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Getting onto the island was the easy part. Now came the calm before the storm, now came the hard part. 

Stormy had gone off and changed into all black, covering his head with a hood and black bandana. Historically, this type of thing was how people covered their tracks, (because of course a history professor would think that way, the fucking nerd.) and go home alive. He stepped up with Drake and the Aggro squad. [color=00ff98]"Keep near me, and I'll keep all of you covered,"[/color] he said, cracking his knuckles with the kind of stoic fury that mountains stood tall against time itself with. Green sparks of Lux sizzled down his hands and caught the wind, filling the air with a sound similar to sheet metal bending on a roof. These rich bastards would break against his shields, or he'd break them, whatever it took to bring everyone home alive. Stormy had been silently dreading this fight, but he dreaded [i]every[/i] fight. There was always a threat of death, or someone going missing, and he was an Adept of the Spider. That sort of thing defined him.

[color=00ff98]"It's most of us against a bunch of aristocrats, and the plan is good. We've got this, so trust yourselves, okay?!"[/color] He said this to everyone. Stormy wanted them all in good spirits, as good as they could get, because a good start was everything in life. [color=00ff98]"Everyone here has seen worse than this! [i]Good luck!"[/i][/color]

[color=00ff98]"Now would be a [i]damn[/i] good opportunity for Shock and Awe, Aryin- Speak now or hold your piece. I can get you in deeper for an ambush."[/color] 

Amara was armored up in a way that felt all too familiar. Black riot gear, a black riot helmet, combat boots, gloves, the whole nine yards. She went back in time today, gripping a well-adorned Beneli M4 chambered with the Temple's renown Wall Shot; More pellets than mundane engineering could possible pack into a twelve gauge round. Across her armor, she had whole rows of the shells lined up in speedloaders, along with maybe a dozen magazines full of forty-five caliber ammunition of equal quality and source. Her phantoms fell in around her, and unlike the usual ghostly appearance, they were also armed to the fucking teeth. Amara had gotten in good with the Temple, promising goodwill and favors in return for them going the extra mile to arm her gravebound warriors. It wouldn't do good to disguise themselves if her ghosts gave away who she was, after all. So each one was damn near identical to Amara herself, armed with a shotgun and ammo.

[color=789caa]"You heard the woman!"[/color] Amara shouted, as her phantoms stood by their appropriate groups. Two went to the Artifact team, and every other team got one. [color=789caa]"We'll be in touch as much as possible- Even if you don't radio, my phantoms [i]will[/i] give me a constant play-by of what's going on for you! If you need backup, everyone will know!"[/color] 

The old carpenter of the 317 pulled his antelope mask down over his face, and the world became grey through his eyes. [color=5b692f]"I'm faster than most of you with this mask on,"[/color] he announced in his gravelly tone. [color=5b692f]"I'm your sniper, and in-a-pinch medic."[/color] He pointed to a spear of gnarled, white birch slung over his back. [color=5b692f]"This heals someone I stick with it, if we can't heal any other way. I'll probably be the first to get somewhere else quick if another healer can't, so don't forget!"[/color] 

He held a long and stout bow of wood in hand, and between that, the Briar Spear and his scepter of ash both on his back, Rohan looked like he was ready to [i]kill.[/i]

And lastly, Jack became the picture of Death. He had abandoned the usual dark academic look, forgoing his woolen coat for a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/12/ac/c5/12acc5bbc9c978435c43e5aa7cd6a8a3.jpg]black cloak[/url] that hid his face. Shadows curled at his feet like smoke from a fire, ever the ominous and [i]pointlessly[/i] dramatic man he was. He stood with the group intend on dealing with the Veil. [color=6644ff]"As I mentioned earlier, when we find the Eustis Veil, I'll banish it to Void at the earliest chance!"[/color] The Shadowzone could, hopefully, fit that stone in the living room now that most of it was empty. It definitely couldn't fit anywhere in the Eleventh Path without some dimensional string-pulling that would take too long for their current schedule. [color=6644ff]"If we need to retreat, remember that I can teleport us out! I have faith in all of you, and I will see you all back at the Eleventh Path when we are through!"[/color]

He hoped those words of encouragement would help whatever doubts they had. He was a confident, egotistical man to his core, and Jack felt that now was the perfect time for everyone to have an ego.

If all went well, everyone would meet back up in the pocket dimension, and they'd all get drunk over a victory.