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[font "Times New Roman" [size14 When the Matchbox engine started, Alfred took a quick glance at the driver's seat. Seeing Daichi there, he smiled behind the re-breather. [#0dd44f [i Oh, the new bloods are in for a treat. Just the thing I need to get myself all pumped up.]] The Captain had a bit of a reputation behind the wheel. That is to say, he is quite infamous for the recklessness of his driving. No one has been hurt, but most people find it quite unsettling. Checking his equipment as the vehicle lurched forward, Alfred secured his helmet before clipping an extinguisher grenade to his tac vest. [#0dd44f [i Crap, I forgot to restock. Guess I'll have to fill out a requisition form with Mari once we get back.]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size14 As they made it to the manor, Alfred could feel the blood pumping in his veins. Structural integrity seemed to be holding, and everyone was giving into their curious behavior, getting pretty close to the burning building. He was briefly reminder of Fuzzball, his demeanor softening for a moment. [#0dd44f [i Well, at least the media hasn't shown up. Let's keep it that way.]] Being in charge of the recruits training, he turned to them as he secured his jacket, hiding his weapons. [#d6c211 "Recruit Darcia, Recruit Yumi. Remember your basic training. When you step out of the Matchbox, you are Fire Force members. Remember to carry yourselves as such."] Nodding to them, he opened the back door, and stepped out. The smell of the flames, the heat and ash made his heart race. [#0dd44f [i It has been too long since I've fought the enemy.]]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size14 Some of the Fire Force members seemed to have gotten the idea that they were "exorcising" these Infenals, saving the souls of them. What a load of bull shit. We were killing them, plain and simple. Just the way he liked it. Making his way to the area of operations, he noted just how large the structure was, glad it wasn't a cramped apartment building. [#0dd44f [i At least this way we don't have to worry about fighting in incredibly cramped quarters.]] The moment the doors of the manor were closed behind him, he drew his rifle, flicked off the safety with practiced fluidity, and he began scanning the perimeter. Advancing into the manor would've been difficult if the Captain wasn't cleaving through the debris like a hot knife through butter. No matter how many times he had witnessed it, it impressed him a little to watch Daichi make his way through such solid barriers. Reaching the appeared to be the remnants of the main hall, his thoughts were interrupted by the scream of the damned.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size14 Lifting his rifle, he spotted the Infernal as it dropped from the ceiling. Before he could get a shot off at the creature, it let loose a wave of flames. Diving to the left behind some fallen debris, he barely dodged the fire blast. Rolling onto his stomach, he quickly rose to his feet. Unfortunately for him, it was at that exact moment that the creature lashed out at him and Mari with it's tail. It caught him right across the torso, sending him hurtling into the nearest pillar. As if to make matters worse, there was some form of barb sticking out of his tac vest. Or, more accurately, the extinguisher grenade. Recognition flashed on his face just as the grenade detonated, covering him and the surrounding area with fire suppressant foam. Sliding himself away from the blast area, he brought the gun to his shoulder and began firing upon the creature with short, controlled bursts. While the Captain and the creature were entangled, the angle at which he had been ejected by the tail had given him a relatively free shot at the creature, and he wasn't going to pass it up.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size14 The creature roared again as Mari's familiar began to entangle it. He couldn't hear much, except the ringing from the grenade's detonation. He could barely hear the [i Brrt!] of his rifle. His anger at the creature was almost palpable as he began circling in a wide berth, until he was firing into the creature's back. He was still covered in foam as his gun ran dry, bits of red running from his neck. Small bits of shrapnel was caught in his skin, blood welling at the surface. With a relatively fluid motion, much less than before, he ejected the spent magazine and loading a fresh one.]]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Kaushan+Script:400,700&display=swap&subset=latin-ext] The captain raced through the streets, trying to make every millisecond count. That was one of his great qualities. He always put people's lives and safety as first his priority. Although his driving might make someone wonder if that applies to his team as well. Even though he had some weird ways of showing it, Mari had been around too looking to truly doubt that. Even if they tipped over, the Matchbox was a tank. As if Daichi would let that happen… but if.
As they arrived at the scene, Mari started checking out the manor. From what she could see, it had a pretty solid structure and its integrity wasn't compromised. Only the decorative and superficial architectural elements were degrading into debris. The charred remnants of a couch were barely recognizable in what she now assumed was the living room… It was the ash piles and stains around it that truly gave it away. Salvageable personal belongings were scarce to find. The railings on a staircase up ahead were folding in on themselves. However, the main thing was the structure itself. They could still fight without having to worry about the place collapsing on them. With two new ones with unknown fighting styles… It was a nice relief.
As sad as it was to lose any part of what made a home, the biggest was always the loved one. And although the Infernal still moved, that loved one was gone. They were there to minimize the casualties and bring closure. And to do that they had to 'extinguish them and purify their souls'... Kind and fancy labels for destroying what still remained of that person. After SHC, they were legally dead. Honestly, who would want to view those fiendish remnants as anything else? Mari wasn't religious, but she understood how peace of mind was truly priceless and precious. So, she had no problem pretending they were 'exorcising' Infernals instead of killing them. It helped those who believed to continue their day to day that much easier. She wasn't losing anything in the process and the job was the same job, so why not?
While surveying frame of room they had just walked into, Mari noticed a glow that seemed out of place on the ceiling. When she made eye contact with the source, it howled at the entire squad. The Infernal dropped down readily going into attack mode. Captain used his shield to protect Alica and him from its flames. Mari jumped back and reached into one of het jacket pockets. She took out a narrow metal rod that almost looked like a short wand or a long pen. She clicked a button and a flame quickly sprouted shaped like a stem with multiple buds. She brought her hand to the opposite shoulder and flung the handle forward, propelling a plethora of fiery petals at the Infernal.
The Infernal jolted and snapped back at her but charged at Yumi. Mari shouted for her to move and rushed after it in hopes to do something. Her words did not reach and she couldn't make it in time, no one could. Yumi seemed like she was in another world and mumbled something about Captain's ignition. It was too late by the time she was back in reality. Mari sent another wave of petals it's way so that it didn't continue to attack then Yumi while she was down. The Infernal grew a tail, swiping it at Mari and Alfred. She was caught. It sent her right into a wall and held her there without a foothold. Luckily they always wore fire resistant gear and she had some natural resistance due to being a 2nd gen. Unluckily, some type of bolt or barb was lodged into her side before the tail had her completely pressed to the wall. It was still there. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Feck."]]]
She tried to shrimp free. She managed to loosen the hold, but not much more. Taking a deep breath, she tapped the top of each shoe with the other. A spark ignited at the base, she shrimped again with flames forcing her upward. The bolt tore from her as she managed to break free. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Feck! Dat 'oehrt!"]]] Her Irish accent even came out. Although she couldn't fully appreciate her first field test, she was glad to have her feet back on the ground as she put the flames out.
Seeing what she had missed, the captain was now shielding Darcia and holding onto the Infernal. Using some flames near it, she grew two more flowers. With a wince, she lifted her hands and motioned a slight pull. Leaves branched out and latching onto the Infernal. Mari then balled up her hands into fists and brought her hands down to her sides. The condensed flames held down the fiery husk of a former person. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Captain. Darcia’s fine. I understand you can fight like you have an ignition and more, but your muscles don’t give you heat resistance. Please go get your sword.”]]] She winced in pain trying to keep the Infernal trapped as it thrashed about [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "I have it, but I can only promise 10 more seconds."]]]
[font david [i On route her impassioned squad mates all seemed fired up. -Pun intended- Alfred had told her and Darica not to play the hero. In other words? Shut up and follow orders. Yumi didn't mind that what she did mind was how bumpy the ride was. She squirmed a little in her seat the captain seemed intent on killing them before they even arrived. She found herself sitting beside Darcia with a soft blink Yumi scanned the female over. Offering a slight wave with her dainty fingers.]]
[font david [i The captain had ordered her to conceal her Engine Blade? How come? It made no sense to hide the weapons upon entrance or exit. Yumi also wasn't sure what the importance of this Latom or whole ritual was but best to follow orders. The captain gave a very simple plan of attack but she was okay with such simplicity. It was befitting of her dear muscle head Genta after all. Yumi had noticed Alfred himself too was in rather good shape. She wondered if he along with the captain and Mari went to the gym often together. She lightly nodded at all three of her superiors as to let them know she understood. When she heard the screech of the breaks she knew it was time to get to work. She never fought a real Infernal but she was considered a prodigy back at the academy. The team charged in with the brash captain making contact. This Inferno was a bit creepy almost like something from a real life horror film. It intrigued her even fascinated her not that she lacked empathy for the human it was before. She was simply gripped by a deep morbid curiosity. The fight broke out and the captain somehow managed to protect the sister and the team aside. It was almost like watching one of those shows where a man wrangled with an alligator only more extreme. With such brute force, Yumi wondered if the captain was even human. Except one thing had bothered the young female.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 Why isn't Gen- The captain using his Ignition? I don't understand sure he's strong but you can't fight an Infernal without some kind of ability.]]]
[font david [i Was this some sort of macho guy thing she didn't understand? That he'd fight it with muscle and brawn? To prove something? Not unlike Genta in her game but in the real world? Even the star struck otaku knew that was plain stupid. With lives on the line who could take such an approach? How the hell was he ever made the captain? Was she missing something here? Her mind clouded by these thoughts she found herself attacked amid her first real fight. Generating flames around her arms legs and sword she managed to deflect the brunt of the blow slamming backward. Yumi's head was ringing and pounding she was drifting in and out of consciousness racked in pain. It took her a bit to get back on her own two feet with her flames surging around her feet and body. Gripping the hilt of her blade with a surge of flames engulfing the blade. Next, she was ready to propel herself headfirst into this Infernal and hit it with some serious firepower.]]
[center [h3 Trial By Fire]]
[center [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASArOYTKwW4]]
[center [b The team headed to the Matchbox with Daichi in the driver's seat. Sometimes it was Mari others it was him there wasn't really a particular order. He's even entrusted the role to Alfred a few times before. Taking a deep breath as he hurled the matchbox through the streets. He wanted to hurry and get downtown in the 8th's jurisdiction. Before the Infernal took any lives. The captain drove like it was his own life at stake he couldn't stand the thought of others being hurt. What felt like an eternity to Daichi must have been in reality five minutes. They were closing in the destination it was a massive manor on fire. People surrounding the outdoors he had planned to drive near the front. So hopefully the bystanders wouldn't see them draw their weapons. As a show of respect to those around. Though hiding his Cleaver was always difficult.]]
[center [+darkred We are coming in hot. I'll take the front you all hit this thing fast and hard. We have to weaken it first and when the time comes? The sister will give her prayer. When the jobs finished and we exit the building conceal your weapons and ignition as best you can. Got that?]]
[center [b His voice was a bit gruff but he offered his team a light smile giving a thumbs-up as he slammed the breaks. Those bystanders had cleared a path for Company 8. The back of the armored truck had opened up as he gave a signal to move out. Heavy helmet on while reaching to grip his cleaver with his massive shield on his back. He drew the shield with his left hand carrying them both though it took a great deal of effort. He charged in at the front leading his team in cleaving the rubble in the way.]]
[center [+darkred Hah! Careful! Debris is everywhere.]]
[center [b He warned them as they came in further to the manor. It wasn't long before a firey best upside down on the ceiling roared at the company. Slender and agile while cloaked in flames. It appeared it was a woman before.]]
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[center [b Landing on the ground it seared with flames all around as it charged forward spewing fire at the team. Daichi stood in front of the sister to block incoming flame with his shield. Trusting Mari and Alfred to defend themselves. It dashed through knocking Daichi back as he slid a bit. For its small size, it packed a punch and was more feisty than usual. Daichi had to stop himself from crashing into the sister by stabbing his blade into the wooden floorboards. The Infernal screeched dashing forward to slam into Yumi once. Growing a flame tail to sear Alfred and Mari the captain was chasing the beast but it was much too fast. It charged next to Darcia. However, he through his sword grazing the beast as it stabbed into the ground he stepped between Darcia forcing his body to run faster than before. He held his ground with his shield. As he grabbed its wrist burning himself in the process he headbutted the beast. Now it was feral and targeting him good. This Infernal was smart or maybe it worked like an animal? Targeting smaller prey first. That's why Alfred wasn't attacked much due to his height perhaps and why it avoided Daichi completely. Now he had it's attention as it scratched and clawed at him and his shield. Grunting under the heat and pressure he gave a slight chuckle before yelling at the sister.]]
[center [+darkred Alica you check Yumi make sure she's okay! Darcia hit this thing as hard as you can got that? Alfred and Mari, I trust you're plan of attack but if you got time to fetch my sword that'd be great. I'll hold this thing here in the meantime go!]]
[center [b The beast couldn't get away despite its strength Daichi wasn't letting it go. It almost slipped away but he drew his one-handed Axe. Shooting it with his single holy dart. Cleaving the ax into's shoulder. As it pulled and tugged trying to rip the man's massive arm off. Daichi clung and held the monstrous beast down.]]
[center [h3 OOC]]
[center [b I did warn the Infernals could trash and hit our characters suddenly. That being said from now on I will try to PM you before doing a major thing. So I can know what or how you're character would react to certain dangers. Like I'll PM you if they'd block or try to dodge or something that way I can add certain tidbits to my post instead of everyone standing still doing nothing in the action. If that makes sense?]]
[center So she wasn’t late. She sighed lightly in relief. Good. She would have been pretty upset had she been late but she would have made sure not to show it. She looked around the group. This was quite the group wasn’t it. Everyone was different in their own way. It was kind of nice to see. She felt rather out of place though, but she was sure things would be fine once she started to get to know everyone. She looked to Mari. She was a lovely woman and definitely had an air about her that commanded attention. Her eyes drifted towards the blonde. It seemed like he was rather respectful when it came to the people above him. She then looked towards Alica. She was rather odd. Yet she didn’t seem to mind her at all. She looked to the captain curiously.]
[center He was a big intimidating guy. She wasn’t sure how to take him. She soon let her eyes fall on the girl beside her. She was adorable actually. She smiled lightly seeing that the girl had waved to her and she returned it. As the captain addressed them her thoughts changed on him. He looked big and intimidating, but he spoke easily. He came off friendly. She was a little surprised when he shook her hand. She was grateful when he let it go though. Apparently he didn’t know his own strength. She shook her hand lightly and then crossed her arms over his chest. The sound of the alarm startled her and she glanced around at everyone. Well clearly this was going to be interesting.]
[center Looks like they would be hurrying out of here rather quickly. She had to make sure she was confident in herself. This would be fine. She quietly followed after Alfred and Yume. Looks like they would be changing clothes here. It was best to get ready quickly without bothering to worry about anything else. So that’s what she did. Glad she wouldn’t be running around in the dress that she had decided to wear here. Probably hadn’t been the best choice of apparel. The gear she would be slipping into would allow her freedom for movement. She would need it. She dressed herself quickly not wanting to be left behind or in trouble for worrying over small things. Once she finished she followed quickly after Alfred as that was what they were told to do.]
[center Once at the matchbox Alfred addressed them again. It seemed this would be pretty simple as long as they followed the instructions. She thought quietly to herself about that. She was nervous about this, but she would try to do the best that she could.]
Alica didn't respond to Mari's comment either externally or internally. Of course she did Alfred being tussled by Daichi while a short girl dressed in cosplay looking clothes looked around. Not that interesting really for the sleepy Alica, except for the light self-impalement on the scalpel in her hand.
But what did prove an inward reaction in Alica dealt with Daichi's comment about patching him up. A rumbling groan filled Alica's head, a mix of frustration, raw rage, an itching to slap Daichi upside the head, and a very small urge to set one of his desks on fire. If Daichi went to some other hospital and they didn't know his job, other doctors would wonder what sort of piece of shit doctor he'd been visiting. Considering this made Alica feel insulted as well since she was not a nonsensical doctor, she had worked hard to become a doctor and even harder to not only keep but better her reputation as a skilled doctor.
Maybe just one day she'd do something, but for now Alica would let Daichi injure himself however many times he wanted.
And then someone else walked dressed in a black dress while apologizing. This apparently was their second recruit named, the shorty anime one named Yumi, Darcia. Alica knew nothing about either one of them having not read through their records. It wasn't part of her job anyways, dealing with the recruits was Mari's, Daichi's, and Alfred's job. Even Daichi himself agreed as he went on his monologuing introduction of the 'Welcome to Company 8' speech.
Alica had become curious about the celebration and the special news before the alarm begun to cry out. Whatever the celebration and special news would have to wait, now the time for unhindered action started.
She sprinted off while simultaneously taking out a black hair tie and putting the lengthy luscious raven black hair into a bun. Lengthy hair made for full pain in the ass time wasting while getting into what basically was a nuns habit, especially the headgear. A bun on the other hand made it easy to put the headgear simply by putting it on over the head without any loose strands caught outside of it which made for a fiery hazard.
Alica’s bunker gear, as stayed above, came in the form of a nuns habit, standard issue for all sisters of the Sol religion. Alicia disliked it, even though she herself was religious, and didn’t customize it really. The only way her uniform could be distinguished was a blood red cross with small dull orange flames coming off the bottom of the cross. As to the gear Alica didn’t have much in the way of it. She wasn’t a fighter, nor did her role really call for it anyways, so her only offensive equipment came in the form of memorized rites and prayers, a backpack looking thing filled with first aid supplies, and something akin to a revolver loaded with holy darts. Wait, the first aid supplies were defensive equipment, not offensive. Although, if used correctly Alicia knew how to use the first aid supplies to kill.
After expertly putting on her gear in a quick manner Alica then ran back to join everyone congregated in the Matchbox, quietly slipping into the back where no one else sat. [#cc00cc [b “Everyone is here? Good, let’s haul ass!”]].
[font "Times New Roman" Alfred was still saluting when Daichi put him into a 'friendly headlock'. With a few moments pause, Alfred responded to the his superior. [#00bfff "Sir, to do so in front of the others may be misconstrued. Especially the new recruits."] When he was released from the headlock, he dusted himself off and adjusted his attire. Being addressed by Mari, he gave her another quick salute, before relaxing a little bit. Turning to inspect the room, he felt a bit of pressure on his re-breather. Glancing down, he saw the cute girl from before poking it. Upon closer inspection, her clothing didn't look all that practical, at least for close quarters combat. Way too many belts and buckles for an opponent to grab onto. But with such an outfit, she would be able to probably get the drop on anyone unaware they were in an active combat zone. Then he noticed the blade, a weapon that looked very much something that had come out of R&D. If she could wield that in combat, he may not have to worry all that much about her.]
[font "Times New Roman" [#ec2cba [i Yumi Adachi, huh? I'll have to keep a close eye on this one. If she has made it to the Fire Force, she must have some impressive skills or be at least second gen.]] Noticing he had been staring at Ms. Adachi, he gave her a quick nod. His attention was stolen by the Sister entering the room. Watching her stance, he could guess she had stayed up very late in that lab of hers. He avoided the place as it gave him the creeps for an unknown reason. When she impaled herself upon a scalpel, Alfred's gaze grew concerned for a moment. That was very unusual of her, to hurt herself.]
[font "Times New Roman" The person he assumed to be the last of the new bloods entered shortly thereafter. She greeted everyone rather pleasantly, but had a mysterious air about her. She, like Yumi, was dressed rather interestingly. The impression she gave was of a woman of elegance, so Alfred was slightly wary of her. Someone like that felt a tad out of place, and that made her dangerous. The Captain gave his introductions, and a brief rundown of how things were going to be. As his name was called, Alfred made sure to call some attention to himself so the new bloods would know that he was going to be directly overseeing their training. No sooner had the Captain mentioned the Sister's 1 year anniversary, the alarm began blaring. Knowing Fuzzball hated the damn thing, Alfred winced a little.]
[font "Times New Roman" The Captain gave the order to roll out, and that's all he needed to hear. Smiling a bit behind his re-breather, Alfred gestured to the two new bloods. [#00bfff "You two, on my six. Let's go."] Turning on his heel, he began making his way towards the locker room. Tightening the re-breather so it wouldn't come off, and removing his shoulder holster, he pulled off his hoodie and vest, leaving the black tank top on while he walked. Securing the shoulder holster once again, he might not be as 'ripped' as the Captain, but he was nicely toned, at least in his opinion. Pointing the two recruits towards their lockers, he turned and addressed them. [#00bfff "We move out in five minutes. Suit up, and head through those doors at the end of the hall to the garage. Helmets are in the Matchbox. Don't be late."]]
[font "Times New Roman" Heading over to his own locker, he popped it open with a practiced fluidity. Discarding his jeans, he placed the shed attire into his locker, he threw on his modified bulletproof tactical vest. The vest was modified by Mari to be able to carry his spare ammo, a couple of extinguisher grenades, and sported the Union Jack on the back like a name tag. The fire retardant overalls, boots, and Fire Force 8 jacket all came next. Leaving the best gear for last, Alfred extracted his rifle from the locker. It was another Mari special, built using the framework of an FN SCAR, it was completely modular, modified to his specifications to be able to fire extinguisher rounds. Taking a look at the stock, he bite back a few tears. The insignia of his old squad was emblazoned there, boldly and proudly displayed. The 384th British Commandos, or the "Mad Jacks". Slinging it over his shoulder, he made his way into the Matchbox.]
[font "Times New Roman" [#00bfff "Alfred Greaves, present and accounted for."] He announced his presence with a lighter tone than usual. Though not looking forward to the earful he was going to get from Fuzzball when he got back, he was looking forward to this patrol. Between the newblood, and the Infernal, it was hard not to show how excited he was. Securing his helmet, he gave Yumi an approving nod for being right behind him.]
[font "Times New Roman" Turning to the recruits as the Matchbox, Alfred couldn't hide the excitement from his voice. [#00bfff "Alright recruits, listen up. This is going to be a trial by fire. Cover each other, stick together, and don't play the hero. Follows those instructions, and we might just make Fire Soldiers out of you yet."] He rapped his knuckles on top of his helmet, keeping his eyes on the recruits. [#00bfff "Do well on this mission, and the Captain may even complement you two. God save the Queen."] With that, Alfred began loading his rifle, before tucking it away under his jacket, securing it to the straps inside.]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Kaushan+Script:400,700&display=swap&subset=latin-ext] Everyone started trickling in after Yumi's rotating showcase of her apparel. Although her expressions were bland, she seemed to have some character underneath it. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Nice."]]]
The first arriving member came in right at the end of it. Alfred literally reported in as usual.When Daichi went over correct Alfred with a 'friendly headlock', Mari laughed. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "You know you set yourself up for that."]]] Alfred spent many years in the British military. Some habits are very hard to break, but Daichi was very adamant on breaking this one. The whole ordeal was entertaining. Mari could have done without such a rigid greeting as well, but decided to let Alfred be Alfred with it a long time ago.
Alica lazily dragged herself in next. She was the walking dead, without being on fire. She not only missed the newbie in the room, but pulled a scalpel out of her pocket. Despite what Daichi thought, that scalpel was not from patching up the team's wounds. However, Mari wasn't going to go into that. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Didn't finish your coffee in time, huh, Alica. Did you notice that Alfred was here too?"]]]
Last but not least, Darcia, their other new recruit, arrived. She also wore all dark clothes and came in smiling. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Hey. Don't worry about it. Everyone just gathered."]]] With her arrival, Daichi now went into his introduction to the 8th company. Everything sounded good. Alfred was taking on most of their training. Mari was still a part of it, but with the freedom of taking care of the rest of her responsibilities. Apparently Alica had been with them for exactly one year. The two young girls were joining on her anniversary. Definitely a cause for celebration…. Except the alarm went off. An infernal had appeared in their district, they had to also the patrol. They were tossed straight into the fire, literally. Since he hadn't been able to try it out first, Mari put Alfred's new gear piece off to the side. Never go on the field with equipment you haven't used before. She still had her new boots on, but she tried them and many earlier versions already. Alfred had to wait until the next training sessions. The mission had begun.
With her cami still there, Mari quickly slipped out her shirt-jacket as she walked into the locker room. By the time she reached her hanger, she readily put it on the hook and swapped it out for her fireproof coat. Hers was thinner than the standard one and had multiple hidden pockets. Mari had good heat resistance, so it would have been unnecessary weight. With a lighter one, she could maneuver quicker and access some handy stuff. Like clockwork, she had her neck protector and gloves on in no time. First one done. On her way out the door, she made an announcement directed to the new recruits, [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Helmets are already in the Matchbox with names on them."]]] She nodded towards Alfred as a reminder to help them locate theirs if needed.
Alfred was more than capable to handle whatever they needed, but now there was less confusion he'd have to consider while getting himself ready. Recruits became familiar with what was required for the uniform during training, so naturally they might look for their helmets nearby. A lot of brigades stored them that way. However, Mari found keeping them in the Matchbox a lot more efficient. There was no point wasting time just to lug those things every time they were called out. The only times they were needed were when they'd have to drive in the Matchbox anyway. Outside of cleaning them, why should the helmets ever leave?
Mari's goal was always to take as minimal time to head out, even before the captain. She wanted the extra time to make sure they were ready to go. She maintained the Matchbox since the captain had been overloaded with work recently. So, she just looked for any signs of tampering, malicious or not. That was all clear, so she started up the engine. Smooth as always. After that was all their supplies and equipment. The first aid box was still replenished. The helmets haven't moved. Extra ammo in case some of their artillery ran out. Et cetera. They were set. It didn't take long for Daichi to join her and get situated in the driver's seat. She donned her helmet and settled in her spot as well.
Once everyone was set, Daichi let everyone know they were off. Once one the road, she turned towards the rest of the brigade, [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Okay, guys. We were cut short. Darcia Lovell. Yumi Adachi. Glad to have you in the 8th. I’m Lieutenant Mari Hayes. Mari works if you want. I honestly don't care what you call me as long as it doesn't break my rules. In general and especially on the field, I expect two things. Get the job done. And be respectful. That includes yourselves, not just others. Vice versa. So, don’t neglect any of it.
Like our captain, I’m not big on formalities. However, there is one that falls under both rules. Regardless of your personal opinion or interest behind it, I better see everyone saying ‘látom’ after our sister ends the prayer and we’ve put the Infernal to rest. If you have any questions about that, feel free to ask when we get back. Alfred can handle the rest from here."]]]
[font david [i Yumi had stood there blinking as the captain leaned in to inspect her. Her expression had remained completely straight a light tint of red dusted her cheeks and nose.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 ...]]]
[font david [i When he was done exploring the contents of her facial expressions he gave her a pat on the back. Well, a pat may be underselling it she damn near fell over. With a small little stumble, she managed to find her footing again. She found herself lost in thought examining his face albeit not as intensely as before.]] [font david [+aqua He looks a little different from my Genta, still..]]
[font david [i She offered a meek wave as a form of salutations to the brash captain and Mari. "Nice piece of work you've got. You're dressed a bit odd though. Were you expecting some comic con?" She tilted her head at him stating a nice piece of work she had. She even looked at herself a bit confused before realizing he meant her sword. Of course, he meant that why would she think otherwise? She was a very strange girl indeed. She wasn't sure how to answer the comment about her outfit. Instead, she had given a twirl of her cape using some slight flames for dramatic flair to keep her cape going. She had pointed to her cheek in traditional "moe" fashion although it was may have appeared even more strange due to her face still being completely straight.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 Heh.]]]
[font david [i She was always eccentric like this it's why maintaining friends was a bit of a hurdle for her. She hadn't realized the First Class soldier had entered the room just in time to see her little show. She blinked turning back and looking at him. Perhaps she should have been embarrassed but instead, she found herself tilting her head and looking at his mask. She leaned over poking the mask with a delicate touch.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 Cool.]]]
[font david [i She liked weird stuff like that it fascinated her. The captain, Mari, Alfred she wasn't what she was expecting. They were all much more attractive than she was expecting. Although she really wasn't sure what to expect from them. Yumi had stood on the sidelines as the captain spoke with the others. Alicia had made her entrance into the room as Yumi watched her closely. Classic delinquent type down to her style of clothing. Yumi didn't just play Otome games she loved dating sims to and she'd be lying if she said she didn't find herself choosing the dangerous girl from time to time. Yumi found herself staring at Alicia a bit she wasn't expecting to see another beautiful woman on the team. If only for a brief moment it made her question her strange choice of attire. She had gazed at Alicia a few moments longer before waiting for the final recruit. She took notes of the conversation unfolding before her to learn what she could of her new team.]]
[font david [i After some time had passed and the team caught up a bit she noticed the other recruit make her entrance. Of course, it was another beautiful woman. She had an aura of danger at first until she actually opened her mouth and spoke. It was soft and warm a lot more welcoming than Alicia. Not that she minded Alicia's attitude but she found herself offering a wave to Darcia. It was clear they were the two youngest around and it helped Yumi wasn't the only new girl. Though she didn't outwardly appear shy it was clear she didn't go outside much and talk to actual people.]]
[font david [i The captain had begun an announcement to the entire team. She listened staring at him as the girl begun to go down a rabbit hole in her thoughts. [font david [+aqua Jesus christ does he lift the team in his spare time? Is being a dumbbell part of the job?]] a strange part of her wouldn't exactly mind the prospect but at the same time, she was wondering how the captain spent his free time. Being a captain he probably had a powerful Ignition ability to boot. Yumi's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the loud alarm going off in the building. She was tired of alarms today but she knew what that meant. Her first day and she'd be facing a real life Infernal. She had combat training in basic against other third and second generation users but she's never fought an actual Infernal. She went to go get dressed as she very meticulously removed her current outfit without much embarrassment or restraint. Equipping her Bunker Gear next, she was a bit slow going at first. She had trained how to use and wear the outfit and it seemed her outfit was modified. A propel user needed to have legs a bit shorter as well as the arms to freely use their flames. The heat didn't affect her as much anyway. Despite her training, she was one of the last member's to get her gear on. Opting out of any additional equipment or protection. She wasn't physically conditioned to wield much except her Engine Blade. Yumi was sure all she would need would be her Ignition abilities. She followed behind Alfred like she was ordered to.]]
[center [h3 Introductions]]
[center [b Daichi lost seemingly lost himself to his bench pressing. However, he felt something strange lurking in the corner of his eye. Or maybe it was simply a burning sensation that someone was watching him? Placing his equipment back where it belonged he stood up popping his shoulders loudly. He gave a hearty chuckle seeing one of the new blood had arrived alongside Mari. She was staring intensely at the man. Was she sizing him up? It wasn't strange to have third generation's challenging Daichi to a fight often. Being an unpowered captain called into his question to lead a squad often. He leaned in close to the woman peering into her eyes. Before letting out a wide smile. Whatever it was? That wasn't the case he could tell that much. He slapped her back with a hearty laugh.]]
[center [+darkred You can't stare at people like that! They might think you're trying to pick a fight ya know? Name's Daichi Takakai but don't bother with captain or Mr. Takakai. Daichi's just fine!]]
[center [b He pulled away as he crossed his arms still a soft smile on his face but his face seemed more introspective. He was peering at her outfit from bottom to top before glancing at her Engine Blade.]]
[center [+darkred Nice piece of work you've got. You're dressed a bit odd though. Were you expecting some comic con?]]
[center [b He had let out a slight chuckle before Mari had lectured him about him being engrossed into his workout. He waved his hands with a bit of a shrug.]]
[center [+darkred Yeah I guess that's my bad I just got tired of sitting around all the time. Don't worry I filled out paperwork on the recruits though.]]
[center [b He explained to Mari knowing she would break down on his case if he hadn't gotten it done. He may have been the captain but she did help keep the restless man in check. Alfred had entered shortly with a salute followed by a "sir and mam" Daichi had walked over wrapping his arm around the younger male.]]
[center [+darkred Alfred come on you know you don't gotta do that every time! I won't tell the board if you won't! Hahaha! I mean you've been working here a while!! I was just telling the new recruit to go ahead and call me Daichi!]]
[center [b The captain gave a merry smirk as he patted the young male's back before letting go. It was, of course, Alicia's turn to show up asking about the new blood. Daichi pointed at Yumi before giving the sister a wave.]]
[center [+darkred Hey Alicia! Sleep well I hope? Well this is Yumi Adachi he other new recruit will probably be here soon.]]
[center [b The captain had seen Alicia pull a scalpel out from her hand. It's not like the companies cut open live Infernal's and when they died? They turned to explosive ash. So the captain crossed his arms with a loud "Hmm"]]
[center [+darkred Knowing us I'm sure you just had to patch me up again. I tend to be in you're care a lot in the infirmary! Haha!!]]
[center [b It was true the captain may have indeed been the strongest and most capable Fire Soldier here despite being unpowered. However, he found himself with the most injuries maybe that wasn't the mark of a real "talented" captain. Though he was usually at the forefront bearing what he could for his squad. He was grateful to have Alicia to patch him up when he found himself in need of "Repair."]]
[center [b It wasn't long before Darcia had entered the room with an awful warm greeting. Daichi had offered her a firm handshake ]]
[center [+darkred Yo, the names Daichi Takakai the captain of company 8 but just call me Daichi! All right, everyone, this is Darcia Lovell! Treat the two new recruits with respect. That being said I will be expecting Alfred and Mari to whip them into shape in time. Especially you Alfred since Mari also has other duties she occupies herself with. These are the first third-generation users we've got on the team! So let's see what they can do all right? Oh yeah! I didn't introduce our sister. The one drowsily drinking coffee over there is Alica Bell. She's been here for exactly a year so we've got plenty to celebrate after the patrol. I've got special news for Alic-]]
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[center [b Before Daichi could finish his speech a blaring alarm had begun to set off in the building. Daichi's tone had turned however his usual smile was still plastered across his face as he looked at his team.]]
[center [+darkred Grab you're Bunker gear and meet me in the garage. Recruits you're to follow Alfred I'll go get the "Matchbox" meet me at the front.]]
[center [b Daichi had gone with them running into the locker rooms stripping down his over jacket as he went to grab his equipment quickly.]]
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[center [b Daichi grabbed a massive sword the Cleaver Mark II. It may not have been as fancy as the "Engine Blade" but what it lacked in finesse it made up for in raw power. A large heavy blade that could vibrate intensely if need be. It was considered a failure because it was unwieldy and dangerous to use. It was a piece of gear that the captain stuck to managing himself. Granted him and Mari had worked together to create the Mark II. The Mark I was considered even more dangerous and created by Hajima. Many soldiers lost their lives using the Mark I so even though the equipment wasn't forcibly repossessed it was against regulation to use it for anything besides scrapping for parts. However, the captain couldn't bring himself to scrap even the Mark I. Using it as a frame of reference him and Mari managed a somewhat safer revolution. It was still a weapon only Daichi could pull off.]]
[center [b Daichi had packed a few extinguisher grenades in his Bunker Gear. Taking a Bunker Helmet with added shoulder pads. His Bunker Gear was modified to be a bit heavier but offer a little more protection. Taking the massive Fire Blast Shield and placing it on his back. He took the type two battleax. Only Alicia had the skill to bless water and help create sacred darts. That would be all the captain would take this trip but sometimes he changed it up. He may have been big and full of muscle but even he had a limit of what to bring and still can move around effectively. He was already one of the slower members on the field That being said after gearing up the captain managed to jog to the garage to get the units large armored vehicle. Or AKA the "Matchbox" driving it to the front with Mari. He looked in the back glad to see it had emergency equipment just in case. That was due to Mari's hard work and diligence. Maybe they could grab some more Ashes from a new Infernal for Alicia to study when they get back.]]
[center [+darkred All right company 8 were moving out!]]
[center She had been up before her alarm went off. Nervous and unable to catch that extra hour of sleep. To keep herself busy she had showered and got dressed. The black dress she had decided on cut off a little below her knees. None of that had taken nearly enough time. She sighed and looked around her apartment. Nice and neat. The way she liked it. The whole place smelled of flowers. She smiled lightly to herself. Flower arranging was a hobby of hers and it kept her busy most of the time. The only real messy spot in her apartment was the table. Flowers laying out that she had been working with. Even this mess was organized though. The stems she had cut off in a neat pile even the flowers laid in a small pile. To her this was still a mess.]
[center She cleaned up the flowers and the stems putting everything away. She would return to this another day. She would have to get new flowers by then though. She would make a reminder before she left. By the time she had finished that it was about time to leave. She let out a soft sigh. She had to compose herself. She couldn’t act nervous. It had been her decision to come here and help. It had been against her families wishes, but she hadn’t cared. She would follow her own path. She knew in the end they would accept her choice. They always did. She looked around her apartment quietly. The smell of flowers still lingering on the air. She wished she had time to do more with them, but she didn’t. She had to go.]
[center She left the apartment feeling a little less nervous, but not completely as composed as she wanted to be. She had taken a note down on what subways she would have to take to get to the company eight building. She at least felt confident in that. She of course had left the paper with that information inside of her apartment though. She glanced up at the building deciding on if she should go back inside or not. She knew the way. She had read it several times. She didn’t have time to go back inside and look. She would just have to go from memory. She could do that.]
[center She was wrong. By the time she had gotten to the first subway she had forgotten everything she had wrote down. So she ended up taking a wrong one before she asked for help. Now as she stood in front of the building she looked down and sighed.]
[center [+deeppink “Well I suppose at least I was only lost for a little bit... It could have been worse...”]]
[center She sighed softly again and slowly collected herself before she stepped inside. This building was rather large. Where was she suppose to go again? Great. Oh right. The captains office right? Where was that? She looked around slowly before she just chose a hall and began walking down it. Thankfully the hall she walked down led her towards where everyone was gathered. She stood there a moment letting her eyes fall on the girl that was standing in the doorway. She carefully walked over to join her looking into the room. So this was where they were suppose to gather? In the gym? She shook her head dismissing those thoughts for the time being. Was she the last one to arrive? Great. She had wanted to be first. She should have left earlier. Damn. Nothing she could do about it now. She had pushed all the nervousness she felt away. She had to. As she always liked to appear confident of herself. So she greeted everyone with a warm smile.]
[center [+deeppink “Hello everyone! Sorry if I’m late!”]]
The darkness, a perfect place for a peaceful atmosphere to think or relax. Feeling as if being stuck in an endless void subtlety forced oneself into an endless, free-falling perspective.
Within the dark confines of the medical lab a shady figure could be seen sitting hunched over a table. Every so often a shadow in the shape of a weird cup could be seen moving up and down, the shadowy figure quenching her thirst from the cup. The shadowy figure was none other than the science priestess of Fire Force 8 Alica Bell, currently in the middle of a flashback after learning of new recruits coming in today.
Today marked 365 days since she had left America, 52 fast weeks, one slow year. A creeping along single year since her tenure in Tokyo, Japan. And oh my did the first part of started off crazy.
Back in America Alica was known as Dr.Bell to her patients, the other nursing staff she worked with in the hospital, and to other hospitals and their nursing staffs. Dr.Bell managed to find out this Fire Force company thing happening in Tokyo, Japan and had decided to apply for an open position. The wait for a reply, and then for a plane ticket over the sea was not long in coming.
At the Tokyo airport a priestess of the Sol religion, which Alicia thought was a bunch of hocus pocus, took her into custody so to speak. No talking happened, only a lengthy awkward car ride to a building. Dr.Bell did not get any chance to see who else was in this building for she was given only enough time to go in, chuck her stuff, claim the space for a medical lab, and walk back to car, all under the priestesses’ observation.
The next building, that would be the building were Dr. Alica Bell transformed into Sister Alica Bell. The process of this mutating transformation from a regular doctor to a priestess of the Sol religion left quite a mark on Alica, and a permanent change. Dr.Bell never knew how to speak or write Japanese, but Sister Bell fluently wrote and spoke Japanese as if she’d been a native of Japan. Dr.Bell had known nothing about the Sol religion whereas Sister Bell knew every single detail. Dr.Bell had only known how to be a doctor while Sister Bell knew not only how to be a doctor but also the giver of the last rite.
At the end of this [i sister indoctrination school], Alica jokingly called it, she exited a very changed person.
One such interesting example of change was an encounter with a street vendor as she’d been walking to the Fire Force 8 headquarters for her first day as an official priestess. The street vendor had an assortment of vegetables and fruit, and Alica asked for an apple. Her spoken words were in Japanese while her thoughts were in English, subsequently Alica thought she had spoken in English. Which meant it came as a surprise when the vendor commented on her fluency for a foreigner as he bagged the apple, to which Alica responded by paying for the apple and saying that she was speaking English. The vendor couldn’t help but feeling confused at a foreigner who spoke fluent Japanese but claiming to speak English, he attempted to point this out but the foreigner refuted him again before walking off. Alica did come back later to apologize to the vendor and now she frequently bought things from him.
Another surprise awaiting Alica came in the form of a person whom she had not met for over 10 years. She’d met Mari Hayes at the Fitz-Simmons Institute of Science and Innovation. Both of them had been interning, Alica as a med intern and Mari something to do with engineering or similar to engineering. Their first encounter came in the form of Alica walking into a lab in which Mari had been tinkering with what was considered dangerous tools, an obvious safety violation and a ginormous medical risk. Somehow, they began to chat and befriended before splitting off to each their own path. Mari Hayes reintroduced herself in the same way Alica had first introdocurd herself to Mari those many years ago.
Alica snapped out of her flashback, standing up unsteadily while groaning. The flashback had felt crushing on the mind, as if the resting effects of a good nights sleep had been pressure mushed to smithereens. [#cc00cc [b “Guess that is what coffee is for”]], another sip from the cup before walking out the lab and downstairs with a slight limp to her right leg, dressed in her ‘signature’ dark grey beanie, explicit content t-shirt, black jeans, and black/blue sneakers.
A few people had already congregated in one of the rooms downstairs, Alice instantly recognized Mari and the Captain from the almost constants interactions with them over the past months since living here. [#cc00cc [b “So... when is the new blood supposed to show up”]], her words drawn out a bit more due to still being sleepy, another audible sip of hot coffee shortly following.
Alica leavened into the wall, dropping her unoccupied left hand downwards. Mindlessly looking around, she felt a sharp tip pressing through the left jean pocket and into her hand. She carefully brought it out to reveal it to be a brand new scalpel. [#cc00cc [b “Huh, was I cutting up somebody last night?”]]
Shielding his eyes from the sun, Alfred looked out into a forest. A forest that was very familiar to him. It was near his training camp, back in Britain. Before he could ask any questions, something zipped by his head, followed by the pop of a rifle. Drawing his sidearm in a fluid motion, he focused his sights upon a fuzzy humanoid silhouette. The figure noticed, and rushed him, lowering itself to make a smaller target. The first shot Alfred made missed the target by a hair, and before he could fire again the figure rammed it's shoulder into his gut.
With a jolt he awoke in his bunk. Reaching down to his gut, he found his companion, Fuzzball. Fuzzball looked up at him, purring and nuzzling his hand. Judging by the light coming in through the window, it was time for food. Quickly getting up, he grabbed the set of clothing he had left out the night before. Setting Fuzzball up with a little kitten chow in a bowl, and setting both of the aforementioned items upon his desk, made his way into the shower, reflecting upon his dream. [i [#ec2cba It's been a good few years since I've been back to the place... Good memories.]]
Emerging from the shower still drying his hair several minutes later, Alfred smiled seeing that lil' Fuzzball had finished his little meal and was waiting for him. Throwing on his hoodie, and securing his boots, Alfred paused. Taking some time, he fixed his hair, made sure his dog tags were clean, and secured his re-breather around his neck. [#00bfff "Come along, little one. It's time for breakfast."] Extending his hand, Fuzzball jumped into it with an adorable mewl. Scratching his furry friend's ear and chin, he deposited the purring ball of warmth and adorable into his pocket. Grabbing his shoulder holster and sidearm, he made his way to the mess hall. [#00bfff "One can never be too care, right Fuzzball?"]
Smiling gently to himself as the kitten purred and kneaded on his hand, Alfred set up a kettle. Looking around the mess hall to make sure he was all alone, he reached behind the refrigerator he removed a package of crumpets that he himself had baked. Procuring a half dozen, he sealed up the container and returned it to his stash. Dividing the food between two dishes, and pouring two cups of soon to be tea, he took a seat at a table, his back to the wall. Setting Fuzzball on the table, the little bugger began nibbling on a crumpet. Petting Fuzzball with his left hand, he began enjoying his tea while his compatriot began his breakfast.
Once Fuzzball got done with his crumpets, he began circling the cup of tea that Alfred hadn't touched. Alfred field stripped and began cleaning his side arm while Fuzzball gave the tea a few exploratory sniffs, then an exploratory sip. [#00bfff "I'm sorry, Fuzzball, but they were out of your favorite yesterday. I hope some of your daddy's favorite will suffice."] Seeming to be content with that answer, and the taste, the little fur ball mewed at him, before beginning to lap up the tea. Alfred and Fuzzball stayed like that for a good half hour, just enjoying the relative calm of the base and the mess hall. Finishing up with his maintenance, Alfred cleaned up the localized disaster his little bud had made. Washing the dishes quickly, Alfred picked up Fuzzball and headed up to their room.
After dropping Fuzzball off, and giving him a quick kiss on the top of his head, Alfred made his way towards the Captain's quarters. Passing the "Research and Development" lab, as he mentally referred to it as, thoughts of the Lieutenant drifted lazily into his mind. She was always tinkering with something. Judging from the lack of lights, she was off elsewhere. [i [#ec2cba What could possibly be enough to get the LT out of her lab long enou-]][#00bfff "Shit. The recruits."] Brushing himself off, and securing his re-breather and shoulder holster, Alfred made his way to the Captain's quarters post haste.
Spotting what cute female in an unique outfit, he gave her a quick nod before stepping into the room which she was peering into. Stepping off to the side, he snapped off a salute to the Captain and the Lieutenant. [#00bfff "Alfred Greaves, reporting for duty, sir and ma'am."]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Kaushan+Script:400,700&display=swap&subset=latin-ext] Like clockwork, Mari started her day off with paperwork. Getting that out of the way also got it out of the way of her working space. Like the captain, she had a makeshift table space where she filled out the mission reports, expenditures, and responding documents to higher ups. Outside of the squad, she also received contracted projects requests Haijima. They paid well and even supplied resources and materials she used for her squad. Though paperwork wasn't all she used it for, it was her drafting table. She designed most of her personalized gear for her squad there.
With paperwork far behind her, she was currently working on something new for Alfred, their first class fire soldier, and herself. With new recruits coming in, he'd be leading a lot of their training sessions. This was perfect to demonstrate how people could always enhance their abilities with new skill sets and tactics. New recruits in general, but especially 3rd gens, usually needed a lesson that although they've made it into the Fire Force, they could still do much more than what they could already. Some already have that idea, but could still gain from seeing a live example of it.
Mari leaned back in her chair and stretched out her arms, reaching so far she could feel it in her back. Looking at the time, things were still on schedule. She had just finished Alfred's new attachment for his rifle, but had some final touch ups and checks on her new gear. After that, she was off for Captain's meetup for the new recruits.
Making sure the inner circuitry was properly insulated and secured, she did a small test run to make sure everything still lined up and nothing shifted in the process. With it sealed up, she did a final test for the tensile strength. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Perfect."]]] Checking the time again, she had a satisfied smile. [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "With time to spare."]]] Mari put on her new boots and cleaned up the mess both of her "newest creations" made.
Grabbing the files for the new recruits, she did another overview while heading over. She mumbled her summary outloud to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Yep. Both 3rd gen. Both females too. Darcia Lovell & Yumi Adachi. Darcia's from France. Ooooo, Yumi's toy sounds like a lot of fun. Former with a cloaking ability, the latter with a propelling one. Everything else… Interesting. Okay."]]]
Walking up to Captain's recreational office, she saw a petit silver-haired girl in very unique clothes. It was a nice surprise to not be the only one early. Though, the girl wasn't heading in. She was staring into the room from the doorway with an almost blank but mesmerised stare. [I [Kaushan+Script [size14 Well this recruit seems like fun. Wonder if she's nervous though.]]] Before saying anything to her, Mari saw it: the Engine Blade. Her eyes locked on it with awe. Mari had seen many weapons and gear but this one was a first. Catching herself before she became fixated. [I [Kaushan+Script [size14 Hope this recruit has the skills to live up to it. If not, I'll talk to Alfred to make sure his training plan makes that a focus.]]]
Arriving there, Mari greeted the girl [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Hey, you must be Yumi Adachi. It's okay to go in. You don't have to wait."]]] Entering the room she called out to their captain, [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Hey Daichi, one of the recruits is here. She was waiting outside the room and you didn't call her in. Try not to get too engrossed in your workout, Captain. It leaves a bad impression."]]] Looking back to the new 2nd class, [#c73d52 [Kaushan+Script [size14 "Sorry about that. I'm Mari Hayes. Though I'm sure we'll be doing introductions shortly."]]]
[font david [i Yumi tossed and turned in her bed spreading her legs out with a light snore. She'd sleep all day like this if she could but her alarm had others plans. The blasted thing began to blare off and on in a loud annoying ring. So loud her apartment "neighbors" banged on the door for her to shut that thing off. Yumi already found herself flat on the floor startled by the damn thing.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 Ow.]]]
[font david [i She expressed with a monotone expression offering her neighbor's nothing in response. With a straight face, she sat up and turned off the Alarm clock. Why were they so mad? It was clear in the evening she only set up cause only she'd sleep that long. Letting out a short stretch with a soft yawn. Sitting up she went to her closet to see the outfit her parents sent her. Formal and proper and it looked hella restrictive.]]
[font david [i She groaned grabbing the outfit before hurling straight to the garbage den.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 She scores.]]
[font david [i She said still in her mild-mannered tone before going to the back of her messy closet. Her whole one-room apartment was a mess with figures and manga all over the place. Her wires and controllers sprawled on the floor with her other belongings. Finally locating her outfit she yanked it out of her closet with all the force her tiny frame could muster. Managing to retrieve it she held it close to her chest on her bed. It came with a cape a white dress with a strange and unique design. Leather gloves with too many straps and thigh-high boots. It was something a [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chunibyo Chunibyo] crazed otaku would wear. Or at the very least an avid cosplayer though either description fit Yumi to an extent.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 Heh.]]]
[font david [i She gave a monotone expressed piece sign to no one in particular. Heading straight to the shower before she dolled herself up. Despite being a rather messy otaku she took great joy in personal hygiene. Being a third-generation user had its perks besides the jobs she could handle heat extremely well. She always heard steam was good for the pours so she'd simply put the water full blast on heat. After said shower, she came out in her towel to brush her teeth and style her hair meticulously. She came back to her room lifting one of her favorite Otome games. Eyeing it with an almost deep longing before placing it back down with a sigh. She had come over to her poster next of a rugged older looking man. Normally Otome addicts were known for liking the pretty ones but she oddly finds herself more intrigued by the love interest fathers. It was part of why she could never keep friends at school with her strange personality quirks it wasn't hard to imagine why.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 I love you.]]]
[font david [i She said as mild-mannered as ever her face still completely straight before touching the poster softly. Right afterward getting dressed in what seemed like a flash as she headed out the door. Although she took her time walking down the stairs and out of the apartment before going to the fire department. Like usual she garnered strange looks from passerby's but she paid them no mind. Taking the subway trains until she eventually reached her stop in downtown Tokyo. She wasn't far now, after several minutes of walking she stopped. In front of her was the fire department company eight. It was a rather large building yet kinda small compared to the companies one through seven. Taking small strides she walked in looking for the captain's office. It was a bit confusing to get around and she found herself lost. Turning around she saw the Gym with a man working out. Her expression remained calm but she had a sparkle in her eye as she mumbled to herself.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 Genta Tobachi? Is that you?]]]
[font david [i He looked very similar to one of her favorite characters one you never could romance in game. Waltzing in she saw the man with an intense glare.]]
[font david [#89add2 [size10 .....]]]
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