been good while they'd lasted she supposed. Romi stood and checked the time as she tossed the bag in a nearby garbage can. She turned her attention to Aegirine and resisted the urge to agree with him. The last thing she needed was to admit she was just as hopeless as everyone else. “[#008080 Why don't you get some rest after this? Then, you can help Citrine and Tiger's Eye with the encryption. Maybe if the three of you work together, you'll have much more success, and you'll stress yourself out less.]” The queen hoped that the comment didn't come off as snarky as she had said it as she hadn't meant it to be such. It was merely a suggestion for the three of them to try to work together.
“[#008080 I'll be back in a moment.]” Romi left to collect the last minute stragglers who were all in the kitchen discussing something or another that she didn't quite catch by the time she entered the room.
“[#008080 We're waiting on you three to start. Please hurry.]” She gave them a sympathetic smile and turned on her heel to return to the boardroom where most everyone had gathered at this point. She had limited experience with Agate and Ruby, but Iolite had done a few missions for her in the past when they hadn't had anyone else to spare to send out. Despite having snags with his partner, and being a bit unapproachable at times, Freyr was a decent knight.
Romi's gaze was pulled down by the beeping of her handheld device as it chimed the time. Noting that everyone was there, she turned off the alarm and set it down in front of her on the table.
“[#008080 Now that we're all here,]” The woman started cautiously. “[#008080 I want everyone to be aware that there will be some changes made here. I decided that we should meet to discuss these changes as well as the important information I've been given by a valuable source. The Order now has a tracker system. It's in its early stages of development, so it doesn't target Technicolor specifically as of yet, but you should all be wary of anything mechanical outside of the base. We don't have any photos of them yet, but if you want to know what to watch for, you should ask Iolite and Kyanite about their experience with the trackers.]”
Her gaze moved between the two of them remembering that it'd been none too pretty that night. “[#008080 As such, with the trackers in place, it's far too dangerous for anyone to go out on their own anymore. I know you're all capable of taking care of yourselves, and we're all trained to deal with things like this, but it's far safer to pair up. From now on, everyone has an assigned pair. Citrine will come with me. Aegirine will go with Ruby. Iolite with Kyanite. Tiger's Eye with Malachite. And last but certainly not least, Agate with Sardonyx. These pairings were made keeping in mind strengths and weakness of both parties, and rank was not a consideration.]”
Romi knew the first thing that would come out of people's mouths would be that it wasn't fair whom they were paired with, but she hoped that she could at the very least stop more of them from complaining than what she would already get out of this. “[#008080 There will be a karma system in place determined by the success of your missions, and furthermore, your own attitudes. Which is why I encourage you to take some time to get to know your partner if you haven't done so already.]
“[#008080 The last thing: please be careful. All of you. I fear it will only get worse from here.]” She'd already thrown quite a bit at them, and so she would save the rest for another time so that there wasn't even more to handle. She had probably ruffled enough feathers as it was. ]]
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[center [size11 The transmission had been simple: a clear message, a warning, a threat.]]
[center [size11 [font "lucida console" TO THE LEADERS OF PENUMBRA AND CASCADE, I REQUEST YOU COME INTO CUSTODY PEACEFULLY. THIS WILL BE THE ONLY PEACEFUL REQUEST TO CEASE AND DESIST. YOU HAVE ONE WEEK TO RESPOND.]]]
[center [size11 Of course neither the King of Cascade nor the Queen of Penumbra answered the request. In most regards the transmission was ignored completely.]]
[center [size11 Cameron had been tasked with tracking the transmission back to the source, how their communication channels had been found was a cause for concern. The young man sat on the cold floor of his small apartment, the sound of his air conditioning running beyond capacity and the quick burst of typing were the only sounds. The room was illuminated by computer screens, casting their blue glow over the mess Cameron dwelled in. Piles of scrap and computer parts sat around the room, organized in a way only Cameron would understand.]]
[center [size11 His tall frame was hunched over; years of computer work had left him with horrible posture. The light from the screen in front of him illuminated his skin and reflected off the numerous markings that littered the whole of Cameron’s body. He had more markings than most, the final gift from his father before Cameron had been banished to the slums with all the rest of those effected by the bombings. His dark hair was messy from his hands constantly running through it, grabbing locks of it and threatening to pull them out; and he desperately needed a shower. But things like sleeping, eating, or proper hygiene were not his priority when he was working. Blue eyes glowered at the layers and layer of security that kept him from his goal, constantly redirecting him, sending him spiraling into digital wormholes.]]
[center [size11 Cameron’s focus was torn from the screen in an instant when his apartment rattled. Confusion knitted his eyebrows together as he slowly unfolded his legs which now felt like they were full of pins and made his way over to the window. He pulled back his curtains and lifted the shades underneath to see what was happening. Smoke rose into the sky some distance from his apartment, whatever had happened must have been devastating to affect Cameron’s place.]]
[center [size11 A light chirping noise altered Cameron to an incoming transmission, his eyes were still watching the smoke as he pulled the handheld from his back pocket. He thought it might be a news report on what was happening but when he finally tore his eyes from the slums skyline he realized what had happened.]]
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[center [size15 [font "lucida console" [b XXXX 3 DECEMBER]]]]
[center [size11 The bombing of Cascade’s base had two major results. One; Cascade and Penumbra were now merging to form one group that would be called Technicolor. Two; somehow, someone had hacked through their systems and released their information. It was a logistic nightmare for Cameron. He hadn’t slept for more than an hour or two at time in the past two months. Security needed to be redone and better so it wouldn’t happen again. All the files needed to be encrypted. [i Again]. And now they had to use a whole new encryption program which Cameron had to write. Not to mention the flood of data from Cascade he now had to contend with. Oh and they still wanted him to back track the transmissions which was proving to be a living hell for him.]]
[center [size11 In the resulting chaos Cameron had been promoted from random pawn to bishop. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that yet but it seemed like it was only temporary so he was resigned to simply do his work. Someone had been digging in their system recently too, he had tried to block them by overloading their system with garbage data but whoever it was they were incredibly skilled with hacking. They got some data but luckily he’d taken most of the critical information down from their old server while he built the new one.]]
[center [size11 At the moment Cameron was at the Penumbra base lying face down on the floor in his makeshift “office” it really was just a room crowded with computers and electronics. He wasn’t sleeping, just lying there trying to gain a minuscule amount of his sanity back from the nightmare his work had become recently. The handheld in his back pocket chimed. Groaning Cameron reached back and pulled it out, moving his head to the side and holding the phone so he could read.]]
[center [size11 [font "lucida console" >From: CINNABAR]]]
[center [size11 [font "lucida console" >To: EVERYONE]]]
[center [size11 [font "lucida console" >> Hello, everyone. While I respect that those of you from Cascade do not see me as your leader, I ask that we all meet in the boardroom to discuss the future of Technicolor. Normally, these types of meetings only take place between the leaders, but as it affects not only us, but you as well, everyone should be in attendance. The meeting should start in 30 minutes.]]]
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[center [size11 Cameron groaned again, rolling over so he was now on his back. Why? Why couldn’t they just leave him to wallow in his little dark room? Reluctantly he finally managed to stand up and begin his slow trudge to the boardroom. His tablet in his hands, keeping him ever connected to his work. The boardroom was still mostly empty when he arrived; Queen Cinnabar, Rook Malachite, and Pawn Citrine. Citrine had been tasked with the data management before Cameron began taking over all things computer.]]
[center [size11 The dark haired man slumped into a chair, practically collapsing as he rested his head on the table. [#002147 [b “Sometimes I wonder if I’ve already died and [i this] is my hell,”]] He muttered out, mostly to Cinnabar as she was the one in charge of him.]]
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[center [Abel “[#6A5ACD You fucking suck,]” Freyr mocked under his breath. “[#6A5ACD I must be doing something right if you keep sneaking into my room every night.]” He knew Luca was just grumpy and that was honestly nothing new. He'd dealt with the red-head's mood swings long enough to know how far just how far he could push Luca without things going entirely south. On occasion, he did enjoy pushing him past that limit, but today was not one of those times.
He tugged on a pair of jeans and a sweater over the binder that bound his chest. When he was finished dressing himself, he turned to face the taller man who complained about training new recruits. Though that was true; she did have him training the newbies, Freyr seriously doubted that this meeting was what this was about. “[#6A5ACD We don't know that. Besides, with what's going on, how do we even know if there are new recruits to begin with?]” The question was a rhetorical one. He pulled on his boots motioned towards the door. “[#6A5ACD Let's go, then? I'd rather her not yell at us.]”
Ever since Cascade had relocated the northern slums of Monochrome City, having everyone in one place made their bunker a rather full house. Even the Cascade bunker itself had been full of people. Combining so suddenly was making it hard to adjust all over again. Having been eighteen at the time he'd run away from overbearing parents and a lifestyle he'd detested, he was just thankful to not be homeless. Being on his own had taught him that he shouldn't and couldn't act like the spoiled child of a wealthy family anymore. Of course, some of the other members that were older, and had occupations that required a place of their own did live outside the bunker only to come back during the day time when things were more active- which made things slightly less cramped than they could have been. Regardless of that, he at least tried to get along with the people that he lived with as he knew living with people you hated was hell.
The boy gripped the handheld device and scanned the message from Agate. She was a lot smarter than people gave her credit for. Obviously she knew or felt that there was something more going on than what'd been previously announced. He'd heard Romi mention the future of Technicolor a few times in the past when she'd sent them out on their missions, but as for knowing the exact cause of this, he honestly had no idea. He could formulate some guesses as to why the queen would drag them together other than to give them another “friendship is magic” speech.
[Unica+One >From: I O L I T E
To: A G A T E
> I have an idea about what this is about, but I don't know for sure. To be honest with you, Sio, I have a feeling this isn't just about getting us to work together as a group this time. Some pretty heavy things went down on our last outing, and my best guess as to what's going on here is that we have more enemies. I'm sure we'll find out soon. ]
The pair passed by the kitchen on their way toward the boardroom. Freyr stopped when he noticed not only Ruby, but Agate as well. He hadn't spoken to Ruby since he'd talked her out of staying near their destroyed base, and despite his friendship with Agate, they had had little time to talk since the incident either. “[#6A5ACD I'll meet you there, Luca. Go on ahead,]” For now, it was probably best that the grumpy man have his personal space after being woken up and more or less tossed out of bed so unceremoniously.
He crossed the threshold into the kitchen- a rather foreign place for him to be. Despite Citrine attempting to teach him, even the simplest of culinary skills seemed to go right over his head. “[#6A5ACD I think someone might have put those up there by mistake when they were cleaning the kitchen. Here, I can reach them,]” He offered- reaching up to bring them down to the counter where she could get what she wanted from it. He was slightly taller than both of the girls. This way, Ruby didn't have to climb onto anyone's shoulders to get her sweets down and risk hurting themselves. He could only imagine the talk about being more careful that they'd get if that had happened. “[#6A5ACD I also think after this meeting we all should talk if the two of you wanted to. It's been a while since we've just talked.]” It all weighed pretty heavy on them, and he knew that. No one had wanted to say anything for a month now, and he found that even more vexing. Their talk didn't even have to be about Technicolor if it didn't go there. In fact, he almost welcomed any conversation other than Technicolor. He wasn't in any position to voice these concerns, however, as he was rather expendable as a knight.
Heeled footsteps echoed closer, and the raven haired boy turned to see Romi as she stood at the entrance of the kitchen. “Waiting on you three. Please hurry.” Her tone carried only slight impatience and a dose of tiredness, but no malice behind it. She wore a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, and anyone could tell by her body language that she wanted to be doing anything but this.
“[#6A5ACD See you in a bit?]” He asked and turned to follow Romi to the boardroom as she left the way she came. ]]
Dom unbuttoned his dress shirt and tossed it onto his desk. He continued his stripping as he made his way to the shower he had in his office. The shower was there for multiple purposes. The first was, of course, to clean himself. The second was for his patients. He would use the shower to set an atmosphere, be it rain, steam or otherwise, to draw out the emotions of others. Dom would not take very long. He took frequent showers consisting of about five minutes at a time to wash the stench of alcohol, smoke, weed, or whatever from him between patients.
He heard his device go off as he turned off the water as if the ringing was a timer. He grabbed the towel drying himself off and wrapped it around his waist before picking up his device to see the message he had gotten. It was Eve’s reply to his earlier message. As he read it however, he let out a groan. [+orange “A vanilla latte AND slice of carrot cake? Really, Eve?”] She made such demands more and more frequently in exchange for the tasks he would give her. She had done so ever since she had recruited him into Cascade.
Dom dressed himself what he considered his trademark attire. He donned a long-sleeved shirt with thumb holes, combat pants, a slightly puffy short-sleeved jacked over his shirt and some nice tennis shoes. Last but not least, he grabbed his shades. He always wore sunglasses that were tinted lightly enough to show his eyes if he pushed them all the way up. They stayed on him 24/7 to hide his visage and only pushed them up when he wanted you to look him in the eye. No sooner had he put them on his face, Eve burst in with her standard lackadaisical antics. Luckily, he had his secretary grab the cake and coffee while he got ready. Their typical interaction ensued with Eve speaking verbally and him talking with his eyes. He learned this when he ran out of words to describe the things she did or said; especially the “mess around” comment she had just made. The walk to the base was no different. [+orange “You mean MY sunglasses that I let you use and never got back?”] he asked her after hearing her mention them.
When they reached the base, the first thing he saw was Ruby and Agate attempting to reach something in a rather irritating spot. [+orange “Teamwork at its finest,”] he spoke before reaching into the refrigerator and grabbing an apple. He had recently gotten a bunch of different kinds that made him feel like he could taste color with names like ‘pink lady’ or simply ‘green’ apples. Food seemed to be a high priority than the meeting at the moment. [+orange “Let’s hurry this up. I had to reschedule patients for this impromptu meeting.”]
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[center [size13 [Cutive+Mon Siobhan made it to Technicolor headquarters with about 15 minutes to spare before the meeting was set to start, which was lucky, but also slightly strange seeing as how she had quite the tendency to meander. She ran her thumb over the screen of her handheld a few more times before deciding to message the knight of Cascade, Iolite, with whom she had made a rather steadfast friendship with since she joined Technicolor.]]]
[center [size13 [Cutive+Mon > From: A G A T E]]]
[center [size13 [Cutive+Mon > To: I O L I T E]]]
[center [size13 [Cutive+Mon >>> I'm a bit concerned about this whole "future of Technicolor" business. Have you heard anything about it?]]]
[center [size13 [Cutive+Mon Satisfied with the message, Siobhan pressed send and slipped her handheld back into her pocket. Her stomach grumbled loudly, as she had skipped breakfast before her class earlier, so she headed towards the kitchen, where she found a fuming Ruby. Quickly discerning the issue, Siobhan chuckled a bit, amused by the other woman's predicament.]]]
[center [size13 [Cutive+Mon "[+navy Need some help, Yoko?]" She purred, sidling up to Yoko. "[+navy I'm probably okay if you want to stand on my shoulders, it'll at least give you a bit more height. My price is one of the lollipops once you get them down. I could also always make something quick, like eggs and toast, if you don't feel up to climbing.]" Siobhan knew that sometimes Yoko got very tired and had some days where she was in a lot of pain. She never pried, though, as she could tell that the other woman didn't want to talk about it. As she waited for Yoko to respond, Siobhan found herself getting rather warm in the headquarters. Whoever was in charge of the heater was really overcompensating for the slight December chill outside. Quickly getting the feeling that she was going to roast alive if she didn't take off a few layers, she peeled off her scarf and jacket revealing a pastel yellow lightweight cardigan over a plain white tank top and a pair of light blue boot cut jeans. She set the coat and scarf on the back of a chair at the small table where people could sit in the kitchen and leaned back on the chair.]]]
[center [size13 [Cutive+Mon Glancing at her watch, Siobhan realized she probably could have stopped somewhere to pick up some food before she arrived for the meeting and imagined kicking herself in the behind for not thinking of it. Her metaphysical ass-kicking increased as she caught a faint whiff of someone with piroshki. The gods, if they existed, were just teasing her now. Siobhan huffed, almost 100% sure that whoever had brought the piroshki was [i not] going to share.]]]
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Luca's only response at first was a groan as his main source of heat untangled himself from the bed. A sound that petered off into a whine as Freyr unceremoniously yanked all the blankets from the red head's body. He knew the other knight was right, but that didn't mean he didn't hate it any less. He fought to return to the darkness of sleep, tucking his body around Freyr's pillow. What the red head wouldn't give to be a bear, or some other animal that hibernates during the cold months of winter.
The Penumbra knight could vaguely recall a time in his life when he actually enjoyed the winter months. Of course, that was when he was still a child. The idea of building snowmen and sleighing down snow covered hills used to be something that excited him to no end. But nowadays, the chilly weather and moist snow did nothing except shorten his fuse and insight his ire.
[+B40404 "You fucking suck,"] came the low grumble as he finally gave up and all but rolled off the bed, grasping almost blindly at the variety of layers of clothes he owned that he had thrown on the floor the night before. It seemed like it would be a better idea for the red head to just keep clean clothes in Freyr's room, but for some reason that idea in his head made their situation more permanent. Instead he had the tendency to wear whatever he had been wearing the night before and change once he returned to his own living space.
Although, he supposed, wasting time like that would only invoke the Queen's anger. And seeing as they weren't particularly her favorite members of Technicolor at the moment, there wasn't a chance she was going to be lenient with them if they didn't show up in a timely manner. So Luca tugged on the extra layers of clothing, without complaint. Still, a huff of discontent escaped his lips as he affixed his old beanie onto his messy red locks and pulling it down to cover the tips of his ears before they had a chance to turn pink with the cold.
[+B40404 "I'm just going to get assigned to train recruits again, what's the point of going to a damn meeting when I know that's exactly what she's going to do,"] He continued complaining, snaking his hands around to his own back as he stretched in a vain attempt to crack said back. It wasn't just being chilly that he didn't like, but the cold also brought stiffness in his back that did nothing to help his already short temper.
But now with his extra sweatshirts covering his person, and considerably warmer than he had been just seconds prior, the Penumbra knight found himself flopping backwards onto the bed with an irritated groan. [+B40404 "Hurry up so we can get this over with."]
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[font "Bookman Old Style" For the most part, it was a rather simple walk from the Inn down into the main areas of the city. Despite the cold weather, the crispness of the air was easy to breathe and it was easy to get lost in thought while walking through the crowd. She let her mind wander as she walked and walked, not fully paying attention to the reality around her other than her feet taking one step at a time. That might have been why, when muscle memory took over, she ended up in a place that she did not mean to go.
Standing in front of the ruins of Cascade's base, she sighed heavily to herself. It wasn't a habit for her to do this, but it wasn't the first time either. That was why she generally needed to focus when walking over to Technicolor's base.
Before leaving, however, she walked over to where the graves were located and bowed her head. [b [#800000 "Good morning,"]] she greeted. [b [#800000 "I wish I knew whether you guys are in some kind of afterlife or if you are going to reincarnate."]] She didn't have a religion that she particularly believed in, but she was curious about if there was anything after death. [b [#800000 "We are still trying to get along with Penumbra, but not everyone is open or willing, even if we are all technically supposed to be Technicolor now."]] She smiled softly. [b [#800000 "Wish us luck, I guess. We're probably going to need it."]]
Ruby bowed her head once more to the graves before leaving, this time keeping completely on track of where she needed to go and how she was going to have to get there. She didn't get completely off track, but there would be a need to pick up the pace if she did not want to be late to the scheduled meeting.
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Upon entering the base, Ruby went straight to the little kitchen area in order to grab something to eat. Although her original lollipop stash did not survive the bombing, she was able to collect a whole new one and place them all in a glass jar, tape on the side with black sharpie written over it:] [font Consolas 'PROPERTY OF RUBY/YOKO. DON'T TOUCH.'] [font "Bookman Old Style" However, when she went to the cabinet that she had placed them in last, the jar was completely missing. She stood there for a solid minute, staring at the empty space in disbelief.
[b [#800000 "What the...?"]]
She began to search the entire area, which wasn't all that big since everyone generally grabbed their own food from their living quarters or from shops along the way. The little kitchen was mainly for simple stuff such as coffee, snacks, etc. She managed to locate them, but they were on top of the fridge shoved to the back.
[b [#800000 "How did they get there?"]] Ruby grumbled out loud.
She attempted to stand on her tippy toes in order to reach them, but to no avail. No matter how she stood or what angle she approached it, there was just no reaching her jar of lollipops. Apparently don't touch translated into the complete opposite. She continued to grumble to herself and the anger towards whoever it was that didn't bother to read or didn't care enough to grew. She hasn't had anything to eat yet today and her favorite sweets were the only way that she was going to get through the meeting without passing out, and now she might not be able to even make it on time because of the stupid situation she found herself in.
[b [#800000 "Fuck my life."]]]
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The sun stung her sleep-deprived eyes as soon as Eve opened the door. With a hiss and a glare towards the sky, the short-haired vixen slammed her apartment door shut. Taking a minute to lock it, Eve shoved her keys, USB drive, and hands into her trench coats pockets. There was a slight breeze, which the detective was thankful for while she mentally strung a string of curses towards the blazing sun and Romi. Thinking of the tiny Queen, Tiger’s Eye reached for her phone. Effortlessly, slender digits glided swiftly across the touchscreen.
[Text+Me+One To: [b Cinnamon]]
[Text+Me+One You are killing me here, Smalls.
-Use your name again and I’m stealing three pairs of shoes.]
With an eerie grin, Eve tapped the send button and slipped the phone back into her pocket. Either it was going to get a negative emotion out of the little ruler, which would make them even on moods. Or Eve was going to get three new pairs of shoes because Romi decided to ignore her - again. Vaguely, Eve wondered how someone so small would have rather large feet. With a heavy sigh, the young vixen trudged through the city as quickly as she could. [#660066 [i ‘I shouldn’t have looked at my phone. Should've just broken the damn thing. Thrown it out the window and slept.’]] Ill-tempered thoughts began to swim through her mind causing her to gnaw lightly on her bottom lip in a weak attempt to keep going. A few minutes into her zombie walk, Eve had already nodded to a few of her ‘scouts’ and one mother whom she had helped weeks ago. As much as she liked people, the short-haired woman was growing more aware of how much she didn’t want to be in the public eye - or anyone's eyes right now.
A few more minutes passed by and Eve finally found her way to Sardonyx’s building. Once inside it didn’t take Tiger’s eye long to get to his office. After the October events, Evelyn had spent a week here, trying to forget or getting enough of a grasp on herself to go back into the world. Since forgetting was out of the question for her, she held onto the little amount of sanity that she had left with an iron fist and had trudged back into the world. With a heavy sigh, the short-haired vixen opened the door, a deep frown instantly painted on her lips. [#660066 [b “This isn’t a ‘hope we can all get along’ meeting...is it? Because I will straight up murder someone if it is. We’ve had three of those so far.”]] She couldn’t contain the slight glare at the man behind the desk as the door loudly shut behind her. [#660066 [b “You need to get that thing fixed. People are going to start thinking that I’m angry every time I come in here.”]] She grumbled while digging into her trench coat pockets once more, those slender fingers on a wild hunt until the brushed against the cold plastic she had been looking for.
[#660066 [b “Sorry.”]] Gruffly, Eve apologized while briskly walking across the office and around the desk. Once around, Eve leaned the small of her back against the desk, handing over the USB driver all in one fluid motion. [#660066 [b “Everything on everyone. Thank [i god] you decided against merging our files together because woooo.”]] Evelyn’s eye widened while she made the noise. It isn’t that it was bad, The Order would get stuck trying to get in, but someone who had been around and played around long enough could crack it fairly easy. [#660066 [b “You need to convince that Queen to let me teach Citrine a thing or twelve - I’ll be nice….maybe.”]] The last word was almost a whisper as those tired eyes of hers looked at the various objects on his desk. Stopping at the small slice of cake and the large white cup of coffee. [#660066 [b “Awe, you do care.”]] A tired, defeated laugh escaped her while she gently placed a hand on her leader's shoulder. [#660066 [b “Have you heard anything about partner missions yet? Because I haven’t gotten anything - other than annoying texts at inconvenient times.”]] Since the incident a few months ago, the two’s interactions had been limited to business and more business. Not that she minded, if she was being really honest with herself, she prefered the work over talking about what happened.
[#660066 [b “I’m sorry...I’m running on three hours and my stomach is mostly candy.”]] Careful not to knock anything over in her haste, Tiger’s eye snatched up the tiny piece of carrot cake and the tiny plastic fork that was placed beside it. [#660066 [b “I would have bet my coat that you were going to ignore the cake bit.”]] Using the little fork, Eve took the first bite out of the cake. A moan and a very unladylike slur of words escaped her as she savoured the first bite. After the first bite, it was pretty much over for the cake. Grabbing the cup of coffee off his desk, Eve pushed her backside off and started towards the door. [#660066 [b “Lead the way, fearless leader.”]] She waved her free hand towards the door while taking a mini-sip of her coffee. [#660066 [b “Unless you want to fool around.”]] Eve wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. [#660066 [b “Yeah, I know. Stop fooling around.”]] A small giggle left her as they stepped out into the hall. Honestly, if two hadn’t known each other as long as they did, the short-haired vixen wasn’t sure if she would joke around in the same manner. Or at least not after getting coffee. The two kept a steady pace and left the building almost as quickly as Eve had entered. Even with the newly added sugar in her bloodstream, Tiger’s eye still had trouble keeping her eyes open once the brutal sunlight assaulted them when they stepped outside. [#660066 [b “I should've grabbed my sunglasses...or a mask.”]]
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“Losing sight of who you are, been growing worlds apart
Losing light, then something sparks
Losing sight of who you are, never gonna find it living in the dark
Losing light, then something sparks
We're shining through the dark”
Romi didn't think it needed to be said that she trusted Citrine with her life. The girl knew more about computers and encryption than she herself could have ever hoped. Being a good deal older than most of the members of Technicolor had some [i stark] disadvantages she supposed. The fact remained that if they were forced to rely on technology, she'd rather put it in the hands of someone like Citrine who knew her way around the data files. “We don't need defensive strategies, they said. We should launch an attack first, they said. Hack us? My queen, you're being paranoid, we're at the pinnacle of technology, they could [u never],” Romi's soliloquy ended in a huff of annoyance as she put her thoughts out into the open air. Being of such unimpressive height and stature, her anger might have been amusing if it didn't mean that real lives were at stake. The one previously in charge of data files had sworn up and down that they'd be safe enough that their “pinnacle of technology” would never be accessed by The Order. “I'm sorry, Citrine. I know you're cleaning up someone else's mess. Just keep everything secure. I know you're doing what you can.” She hadn't meant to take it out on the poor girl, and hoped that she didn't feel as though she were yelling at her.
“I'll leave you to it. I have to go get things ready. I feel our sister faction won't be too helpful,” She gave the girl a quiet goodbye as her handheld buzzed. Half expecting some dim-witted response from the King or one of his members, Romi was all too happy to see Malachite's message. Her stomach growled angrily in need of the food he was bringing her. She supposed her lack of self-care wasn't as opaque as she tried to keep it.
Ugh. You better be glad I'm starving! Otherwise I could swear you're trying to make me fat with all the piroshki you feed me! How do you expect me to protect you all if I have to waddle around like a cow?! But tell Granny I said hello, and that I'd visit if I could.
Of course her anger was all in jest, and being her second in command, he would know that she wasn't [i really] angry with him. The queen weighed all of one hundred pounds soaking wet, so there was no way a few potato filled fried donuts would make her gain that much weight. She was more than happy that he'd thought to bring her food much less piroshki from Nelly.
It was like music to her ears. Romi made her way down the hall toward the back door from where he'd entered from. She locked the door behind him. She'd have to scold everyone for keeping their doors unlocked. They'd think with what happened they'd be more worried about security. “It looks like someone got you pretty good,” the woman noted the bruise on his face- hoping that he wasn't picking fights just for shits and giggles. “I'm sure you were just defending yourself, but be more careful, Mal. I need you here rather than bleeding out on the street somewhere.” She might be a good nurse, but there were some things that couldn't readily be healed. What if it had been worse than a bruise? “Promoting people in other places is a happy occasion. Promoting people for me is something I hate doing.” She chided him gently about his actions. They weren't so much a true scolding as a gentle way of telling him to be more careful.
“Buuuut, I'll take those as a promise that you'll do better next time~” The shorter woman rocked back on her heels as she pointed to the bag that he held at his side. “I have an important job for you and Jade to do. I would ask Kyanite as well, but he and Iolite see the world through rose tinted glasses at this point. Not saying that's a bad thing, but I need you to be objective, and I feel like you two are better suited for objectivity,” Kyanite- her knight- was always more of an emotional creature. He could be volatile at the best of times, and she was glad that he could find a common ground with someone in Cascade, but she needed to know more than friendliness with their sister at this point in time. They could work together, and he and Iolite had proved that much, but she wanted to know exactly who she'd invited in and who she was dealing with now. She needed information that she couldn't otherwise get from just their data files. “It's like that poem: 'water, water, everywhere and not a drop to drink'. We have all this information, but none of it useful.” It was irritating to say the least. ]]
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