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7 yrs ago
Current Slight bit of depression setting in... I apologize if things are taking longer than usual. Just trying to assure the same level of quality in my posts to you guys.
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7 yrs ago
*Has the sudden urge to come back to the Guild*.... *Guild is down*.... WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?! *Literally the story of my life lol*
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8 yrs ago
One of these days I will learn to not input my opinions where they are not wanted on social media.... TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY. >.<
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8 yrs ago
2 1/2 hours in and I'm already done with the new year. T.T
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8 yrs ago
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I'd say more or less 100? How's that sound, @WilsonTurner


Bumped him up to 105 and sent you a PM of what I had in mind. Nothing outside of the rules, just me being a sadistic writer again... I've gotten better at it since we first started this adventure. I'm quite proud. XD
@Obscene Symphony

Yeah, no problem I'll shoot a PM in a second. And if you guys need me to, I forgot he was so young from the last one so I don't mind updating his age a little. I did want him to stay on the younger side though, so if you want me to age him up, an estimate of where your comfortable would be preferable to just trial and error. XD
@Obscene Symphony

No, no. It's much more fun than mind control, mind control is boring. I'm sure that would be one of many rumors about the guy, but I think you'll like it when you get to see it in action. Let's just say, he's not know as "The Wraith" for nothing. ;)

Glad to be back my friend!


Ready for Review
@Ellion@darkwolf687 That whole dominant gene thing right? The Drakken genes are more dominant than the Gem genes so by all counts, the kid looks and behaves like a natural asshole Drakken. ^.^

@Obscene Symphony HAI SYMPH!

@WilsonTurner Sounds good, I still have access to my old characters so I think I'm going to spiff them up a little to save some time. XD I have Spanish class at 2 tho, so we'll see how fast I can work.
Well, if you'll let me poke in again... I've been looking for something to pick up my spirits, and I know this'll do the trick.
I've missed this so much... But I don't want to jinx it's longevity. (Still feels slightly responsible for last death T.T)
Luka marched behind the men silently, respectfully listening to everything being said. From what she could tell, their current target had considerable strength, however there had been no indication from the report as to whether this strength was physical or something else entirely. To some, that thought might have been hard to grasp, but there were a lot of things N.A.I.L. had to deal with that the world wasn't ready to recognize yet. The young agent was pulled from these thoughts as they approached a SWAT van. Her head perked up as Ross gave her an order, her response relayed in the form of a nod of her head. She slipped into a seat on the other side of the van, her small frame allowing her to fit rather conveniently without taking up too much space.

Placing her case on her lap, she unlatched the box and cracked open the lid and slipped out a metallic band. She latched the band around her head like a crown, blinking a few times to get used to the displays popping up in her vision. Quietly Luka clicked her case shut again and sat back with a blank look on her face. Seeming to stare off into space, Luka ran through the streams of data her bots relayed to her through the cellphones of the people in the car. Surprisingly enough, there were a lot of different reports. Some of them were completely bogus, however just as many could have been considered credible... Oddly enough, Luka didn't recognize any of them as having been reported to N.A.I.L. during the crisis. Exhaling slowly, Luka closed her eyes and removed the band from her head. "Sir, as far as I can tell this town has had minimal exposure to powered criminals. None of the public records make supervillain status, however there have been multiple reports of mysterious crimes being committed. Most were left unsolved, however one has our seal attached... Back from the year 1983. We implemented maximum information lockdown, codename Operation Red Sea. Will you be requiring a refresher on the case sir?" She asked, waiting to put her device away until she was sure she wouldn't need it again.
The elite N.A.I.L. team stretched their limbs gratefully as the helicopter came in for the landing, moving in perfect unison as the door opened to release them. Each grabbing their own personal gear, the group disembarked from the aircraft and spilled out onto the tarmac where they awaited their commander’s instructions. Before they had arrived, the team had received an initial briefing on the events that had been occurring within the area, but they never took much stock in reports from outside sources. Their job at this scene was to determine the threat level with their own eyes, and to make a judgement call based off that assessment. Until then, the majority of the group was essentially on standby until their particular talents were required. Almost as if to punctuate this point, Captain Ross put the team to work setting up their base camp while calling one agent in particular forward to follow him. A red haired man smirked to himself as he fell back with the rest of the group, watching as the youngest of their group answered the boss’ summons.



Luka, an odd agent donning pale pink hair, fell into step behind the Captain with an expression more blank than serious. Despite her age of only 22, Luka Marsons had already proven her use as a field analyst. She held a natural intuition much higher than the average person’s, even outperforming the machines on occasion. The girl had a knack for finding what didn’t want to be found and had a photographic memory to file all the information away when she didn’t have the assistance of technology. She wasn’t without her faults though, seeing as she was clumsy as all hell, anything but a social butterfly and one of the weakest agents allowed into the field in the history of the N.A.I.L. organization. In her right hand was a briefcase identical to those a few of her teammates had been carrying, though the inside of this case was a little different from the rest of the standard gear. “How can I be of assistance, sir?" She asked flatly. To those who didn’t know her, she probably sounded bored and insincere, however that was anything but the case with Luka.



Back at the airport, the rest of the team was getting to work on setting up their make-shift base. Portable computers, weapons, cases locked with biometric scans so that only the chief could open them… It was a strange collection of stuff, but such was the way of N.A.I.L. and its people. Kyle Shark, the red headed agent with attitude sat with his back against the wall while the rest of the agents set up camp. He spent his time cleaning his prize possession, a long range rifle that looked like it could have been used for sniping if it had any sort of scoped attached. “20 bucks she trips more than once within the first hour.” One of the guys chuckled, not even needing to say Luka’s name for everyone to realize whom he was referring to. Kyle smirked and raised his weapon, aiming it at the wall to test its balance. “Bonus 10 if she faceplants.” He countered pulling the trigger, listening contently to the empty click as the weapon tried to fire an empty shot.
I've been away for a little bit so I'm a tad out of the loop.... Where am I, and what's going on in here? XD
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