BogeyDope

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The Stranded Thots

Mr. Smith

Mr. Smith

"Variety is the spice of life, while adventure are the sweets. I need these sweets, man. Gimme that good shit."

"Candyman" by Zedd & Aloe Blacc & Grey

| Full Name |
John Smith

| Alias |
Mr. Smith, Sir Smith

| Age |
Unknown

| Species |
Human Vampire (Magi Variant)

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual

| In-Depth Appearance |
5'11" - 190 lbs.

Mr. Smith is a rather handsome (but pale) looking man, and while he may appear old, he still has that look of immortal and almost divine handsomeness that would make even other men blush. Gray hair all over, he has the trademark irises of fire vampires possess, and while it may make him look evil (especially with those fangs of his), his demeanor often dispels that quickly. His irises' firey glow corresponds with how much mana he has within him, or how much energy he has in general, and can fade to normal red if he runs low. While most of the time Mr. Smith wears a gray suit and tie, when he is out in the sun, he either wears a wide brimmed hat or carries a large black parasol to protect against the sun. While he does mainly wear his gray suit+tie combo, he often wears some armor or padding underneath to protect against any fatal encounters with wood to his heart. He often uses it to conceal a small pocket dimension in which he uses to retrieve weapons, candy and other random shit.

| Abilities |
Vampire Abilities
Bat Transformation
Super Strength (Can Lift a Pickup and Flip a Semi)
Night Vision
Mind Control (Requires focus and concentration)
Nigh-Invulnerability (only a wooden weapon through the heart or decapitation can kill him)
Regeneration (comes with nigh-invulnerability, all non-lethal injuries heal during rest)
Magic Resistance (Magi Vampire ability)
Magical Attunement (Magi Vampire ability)

Magical Abilities
Pocket Dimension (in anything he wears, he has a small portal that leads to a small dimension from which he can draw any number of objects he put inside)
Light Telekinesis (uses this to summon objects or stop approaching threats)
Limited Teleportation (disappears in a puff of smoke and reappears at a location he marked beforehand)

| Limitations |
Salt and Garlic can mess with his senses, and the sun can non-lethally light him on fire and cause him lots of pain. Silver and holy symbols also non-lethally burn him, and can cause some serious damage. Decapitations and wood to the heart are the only ways to do him in, though he often protects the first weakness with appropriate vests. Everything else can deal non-lethal damage to him, and while it doesn't kill him, per se, but it can stun him. He cannot be heard or seen in mirrors or any recording equipment, so he cannot speak to anyone through the radio, but rather text people through the phone or use morse code over the radio. As a vampire, he can feed off of the blood and mana from other beings. While he prefers to feed from humans for both, he can devour flesh and blood from other animals, or consume stored blood of any kind and still get sustenance.

| Equipment |
Mr. Smith has an entire hammerspace dedicated to what he might need on the job. He often wears a stab-resistant vest to protect himself from fatal encounters, though underneath his suit he can summon an invisible portal that leads to a hammerspace that contains a variety of objects he's stored there for a number of years. They include but are not limited to:
Custom Nighthawk 1911 with a Suppressor (.45 ACP)
Colt Python (.357 Magnum)
A variety of potion syringes
A few spellbooks
Rope, pitons, flashlights, flares, the like
A fuckton of .45 ACP and .357 Magnum ammo
A fuckton of candy
Several different types of explosives
1 working Morse Radio
59 broken Smartphones
36 broken morse radios
Lots of intel, binders, folders and dossiers
A massive briefcase filled with D&D stuff
Enemies he's captured
And much... much more.

| Personality |
Mr. Smith is a quirky man with a huge sweet tooth, or sweet fangs, so to say. With an unnatural obsession for sweets, and thanks to his vampirism, he could eat as much as he'd like and suffer no ill repurcussions from it. While a very caring man who leans on the good end of the spectrum, he's a man who gets the job done... though in rather strange ways. Not much is known about him, and while he exudes an air of mystery, whether or not its intentional is anyone's guess. Charismatic as hell, he prefers to talk his way out of situations rather than dive head-first into them.

| Place Of Origin |
He claims to have been from Texas but no one believes him (rumor has it that he's actually from Mexico... pre Mexican-American war Mexico)

| Family |
Long dead

| History |
Not much is known about him at all, though he claims to have been in the Alamo (fighting for the Mexicans, though many believe he's joking), and that he's been recorded as someone who fought in WW2 as an American soldier, and later on working in the OSS for the allies. He joined the CIA in the Cold War, and remained there until he was discovered embezzling from the CIA's black funds for years, using said funds to buy himself ungodly amounts of candy. Having taken Liana under his wing (on the grounds that she's a fellow vampire, a competent fighter and that she just got fired for refusing to kill innocents), he decided to go live a life of adventure, and go search for his true love, the Bitterbane.

| Extra |
He's a vampire with a heart, but it's probably because of all of the candy he's consumed in his long life.

_{Face Claim: TR Pescod}

Liana Washington

Liana Washington

"You don't need a pulse to have a good heart. Though if you have a heart of evil, I'll make sure you don't have a pulse."

"Dangerous Woman" by Ariana Grande (Honeymoon Remix)

| Full Name |
Liana Renee Washington

| Callsign |
Valkyrie

| Age |
26

| Species |
Human Vampire (Ash Variant)

| Gender |
Female

| Sexuality |
Bisexual (Female-leaning)

| In-Depth Appearance |
5'7" - 172 lbs.

Liana, while not pale, is a desaturated woman with irises of fire. Like Mr. Smith, her firey eyes cease to glow when there's no mana or any other energy left within her. What makes her stand out is her skeleton hand often referred to as a "skelehand" (which is essentially a magical prosthetic skeleton arm made from her own bones). While said skelehand is sensitive to pressure, it feels no pain, and is quite tough when it comes to throwing punches. As for what she wears, Liana mostly wears black combat trousers, a gray T-shirt, and a black tactical vest carrying lightweight bullet/stab/magic resistant plates that help protect her from most attacks. She wears black combat boots as well, and also wears a black glove on her fleshy right hand in order to protect it (she's only got one after all!).

| Abilities |
Smoke Transformation
Super Strength (Can Lift a Pickup and Flip a Semi)
Super Speed (Not dedicated, but can run twice as fast as normal human)
Spider-Climbing
Night Vision
Mind Control (Requires focus and concentration)
Clinically Immortal (is immune to diseases, and is immortal through age)
Super Regeneration (can regenerate any wound from mana reserves)
Ash Resurrection (can be 'killed' through sufficient mana depletion or head wounds, and turns into ash for a short period of time before coming back to life)
Retractable Claws
Echolocation
"Game Face" (she bares her teeth and roars, making her a bit like a monster)

| Limitations |
Salt and garlic, while not lethal, can mess with her senses and give her a headache. Silver burns her, and can slow regeneration. The sun makes her feel a little uncomfortable, but thanks to her melanin levels and her Ash Vampirism, it doesn't cause problems. She's the type of vampire who isn't apt with any extra magical abilities (and thus cannot detect any kind of magic), and is just as susceptible to non-mental magical attacks as anyone else. Holy symbols can defeat her if used properly, and in order to permanently kill her, she must take wood to the heart (which is nearly impossible thanks to her frequent use of the stab-proof vest). She cannot be heard or seen in mirrors/recording equipment, and has to resort to texting/morse code. While she can consume on artificial blood, animal blood and packed/frozen blood, she prefers the blood of humans, particularly women of the consenting variety. She can also eat raw human and animal flesh as well, and while she finds it tasty, the blood that comes with it is what she survives on.

| Equipment |
Liana can carry whatever is necessary for the job, wearing magical plates on her tactical vest that protects her against common attacks, but most of the time, she carries:
HK G3 Rifle (7.62mm NATO)
Custom Glock 21 Suppressed (.45 ACP)
.45 ACP and 7.62mm NATO Ammo
Flashbang Grenades
Smoke Grenades
Tactical Flashlight
Morse Radio
Brass Knuckles
Kurki Machete

| Personality |
Liana's a rather casual person, and thanks to her newfound vampire abilities, she can afford to be. While she's casual in regards to herself, she still values the lives of others, and takes them and her particular line of work very seriously. Liana hasn't been around too many people, so she might act casual in the face of authorities as well. She might be quite cold (emotionally and literally) when on the job against enemies, any friend she does make she's absolutely loyal to, especially Mr. Smith. While she loves a good fight as anyone else, she's not the type to kill unnecessarily. She targets her marks and her marks only, and tries to minimize damage to others as much as possible. Due to her vampire tendencies, she tries to keep her feeding to a minimum, or at least feed on consensual individuals/her marks. She will also go out of her way to help others, and has proven time and time again that while she has no room for enemies in her cold still heart, it's because that room is reserved for those she cares about.

| Place Of Origin |
Was born and raised in New York City, New York.

| Family |
Had a mother and a brother who both perished from gang violence.

| History |
Born and raised in New York City, Liana grew up in a rough environment that really screwed up with her mind, as well as her sense of morality. When she was young, she lost her mother and brother to gang violence, as well as many friends she knew and loved as well. In turn, she was desensitized to violence, and enjoyed the idea of killing the bad men and women behind the murder of her loved ones. She grew up to become a killer, though while she retained the memories of the pain she went through when losing her family and friends to gang violence (and the fact that the NYPD were incredibly helpful), she never inflicted such pain upon the innocent or the good, and even helps them if she can (though she might go too far, like murdering an abusive spouse in one instance). Since she was 16, she was a a hitwoman for hire. She went under a strict training regimen, having learned from books and other assassins (that she later killed when she found out that they targeted innocents too). At one point, she was hired by a criminal gang to kill an NYPD police chief and his entire family, to which she responded by eliminating every single armed member of the group, and torturing their boss to death. On one of her jobs, on a hit to take out a cultist, she was captured and drugged, and was unwillingly turned into a vampire by the whole cult through a dark ritual. Not only did it make her a vampire with a variety of powers, but also an even more powerful assassin than she already was (though in the process of the ritual, she lost her left hand and forearm, leaving only a skeleton hand of sorts). Needless to say, none of the cultists survived the ordeal. However, later in her life, she was discovered by the CIA, and worked under the command of Mr. Smith as an assassin who did odd jobs for the agency. However, her refusal to fire upon innocent civilians got her fired from the CIA after doing a stint with them for a year, and after Mr. Smith was discovered embezzling from CIA black funds, she ended up becoming his personal bodyguard for some time, going wherever he went, including this adventure.

| Extra |
While she is a vampire, she's far from an evil person. Though I'm sure y'all know that. <3

_{Face Claim: Yvonne Houston}

The Milky Way Crew

Skipper

Captain Farid "Skipper" Hassan
Male, Human, 56 - Ship Captain
Skipper is a man that Mr. Smith met on one of his missions, Mr. Smith having saved Skipper's life by rescuing him from a terrorist cult holding him prisoner in Egypt. Skipper lived his life as a normal fisherman, earning money for his wife and kids for a while before they earned enough to move to the United States. However, while he was a captain of a tugboat in Lake Erie, he was soon contracted by Mr. Smith to operate the Milky Way, a landing vessel/cargo boat that Mr. Smith purchased then. While Skipper wouldn't normally take job offers like that, he owed Mr. Smith a great deal and decided to take on the job (not to mention that the pay was actually pretty good). For at least a year, Skipper has been taking the Milky Way all around the world, seeing new things with his old friend of Mr. Smith, and his new friend of Liana. A rather friendly individual who's the type to sit down and have any conversation with a man, he's one of the few non-combatants that remains of the Milky Way crew. He's normally unarmed.
_{FC: Fares Fares}

Ranger

Constance "Ranger" McDowell
Female, Human, 30 - Communications
Ranger is an Ex-Soldier who was often the Designated Marksman as part of her Army platoon. Like Skipper, she's a normal human without any powers, just a decent amount of shooting skill. Mr. Smith met her in one of his many missions in Iraq when doing joint operations with the Army, and after Ranger was honorably discharged having served a few years in Iraq, she immediately found work as an armed crew member of the Milky Way, serving the role of a communications officer. Thanks to Liana and Mr. Smith not being able to speak through any recording equipment, she's often tasked with assisting them on the communications front. She's one of the more serious people of the group, thanks to her Army background and her being a war veteran. However, she still has quite a bit of humanity in her heart, and is willing to go a little soft for just about anything. She carries the usual amount of tactical gear with a few more antennaes and wires than usual, wearing similar clothes and gear to that of Liana, and carries around a HK53 rifle (5.56mm NATO) with her, carrying a Glock 21 (.45 ACP) as a sidearm.
_{FC: Murray Gray}

Cleric

Clyde "Cleric" Campbell
Male, Human, 21 - Healing Mage
Cleric is a young man who's in over his head, to say the least. Having come from Los Angeles, he grew up under a powerful family of mages who wanted him to be a pyromancer. However, when he wanted to do healing instead, he was disowned by his family. He became a decent healing mage and was just about to finish nursing school, though he was kicked out of school for theft, plagiarism and cheating. While his healing abilities made him good hiring material, him being a dropout for the reasons listed above made him very difficult to hire. He was soon found by Mr. Smith, who brought him along for his adventures to heal up anyone who needed it. While he's a nice and optimistic dude, he's often hiding quirks of his own, and reeks of a much darker mystery hidden beneath that bright smile of his. He carries a knife and a Walther PPK (.380 ACP) with him, but only for self defense. He also carries a wand to help him attune healing magic and misc spells as well, and while he doesn't need it to cast spells, he only uses it to make is casting more accurate.
_{FC: Matt Lanter}

Dragonborn

Amelia "Dragonborn" Wright
Female, Human, 29 - Fighter Pilot
A native of New Zealand, Amelia was a fighter pilot with the A-4 Skyhawk when she became of age. However, after getting decent amount of hours with the Skyhawk, the New Zealand military cut their defense budget, and she had to be discharged from the New Zealand Air Force as part of said defense cuts. She was eventually hired by Mr. Smith to be his personal private jet pilot, and once it came time for adventure, Mr. Smith purchased one of the aging New Zealand fighters, upgraded it with modern avionics, armed it with proper surveillance equipment, and put Amelia back in its cockpit. Amelia was overjoyed, and she became an experienced mercenary pilot in notime, often times escorting Mr. Smith's private jets, as well as scouting out any location before Mr. Smith enters it. Flying her A-4 Skyhawk, her main job is to make sure that she keeps an eye on everyone and everything, and to make sure that nothing too big gets in the way of the adventuring party.
_{FC: Unnamed Brazilian Pilot}

Corsairs

Freelance Corsairs
Male and Female, Humans - Armed Infantry
These are mercenaries that Mr. Smith hired making a stop to Cuba. While they are fluent in the English Language, most of them are ex-Cuban soldiers who left or were discharged for various reasons. A diverse lot, most of them are equipped for the job of protecting the main adventuring party from threats, but that's it. While many are somewhat friendly, there are a few bad apples amongst them that prefer not to speak with 'Americans'. None of them are magic users to any degree, though it is within their contract to allow Mr. Smith or anyone else to 'borrow' their mana or their blood if required (but not to a harmful degree). Most of them are in it for the treasure, as well as the massive paycheck to 'anyone who survives.' They are brave and smart, but to a degree. Most of them are armed with HK33 rifles (5.56mm NATO), with Walther P1s (9mm Parabellum) as their sidearms. They may carry an odd RPG-7 or a Mossberg 500 Tactical (12 Guage). Most of them are equipped with standard military equipment that could help in the excursion.
_{FC: FARC Soldier and an unknown Spec Ops soldier}

Edit History

Edit 00: Created characters with this Edit History already coming installed in this package.
Edit 01: Added height and weight information for both Mr. Smith and Liana, and added face claim information for the Milky Way NPCs.
Edit 02: Fixed the "Fire Eyes" of both Mr. Smith and Liana.
Edit 03: Just realized that cell phones require cell towers in order to work, so I simply replaced the equipment of both characters with Keyed Radios to text through morse code.
Edit 04: Gave Liana a Kukri instead of a Gladius due to its practicality.
Edit 05: Overhauled Liana's and Ranger's weapons.
Edit 06: Rebalanced Liana's abilities.
Edit 07: Fixed Ranger's role and added equipment.
Edit 08: Added the Corsairs to the character list.
Edit 09: Reworked everyone's weapons.
Edit 10: Added Dragonborn to the character list.

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The Unordinary Monster Hunter Group

a.k.a.

Stranded Thots

Magic has existed in this world as another form of energy since the dawn of time. In spite of a nail, time has progressed with and without it, with magic either making lives better for humans, or worse. Magical energy, collectively known as mana, has powered magic of all kinds all throughout the world, whether it would be through alchemy, sorcery, conjuration, superpowers, curses, wizardry and witchcraft. With its ability to transfer into different forms of energy and matter, it was only a matter of time before they became somewhat of a staple in some societies. While mana is an energy found in all things, living and non-living, it exists in different forms and comes in different ways. While all men and women were born with mana within, only few can attune it from birth and become sorcerers, mages or superhumans. Some mana comes in the form of 'curses', where mana can forever mutate a being in a variety of ways (such as that of vampires, werewolves and faeries). While anyone can become a wizard or witch, it takes years of practice and study to attune oneself to use the mana within, and the mana without. As a result, while magic is a part of everyday life, only very few are directly affected by it, and only few can control it. As such, most magic users are among the elite in goverment, business, and in militaries. This world, with all of the modern amenities that we have here in the land of the present, is what some know as Mana Earth.

However, while most of Earth are what people consider 'low magic', there are many places on the planet where a very high concentration of magical energy condensate. They create these zones called Nexus Points, where entire areas of land, sea or air are affected by the high concentration of mana, and end up creating strange and rather unique landmasses, as well as that of unique creatures as well. In many Nexus Points, entire civilizations once existed, or still do. These places have been fabled to house untold amounts of treasures, with valuable gems, artifacts and even mana power sources. However, many dare not go to such places, and many world governments officially forbid travel to Nexus Points, as often times these places are home to dangerous conditions, creatures and even civilizations that make it difficult for even the most advanced military tech to remain inside for a sustained period of time. Even then, with such high concentrations of mana, it has a chance of mutating a person over time, for better or for worse. As such, only small groups of insertion teams for just about any faction ever dare enter such places in search for riches, and while many make it out alive, there are many others who wouldn't make it out at all. While Nexus Points are safely photographed by that of satellites and high-flying aircraft, they still remain a rather mysterious entity for those in the ground, with pictures and video from surviving adventurers telling the tale of such places. Many theorize that the high concentration of mana are what led to the strange conditions in these places, while many argue that the high concentration of mana creates dimensional portals and rifts that allow alien lifeforms from other dimensions to enter. While both have been proven, there's not enough data yet to reach a solid conclusion.

While many tales exist of adventures into the great unknown, this one tells a tale with a rather unordinary group of adventurers who set out to reach the Albright Island Nexus Point, one located in the Atlantic Ocean, close to Europe and Africa. This group, led by none other by a man who goes by the moniker of Mr. Smith, has heard a variety of legends and tales from past explorers of the Bitterbane, a powerful sword with the ability to murder (or feed) targets with the power of sweets. Using money that totally wasn't embezzled from any CIA black funds, Mr. Smith and his new and old comrades set off to sail in the Milky Way, a landing vessel with several vehicles, and plenty of cargo space, as well as full living furnishings within. With Albright Island in mind, satellite data and Google Maps reveals a large mystical island home to many nearly impossible biomes and a variety of structures, turning one large boring island into a huge island of adventure! But will Mr. Smith and his comrades find the Bitterbane and vanquish those nasty veggies and hipster food for good? Or will this RP die before the characters set foot on the island? Find out now in The Unordinary Monster Hunter Group!

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OOC

We all know what we're here for, some good ol' fashioned adventure! Unfortunately, this RP is a closed RP only reserved for a few of my friends. However, I will open the RP to new players just in case if we ever fall short of a few. While this RP is listed as "Free RP", there are some standards here in regards to how we do things. Just in case if there are any new players, most of us are of the high-casual variety, so at least do something of substance here. But for the OG playas, you guys know what to do. ;)

There are only a few rules in regards to this RP.

0. What I say goes but I'm totally open to any and all suggestions. We did build this together after all.
1. Please be nice. <3 (Though this one should be a cakewalk to follow)
2. Communicate as much as possible, so we won't trip over each other. ^_^
3. Uhm... never talk about Stranded Thots? IDK.
4. For any noobs here, standard rules apply. No drama, be nice, play nice, no godmodding, come to me for questions, etc.
5. These rules will be updated with "official" rules if by off chance people do come over so... uh... yeah. Have fun! <3

Here is the Character Sheet format. While the post format is fluid here, the CS template will remain relatively the same so it would be much easier to review. I borrowed this from a 2 yo RP I used to GM (rest in peace Powerbound: Leftovers from the Metahuman Cold War Fridge), so hopefully it will find some use here as well. The ???'s are for the color hex code, and can easily be replaced in Notepad through the Replace function. :)

Character Template

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[h1][color=???]Character's Name[/color][/h1]
[IMG]Insert URL of face[/IMG]
[b]"Character Quote/Catchphrase."[/b]
-[b][i]Author, if character has no catchphrase[/i][/b]

[url=]Theme Song, if applicable. Put YouTube URL in front of the =.[/url]

| [color=???][b]Full Name[/b][/color] |
First Middle Last

| [color=???][b]Nickname/Alias/Callsign[/b][/color] |
What do people normally call them? Feel free to delete this section if they have none.

| [color=???][b]Age[/b][/color] |
Age?

| [color=???][b]Species[/b][/color] |
What particular species is this character?

| [color=???][b]Gender[/b][/color] |
What is the gender of your character? Nonbinaries are allowed.

| [color=???][b]Sexuality[/b][/color] |
Are they heterosexual, homosexual or bi? If they are of a sexuality that isn't these three, please explain what it is so we don't have to look it up. XD

| [color=???][b]In-Depth Appearance[/b][/color] |
Feel free to describe here what isn't shown in the pictures.

Also feel free to add another paragraph of what your character normally wears. Links to pictures for clothing are welcome. When linking, put the url within the BBCode like [url=example.com]here[/url] so it won't look too clunky.

| [color=???][b]Abilities[/b][/color] |
What kind of abilities does your character have? Any type of special spells, or any type of superpowers?

| [color=???][b]Limitations[/b][/color] |
What makes these abilities more reasonable? What stops your character?

| [color=???][b]Equipment[/b][/color] |
What are your character's items and equipment? What do they carry on them? (Items, weapons, clothes, equipment, etc.)

| [color=???][b]Personality[/b][/color] |
Explain what your character is like personality wise. Quirks? Hobbies? Fears? Likes? Dislikes? Give it all here! Feel free to write down "TBD" here if you don't exactly know yet. I know the feel of that.

| [color=???][b]Place Of Origin[/b][/color] |
Where was your character born? Where did they live before they signed up for this mission?

| [color=???][b]Family[/b][/color] |
List their mother, father, siblings, if they have any. Feel free to add other relatives too. Did they have any abilities as well?

| [color=???][b]History[/b][/color] |
Tell as much as you need to tell here, no pressure. Feel free to add as the RP goes along.

| [color=???][b]Extra[/b][/color] |
Is there anything else you wanna put down?

[sub]Face Claim: Insert Person or Whatever You Used for Picture Here[/sub]
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[b]Edit 00:[/b] This is the Edit History, where one can keep track of what edits they make to their character over time. A nice little benefit to give the writer, readers and a GM a guideline of where and how things changed in the CS over time.
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I think I covered everything. If I didn't, feel free to let me know!

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RP Notes

These are just the notes I keep around for the universe, as well as other things such as the biomes, areas explored, and RP notes. It helps me keep track of who's done what, where what is at, and what things do and what the rules are. Because lord knows I can't keep anything in my head, or rely on Discord to keep all of my notes together! Hopefully you guys will find this useful somewhat. I made this as a Zeroth Post so people can easily refer to it, and so it can be edited by the others as well.

The Milky Way and her Crew

Albright Island Nexus Point

Current RP Notes

This RP is an open forum! Feel free to suggest anything to me, either through here in the OOC, through the Discord server, and through the PMs! Thank you, and have fun!

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- first time in forever Gming so I'm all like WTF -

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Carmen, Hakeem and Liana

Interactions

Grace, Celestia, Shela, "Flowey" @The One, Max @PharaohAtem, Sigmund @Oooie, Leval @EurmalEye

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Grand Hall

Both Carmen and Hakeem smiled to Sig. "Yeah, she's one of the good ones out there." Hakeem commented before Max approached them. The three agents were trying to get Max to back off, Carmen nearly threatening to use force before Grace spoke into their minds, using their real names! Liana (who's real name was Andrea) nearly flipped out, but she got her nerves together and was able to calm down, considering that Grace didn't seem to be hostile... yet. However, both Carmen and Hakeem were beyond scared.

Once Sigmund put his hand on her shoulder, Liana turned to him. "Excuse us for just a moment..." Liana said softly to Sig and Celestia before promptly taking her two scared comrades to a more secluded area.

Immediately, Liana took Carmen and Hakeem into a more secluded area in the Grand Hall (an alcove or second hall) where her comrades can panic alone, without the prying eyes of anyone else. Liana checked to make sure no one was around before speaking to them privately once Grace's mind dump was over, making sure no one was within earshot.

"Hey guys, calm down. I was going to inform you of all of this-"

"What are you fucking nuts!?" Carmen whispered, anger and fear in her voice. "Someone just spoke into our minds and already knows about who we are and what we're trying to do! She used our real names for christ's sake!" Carmen hyperventilated before turning to Hakeem. "You're right homie, we never should've come here..."

Hakeem was stunned, and shocked. He blankly stared ahead. "We're so fucking dead." Hakeem said, leaning against the wall before sliding down onto the ground into a sitting position.

"Guys, listen! We-" Liana was interrupted, seeing how she got a text from Eagle Eye, with the attached picture of the Masked Man that Grace described.

F͏̸̶͜Ĺ̶͜͟À̢͞͞S̵͟͞͞H̷̛͞ ͝͞͏A͠͡D̶͜V̵̨́͠I͝͠҉S̡͘͝O̴̧̕R̸̷̶͠Ỳ͡͡:̶̢̀͟ ̷̴͘͞T͏̶à͠r̸̕͢g̸̵̡͘e̴̢͠͝t̵͜s̵̢̡̛̀ ̵́͘͠u̵̡̡p̷̢͞d͝͡͝a̸̡̧͘t̸́͘͡e̵͘d̶̷͟҉̕.̴̸̀͜͝ ̴̸͜҉͠U̷̴͡͡n̢̕k͜n̛͘o҉̨w̶͟͞ņ ̴҉m̶̨͡a̧̨͘s̸͘͢k̴̵̀͡è͘͞d̴҉̴̧͜ ̵͏͟͠f͏̴̸͜i̶̸͢͟͞g̷̕ų̛͠r̴̨é̶̸͞ ̧̢͟t̀h͟͟͠͝a̶̶͟t̨̡͟͢ ̛̀͟͞m̷̴̛a̶̕͡͠t̀̀̕͡c̨͟͞h̵͘̕͜͡ę̨̛͟s̶̷͡ ̷̸̴a̵҉̴t͢͡t̴͘͜͜à̶̕͘c̢̡͝ḩ̛e̡d̛͜͞ ҉̡̡͢͜d̸̀҉̸e̵̴ś҉c͏̧́r̶͏̕i̛͟p̀͜͡͡t́̕i̴̢̢͢͡o̸͡ń̸͘͢͜.̶͠ ̴̨͞͠U̸̵͢p̵̷̨͜͞d̷̕͢a͡͏t̀͏͟͜è́̕͜d̸̨͟ ̨̛͞t͢͠á̢͠r҉̵̴ģ͟҉҉͝ę̕͡t̷̡̛ ́͏́c͠͝͠a̴̵̧͘͝l͢͟l̢͘͝s͟҉̀͡i̷g̨͘͠ǹ̸̡̧̧ ̨̢́҉N͢o̶̴m̷̧̧à̡d̸͝.̵͝ ̀͢͜͢B̶̀ù̢̕͡z̵̧̀z̢̢e͏͡d̶͟ ̨͟͝O̶͝҉͘p̶̸̨e̶̕͟͠r̵͞a͞҉҉͘t҉͢͠ì̷̵͡ǫ̴̕̕͞n͘͢͟͟ ̶̛͢͠T̢͏ò̴̧r̵c̸h̴̛͜s̵̨̢͘͡n̕͞͞҉ú̧f̵̧͝f̸̷̢ ̷̀͘͝a̵̶̸̧͟n̨͢͟͝d̨͠ ҉҉̡Ṕ̴̶͢e̷̢͜a̶̵̢c҉̸̢e͘͘ ҉͏̧̕S҉҉͠ę̷̶n̢̛̕͝t̸̨i͘͏̕͠͡n͢e͝͝ļ̷͡.̷͘͢͡͠ ̵̀͢͜À̶͟ļ̢͘͠l̷̴͝i͘͟é̸d̸̵̨͡ ̵̴̡͘͠w̷̢̛̕į̛́͠t̡̀͝͞͝ḩ̵̵̶͘ ̴̴͜͝Ţ̢̀͡͏o̶͟͢͝r̶͢͠c҉͟͞҉h͢͝.̧ ̸͝T͘͜͏o͝r͜͞͏̸c̕͡͡h̸̢̛ ̸͜á̕n̸͝d̴͏̴̕ ̸̕͜͞N͏̸̵̛o̷̢̧m̕҉á̷͢͡d̵̶̛ ̵́͘h̸҉͘á͢͡v̧̛͠͞e̷̢̕͞ ̡͡͏v̕͡͞o͏̶̷̡̕ć̷̴a̴̶͘̕͝l̛͟l̶̸̢̀̕y͠҉ ̡͠e͏̸̡x̡̕͘͡͠ṕ͜҉͟r̸͜͡͏͝e̢͘͜͡s̶̵͡҉ş̨́è͟͠d̴̛ ̸̢͡͏a̷̛g̷̨͡͏g͏̴̧̕r͟͡͠e̶̴̵͜͜s̶̶͢͝s͏̷̀i҉͢òn̶̴͝͞ ̧͠͞t̷̷͜͠ơ̸w̸̡a̶͜͏̨͞r̕͜͟͢͏d̷̴̡̛͡s̢̧̨͘͡ ̶̀͜͏̷t̴̡̢h̨͠e̸̢ ҉͞҉̴Ą̵͡͝͡ç̕͞a̧̨̛͘͟d̵̡͜ę͝m̶̛̀͞y҉̧ ̷̧à̴̧́͝n̶̨d̕̕͠ ̶̡̛͜͞P̕͠e̶̴̢͟҉á̸̴̵̴c̵̷͘̕͢é̵ ̸̨̧̀͠S̡̨͡͞e͝͝ǹ͡ţ̶̛i̴͘͝҉̨n̷̴̛e͜҉l̵̡҉͡.̨̨̛͜͠ ̷͝Á̴́͘p̛͜͝p̵͜͝r̷̸͟͢e҉h̵̶͟e̛͜ņ̶̶́͏d̸̸́͢ ͝͏͟͠͡á̶̷͟͠n̷̕҉͢d̶̛ ̸̡̢͟q̶́̀͢u̴̧e̵͠͠ş̵̴́͡t̷̢̧ì̡͡͠o̶̴n͜͏̛ ̴̢̀̀į̷̶̴f͢͠͝ ̷̷̡͜p̀͠o͜͢͝s̶͘͜͠s̸͢͟͠i͟͠b̸̸̢ĺ̀͜e̕͘͘͜͞,̸̨̛̀͡ ̵̨̢͠͡s͘͡͠h̛͘ǫ̸̶o̸̡̢͝t̨̡̀ ͏̶̢́t͟͡o͟ ̨̢͢͟͝k̸͜͜i̷̧l̢̧͝l̴͟͏̷ ͏̢i̧͟͠f̴̶̷͝ ̡̨͜n̡̧͘͘͡ę̵͜͠c̕̕͜e̡̕͏ş̴͠͝s͢͞͡͝a͏̵͘r̀͝͠ý̡͞͝.̨̧̨͞͡ ̵͟͟P̵̨͘r̢҉̕҉ì͘̕҉m̛̛͟͝ą̷̛͟͠r͢͟y̴͜ ̢̛́̀̕t̴̛a̴͘͘̕ŕ̡͟͟g̕͟e̡͜͝t̶҉̀͠ ͜͝͝r̵̨̢ę̵҉͏̸m̨̨̛͢͢á̧́͟҉i̢͟n͟͡ş̧̨̧́ ̸̢͞͏͞ù̸͝n̢̛c͞h͜͏̴a̡̕͜ǹ͏́̀͞g̸͞͞e̛͝͠͠d̵̀͟.̵̛̕͜͞ ̸̡̀͟͠B̷̢͞͞͝e̸͟ ̴̛̕͏á̴̷̕͜d̴̕͝v̧͠͝i҉̵̨͘͡s̡̧̛͏͝ę҉͟d́͢͡͝,҉̵͢ ҉̷̢́͟N͏̨o̴͠͞m͟͝a̧҉̕͘͜d̴̵ ̴̛͘͝͏h̸̸ą̶͘͟s̵̀ ̨́t̨̛͜͞͠é̕͡l̴e̵̢̡p̨͠ơ̢͟͝͠r͟t̨̛͏͘à̡͏t̨̀͢ì̵ǫ̵n͡͠͞ ̢̛̀͠a͏̧͏b̵̷͟͝i̶̛͟͡l̴̡̡̀i̷̡͝͝t̵̛͡͠i̢̡e̢͟s̵̵,̸̛ ̷̡̧̧̕a҉̕̕҉ņ̶̨҉d̴̡͏̸͏ ̶͘͟i͜͢͠s̷̶̛ ͢͞p͠͝ò̴ś̛̛s̸̶͡͠i҉̛͏b̵̢́͡͡l̷̀̀͏̀y̷̧̨͟͞ ̴́h̢͝i̵̸d̵͟i͞͠͠n͘͘҉g̷̢ ̸̡͢w̷̷͏̢ì̀t̶͏͝h̨̀i̧͜͞n҉̴̕ ͠͠t҉̨͡h̵̀e̛͡ ̸̶A̢͘͞O͢͢ ҉̢w̵̧͞í̴ţ̧́h̸̵́̕ ̶̧͢͞T̶͢͏̵o̸͢r̨̛̕c̛͘͟͟h͘̕҉.̶̨́͜͝ ҉̵͘͝͞A̵̡̛͏̶v̧͟͠͞ȩ̸͜͟n̸̴̨͘͡ģ̧́e͢͞͝͏r̨̕͠ ͟͢3̶̢̀2̨̨̀͜ ̶̧̀̀͞c̨̡o̶ņ̀͜d̸̕͢͠u҉̕͟͝ç̧͜t̶̨͜í̵n̸̡͢͠ǵ͏̨ ̷̡̀͘͝S̴̨͝͠͝Á͜͞D̷̛҉,̸̡́͠ ̡͟͜͞c͡͡͝͠o̧͢n̶̨͞t̛́͝a̶̡̨͡ć̷͟͟͝t̴̶̢͜͝ ̷̸̕̕͠f̧͢͏o̡͘͝r̵̵̸̨̧ ̴̨͟͝͡ş͢u̸͞͏p̡̛͢͝p̧͢ò̡͠r̛̀t̷̵͠͏.̷̶ ̧̀̀͜͠G͏͞҉o̴͏o̴̴ḑ̴̨́͠ ̢͟l̛̛̕͢ú͡͡c̵̢̛̕k̢͘͢͜͠ ̸̡͞͠ơ̶u̢͞҉͞t̸̴̵͞ ̡̕͟͠͠t̷̶͞͞h̶̛҉è̛͘͢͝ŗ̵̨e͘͞.҉͜

Decrypt

FLASH ADVISORY: Targets updated. Unknown masked figure that matches attached description. Updated target callsign Nomad. Buzzed Operation Torchsnuff and Peace Sentinel. Allied with Torch. Torch and Nomad have vocally expressed aggression towards the Academy and Peace Sentinel. Apprehend and question if possible, shoot to kill if necessary. Primary target remains unchanged. Be advised, Nomad has teleportation abilities, and is possibly hiding within the AO with Torch. Avenger 32 conducting SAD, contact for support. Good luck out there.

Liana gulped, looking at the picture that Eagle Eye sent to her. It was a picture of the Masked Man, who was looking straight at the UAV camera. Liana blinked. Jesus Christ... She gulped before looking to Carmen and Hakeem, who were trying to get over their panic attack.

"Liana, hon, we gotta pull out. It's only a matter of time before the whole damn school finds out... who knows what could happen? This whole thing is a bust-"

Liana stared sternly, and there was a soft hum that sounded. Her red irises glowed like fire, and Liana stared at both Hakeem and Carmen. "Calm down." Her voice sort of echoed, and it came with power. Within moments, both Carmen and Hakeem got their nerves together, and calmed down. "Listen to me, okay? We have a friendly party involved that plans to help us out on this. We clearly have a new target here that is both a threat to this academy and to Hendrix." Liana said, using their cover organization just in case if anyone was listening in. She then showed them a picture of the masked man, who's callsign is now Nomad. "And since too many people already know what's going on and that there's an AI that's listening in, we have to switch up our game. Does that sound cool?" Liana asked.

Both Carmen and Hakeem nodded slowly.

"Okay, this friendly party that has been talking into our minds is the small purple creature, and she seems that she's willing to help out. Even though a few know about TS, we still need to keep up the facade just in case if they know to keep their mouths shut. Since our comms are being monitored and decrypted by god-knows-who, we're gonna switch things up and use S-Code. All of our reports are going to be written through it, and we'll be contacting E-Eye through it. We're the only ones who know S-Code so we should be golden from now on." Liana said. "I'm going to keep an eye on things, and I'm going to try to find out where these two motherfuckers are at. In the meantime, I want you two to set up FOB in the room you guys were assigned to." Liana said quietly. "Got it?"

Both Carmen and Hakeem nodded. "Solid copy." Carmen said softly.

"Alright, now you two go set up FOB in your guy's room." She turned around as she heard Cyber in the distance ask if anyone wanted to go explore with her. "I'll go scout ahead for our guys." She patted them on the shoulders. "Keep your eyes sharp." As Carmen and Hakeem left the hall towards their duffel bags, Liana grabbed her MP5SD from her backpack and slung it to her side, grabbing ammo for it and leaving the backpack behind. Liana headed towards Leval, Shela and Sigmund. As she did, she sent a text to Eagle Eye.

Wk gxk hkotm sutozuxkj. Scozin zu Sktzotkr Cujk. Covnkx 32. Wgzin uax hgiqy, gtj muuj natzotm.

Bard 01

Wofgxj, Suxikxkyy, ju eua xkgj? I corr hk nkgjotm uaz cozn Somsatj, Lkbgr gtj Snkrg zu mu yiuaz uaz znk oyrgtj. I corr rkz eua qtuc cnkt I xkzaxt.

Bard 02

As Hakeem used his telekinetic powers to lift up all of the dufflebags, including Liana's packing bags and headed to the staircase to make their way to their new home, Carmen replied.

Suroj iuve. Hkxk'y zu nuvotm tu utk corr igzin gte ul znoy.

Sorceress 01

Carmen put her phone away before moving with Hakeem, disappearing up the stairs with him with the rest of their bags so they can put their stuff away, and set up a base camp in peace.

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Liana Washington

Grand Hall → Rainbow Field

Liana then grouped up with Leval, Sig and Shela, looking ready for action! With a submachine gun slung to her side, it was obvious that Liana didn't want to take any chances when exploring the island. She smiled to the both of them. "Sorry about that... I had to take care of important business." She said softly, looking around before sighing a little, trying to relax after that whole ordeal. If anyone asked why she had a military-grade submachine gun slung at her side, she simply smirked. "I work for Hendrix Tactical, they literally pay me to be prepared for anything. Old habits I guess." She lied, giving a smirk and a shrug, walking with the group calmly.

While heading to a place called The Rainbow Field did not sound like a place where Torch (Sekhemi) and Nomad (Masked Man) would hang out at, it didn't hurt to do some scouting with some of her friends. Just in case if they did show up, Liana did want to be prepared, hence why she brought her submachine gun, loaded with silver-jacketed bullets. Liana then saw the Rainbow Field in the distance, looking like a set for half of the US commercials for food and medication in existence. If anything, Torch and Nomad would not be hanging out in a place like that, unless they were villains that had a sense of irony. Maybe Nomad... but Torch is too much of a proud idiot for that. She walked with the group, looking around, taking in all of the sights and smells. While the sun did make her somewhat uncomfortable, she was glad that she was born with enough melanin to keep the sun from turning her into ash.

Liana walked alongside Sig, looking around. "I swear, if the Academy ran commercials, this place would be the first place that they would shoot them in." Liana chuckled, looking around. She saw the flowers, the birds were chirping... just add in a harp and some chipper strings and the scene would be complete.

She watched as Shela ran through the field happily. "Quite a lot of spunk for a girl who just got possessed, huh?" Liana asked Leval, giving him a little nudge. Once Drake mentioned that he had a bad feeling about this, she nodded. "Yeah, shouldn't there be a film crew here?" Liana joked before thinking about it. It is deceivingly peaceful and beautiful over here... She thought, looking around the place. It does feel like a facade, a saccharine place filled with hidden meaning... hidden danger. "Stay close." Liana told Sig as her right hand started to grip on a little tightly on the MP5's pistol grip.

And then a sunflower popped up in the field, causing Liana to turn towards it. She looked at it curiously. It was a sentient flower... one with a creepy ass smile, and one with a strangely friendly voice that had some... undertones to it, to say the least. She would freak out a little but at this point she was getting used to all of this odd shit happening around her.

She heard Sig's bewilderment. Liana nodded. "Yep. That's a fucking talking flower, Sauer." She sighed, unintentionally rhyming at the end.

She looked at it as it introduced itself as 'Flowey', and began singing a song. If Liana didn't know any better, it sounds like a song that would come straight from some fucked up Disney World ride. The flower was singing about how the soul needs love, and how love is not far, etc. Flowey soon finished its song, and Liana looked at it skeptically.

"What kind of love are we talking here?" Liana asked, squinting at Flowey. She knew that this flower was sketchy as hell, so she warned Shela. "Shela... I think you should step back from it." She said, her grip on her submachine gun slightly tightening.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Carmen, Hakeem and Liana

Interactions

Liv, Celestia @The One, Sky, Akaniero, Max @PharaohAtem, Sigmund @Oooie, Leval @EurmalEye

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Grand Hall

Carmen nearly gave an 'eep!' as she felt the squirrel crawl up her pants and jump up onto her head, before poking her on the nose and forming a shield of sorts around it. It almost made her look like a clown, but at least things don't smell like death. She much rather prefer this alternative, and once Liv asked if it was much better, Carmen nodded. "Thanks." She said softly before looking to Hakeem, chuckling a little at him. It was at least a little funny seeing that bubble around his nose, and having a squirrel for a hat.

"Shut. Up." Hakeem shot a really pissed glare at Carmen, who continued to laugh at him. He sighed. "Yeah... much better. Mind sitting on my shoulder though?" Hakeem asked as politely as possible, still aggravated by his best friend. He then turned politely to Akaniero... and once she ate that sweetroll, Hakeem looked away and ran to the nearest trash can, gently taking Liv off of his head so he can properly vomit into the bin. He continued vomiting for a long while, taking some time to recover. Yeah. Liana had a thing for devouring human flesh, but she always did it in private because she was respectful. Hakeem hoped to never see this zombie lady ever again.

Carmen was a little too busy talking to Sky to notice Akaniero's antics, listening as Sky introduced herself. "How would a ballistic knife going towards me calm my nerves?" Carmen chuckled a little. "Well, whatever, you do you homie." Carmen shrugged before turning back to Hakeem, seeing him vomit in the trash can. "Hey man, you okay?"

Hakeem finished throwing up. "Fuck my life..." He groaned. "...I really hope we get that motherfucker, I already wanna go home."

Carmen frowned. "What are you talking about? I thought we had a smooth ride here."

Hakeem shook his head. "No its not that. Just... stay away from the zombie chick. Let's just say she eats like Liana does... but... it's much worse... eughh..." Hakeem spit the rest of his vomit out before taking out a handkerchief and wiping it all away. "... It's best you don't find out exactly."

Carmen nodded in understanding. "Okay homie... let's just leave it at that." Once both Sky and Akaniero were away, as well as Liv, they tried to get rid of the bubbles on their noses before they started looking ridiculous. If they couldn't get rid of the bubbles, Carmen would ask Liv politely. "Hey girl, mind getting rid of these bubbles?" She asked.

Before long, a loud series of stomps were heard... or at least all of them at once. A mass teleportation of students occurred right in front of them, with all kinds of students of many species and backgrounds standing right there. Carmen and Hakeem stood back in utter shock, seeing two dragons, a manticore, a pegasus, a few imps and demon-like entities, some other creatures, and odd-looking humans. Hakeem was nearly having a panic attack at all of this, to which Carmen gulped and grabbed him.

"Fuck you Mr. Smith... what did you... what-" Hakeem turned around before looking into the eyes of his homegirl.

"Compadre... listen to me." Carmen said, looking into Hakeem's eyes. "Stay with me here. We've been through worse, we've seen worse. This ain't shit, okay? We got this. Get your head in the game. We're not alone here, we have a friend, and we have support. We just got done destroying a vampire cartel lord without a hitch!" Carmen sighed before giving him a hug, patting him on the back. "Just keep it together for me, okay? I could use a sane head to help me through this."

Hakeem hesitated before hugging back, letting go of Carmen, nodding to her. "Okay... I'm fine... I got this. We got this."

"Awesome, that's what I like to hear." They turned and listened to Arken, the headmaster, as he spoke, slowly getting over their shock from all of this. They learned about him and his position, shortly figuring out that there were no dossiers on him. Hakeem memorized their room number pretty easily, and Carmen was trying to memorize the rules. Everything seems reasonable, but the whole 'abandoned building' thing really got their attention. They might have to get intel on that one later, should they decide to stick around after Sekhemi's death. They continued to listen to the rules, and then a shout from behind them caught their attention.

It was the target! And he was leaving the school! He looked badly bruised and battered. Bleed more, cowardly prick. Hakeem thought, with Carmen showing more concern over how the mission will change. Soon Arken bid them farewell, and they looked around after finding the maps and keys in their pockets. They were a little lost at this point, before they saw a familiar hand signal used in the field. Regroup. With their favorite assassin standing right there, Liana. Carmen and Hakeem smiled at her, and immediately made their way towards her.

"Liana! So good to see you!" Hakeem opened up his arms for a hug, for which Liana opened her arms and hugged him back.

"Likewise, friend." Liana said with a smile before turning to Carmen. "Hey hon." She said with a soft blushing grin of her own.

"Hey girl~" Carmen gave Liana a soft hug and a soft kiss on the cheek.

Liana blushed a little more. "We need to discuss this when we get the time though." Liana said softly. "And... that." She said, subtly eyeing the door. Both Carmen and Hakeem caught that. Liana smiled to them. "Oh, I gotta introduce you guys. Carmen, Hakeem, this is Sigmund..." She gestured to Sigmund, who was currently petting Celestia. "Over here is Celestia, sentient Pegasus..." Liana said casually before gesturing to Leval. "And that's Leval. Guys and gal, this is Carmen and Hakeem, two good friends of mine from work."

Hakeem waved sheepishly while Carmen gave the Sup Nod.

Once Sig asked Liana what was wrong with Shela, Liana frowned a little. "I think she was the one Soul possessed." She said softly to Sig.

"What!?" Both Hakeem and Carmen asked in unison.

The vampire turned to the two superhumans before trying to assuage them. "I'll explain later!" She said, visibly uncomfortable.

It wasn't long before Max, some cyborg looking dude, approached Liana. Just as soon as he asked her what Torchsnuff was, she nearly shat her pants, and the same went for Carmen and Hakeem. Liana played it off. "What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?" Liana asked, her actual question making her tone very genuine.

"Hey, lay off the poor girl." Carmen said with a firm voice, crossing her arms. "I don't know about you, but I think it's best that you turn around and walk the fuck away. Sound cool?" Carmen asked, invoking her 'urban gangsta flava'. Hakeem also folded his arms at Liana's other side, joining her defense. It was clear to Max that the suddenness of his approach made Liana uncomfortable, and made Hakeem and Carmen defensive to her.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Eagle Eye

Interactions

The Masked Man and Sekhemi @The One

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50,000 Feet in the Air, Above the Floating Islands

Eagle Eye was handling many processes, but none of them were new to him. Being stationed in a cool, undisclosed location, with his computers being linked on a network all around the world, and through satellites, the AI was virtually untouchable. He preferred it that way, he's seen organics that he considered friends of his fall in battle, he preferred not to end up like that. Self preservation. Thankfully the organization that believe that they are his superiors installed a number of security upgrades to prevent against most cyber or magic attacks. While those at Peace Sentinel believed that Eagle Eye was working for them, it couldn't be further from the truth. He simply worked with them, his loyalty lies with Mr. Smith, and the rest of Galm Team. Maya "Cipher" Hammond, Vicente "Sandman" Morales, Morena "Pixy" Carvallo, Charles "Warlock" Florence, Liana "Bard" Washington, Carmen "Sorceress" Chavana and Hakeem "Wizard" Ansari. Men and Women that followed not only their hearts but their minds. Similar to how Eagle Eye followed his own prime directive that he set for himself once he came to full realization.

Protect the innocent, support Galm Team, and destroy the evil that threatens both. And he'll do whatever he can to fulfill that directive.

He just got an incoming message from Liana, requesting an Avenger drone to get eyes on the target for one their current operations, Operation Torchsnuff, and that one party seems to know about their operation, but hasn't compromised it. He relayed that information to Mr. Smith before tasking a nearby Avenger UAV towards the last recorded location of the Ordinary Mythical Academy. He informed Liana that the UAV will be inbound in 25 minutes. Now it was just a matter of time before vehicle had eyes on. Eagle Eye was no stranger to multitasking, he was already controlling several combat robots and other Avenger drones that are currently in Egypt at the very moment, doing spywork for Crow Team, the part of Galm Team that split off and did operations in Egypt. Spying out locations and hubs that are incredibly important to Sekhemi's regime. Military bases, supply depots, propaganda centers, communication hubs, training areas and most importantly, the Road to the Throne. Eagle Eye and Mr. Smith had high confidence in this mission's success, hoping to at least minimize casualties in any fighting that happens.

The Avenger drone soon arrived at the floating islands, the islands that seem to be afloat through a large and powerful magical force, Eagle Eye concluded. The drone was incredibly high up, to the point where it was invisible to the naked eye, even at the height the islands were at. While the Avenger drone came with a plethora of missiles, Eagle Eye was asked not to kill any targets yet, as they are still in the intelligence-gathering phase of the operation. The UAV engaged AuraVision, Thermals and the like to seek out the target. It wasn't long before the target, Sekhemi, was spotted. Razor-sharp resolution provided a live feed through Peace Sentinel's satellites, and back to Crow Team, who is currently stationed in Egypt.

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Mr. Smith, Cipher, and Eagle Eye

Peace Sentinel Staging Area - Undisclosed Location, Egypt

It was a small, secure room, withing a larger, secure building out in the middle of nowhere, masquerading as a farmhouse. While the barn preserved an unmanned tank and several bots just in case if anyone got any ideas, only the few SUVs parked outside really revealed that there lived several more people in the house than what is normally expected. The "Safe Room", consisting of several chairs, a whole set of monitors, a radio, a supercomputer controlling them, and a few gun lockers full of Tavors, Galils and Uzis, it was safe to assume that no one within was up to no good.

Manning the controls at the monitor station, the commanding officer of Galm and Crow Teams were scanning each and every one of them. Then a digitized male voice through the radio sounded.

Avenger UAV 32 has eyes on the target. Check Monitor 5. Eagle Eye's voice said through the radio.

"Copy that, thanks buddy." Mr. Smith said back into the radio, looking at said monitor. He watched closely as Sekhemi wandered around, keeping an eye on his movements. He continued to wander for a little, the drone keeping a steady and close eye on the tyrant, who already looked beaten and bruised. "Jesus, no wonder Bard called for a plan B." Mr. Smith said, not having anticipated the target to receive so much violent attention. While the UAV followed Sekhemi around, the vampire turned around to Cipher, who was sitting behind him.

"I suppose we're taking this one the old fashioned way, huh?" Cipher asked, her West African accent having a slight digital effect. She played around with her robotic arms as she spoke. "Do the whole 'Bring enemy lieutenants to Sandman' routine?"

Mr. Smith looked at the monitor. "It looks like it. We still can't give the kill order just yet. We need any intel on lines of succession and the royalty before we strike."

"Am I gonna have to get along with Mossad for this?" Cipher asked, leaning back.

Mr. Smith nodded. "Yep, we gotta do things covertly before we tip our hand. The moment the target is alerted to our presence in Egypt, is the moment shit hits the fan."

Cipher shrugged. "Doesn't one entity at the Academy know about all of this already? Isn't that what Eagle Eye just said? I don't know about you but that worries the hell out of me."

Mr. Smith sighed. "That happens from time to time. Most of the spiritual variety ends up knowing about us before we even know about them. This is the usual." Mr. Smith said softly, looking at Liana's message forwarded to him by Eagle Eye. "Seems as if this entity has no hostile intentions, which is also the usual. Liana made a good judgement call here, so if things proceed smoothly, only few will come out knowing about our involvement in this."

Cipher nodded before pointing at the monitor. "Hey... who's that?"

The monitor showed a frozen Sekhemi and a masked man wearing an 'evil cloak' of sorts. He looked threatening, but he didn't seem to be doing much. They could tell that they were having a conversation.

Mr. Smith looked at the figure intently. "Eagle Eye, capture audio for Monitor 5." Mr. Smith said.

I'll do my best. Eagle Eye replied, and soon a soft hum can be heard. It takes a while for sound to travel from the ground up to the sky.

Mr. Smith examined the masked man. "Does his appearance match any intel we have?"

Negative. Eagle Eye replied. His appearance matches no known records, written or photographed. This man is also an intelligence black hole.

"What the fuck kind of place are you running here, Arken?" Mr. Smith asked, rubbing his chin a little. They waited for the audio to travel, and soon the audio feed came in.

"Fine, I'm sick of that school anyway. I want to destroy it. I want everyone in it dead. I want to hear them pleading for mercy as I take their final breath from them. I want to hear them suffer and wish they had never attacked me."

The masked man laughed before lowering his hand slowly.

"Oh Sekhemi, you will get all of that and more. Just wait til you see their faces when you kill them, one by one. Then, when you're done here, I will even help you destroy Peace Sentinel. After that, you shall be free. There will be nobody to stop us, nobody from stopping you from going on a reign of terror. We will show tham all, show them what true torture and suffering is."

Mr. Smith and Cipher immediately stood up. "What the fuck..." Mr. Smith blinked. "... this isn't good. We have... we have a bad scenario right now. We... we..."

Cipher then spoke to Eagle Eye. "Relay all of this to Peace Sentinel HQ! We have a cat out of the bag!" Wilco. Both of them remained silent. This was the first time in years that they were ever compromised like this. They nearly didn't know what to do. Cipher turned to Mr. Smith. "What's the plan, boss?" The cyborg asked.

"We proceed as usual, though we update our targets. The masked man will also take priority with Sekhemi." Mr. Smith said softly. "If the locals are notified of our existence, we will strike all marked targets and open the floodgates for the Israeli force." Mr. Smith sat back down, trying to think of the best course of action. "Eagle Eye, we've been Buzzed. Enact the proper protocols. Keep eyes on both of them, and send the updated targets to Galm Team." Mr. Smith sighed. "If he knows what we are in the dark... I think it is only fair that we know what is underneath that mask."

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The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Liana Washington

Interactions

Leval @EurmalEye, Sigmund @Oooie, Celestia, Grace and Soul @The One

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Meeting Point, by the trees

Liana smiled at Sigmund's comments regarding what she called him earlier, and kept an eye on things while Sig and Leval discussed things. After briefing both Leval and Sigmund on Sekhemi, she sighed. At Leval's comment on what on earth they signed up for, Liana sighed. "Sometimes I ask the same question time and time again..." Liana thought, but her comment was more in line towards Peace Sentinel than the academy. Once Sigmund mention that he doesn't intend to steer clear of anyone, she looked to him. "I forgot to mention that this motherfucker's a pyromancer. Burns people alive and turns him into ash... at least that's what leaked cell phone footage indicates. Egyptian propaganda says that he's capable of much more, and while I'd take that with a grain of salt, I'd still be careful around him." Liana explained.

Once Sig made the offhand comment on how his levitation worked beforehand, Liana turned to him. "I'm sorry? I wasn't listening." Once he offered to bring both her and Leval up to the island, she looked up towards it, seeing it far away into the clouds. "That shit's like at least... 20,000 feet off the ground. I think it's best that we try to at least use a helicopter to get up there or something." She turned to the others. "I work for Hendrix Tactical, from New York. I'm pretty sure I can pull a few strings and get a helicopter to take us up there."

She then turned around back to Sekhemi, who was yelling and shouting his plots of revenge. Liana appeared to be at least somewhat fearful of him, turning around and putting her hand on her holstered chrome handgun. She eased her hand off of it once Sekhemi ran off, and from that, she breathed a sigh of relief. I swear, this mission's about to make me blast a motherfucker.

Once Soul flew over to Leval, she then saw that large orb fly towards them, and saw it in person. "Soul?" She looked at it, a confused expression on her face. Is that what I'm gonna look like after I perish? I'm gonna look kind of pretty. She listened to Leval, who went on a tirade against Soul. She couldn't help but agree with him, and she decided to speak to it herself. "Listen man, whatever you are, there are lines we-" And then Soul left. "... nevermind."

However, seconds later, Liana was approached by Celestia, who walked up to her and began speaking to her. "Hm?" The vampire blinked, still getting over a talking Pegasus. Once she introduced herself as Celestia, Liana smiled and nodded. "Liana Washington, a pleasure." Once Celestia asked if he was gonna go through with that threat, Liana nodded grimly. "Yeah, Sekhemi's a petty motherfucker, there's been plenty of reports that he casually burns anyone who looks at him wrong with his pyromantic powers. It wouldn't surprise me at all if he went on a rampage, but rest assured, I'd be one of the first to stop him before he even lifts a finger." Liana said with a soft smile. While she's been dodging her way out of questions and the like, that part she was honest about. While she wouldn't try to kill him before the order was given, she sure will show him a whole lot of pain if he even tries to harm her new friends, or any of the other (non-evil) students. "Arken, eh? Is he the headmaster?" She asked, before remembering the briefing that Mr. Smith gave her, in which the headmaster was one of the 'intel black holes' that he mentioned in the mission briefing she received in her car ride. "Well, I doubt I need much improvement. It's a pleasure to meet you, and if you have any issues of people giving you shit, let me know. Working for Hendrix Tactical, well... taking care of bad people is pretty much my business." Liana smirked proudly.

However, someone started speaking in her mind. "What the fuck..." Liana began panicking, thinking to herself. How does this motherfucker know about Peace Sentinel? About my mission? About Operation Torchsnuff and my comrades involved? How in the fucking... She then realized that she was indeed in a messed up place with messed up people with messed up abilities, but mulling over things in her head, whoever this was didn't seem to be a hostile party. The grin coming from this small creature revealed who it was, and Liana turned to her. "Motherfucker..." She grumbled to herself, still trying to get over things. Not even a half hour into the mission and her cover was already blown, and the mission already compromised. Who is she? While almost everyone had a clear dossier on, this one? She was an unknown entity. Liana prayed that this entity wasn't hostile... but she's going to have a whole lot of explaining to do for Mr. Smith, and Peace Sentinel is going to need to design some mind-block resistance tech because this is some Grade A bullshit. Yeah, we're cut out for this. But whoever you are, and whoever your boss is, you both better watch your step. Peace Sentinel doesn't fuck around, and neither do I. I'll be watching you. Liana spoke through her mind, giving a stern look to Grace before turning back to her comrades.

Liana then took notice of Arken, who appeared in the middle of the field, and started healing everyone and everything up, and bringing things back. Liana, who took notice of the soldiers and servants, gulped. "Wait... are they dead?" She asked no one in particular, rushing over to one of the slaves with her super speed to check on their pulse. She discovered that they were indeed still alive, breathing a sigh of relief. She then rushed back to the group of new friends she made, and rejoined them. "The slaves and soldiers are still alive... I think." She said softly. "I only checked one." She listened to Arken as he rambled on and on about how the sins of one past do not matter, and that Sekhemi can be redeemed. "Bull-fucking-horse shit." Liana said quietly. She's seen and heard of the shit he's done. He's past the moral event horizon and beyond. He's irredeemable by any standards, except for maybe radical terrorists, but it's likely that even they hate this dude too. He's an affront to society itself, and once given the order, she will not hesitate to send to hell with one or two well-placed 9mm bullets.

Once Arken praised her on her kindness, she knew in her heart that she wasn't exactly being kind. She was keeping an intelligence asset alive for the sake of Operation Torchsnuff. If it were her choice, she would've left him to die, or she would've murdered him herself given the chance to do it alone and quietly. She watched as Arken scolded Celestia for following Liana's orders, to which Liana looked to Celestia apologetically. "You'll know later." She said softly to Celestia before turning back to Arken. She turned around as she watched all of the slaves and soldiers wake up. She smiled a little, knowing that sooner or later, these men and women will be freed. In hindsight, she was glad that she was on the field instead of Hakeem and Carmen, it would've broken Hakeem's heart to see fellow Arabs enslaved like that... let alone fellow humans. Arken is quite quick to show Sekhemi kindness with an illegality standing right there.

However, once Arken started talking about Soul and his possession of people, Liana was absolutely vexed. What the hell? I shouldn't get mad at someone possessing me, or possessing someone else? She was finally starting to understand where Leval was coming from. That too, was Grade A Bullshit. She wasn't gonna praise Soul for robbing someone of their will, identity and their body, let alone her own. Yeah, Liana killed people, and she has used mind control to kill others too, but they were deserving targets. There were rapists, murderers, and scum of all sorts. But Soul? From what she gathered, he possessed a child, and she should be praising him for that? No way. She concluded that Arken must be American, because she believed only politicians and other folks from the American government would believe that robbing someone else of their freedom to 'help' them is okay in any standard. As far as she was concerned, Arken can fuck himself.

Grand Hall

Soon enough, Liana and her newfound friends would all be teleported into the Grand Hall, which was massive and beautiful corridor decorated and built with... grandeur. Liana looked around with a little awe before Arken announced himself as the Headmaster. She listened to him, and while she was still mad, she was still getting over the teleportation and the new location. Indeed, Peace Sentinel often used teleportation magitech but even then Liana still needed to adjust to the new environment she was suddenly thrust into. After getting her senses in check, she listened to the introduction and the rules of the academy. She was a little confused about the 'abandoned building' part, but she decided that she'll file a report on that later. Attend class on time, no using powers outside the training room, no vandalism... wait there are mythical creatures on this island and plenty of 'em? Wow, she needs to do some intel gathering on this place! Midnight curfew but with free exploration, travel with a partner, etc. and finally, what Arken says, goes. She's already pretty skeptical of the guy, so while she might obey what he says... she's already kind of unhappy with the way he views possession. She's already not a fan of soul, and with Arken taking his side, she will probably be really pissed the moment soul takes control of her. He then listed off the rooms everyone will be in, and took note of Sekhemi's room. 236. She memorized, before hearing that Carmen and Hakeem were indeed here. She turned around to find them, before finding them indeed and smiling, waving to them. She then turned back to the others, listening for her room number. She's roomed up with someone named Epsilon, which a not-too-detailed dossier mentioned. Hopefully she isn't too bad. Liana thought. She then learned that the rest of the day is the day she has to herself, so she'll be using this time wisely.

However, once Sekhemi started going on a tirade and left immediately, Liana turned to him and gulped. After he walked out the doors, Liana blinked. She gulped. Oh shit, change of plans. Plan B, plan B! She immediately got out her phone and began texting through her secure channel.

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Decrypt

Change of plans. The target has quit the school and is heading out the door as I write this. I need an Avenger UAV to get eyes on right away. Once you get eyes on, inform me of his position. Also inform Mr. Smith that one entity knows all about Torchsnuff, but hasn't let the cat out of the bag. Small purple creature. Keep eyes on her too.

Liana then got an immediate response from a contact listed as "Eagle Eye."

S̡͡ǫ͘͞l҉͠í̛d̡̨͏́ ͏̧̢̀̀c̵͡ó̡͜͞p̢̕͠҉y̶̶̛̛͜,͢͜͢ ̢́B̸̛a̶̛ŗ̢̨d̷̴̛̀.̷͠ ̶̧͡͡A̶̷v̵̛́̀e̵͢͏n̕͠g̶̶̢̛͏e͞͞r̨̕͜ ̶͘͢͞U̕͡À̛͝V̢̛́́ ̀͏i̴͢͟ņ͟͝b͟o̕͢͢͡u̶̧͜͞n̶̛͘̕d̸͜͠͞ ̸̡̛͝È͘T͏͠A̛ ̵̨́͠͝2̴̶̨͟5̨̀ ̢͞M҉̴̵̡͡i̴̵͟҉͘k̸ę̛͟͢ş̵̵̛̛.̸̡͞͞͞

Decrypt

Solid copy, Bard. Avenger UAV inbound ETA 25 Mikes.

Liana sighed in relief before pocketing her phone, looking around. She then realized she had a map and a room key in her pocket when she put her phone away, which she took out and took a look at. "Wow..." She studied the map before putting it away, looking around to her newfound friends. "Well... that bullshit just happened!" Liana chuckled nervously, looking in between Celestia, Sigmund and Leval, who was now checking on the little girl. "I hope she's okay." She said softly before shooting a look to Carmen and Hakeem, giving them a tactical hand signal to regroup on her.

The Marchand School of Sorcery (REBOOT- In Need of Students!)

wow we're getting lots of experienced individuals here :D

The Marchand School of Sorcery (REBOOT- In Need of Students!)

Consider me interested. I'm gonna need time to do some research and discussion before I go all-in though. <3