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Location(s): Paradox Engine (Central Controls, Testing Grounds, Luncheon Room)




KITT's work had borne fruit...Of some fashion. The connection between the highly-advanced automobile and these far more sophisticated terminals was tenuous at best, but still, it gave insight. Where others would have seen an incomprehensible language of alien glyphs and letters, luckily, KITT could read something a bit more understandable; code. That was able to cross a language barrier with surprising ease.

Even then, however, it became apparent to the supercomputer that these computational devices were suffering from a number of internal complications, though the source was unclear. Most of them, beyond the terminal that offered visuals onto some of the locales of the station, were undergoing some form of reboot, clearing the systems out alongside the unknown errors. Still, in this abrupt purge, fragments of information could be gathered. The main piece that was recovered seemed to be a conversation between two individuals, the recording transferring from the terminal to KITT himself. The first one to speak sounded male, perhaps in his early 20s, with a female who spoke as if she were some form of authority figure, clearly older, though not by an extreme amount.

"The Paradox Engine is stable. Core output reading positive..."

"What about the Gates?"

"Functioning as expected. We've begun creation of our first simulations. Which universes do you propose we test first, after the initial runs?"

"Get us simulations of the Omniverse, B10. The First Thinker might be able to grant us insight into..."

Abruptly, a painful and rough bout of coughing could be heard. Then a collapse, as if an individual had fallen, hitting hard steel.

"Matriarch? Are you alright?"

The movement of the individuals could be heard, likely being the youth helping his senior find her standing once more.

"Yes...Yes. It has passed, for now. But this is proof we do not have time to waste in these matters. Finding a remedy for The Decay is our utmost priority....Create simulations for DP Prime and POP Prime. DP's ectoplasmic-based entities might provide solutions, and if not, then perhaps the magic present in POP..."

"...The Patriarch told us not to risk contact with magic, or magical entities, of any sort. He claimed they were too unpredictable. Ma'am, are you...?

"....We do not have the luxury of fear, not anymore. We must find our answers, no matter how many stones we must turn, false universes we must upend...The choice was taken from us the moment the first of us fell ill."

"...The preparations will be made, ma'am."

"...And Castellan?"

"Ma'am?"

"You can call me by my name. Titles mean nothing now."

"...Of course, Laris."

The recording ended, just as the final piece of the terminal's reset complete, severing KITT from the system abruptly. What exactly it all meant? That was left for the supercomputer to puzzle together, but considering this was salvageable from such alien and highly advanced hardware, perhaps there would be more to discover...



The interior of the room Agumon had promptly busted into was freezing beyond belief; definitely several degrees below zero, at least. The room, surprisingly, seemed larger than the cafeteria itself, a spanning space of shelves bitten with frost, covered end-to-end with either two things. One was a tightly-sealed cannister, a glass-like outer covering revealing what lied beneath, which appeared to be some strange, purplish substance. It looked....Mushy, for lack of better term, but maybe edible? Must be, considering it was the only thing in this area that could qualify as food. As for the other....

In similar cannisters with labels that, just like the others, couldn't be read by the human or Digimon respectively, there was housed a cool blue liquid. Clearly not water, but also obviously intended to be some kind of drink, though it was unlike any the pair had seen before. Something about all of this felt distinctly alien to them. Fitting, given the situation. Regardless, for better or worse, it looked like they'd found lunch. Maybe it'd be good? Hard to say. The purple glop, at least, didn't look too appetizing...

Strangely enough though, behind them, they could hear an unusual sound, like a liquid being swished around...It was the remains of the door, having turned to an almost mercury-like consistency, before forming back into the solid shape of the door once more, completely repaired. Thankfully, it didn't shut on them, reforming to stay open and allowing the frigid air of the room to drift into the luncheon room proper.




Location: Paradox Engine, Simulated Universe #1 (Open Fields, Current Simulation: Techadon Invasion), Testing Grounds.

Mentions: Bonesaw @Lewascan2, Cyrus @Randomness, Shadow Moth @TruthHurts22, Poison Ivy @Crimson Flame, Horus/Terra @Dead Cruiser, Redmaw @Atlantic, Asta @XoXKieroBombXoX.



A perfectly executed assault, thanks in no small part to young Riley. And once the titan fell, the other pieces fell into place, working at the machine as best they could (though Driscoll was quick to note the hesitance on Shadow Moth's part); Horus worked away at the other end, halting its recover for now, while the red-headed florakinetic snared up the arms, preventing any retaliation or defense on its part as a line of flame from the beast dubbed 'Houndoom' bored into the Techadon's head. Cyrus' prediction was correct; just as Flamethrower had failed against the minor machines, it would not finish the work against this colossal variant. Still...It might be enough.

Freeing his other arm from Bonesaw's grasp, the Forever King took to battle once more, his cannon shifting back into the proper state as he generated a greatsword of energy and lunged forward, a warcry carried across the war-torn winds of the plains. Driving the blade home, it tore into the softened, heated metal near the base of the head, wedging its way through in a painstakingly slow process. No...This wouldn't do it! As he pushed further, mustering all the strength his suit could bear, Driscoll could feel it reforming internally, sluggishly pushing back his assault.

Further down, the end of the torso was growing resilient, taking more and more blows from Horus to even make a mark. The arms had begun flexing, glowing as if super-heated as the plant matter holding them down began to sear and melt away. At this rate...

Then he heard the roar.

In spite of himself, he turned from the true threat to bear witness to what could only be described as some form of mechanical rex, charging forth with a whir of fury escaping the gigantic maw of the entity. It was no Techadon, that much was certain. In that moment, the Forever King couldn't afford to move his attention away, whirling back to his painstaking process of pushing into the head. It was then the metallic beast made its assault, breaking into the torso of the machine, and loosening the connection to the head just enough. This was the moment.

Without hesitation, the Forever King gave up on his original tactic, pulling away from the head for just a moment. At first, it looked as if he was giving up...Until he raised a hand to the suit's chest, opening the cavity to reveal...Something. A power source, it seemed. A spherical container hooked into the armor with several thick, large cords and wires, which Driscoll promptly disconnected for his purposes. Inside the sphere, one could barely make out a small, glowing orb, almost like a miniature sun, practically pulsating with power...

Taking the sphere in one hand, he brought it towards the other arm as a new section unfolded itself; an area to implement the sphere directly. Under normal circumstances, the suit's on-board Artificial Intelligence could've diverted the power itself, allowing for brief, monumental improvements in certain aspects of the suit. He'd have to be more hands-on for now.

He unceremoniously shoved the Sub-Energy into the new socket, and one could see the waves of energy travel through the arm, as if it were supercharged. With that, he turned back to the Techadon, as it could barely move its head towards the former Plumber. The Forever King only had one thing to say.

"You have lost."

With extreme force, he shoved the empowered arm into the base of the machine's head once more, pulling with an amount of force that was downright absurd. Forming a twisted game of tug-of-war with the tyrannosaurus mech, with the Techadon as the rope, it finally gave way as Driscoll sent the head careening off the machine into the sky, before landing with a resounding thud a few moments later.

It was done. And they had their spoils of war.

Taking a shaky breath of relief, the King set about to restoring the Sub-Energy to its proper location before any notable power less could happen to the suit, the hatch closing snugly behind it afterwards. He now took the time to look upon the strange new machine that had, seemingly, aided them. He had noted that the roar occurred only moments after Horus gave a command to advance. Perhaps it reciprocated orders?

He would humor it.

Looking up to the construct, Driscoll cleared his throat before he spoke up."Follow." A simple command. Whether it followed it or not would be interesting to see. Regardless, there were surprisingly more pressing matters. His gaze crossed the battlefield, assessing those who had aided him. For the most part, they seemed fine; most certainly worse for wear, but not injured or debilitated. Perhaps aside from Cyrus. Seems he was too comfortable letting his pet do his work, given how tossed-around and worn he appeared. But he was alive.

The Forever King was preparing to address the lot when he spotted it; just behind little Bonesaw, as if formulated from nothingness, stood...A fixture, of some sort. Driscoll would never claim to be wholly familiar with alien technology, but if he were to hazard a guess, it appeared to be a gate of some kind. It looked too small for him to properly walk through, though as he found himself approaching, he abruptly halted as it adjusted to his height. Intriguing...

Before he could make any further moves, the device seemed to fire up, an incandescent swirl of colors forming something akin to a portal, practically beckoning them forward. Shaking the shock off, he turned to the rest as he strode aside his battlefield companion, addressing all of them with a wave of his arm towards the space distortion.

"I believe we have found our exit."

He didn't intend to sit around and wait; with any luck, this would return him home. Barring that, at the very least he'd be freed from the hellscape these plains had become. Without hesitation or fear, the Forever King took his first steps through the gateway...

Terra placed her palm against the reader, and the brief buzz of a scan was brought to life, crossing her hand several times over. Abruptly...It spoke. "Terra Grayson, from Universe INV Prime. Accepted." After addressing her, she could suddenly feel a brief suction of air; not nearly enough to yank her or Asta anywhere, but enough to be noticeable, as the gateway fixture now housed a swirl of colors that the Viltrumite hero could recognize as some form of portal, though not any she were familiar with.

It was then the metal hands pushed through, clinging to either side of the gateway to draw themselves through, as on their end the device shifted size to accommodate the new arrival; a figure clad in heavy-set, steel-grey armor, a red cape billowing behind the entity as it rose to full height after emerging, at first staring above the pair before turning its gaze downwards, revealing a cracked visor.

Hm. Driscoll couldn't have claimed to anticipate this. Everywhere he looked, devices similar to the one which he had just arrived from lined the walls. Offline, from his quick judgment. The rest of the layout was simple, the area made of a metal he couldn't lay his finger on, though clearly not of earthly make. Then...The two new strangers. Teenagers, if he were to guess. Great. Still, it wouldn't do him any good to enter a room with blatant hostility.

After letting the two step back, as they likely would with the surprise appearance of an armored figure that stood head and shoulders above them, he gave them a bow. "Greetings. You may refer to me as the Forever King....Where exactly might we be?"


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6:02 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters




The next face to show up was one that actually surprised the Director; Jane Rosner. Truth be told, with how she'd barely managed through the interview process, he hadn't expected her to muster the courage to walk through the front door, much less make it to The Wards' Lounge. He cracked a small smile. Perhaps things weren't so hopeless if someone like her could find the drive to make it here.

The smile dropped as quickly as it formed, giving a curt nod to the awkward Tinker, waving with her scrap-metal prosthetic. "Good to have you. Go ahead and take a seat." Well, this made for two. Both of the Tinkers. Huh, what a weird coincidence. He casually motioned towards the seats lining the rounded table, mostly towards the end away from himself and Workshop. If he had a decent grasp on this girl, he knew she'd keep her distance....But he couldn't just have her milling about either.

The next one was less surprising, though the stunt he'd pulled mere minutes ago was a different story entirely....Regardless, he was here....And Fukuda was quick to note the brief change of face upon just seeing Beverly. The files did mention they met before, supposedly being the cause of the 'time sphere' that now entrapped one of the old clunkers down at the docks, serving as some strange tourist trap. Guess it wasn't a fond memory for the kid. The Director could at least respect his mostly subtle attempts to either distance himself or keep an eye on the Tinker gal, though he had to wonder how this could affect the team as a whole...

For another time. He gave a wry grin in response to Overclock's, meeting the young man's lack of enthusiasm with his own. This wasn't ideal for almost anyone here; he'd have to learn to deal. "So you are. So you are..." Sean here was a great grab for The Wards, but when it came to his attitude and ideals, he brought his own set of problems....For now, though, there were yet more faces to concern himself with.

Which happened to be the one he'd least expect. Wilbur actually showed. He'll be damned.

Welp, that meant he'd have to pass these earbuds around sooner than later, once there were some more members; hopefully at least one more would show. But as for the kid himself...Fukuda watched with weary eyes as the boy strode through with that aura of smugness he'd grown used to in his brief stint at HQ prior to this, casually greeting the others and just as casually seating himself next to the Director, already idly drumming away on the armrests. This was gonna get annoying face.

"Call me Director. As for the question....You can be the judge of that." The deadpan expression that turned to Will spoke a thousand words. Not surprising, given the stunt he had pulled last time; the boy should've known better than to mess with a man's coffee when he works 18-hour shifts seven days a week.

The next arrival was the real oddball; the orphan boy, Andrew. Striding over, he said his piece to the Director before getting caught up seeing something of a local celebrity, though in Fukuda's mind that was stretching things a fair bit for Overclock. Oh well, at least he actually introduced himself. Though...'Codename'? Really? What was this, a spy movie? Granted, he had gotten the retinal scanner installed....Still, he gave a nod of acknowledgement to the young man as his attention was drawn away once more to a new face.

Morgan wasn't a very subtle young lady, as Fukuda was quick to catch the smile that had played on her face prior to setting it to a cold exterior like she had pulled in the interview. Maybe enough to pull one on a few of the kids here, but it wouldn't last long; with any hope (heh), the other Wards wouldn't give her a reason to keep her guard up. He returned her gesture with a small smile. Rachel had spoken glowingly of the young lady for the past week, even moreso than the other Wards, which gave the Director a small shot of confidence. Maybe not everyone in this room would force him into some hellish balancing act.

He found his smile leaving as she went off to the side, hanging silently around one of their terminals. Seriously, now? Old habits, he supposed...Oh well. "Before we continue, you all will be needing these." Casually reaching into the depths of his suit, Fukuda produced a number of small containers with a glass top, each one holding a pair of earbuds. For those sitting, he slid them across the table with well-calculated force, each one stopping short of falling off the end. For the two still standing....

"Heads up. And don't drop 'em, they're expensive." With a toss, two containers went off towards Jane and Morie each. The Director was fairly confident Morie would catch it just fine, but Jane...Well, let's just hope she didn't try and use that clunker of an arm. Clearing his throat a bit, Fukuda spoke up. "Those earbuds will allow communication between the lot of you, as well as between you and me." With that, he tapped one of his ears, showing off a similar set of earbuds. "Additionally...They're a necessary precaution to ensure Gray Man can't pull anything on you." He jabbed a thumb towards the young man at his side, unceremoniously ousting him. "Once you've got those situated, I believe some introductions are in order..." At this, he glances off to the side at the one who would be dubbed Memento, making a small motion of his head, the intent clear; 'get over here'.




Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 5:56 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters




Oh, this was so exciting! When she heard the 'bing' echo throughout the mostly empty lounge, Bev couldn't help but have her eyes dart over! She found her vision greeted by a girl who, if she guessed, was maybe about her age, though she couldn't have claimed to recognize her. She would've if she'd seen her before! She was at the taller end of things like Beverly herself, though with short, choppy hair in comparison to her own, though of course, one thing caught her eyes above all others...

And it was beautiful!

Sure, to some, it'd look like a piecemeal collection of gears and springs and other such small metal knick-knacks, with the inclusion of a workwear glove and...Was that a flashlight's bulb? It was. Huh! Well, regardless, Workshop didn't - perhaps couldn't - see it in that way. She instead noticed the intricate work, how all the pieces managed to shift just right to create movement, the subtle clicking of springlock as metallic joints worked their magic. It was nothing short of incredible to her eyes, and truth be told, she only noticed the girl's greeting because she'd done it with her contraption of an arm. Blinking away for a bit and trying to gather her more normal thoughts, she returned the wave with a smile on her face. She was already excited for this, but a fellow Tinker? Or at least, she'd gleaned that much from the make of her limb. How awesome! She'd never properly met other Parahumans before, but this was already shaping up to be incredible!

Another toll of the elevator snapped her attention away from the other metalhead in the room, landing her eyes on...A surprisingly familiar figure. As they both locked eyes for a moment in his strides toward the table, Bev couldn't help the small pout on her face. She wasn't dense enough to miss how he tensed at the mere sight of her. That hurt....It had been an honest mistake! His fault for jumping a girl in the middle of designing highly unstable technology! They'd only met the once, and rude as it sounded, with how things ended up, she was sorta hoping not to run into him again anytime soon....

Looks like she wasn't getting that wish.

Unwittingly to her, the movements of her hands as they glossed over her latest contraption grew in speed and became a bit more erratic with the swing of her mood on Overclock's arrival. Still, she mustered up a smile again; weak, in comparison to the one she'd granted Jane, but it was there. "Heya, Overclock. Yeah, it has been a bit, hasn't it?" Somehow, him immediately referring to her as Workshop hurt even more, like he was distancing her from being a normal person. Here, right now, weren't they just some kids, really? Jumping straight to the silly made-up names just felt plumb wrong. Oh well...Guess it's what she signed up for. But she definitely didn't sign up for the rest of this awkward situation.

Just as he kept watch over her, Beverly returned the favor, a glower in her eyes that didn't match the quickly drained smile she possessed. Still, she tried her best to recover herself; so what if Overclock's here, acting like a butt over something that happened months ago? Still plenty of new, exciting faces to see! She regained a fraction of the energy she had just had earlier, eager to see who showed up next!

This guy looked a bit younger than Bev or the others. Maybe 14, 15? He was a little on the shorter end in comparison to the rest of them, which she attributed to the age gap, with sharp murky-green eyes that seemed to quickly appraise everyone else in the room, herself included. He also dressed awful fancy by her standards; honestly, it reminded her a bit of Mr. Fukuda. Casually as can be, he shot a smooth greeting to the room before sliding into the seat next to the Director, and making a small joke. Daycare? Yet again, Beverly could feel a small pout growing. Pokin' fun or no, she was certain Mr. Fu-...The Director put a lot of work into this. The Initiative deserved a bit more respect, in her eyes.

Truth be told, she was starting to get concerned; was she the only one here with some honest interest? It was starting to feel that way...The pit in her stomach grew a little heavier, as her work on the sphere began to progress in tandem with the feeling, unconsciously whipping out small tools and instruments to keep up the tuning process for...Whatever this thing was. She wasn't sure herself. It whirred every now and then, so that implied some kind of charge underneath the metal shell. Was it a grenade? Mm...Somehow, that didn't sit right. It wasn't that. Oh well! She had more time to work on it and puzzle at the use of it as someone new came in.

Workshop could feel her smile return. This kid also seemed young, around the well-dressed guy's age, she'd bet. And he seemed way more into it than the others! How could she not respond to all that enthusiasm? "Howdy, Andrew! Nice to meetcha!" Her hope in the situation had swelled back with such a simple act, and she was all the happier for it. Why couldn't the others be like Hope here? Not only did he seem swell, but it felt like he was actually interested! Well, regardless, she was just happy to not be the only one here eager for the experience.

Then, another gal showed up; shorter than Bev or Jane, though most of her figure was hidden under all the layers of clothing she wore, as if she sought to be absorbed into it. Can't say she blamed her for it though, it was cold out there! Even with her jacket, she'd been shivering more often than not on her way to the PRT HQ. She watched as the newcomer shuffled her way to the side towards one of the terminals (and her mind briefly wandered to how angry Fukuda might be if she dismantled one) and placed an earbud in to listen to some tunes. Aw drat, was she one of the ones who weren't into this too? With how she distanced herself, Beverly certainly thought so...Until, right as she was about to turn away, she caught the fringes of a smile on the girl's face.

She smiled too.

As the Director slid over the earbuds, and quickly chucked them off to the stragglers, Bev obediently popped the case and put them in. She wasn't sure what he meant by 'not letting Gray Man pull anything on you', but she couldn't think of a reason to ignore the request. And truth be told, it caused her mind to run off on what it could mean, her gaze falling on Levin for a time. Some kind of auditory ability? Maybe with Master qualities, if it could 'pull something' on us? Ooh, it sounded interesting....But that was for another time! Following it up, Fukuda not-so-subtly requested for The Wards to make their introductions. And with how well Andy there had done his, well, Bev wasn't about to be out-done.

Standing up from her seat, a broad smile graced the face of the Tinker as she addressed the room. "Heya! M'name's Beverly Hillshire, though ya can call me Bev if ya want! Or when we get out there and start kickin' rears, I suppose I'll be Workshop. Nice to meet y'all!" She gazed around the room, eager to see the responses. Hopefully she hadn't tried too hard with it? Felt sincere to her, at least....

In spite of the amount of focus she put into her intro, behind her back, her hands were still idly finicking with her device, as if they had a mind of their own. Strangely enough, she caught a barely audible 'click' from the sphere. Puzzled, she broke her line-of-sight with the rest of them as she brought the sphere back to her attention.

Needless to say, she wasn't prepared when it let out a spray of....Confetti? Now that was new. Beverly found herself suppressed under a steady stream of blue and white strands of confetti, practically buried after the few seconds the device had been active. In the pile of paper scraps, a single hand managed to poke through with a thumbs up. "....'M okay!" Could be heard muffled underneath. Inwardly, though, she might as well have been weeping. So much for first impressions...
Presidio

"Alright! Let’s...um, make the world a better place, one piece at a time! Yeah...."


She's not a Ward, but hey, she could be a mentor, hope y'all like her! :P

Edit: I made some CS edits because I had a few incorrect history details pointed out to me, they should be fixed now.


Alright, Presidio's lookin' good! Feel free to throw her in Characters when you find the chance. :)


Just gonna put this here >.>


Accepted :3 Get 'em over there!
Lost track of time so I guess this is here sooner than I thought it would be x)



What a cool take on a cloning power! Yeah, Morgan is certainly accepted. Get 'er on up in Characters!
Ay, a Worm RP, haven't seen one of these in a bit. I'm a bit on the fence in regards to joining--not because of the premise or the characters mind you--but uh...if this is still open, tentatively count me in?

One question, have you gotten any player villains yet?


Still open, yeah. As for PC baddies...Leaning away from those for now, but I'm not entirely opposed.


Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 5:45 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters




Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick....

Ugh, it was like he could feel the clock boring his skull open.

Truth be told, he had been dreading this day ever since it was dumped on him. All because he tried to be the smart guy in the room....Last time he made that mistake....Again. Fukuda could feel his eyebrows scrunching up in consternation; somehow, this was all going to blow up in their face. Maybe literally, given the fact they were bringing two Tinkers on board. Speaking of...

To at least take his mind off his impending doom, Atsushi took to reading the files they had handed off to him yet again. The details on those who had been picked out by him, or in a few niche cases, those who came to them instead. The subtle clicking of the clock could still be heard, in spite of his best efforts. Fifteen minutes. He'd given the kids a deadline; 6 PM. Roughly thirty minutes after most of them would be out from school. Time to arrange for anything, maybe get some food, or just goof off before something this high-stress. He didn't know.

He tried getting comfortable. The meeting area they'd set up for The Wards, lying just below the prison sector, had some pretty cushy seats, so there was that. Beyond that, though...Pretty sparse. A few terminals for them to use, keep track of things, watch out for teammates from the safety of HQ when/if necessary...Probably play video games if they were slacking off. That, and the still hidden-from-view foldaway monitor, for when important people (like himself, heh) had to make some big announcements to the team without being there, or fill them in on dire information that couldn't be passed onto their terminals. Alright, enough beating the damn bush. His personal datapad flipped open (thanks, Tech Wizard, for these complicated damn iPads), he began scanning through the files once more.

Hope (Andrew Bennet) [Hope Manipulation: Trump/Shaker (potential Master)]

Overclock (Sean Evens) [Escalation: Mover/Brute 2-10 (minor Breaker ability)]

Gray Man (Wilbur Levins) [Parahuman Deception: Master/Stranger 4 (potential Thinker ability)]

Workshop (Beverly Hillshire) [Chaos Creations: Tinker 5 (tentative 2+ in other Classifications)]

Schrödinger (Edwin Charles) [Preservative Teleportation: Mover 5/Thinker 2 (potential Trump ability)]

Scraprig (Jane Rosner) [Heavy Machinery/Human Interfacing: Tinker 4 (potentially misjudged, will be reevaluated with newer designs)]

V (Carmen Foster) [Object Cloning: Blaster 6/Shaker 6/Tinker 1]

That was all he could handle. The Director humbly closed the file and slid the pad away. These kids were gonna be a hassle...But it wasn't like he had much say in this. Roll with the punches...He took a breath, trying to push away the creeping sense of doubt about this, when the ping of the elevator rang out. Looks like the first arrival...




Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 5:48 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters




A fairly biting 33 degrees made worse by some moderate winds and the downfall of snow drifted by a young woman, huffing and puffing in motion. Her blue hoodie kept the worst of it off alongside the snow boots made for trudging through the fresh white coat paving the sidewalk, though she still found herself stumbling from the rush she was in. There might be twelve minutes left, but Beverly didn't care! There was NO WAY she would be late for this! And she'd be prone to if she didn't treat it like a hurry, get caught up on something or other...

And so she stormed forth, darting to and fro, barely avoiding other passing pedestrians on her way. "'Scuse me! Pardon! Oh, m'bad, sorry!" Passing apologies left and right to folks she nearly barreled over in her single-minded charge. The southern tinge of her voice stood out amongst the northerners of Redline, but most paid her little mind; beyond being in a rush, she was a polite young lady, at least.

"Let's see....Right from Circadia High, left on Queen Street, and then..." She glanced to the side and immediately recognized it; the PRT HQ, in all its menacingly dull glory! Beyond the fancy shield-based insignia denoting the building as such, she'd probably quicker assume it was some kind of prison, with the barred windows and tough-looking gray exterior. Still, in spite of the natural gloom of the locale, she was brimming with excitement. Oooh, this was gonna be great! She even had another example piece in case the Director fella asked her again! Though, she did wonder what had happened with the shortcake dispenser she'd made the last time around....

Regardless, steeling herself (or in this case, puffing her cheeks out and taking as close to a stern look as she could manage), the girl strutted her way right into the lobby!...And promptly shook all the snow off of her to the carpet below like a dog, pushing the hood away to reveal her mess of poofy brown hair, spilling all the way to the waist.

Almost instantly, she found herself caught by the eyes of the receptionist, barely raising a brow. "May I ask what you're doing here, young lady?" At first, Bev froze like a deer in the headlights. What was she doing here again? Her brain worked through that conundrum...Slower than she liked, because it kept going back to her unfinished project. Ugh, what was it....Right! Passcode thingy, to prove we're The Wards 'n all that.

"Ahem...'Scuse me! I've been a victim o' crime. Here to complain my pet hedgehog got sent to the future by, uh...The local chapter of Hell's Angels!"

Complete random nonsense. Perfect for proving you are who you are. With a curt nod, the receptionist buzzed an Officer into the room, who escorted her to the elevator...To the prison level? At first, Bev was pretty confused, but the fella guiding her along gave her a look that said 'shush', so she kept quiet. Eventually, near the back of the prison level, they approached a wall. It...Well, it was a wall. Just as she was about to question it, however, the man got closer to it, raising an eye to a small section of it. She couldn't repress herself seeing a neat scanner pop into existence, gleaning the gentleman's retina. "Ooh, retinal scanner...Like the movies! Neat..." She probably would've kept going, but surprisingly, she found herself staying restrained thanks to what happened next.

The wall unfolded itself, unveiling another elevator, going even further down. Subterranean base?! Oh, this is so cool! Seemed this was where her guide was leaving her though, merely gesturing the young lady to head on in. She did so with glee, quickly booping the button as her descent began...And the elevator opened.

Fukuda, for his part in this, just groaned. Workshop. Of course she was first...

Catching his glance, she gave a cute wave before hastily trotting over, her energy evident in each move she made. "Hiya, Mr. Fukuda! Or...Do I call ya Mr. Director now? Or just Director? Oh! Or is it like what Fashionista said, Director-san?" She stood at attention, like a puppy waiting to be pet. Atsushi was already regretting all his life decisions prior to this moment.

"....Director's fine. Go ahead and get comfy, we're still waiting on the others."

For her part, miss Hillshire gave a curt nod and plopped in a seat nearby, pulling out...Some weird metal sphere? Fukuda nearly had a heart attack just by her whipping it out so abruptly, but stopped when he recognized what she was doing. Tinkering with it idly. Either an unfinished project, or just something to keep her damn hands busy. Either way, not something that was immediately going to blow up in their face.

Small victories, and all that.

With a grim determination, he watched the elevator expectantly for the other youths. This was about to be a long, long day....





It's short and not my best work, but here it is.


Gave her the once-over and I like what I see! Consider her accepted, and welcome to The Wards! Get 'er on up in Characters. :)

Also congrats on being the baby of the group now lol
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