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Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Thanks, Allen. I was hoping I got it right. =w=

Excellent, Jazz!! Hey, if we keep getting in artwork like this we could open up a gallery thread for 218. Wouldn't that be cool? :D

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Brand new fanart of Aislin and Dana. Allen, I know you said the song Where Butterflies Never Die wasn't quite your style, but I'll bet you $100 it would move Dana's soul. This is the first time in a while I've used colour, and I tried to emphasize the beauty of dreams and the soul by only colouring the eyes and wings.

Elementals: Void Assault

Yep, yep~
Who's posting next?

Obsidian: Wyverns

Haha, I'm not the only busy one, yay. XD Anyway, a delicious post is waiting for you. I'm still writing 47's post, but she'll be heading to the armory too and will be open for interaction.

It's been two years since you've seen each other. Don't be afraid to strike up a conversation. Missions will be assigned in like, a half hour IC-wise. Not everyone will be going on the CIA mission. ;)

Hannibal and Rook... Cyrus needs to snatch you up before you get too bored. XD

Edit: Ah yes, the lockers in the armory likely hold an outfit and a few nifty accessories for the Operatives.

Obsidian: Wyverns

Laraxis Valco

Laraxis almost smiled as Cheshire pledged herself, cocking a brow at her question. "I'm just confused in one fashion: why threaten us with the Killy Thingy? You'd think that maybe one of us might y'know want your head for such a threat." She said.

"That's quite possible, yes," He said, deviously narrowing his eyes. "You don't think I've prepared for such an outcome? Come now, I'm a genius. And my tactics certainly forced your undivided attention." 

"You've done this before, haven't you Laxaris. And you lost something or someone... then failed." Hannibal said, a look of victory in his eyes. His eyes swept the room before he concluded his profiling. It was strange watching a lizard assume a very human posture. "Have I ever told you the definition... of insanity?"

Laraxis flinched, curling his lip in a look of disgust. Oooh, Hannibal hit a nerve. It flashed so vividly behind his crystal eyes, his darkened, bloody past in another world. And her, the woman. His everything, his life. He did it for her. 

Everything he did, it was for her. Just to see the tears dry.

"...You're right." His chuckle sounded hollow. "I have done this before. And it would have worked if we hadn't been betrayed for a few extra coins. Really, it was quite pitiful. You should have seen everyone falling with their heads fresh blown off. Rather messy, I'll admit..." He clenched his teeth, refusing to unblock the entire memory. There were some things he simply couldn't live through again. 

Anger sparked behind his eyes, flushing whatever sentiments he entertained before. "Hannibal..." He hissed. "You are dismissed. Get the hell out of my sight."

Citrine eventually brought up a question he was simply waiting in anticipation for. "How long will this Operative puppet show last?"

Laraxis lost the anger, merely smiling with metallic eyes. "Puppet show? Please, dear, give yourself more credit. I like to think of it more as a... Hm, a league of 'super terrorists', as your government so eloquently puts. We will work together only as long as it takes to place you on the pedestal of the world." 

With a flourish he spun around, hands flying across the keys of the main console. A synthetic note sounded, and a blue line lit up on the shiny floor. It snaked away in 90 degree angles, turning down the hallway to the right of the console. 

He gestured to the line. "This leads to my private armory. You will find everything you need for your mission therein. Walk it, would you? I'm tired of talking." 

Citrine

Hannibal had the option to leave.

That motherfucker. What did she have? Well, not the option. The elevator, it almost glittered behind her, looking so enticing to run back into. However, her own thread of gold stopped short if she pursued her escape. She could see it; He'd press the button on her, and she would become the second example. Case closed. 

Laraxis was a crazy man, hands down. The last thing she wanted to do was help him help himself. Hannibal seemed to strike a nerve as he disrobed Laraxis for all to see. It amused a twisted part of her, listening to him breathe live into his darkest memories. As he told Hannibal to leave, a bubble of laughter fought its way up Citrine's throat, which she disguised as a polite cough. 

Jealousy. Jealousy was the source of her laughter. Damn, what a strange creature she was. But a part of her resented Hannibal for his lack of an Obsidian noose. Operatives weren't very vocal about whether or not they still had the switch. To her knowledge only Hannibal had rid himself of it, naturally. Damn him.

As the blue light lit up along the white floors, Cheshire caught Citrine's eye. She was the single meta who dared to keep her infallible enthusiasm about her, though Citrine recalled she was always like that. She was likely the only one who'd respond with kindness first, suspicion later. Even with death threatened over her head. 

"Cheshire," She cooed, holding her hand out to the petite Operative. Yes, it was high time they departed. She might have no choice in the matter, but no one said she had to walk alone. "Come with me, honey. Let's admire the shiny new toys waiting for us down the hall."

The armory was less than a minute walk through white corridors, the blue light leading the way down the maze of halls. A great, circular steel door wheeled to the side as they approached the end of the line, revealing a bright and spacious room. Lockers lined the far wall and long, steel tables were spaced evenly on the floor. Guns and swords supported in soft velvet covered the tables, riffles and assault weapons decorated the walls. Oooh, it definitely glittered. The armory was a beautiful sight to take in.

Citrine instantly felt at home, running her hands over the many katanas the armory housed. The metal felt like it could sing to her; she remembered the last time she held a sword, and that was exactly two years and a day ago. The blades winked at her, gleaming and sharp. How she wanted to sate their hunger, their thirst.

Now that doesn't sound so bad, does it? Citrine licked her lips, gently holding a hopeful smile.

Eventually her steps graced the back of the room, taking in the lockers. They were seamless, no locks or buttons to open them. Each stated a single codename in elegant design, and she found her own locker a little left of the middle. Curious, she placed her hand on the metal, wondering what contents it held. It gave a sudden beep at her touch, flashing green before slowly opening. 

A bright, beautifully crafted outfit faced her, and she instantly recognized the jacket. Bright yellow, genuine leather. Ribbed at the elbows with stripes of black. Even the smell gave away how divinely expensive the jacket's design was. Yes, it was an excellent replica of the infamous jacket in Kill Bill. The pants she noticed Laraxis took the liberty of switching up. They were black with a little strip of yellow down the sides which she preferred over the whole thing being yellow. Black leather boots up to her knee replaced the traditional yellow shoes. 

"Look at this, Cheshire." Citrine called to her, pulling out the jacket. "Do you recognize this, by chance?"

Laraxis' humor wasn't lost on her. Oh yes, this was a play on her codename. Honestly, she usually went on mission in full-black. But this outfit seemed to embrace her, identify her. Her name, her vision, and even her clothing, all in different shades of gold. Shimmering, trans-dimensional gold. 

Elementals: Void Assault

Woot, everyone made it out alive this time! :)

Elementals: Void Assault

Hehe, ta-da. XD

Elementals: Void Assault

It was a surprise to see Sig back. Not a pleasant one, but he was there regardless, and he was better company than those trying to shoot them dead. Cora looked up at him with bleary eyes, wondering when his next move would screw them over. She had little faith in this man. His motives were off; the darker part of life had washed his true Elemental self away, and they were faced with a hatred-filled husk with little loyalty. 

Of course, who was she to judge? It was only her apathy and chill that stopped her from becoming the same angry kind of Hygron. As Sig pulled her along, she contemplated their standing. No, his saving her ass wouldn't make things up for ditching them earlier. But now she wasn't quite sure what to think of him. He seemed... Unpleasantly unpredictable. She would have to keep an eye on him.

Yahtzee stumbled off the turtle the moment they got outside. Cora rolled her eyes, getting off after him. Just because they were out of the building didn't mean they were safe. Will bravely covered them as they made their escape, but nothing stopped their shooters from exiting the warehouse too.

"Thanks for the save by the way." Yahtzee whispered, not taking his eye off Sig. 

"What, the save where I didn't get you out? Heh, you're sooo welcome." Cora said dryly, smirking. 

Sig got off his turtle, looking more pissed than usual. "Look at this! Look! I show you a place with a ton of food and this is what I get! I almost got my kneecap busted!"

Cora furrowed her brow, wondering if Sig was truly an idiot or not. Maybe she took it for granted, but they had two, maybe three very functional healers among the Elementals. Injuries didn't scare her like they used to. Phil was already eying up their injured 'compadre', and Cora scoffed. "If he keeps lippin' off like that there's no reason you have to, Phil. Your skill is a gift, not an automatic service."

It was just Will and Gilfred in the warehouse now. Cora scanned its perimeter, worry increasing in her eyes. Armed militants were popping out, meeting her gaze briefly before aiming their guns. Cora scooped up the supplies Phil put down, quickly re-orienting herself with the land mark mountains of junk. 

"Healing's gonna have to wait." Cora said as shots hit the sand behind them. "We gotta go. Phil, get his ass onto Spike. You can heal him on the move. Everyone else, we're headed in this direction." She pointed at the ridge line.

After twenty minutes of sprinting Cora called for a break, finding a quiet nook for them in a small valley void of trash. They lost their pursuers, and it was time to celebrate (and wait for the Mason brothers to catch up.) She opened the boxes, passing out rations.

"Dig in, and thank the heavens. We finally eat." She tore into her own ration, devouring it in seconds. 

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

I'm adding a theme to Aislin's CS. It goes in keeping with all the shit she's gone through. XD

Where Butterflies Never Die

Elementals: Void Assault

Thanks Ginger, I'm working on my post. :)