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[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

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Commander Atlanta Hunter
Trans female ❇ Bisexual ❇ No power
Tags: Arietta, Dakota

-----The commander was proud of Arietta for thinking rationally. There were two outcomes of this conversation she would be satisfied with: Arietta either promising to control her emotions, or setting her personal mission aside for the time being. She'd ended up choosing the safer option.
-----It was better for the girl to gain some field experience first. Sooner or later, the squad would visit Oneta and the commander was not opposed to a rescue mission added onto their plate. However, the District of Stars was the most dangerous province to make a mistake in - too many people held connections with Emperor Brungard. Atlanta was hoping for a Twodor mission next, but her requests carried little weight among Council decisions. She just hoped it was not Forell. There was something, someone there she wasn't ready to face.
-----Atlanta wore a calm smile when she faced Dakota, no sign of worried thoughts afflicting her whatsoever. "I'm pleased you like the swords. Once this is over, you can duel me if you'd like." The commander was also fond of swords. It was common knowledge among the older rebels, as Atlanta was never seen without her trustworthy old longsword by her side. The blade was dull and the handle was well-worn, but she was deeply attached to the familiar weapon. Home was wherever this sword rested.
-----She chuckled at the casual attitude of the soldier, enjoying her sense of humor. "While I'm happy you'll be joining us on the mission, I owe you an apology for these clothes eh? Fivana's fashion sure is something." Atlanta then jumped straight into a mini debriefing, as Dakota needed to know the purpose of this mission. No soldier could fight without purpose. "The reason we're heading there isn't fashion, though - it's traitors. Four rebels let the District of Gold get to their heads, and they're planning to sell out Headquarters for money. Our job is to ruin their plans."
-----And their lives. If any of the four were captured alive, they would be imprisoned upon returning to Headquarters. Imagine being tempted into betrayal by promises of wealth and luxury, then spending your life rotting in an underground prison. Certainly not a pleasant fate.

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Ardai Fairchild
Male ➹ Heterosexual ➹ Invisibility
Tags: Arys, Arietta

-----Ardai tried to act tough by laughing off the situation, but the laugh that escaped him was clearly nervous. When his wolf-form friend pawed at him, he jumped back with a puppy-like yelp. His scrawny knuckles were strained white around the spear handle.
-----Fortunately for the poor moron, his friend's furry wolf shape morphed back into the familiar girl. She didn't want to fight him because it would end badly for either of them. He relaxed his grip on the weapon and looked visibly relieved. "Yeah, wouldn't want that eh? I don't think blood red would match my fabulous looks." He struck a dramatic superhero-esque pose, then clutched his chest like he'd been stabbed. "Yeah, I get the point!"
-----He began to laugh, both at his dumb pun and at Arys' attempts to walk in heels. "Blazing? Hope that doesn't mean you'll trip and set Fivana on fire. I mean that's a freakin great way to smoke out the traitors, but if we're busted... Man are we toast!" Ardai laughed even harder, thinking himself so clever for these puns. He started to strut around in his stilettos like he owned the place. His feet were already aching, but he didn't care, just kept parading about like a peacock. Each step produced a loud clack on the Training Center floor and threatened to put a dent in it.
-----That was when Arietta announced something about makeup. The chick was wearing feathers in her hair and checking out the various face paints that Fivanians liked to use. Ardai waved his arms eagerly in an attempt to get her attention. "Hey 'Etta! Do us!"
-----He turned to Arys with a huge grin. "You'll thank me later, when the Fivers swoon at your feet. Come on, I'll race you in our heels. Last one to Arietta is omega of the pack!"

[honeybee.]

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Brenn Lucasta
Location: Training Centre - Tags: Onyx; Riley
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Brenn backed away a little more when Onyx began bouncing up and down in their moonshoes. He didn't truly believe the acrobat would land on him, their power was far too impressive to let that happen, but you can never be too careful. He helped Onyx pile the discarded clothes into a makeshift crash mat that would hopefully cushion the fall a little bit if they ended up falling on their butt.
"You might always land on your feet but I'm more worried about you smacking your head on the ceiling." Brenn was looking up scrutinisingly at the rock above them, it looked rather solid. Onyx knocking themself out before the mission wouldn't be very helpful for taking down those traitors. "Who knows how high your 'super jump extreme' will take you!"
Brenn looked amused when they called on Riley to distract Atlanta. Riley certainly was distracting in their brightly coloured Fivana clothes, even more so than the rest of them. Unfortunately, Onyx's voice didn't seem to have a discrete option. "If she didn't notice you plotting this jump before she certainly has now." Brenn hissed, though he was actually trying hard not to laugh. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to get Atlanta to stop you. What, don't you trust our masterfully created soft landing?" He glanced over to Atlanta who appeared to busy in conversation with Dakota. She must have arrived late since this was the first time Brenn remembered seeing her since the marking. "Besides, I don't think Atlanta would even try to stop you. Better you fail in here than in the middle of Fivana, you know?"

[cocogerber13]

(Awww, thank you honeybee! ^_^ I love Brenn too- their relationship is just fun haha)

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♠︎ // Phoenix Squad Recruit // Beast Summoning // Tags: Sonata

Caleb inspected the weapon he held, briefly lifting a few fingers to brush the darker stains on the silver before noticing Sonata’s interest in it. He silently tilted it to the side towards her so she could get a look as well. “I bet it’s old owner got a new, shiny crossbow.” The boy pondered aloud, intentionally making the imaginary crossbow user not seem to have met an untimely end. In fact, that outcome was probably extremely rare, and it seemed old, not damaged. It was probably more often than not used on the usual training dummies, he hoped. The object earned a final glance-over before Caleb fitted it into the sling across his back.

He watched between glances as Sonata realised the nickname he had given her, not entirely sure if she liked it. His unease left him as he determined that her expression was rather soft and the smile that followed was genuine. Speaking of the smile, Sonata held a new tone in her voice for her next statement. It kind of surprised Caleb.

Her promise of watching his back made Caleb involuntarily smile. “My hero! I’ll watch your back too, but with your attitude I doubt you’d need my help.” Though phrased as a joke, Caleb was serious. Sonata was shy but with her sword she definitely didn’t look it. The weapon paired with the flowery dress made him think of a warrior princess from a fairytale.

The dark-haired man hummed his agreement to Sonata’s speculations. “We already have them outnumbered, so best case they just surrender. And if they don’t, then they won’t stand a chance against us.” Caleb winked. Her words did reassure him of his doubts from earlier, even when it was a bit obvious and she herself didn’t fully believe it. Their odds were shockingly good and the animal summoner wondered if such a mission was mainly to get the Phoenix Squad onto the surface as opposed to actually doing fieldwork. Both would get done in the end, he supposed, and even if that was the goal Caleb didn’t really mind.

Just as Caleb started pulling at the collar around his neck, he looked back to the clothing racks and noticed Arietta standing with Dakota. A bit of pink dusted his cheeks as he realised that Sonata and himself were right in their line of sight, though he didn’t mention it to his companion if she didn’t notice.

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♣︎ // Phoenix Squad Recruit // Acrobat // Tags: Brenn, Riley

“Stepping back to see the whole view, hmm?” Onyx purred as they planted their hands on their hips and leaned forward. Their bright eyes seemed almost eerie in the bit of darkness a place underground could never truly get rid of. As unpredictable as the gaze seemed, however, the two recruits had known one another for a while and Onyx would never willingly make the other uncomfortable. Even if he declined the daredevil’s antics.

Onyx’s sharp-fanged grin disappeared as they blinked and warily peered up at the ceiling. Though the idea of hitting their skull had very briefly crossed through their head, Brenn’s reminder did put a little unease into their mind. It was the roof of a cave, after all. “Hah, any normal person would be concerned, but you are talking to Onyx the Impulsive. Take out the ‘ny’ in my name and what do you have? Ox! And what do those have? Horns and hooves! And you know what else has horns and hooves? A ram! And they have some pretty tough heads.” Onyx explained matter of factly, closing their eyes with a nod. The dots were connected.

“Buuuuut, just in case I do get hurt....” the dark-haired teen opened one eye to flit about the training room. “Hmm, my hat will just have to take the damage. It’s springy enough. Also Riley can teleport, if they’d like to take me with them back here before I reach the ceiling?” Onyx beamed hopefully to the highlighter.

Brenn’s hiss distracted the acrobat enough to cause them to snicker and glance over to the commander. “Good! She’s too far away to do something now, and she’ll still get to witness the show.” Onyx retorted coolly. Upon hearing the other’s accusation about wanting to get caught, however, they moved a hand to their upper chest and feigned a heartbroken stare into Brenn’s eyes. “Why would I do that? Don’t you know that a concussion is the ideal way to spend a train ride to a secret mission? Now, where were we?” Onyx clapped their hands to hold one of both their friends’ before raising them into the air in victory and letting go, stepping forward and stretching out their limbs. Just when it appeared they were actually about to jump, they gave a tiny rabbit hop.

“Whoa, did you guys see how high I just jumped?” Onyx whirled around and threw their arms out like they had just won a medal. “I just... couldn’t have done this without you two...” A small, audible sob accompanied the 18 year old’s performance as they moon-walked over to hug their dear friends.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

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Sonata Thornwood
Female ❁ Pansexual ❁ Botanokinesis
Tags: hot guy & hot girl

-----Sonata's curiosity grew even more as Caleb let her examine his crossbow, and even divulged his theory of why an older weapon was here. She had no doubt it was actually older, and not just styled to look that way. Those faint tarnishes wouldn't appear overnight on a weapon built to last. She pictured a scene that probably took place years ago - a recruit around their age cheerfully receiving their new crossbow, sparkles in their eyes as bright as the once shiny silver. Though the weapon had now parted ways with its original owner, it would fall into good hands. Sonata almost got teary eyed at the story she came up with in her head. It was something like a puppy story where the owner had to give away the dog because the new baby had health problems, and the dog ended up finding a new loving family.
-----"I'm glad it went to you, then! You'll be good to it." Sonata reached out and patted the weapon gingerly, like it was a small, fragile kitten.
-----She was relieved the subject changed quickly, before she got more emotional over a crossbow than she already was. Although... she nearly swooned when Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome called her a hero. It took her completely by surprise and she stared at him with shocked green eyes. "Ohmygosh? You t-think I'm a hero?" She blurted out, looking like an actual deer in headlights as she stared at him. Her face was practically a freshly boiled ham.
-----The brunette fortunately came back to her senses when Caleb spoke about the mission. "Yeah, ah, thanks! You're the best!" She managed, finally speaking in coherent words. It wasn't clear whether Sonata was thanking him for his earlier compliment or for reassuring her about the mission - and she herself didn't know. "I think this mission might be really fast - and then we'll have time to look around Fivana! I want to see if we can uh, get some souvenirs? In case we don't go back for another mission anytime soon."
-----She had a feeling Fivanian missions would be relatively rare. A bunch of teenagers might not be super helpful in the trade district, compared to more established rebels who could manipulate some... things. Sonata wasn't entirely knowledgeable about what the Uprising was doing there. Hijacking supplies?
-----Her eyes wandered around the room as she speculated, but Arietta caught her eye. Sonata's jaw immediately dropped. Her friend was so beautiful, looking like an work of art herself. Sonata just wanted to run over and touch the colorful feathers woven into her braids, but that would be awkward. Ohmygosh? She's so hot? I can't even look at her for too long! Sonata waved to Arietta with a big smile, but despite her thoughts, she couldn't look away.

[hellb0und]

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xxxxxxxx𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.

xxxxxxxxWith a roll of her eyes, she replied, "Guess not." She tightened her own grip on her bow, a comforting weight she had grown accustomed to constantly having. When he, with ease, commented on murdering traitors and guards whom got in their way, she had to remind herself the boy wasn't entirely pacifist. Nonetheless, it was odd for the tall female to hear such words escape small, mousy Gavotte's lips. The one person she always associated with peace, right alongside his sister. Even little Lanette appeared the exact opposite of tranquil right now. How the times had changed. The fire wielder finally nodded, "So long as we're paired up." More so, she wanted to keep him safe, and thankfully the likelihood they weren't put together was far overrun by the chance they would. They'd been paired together for years now, right after they understood her powers and just what she could do with them. Everyone walked on eggshells around Jen, petrified of angering her. It was wise, but only plan A of how to keep her powers at bay. Had they gone uncontrolled, all flocked to Gavotte. He'd become their lord and saviour when it came to the irritable archer. Without him, flame would have long consumed the underground caves. A fate that would later work its way into her innermost tortuous thoughts.

"How about trying out the new weapon?" She finally asked, eager to return to her shooting.

[marimo.]

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~18~Female~Werewolf~Mood: tired, absolutely disgusted~Location: training room~Tags: Ardai, Arietta~Mentions: none~

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Shaking her head, Arys can't help the smile that is part genuine, part why-are-you-doing-this. Ardai is on a rampage with the puns, and she knows there is no way she can stop him, so she just listens to his ridiculousness. As he begins to prance around the training room, the already loud clack-clack-clack of the heels is magnified in her wolf hears, small little stabs of noise. "Wow, Adrai, that's loud." Just when she thinks he can't get any louder, he does.
She internally groans as Ardai takes up Arietta's offer. It's not that Arys doesn't like the girl--in fact, it's just the opposite--it's just that makeup is one of her least favourite things overall. Despite the fact that Ardai just asked for makeup, she does perk up at the prospect of a race. "I probably won't, but you're on!" She grins, her competitor's streak flaring up. The girl takes off towards Arietta in human form to give the poor prankster a chance. Additionally, Arietta probably wouldn't like the sight of a wolf sprinting towards her, so Arys decides being a human is best for now.
(sorry for the short post, I worked on this one last and it's really late where I am currently. I probably shouldn't be up right now but y'know, yolo, am I right? lmao I'm so sorry)
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˜”*°•.˜”*°•𝔻𝕒𝕜𝕠𝕥𝕒 "𝕌𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒" 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕝•°*”˜.•°*”˜

❝𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖? 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖?❞

~18~female~umbrakinesis~mood: lets do this~location: training room~tags: Atlanta~ mentions: Ella~

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Dakota's already-present smirk widens into a large grin as the commander offers to duel with her, even though she's way more skilled than Dakota at swordplay. Though she thinks of herself as pretty good with a sword, the girl knows she has a long way to go. But hey, she's pretty sure she can take down a Delran soldier without much effort, so that's a plus. Her heart skips a beat as she replies, "Sure! Just let me find some clothes first so I can practise in those ridiculous outfits. It would make sense to acclimate myself to those clothes. And don't worry about it, it's not your fault the Fivanians are colour blind." Dakota decides she needs to stop making fun of Fivanians because it might come back to haunt her someday. The last thing she wants is some angry Fivanian chasing her around demanding revenge for their province.
As Atlanta debriefs her quickly, she finds her hands slowly tightening into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms and almost breaking flesh. She never remembered her nails being this sharp. "Traitors..." She hisses. "That's horrible that someone's secrets can be bought and sold willingly. Just goes to show how messed up our society is. I guess, then, that a job like this warrants the horrible outfits." Dakota knows that humanity's problems aren't all because of Brungard, but she can't help but blame him. It just helps to fuel her rage towards the emperor, though she's fairly sure it doesn't need more fuel. The fact that Ella has to deal with the Brungards on the daily flits through her mind, and she pities the girl for having to put up with them.
"I'm going to grab some clothes." She suggests. Not bothering to wait for an answer, she leaves the commander in search of an outfit. She ends up choosing the most practical thing she can find, a neon blue knee-length skirt (with some shorts on under it, just in case, even though she could only find frilly shorts.) paired with a hot pink long-sleeved shirt. The girl knows she's going to get cold even if she's fighting. On a stroke of luck, she finds an orange ribbon that could double as a hair tie. She leans her swords against the table and quickly secures her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. With a deep breath, she heads over towards some dummies. While the dummies are normally used and not other people, the area does double as a sparring area (correct me if I'm wrong Spear). Dakota leans on one of the dummies and waits for the commander, hoping they can get a quick session in before the recruits needed to head to Fivana.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

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Commander Atlanta Hunter
Trans female ❇ Bisexual ❇ No power
Tags: Dakota

-----The commander chuckled as the pale rebel ran off to find an outfit. Dakota seemed interested in having that duel right now, so Atlanta headed towards the combat area with a smile on her face.
-----Despite her Forellian roots and calm nature, she was born with a will to fight that rivaled Thrinton's. To live was to fight. There was no music sweeter than the clash of blades, no dance more beautiful than that of two enemies on the battlefield. As long as Atlanta had a cause, she would happily fight until the day she died.
-----That was why traitors bothered her so much. Atlanta was the epitome of calm determination on the outside, but it hid a raging storm. Dakota had an excellent point; what kind of twisted mind thought it appropriate to exchange human lives for money? It was underhanded and dishonorable, and if allowed to succeed, would lead to thousands of deaths without even a fair fight. The backstabbers wouldn't need to raise a sword themselves.
-----Atlanta's calm smile hadn't changed by the time Dakota returned. The ash-blonde was now wearing bright florescent colors. These clothes suited her as much as Lanette's gangster style suited the tiny pacifist - not at all. Dakota had done well in choosing a disguise.
-----And now it was time to fight in it.
-----"Excellent," the commander said, slowly approaching the training dummies where the girl now stood. "Let's see how much you've improved, shall we?"

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Gavotte Lane
Male ♫ Heterosexual ♫ Hydrokinesis
Tags: Jen

-----Gavotte smiled at her words, thinking back to a simpler time. Long hours spent training would bring on tremendous stress, and everyone expressed it differently. Jen always seemed to convert negative emotions into anger. While it was fortunate she was tough enough to redirect inner hurt into outward rage, it was dangerous for the entire Uprising.
-----Gavotte thought of himself a very fortunate man. Since a young age, his responsibility to calm Jen's fire meant the water-manipulator felt a close connection with her. There was no way to tell whether the stoic, brooding blonde felt the same, but Gavotte felt lucky enough to be tolerated by her. Most people didn't have that luxury.
-----Her words snapped him back to attention. "Sorry, I zoned out. Good idea. Let's get some practice in before we go."
-----With that, he started towards the archery range. He remembered years ago, he'd invited her down to the archery range and asked her to teach him. Gavotte wasn't very good at it - he mostly just wanted to watch her shoot. Her form was impeccable. Graceful but deadly, like a wildfire from afar.
-----Today was the same story. The archery range wasn't made for a butterfly knife, but... this was the last chance he might have to watch her shoot arrow after arrow. He wanted to keep this memory in case something happened in Fivana. His sister Lanette hoped for the best, but Gavotte himself expected the worst.

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Ardai Fairchild
Male ➹ Heterosexual ➹ Invisibility
Tags: Arys, Arietta

-----The redhead's competitive streak was ignited by Arys taking him up on his offer. He ostrich-ran even faster, heels striking the ground like small knives as he stabbed his way over. And then the idiot made the mistake of looking behind him. Arys was catching up fast, and that distracted him for a split second. His stiletto slipped on the Training Center floor and he crashed to the ground in an orange, green, and rainbow heap.
-----Laughing, he crawled the rest of the way over. He'd obviously lost the race. "Arys, you've killed me!" He exclaimed in a voice filled with betrayal, then collapsed to the ground in front of Arietta. "Save me, O feathered one! Only your makeup can save my life!"

[hellb0und]

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xxxxxxxx𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.

xxxxxxxxJen hadn't expected anything less of him when he complied, stepping her way off the stage and walking up to the targets. Arietta was gone, but another squad member replaced her. Atlanta still stood nearby. Jen paid no further mind to the lot and focused the entirety of her attention on shooting. Her feet fixed themselves shoulder-length apart, and she raised her bow. Sliding an arrow into place, followed by a slow, precise pull and practiced release made for a perfect shot. Square in the forehead of the dummy. Again and again, she kept shooting. Hitting spots that would cause instant death, or disable her target. Regardless, each shot was made to bring death. Whether instant or oncoming. She drew in a long breath and took another shot following the same flow of movements. It was all about repetition. The only thing inconsistent was where her arrow landed, albeit purposeful. She knew on the battlefield she had one shot, which meant one wrong move and there was no telling what fate had in store. She drew in a long breath and got her arrows afterward, then turned back and towards Gavotte.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

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chapter two
FIVANA FIASCO

-----Today's visit to the District of Gold is no ordinary field trip. This is the Phoenix Squad's first-ever mission as fully-fledged rebels, as an united team. It is their trial by fire... or rather, by fireworks. The bustling streets of central Fivana are waiting.

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-----Getting to Fivana was a long and arduous ordeal. It began with a trek through the dank tunnels branching out from Headquarters, unlit save for the flashlight in Commander Atlanta's hands. At least the dim light meant nobody would have to look at her outfit. Her dress was a neon rainbow of frills, accented by an enormous peacock tail accessory at the back. She looked like a huge mother bird herding her equally colorful chicks.
-----When the long corridor finally ended, Atlanta packed the flashlight in her extravagant purse before leading the way the ladder. The exit of the tunnels was disguised in a densely wooded area, and once everyone was out, the commander made sure to kick dirt and pine needles over the manhole cover. She led them to the nearby hiking trail, which they followed until they neared the city of Goldstone.
-----At that point, she instructed them to behave loudly and obnoxiously, already posing as Fivanian tourists finishing up their field trip. They swaggered through the quaint little town as Atlanta raved about a parade happening tonight, sounding eager to get home to Fivana. The residents of the dusty Severin town generally kept their heads down and went about their own business, not caring to be bothered by some annoying tourists.
-----They arrived at the old station just as the telltale trail of smoke approached in the distance. Atlanta strutted up to the counter, heels clacking on the aged wood of the platform. "Fifteen tickets to Five, for me and the kids!" She demanded, slamming down a wad of money held together with a colorful scrunchie. Minutes later, she came away with a handful of one-way tickets. The guy hadn't even asked whether it was round trip. She was too obvious - good. Fivanians were the most obvious people in the world.
-----She handed out the tickets to her students, or children, whatever people thought these teenagers were. Then, in true loud Fivanian fashion, she rushed onto the train while loudly gesturing for the others to follow.
-----It wasn't a crowded ride, so the rebels ended up in their own train car. Others probably noticed the distinctive obnoxious noise and appearance of Fivanian adolescents, and decided not to sit nearby. Even better. Once the doors closed and there was no longer a risk of others boarding, the Phoenix Squad could relax the ridiculous act, only resuming it for the stops along the way when the door opened. It had the welcome effect of scaring off new passengers from boarding in this car.
-----Outside the window, snow-covered pines and abandoned mines gradually gave way to frosted-over grass and the lights of distant buildings. City after city flew by, skyscrapers towering in the distance, alight with brilliant colors. Not long after, the train pulled into Hesenia, Fivana - the very heart of the District of Gold.
-----The grand station was nothing like the creaking wooden platform back in Severin. Inside, stained-glass chandeliers gleamed against a towering ceiling, which amplified the noise of the milling crowd. Atlanta stopped the Phoenix Squad in front of a row of deserted waiting benches (Fivanians preferred to be on their feet), and began the 'debriefing'.
-----"Alright, kiddos! Here's where the party is at!" She exclaimed, her voice seeming to have risen an octave. This was the best way to do a 'Fivanian impression' in her opinion.
-----The commander held up a flyer with four photos and a map in the center. It was disguised as a poorly designed party advertisement, but the Phoenix Squad would know better.
-----The first photo was a blonde, skinny man sporting a face of freckles. His name was Leroy Dunmore, and the caption underneath read: "No need to RSVP, ladies! Meet at the parade on Corazon Street for a chance to dance with yours truly!" It clearly advertised he was arrogant and would be easily found in the literal heart of the city.
-----The second was a hideous redhead with what appeared to be a perpetual smirk: James Taylor. "Cocktails at 7:00 PM at Midas Tower, if you can afford it." That hinted at his obsession with wealth, and that trading tower full of businesspeople would be an ideal place to look.
-----Next was a dark brunette with watery green eyes, Keith Marshall. "Free drinks @ Knifepoint Alley," read the sketchy caption.
-----Finally came an auburn-haired guy named Drew Stone, whose caption said "Want to get away from the parades and parties? Come to the Sanctuary from 7-9 PM to relax and unwind."
-----The map was the circled location of each traitor. Leroy was in the very center, Corazon Street. James' tower would be a few streets down west, with Keith's creepy ally several blocks south from both locations. Drew was in the northeast, and his circle was significantly larger than his cohorts'. It wrapped around the entire perimeter of an enormous park labelled 'THE SANCTUARY'.
-----"Now, you're responsible adults and can make your own choices!" Atlanta was still doing the voice. "You each decide which party to go to, and we'll all meet at the Sanctuary at 10. The gig there should be over by then. Remember, no drinking, no graffiti, and no stealing balloons! I'm serious!"

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Lanette Lane
Female ♟ Pansexual ♟ Pacifism
Tags: Everyone

-----When Lanette saw 'Knifepoint Alley', she laughed out loud as obnoxiously as possible. She was already dressed up like a Fivanian gangster. This sketchy, creepy alley was calling to her, pretty much begging for her to come and arrest the traitor who lurked within.
-----"I'm gonna get free drinks, punks!" She was trying so hard to act like a mobster. All her squadmates could tell this was the opposite of her nature, but the little brunette was determined to pull it off. "Who's with me?"

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Gavotte Lane
Male ♫ Heterosexual ♫ Hydrokinesis
Tags: Jen

-----Gavotte was animated but silent throughout the debriefing, making exaggerated 'thinking' gestures to compensate for his lack of talking. When Atlanta was finished, he turned to Jen while pointing to Drew Stone - the traitor hiding out in the Sanctuary.
-----"That's the guy. These others are lame, I'm going to his party." Gavotte put on his best imitation of a sneer, hoping he was doing this 'arrogant' thing okay. If not, he prayed someone would correct him.

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Ardai Fairchild
Male ➹ Heterosexual ➹ Invisibility
Tags: Everyone

-----Ardai didn't even need to put on an act. For once, he had the freedom to be himself, his annoying and idiotic self, without having to worry about consequences. He laid across one of the benches in that 'Paint me like one of your Forell girls' pose, and just lounged as he looked over the 'parties.'
-----"Welp, I'm the most beautiful lady here. I'm gonna go dance with my Leroy!" He announced, blowing a kiss towards the picture. Honestly? Catching the traitor was minor to him compared to the fun they'd have on Corazon Street. He'd heard tales about the massive parades, and wanted to crash one.

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Sonata Thornwood
Female ❁ Pansexual ❁ Botanokinesis
Tags: caleb help me

-----Sonata vowed that Fivana would be where she overcame her shyness. The loudest and happiest province was bound to help her feel more comfortable around people. She was always so afraid of being embarrassed, but Fivanians had no concept of that. They put a positive spin on everything.
-----Still, she stuck close to Caleb - she'd made a pinky promise to protect him after all. A few of her squadmates were already picking places, but nobody was heading to Midas Tower yet. It sounded like a rich place with luxurious chairs and expensive drinks... and she wanted to visit there.
-----"Midas Tower? I'll buy you a drink!" Sonata blurted out to Caleb, and realized a second later she had no money. She would have to ask the commander for some... but for once she wasn't embarrassed. It was this place and the shameless people in it. There was something refreshing about this.

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NAME. jennifer dire ` ABILITY. fire manipulation ` TAG(S). gav & the group `
xxxxxxxx𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.

xxxxxxxxAnd so it began. Jen still clutched her bow tightly as they left the underground tunnels, immediately sucking in a deep breath and tasting the fresh air. The aroma was filled with that of pine needles and flora, all mixed into one. She'd much preferred to be going out to hunt, which had become a luxury she could no longer afford, as it was so rare they were granted the ability to leave the depths of what they referred to as "home". Now wasn't the time though. She knew what she had to do, and that wasn't roaming amongst the trees and shooting whatever was so unlucky to be in her line of sight. She followed Atlanta in silence, just as annoyed as all the Severins which surrounded the group were. She disguised her vexation well though, knowing full well one crack could be their demise. Commenting on the parade in a loud, booming voice for the sake of truly maintaining the facade. Those from Fivana were not quiet people, as much as she wished they were. The conversation carried on until they made it to the train station, where they all stood and waited as Atlanta got their tickets "home". It didn't take long, especially considering the vendor very clearly just wanted to be done with Atlanta. Taking her ticket, she followed Atlanta's gestures and stepped onto the train, seating herself down in an empty seat that ended the row. Albeit she had expected as much when Gavotte sat next to her in the open seat. She had preferred him over anyone else.

Off the train and in the bright and colorful station, they were now not-so-subtly being introduced to who they were going after, consisting of four unfortunate men. Those passing by believed the group was simply embracing their obnoxious and crazy culture, paying them little to no mind at all. When Gavotte commented on the more reticent area, Jen nodded in agreement. Ignoring his poor attempt at arrogance. At least she wouldn't have to dance, but a drink hadn't sounded bad.