Beautiful Poison

your friend with it:

How she wouldn't give to be rid of the weight of leadership and return to a simpler time when she and her sisters would do justice that needed done.

She was lost in thought when she heard something familiar.

He eyed her then to the work on her desk, "Still burying yourself in vork, Oblivion?" He asked her before he looked to different papers then to her. "Isn't it getting tiring yet?"

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. The work is piling up and I've had to deal with so many reports. Not to mention everything that's been happening." Oblivion stood up from her chair, leaning on the desk for support. "Iwish things could be simpler, but until the laws and regulations are put into place, or End Gate is recognized as an official government liason... I need to keep working."

He smirked and said, "Though I fear I von't be a distraction in the vay I vant to be." He chuckled and eyed her, "Glad to see you are still around though and not in a scrap yard somevhere.." He moved to stand up again fully, crossing his arms, "Sucks to see your plans are not going as vell as one vould hope. But it is alvays a bitch to get things the vay ve vant them to be."

She started walking with Sanctum, looking over the balcony to the lava in the volcano below. "I know we built the base here for renewable energy, but it's beautiful. Especially when it's so calm like this."

He then heard her address him, he looked to her and smiled. He then responded to her, "I must agree, this place is nice vhen calm.. Though I must admit.. I am just enjoying the varmth." He chuckled and added, "As for how I been... I suppose I could be better.. Been through worse stuff in my life though so I am not bothered."

How she wouldn't give to be rid of the weight of leadership and return to a simpler time when she and her sisters would do justice that needed done.

She was lost in thought when she heard something familiar.

He eyed her then to the work on her desk, "Still burying yourself in vork, Oblivion?" He asked her before he looked to different papers then to her. "Isn't it getting tiring yet?"

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. The work is piling up and I've had to deal with so many reports. Not to mention everything that's been happening." Oblivion stood up from her chair, leaning on the desk for support. "Iwish things could be simpler, but until the laws and regulations are put into place, or End Gate is recognized as an official government liason... I need to keep working."

He smirked and said, "Though I fear I von't be a distraction in the vay I vant to be." He chuckled and eyed her, "Glad to see you are still around though and not in a scrap yard somevhere.." He moved to stand up again fully, crossing his arms, "Sucks to see your plans are not going as vell as one vould hope. But it is alvays a bitch to get things the vay ve vant them to be."

She started walking with Sanctum, looking over the balcony to the lava in the volcano below. "I know we built the base here for renewable energy, but it's beautiful. Especially when it's so calm like this."

How she wouldn't give to be rid of the weight of leadership and return to a simpler time when she and her sisters would do justice that needed done.

She was lost in thought when she heard something familiar.

He eyed her then to the work on her desk, "Still burying yourself in vork, Oblivion?" He asked her before he looked to different papers then to her. "Isn't it getting tiring yet?"

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. The work is piling up and I've had to deal with so many reports. Not to mention everything that's been happening." Oblivion stood up from her chair, leaning on the desk for support. "Iwish things could be simpler, but until the laws and regulations are put into place, or End Gate is recognized as an official government liason... I need to keep working."

I give you cats

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When Reaper stood in front of her, Chic tried to lean closer, seemingly trying to bite him. And when she couldn’t reach him, she let out another scream, trashing wildly before suddenly falling silent when he hit her at the back of her neck.

The black bubbles vanished, and her body went limp, head hanging down.

“Bed.” she ordered, “Now.” and spun on her heels to leave.

Drift finally registered all that had happened, and snapped his attention back to their boss. “Hey, how did you know how to snap her out of it?”

“Simple deductive reasoning.” Reaper didn’t hesitate to answer as he straightened his sleeve, face hard to read as ever. “I first suspected such when Susie had her hands around her neck earlier while she was cuffed. That, coupled with the strange liquid bubbling from her tattoo, as well as Roseanne’s account of her first combat with Miss Susie’s…alter, that is, helped me arrive at my conclusion. If strangulation was the cause of her relapse, then we may have to consider the possibility there’s a trigger in her neck undetectable to the human eye.”

Carbide’s head was bowed then in sweet relief. Red Knight approached the two, smoothing a hand over Chic’s hair before reaching under and relieving their tech specialist of his duty. She carried the poor girl in her arms with a worried expression plastered on her face.

She sighed, burying her face against Red’s shoulder before muttering a quiet “I’m sorry.”

The knight found herself stepping through an open doorway back in the infirmary in no time, and carried Chic back over to the bed she woke in upon arrival. She was careful not to drop her too hard, setting her down gently before pulling the covers up and stepping back to sit down in a chair adjacent to her resting place.

She did say they were always watching.

“So,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “Do we have a Code Tilted on our hands?”

The first one to speak up was Red Knight. “I hate to admit it, but yeah. Chic’s team is f*cking ruthless. If they did to their other agents what they did to her, I think we can say the island is in way more danger than we originally thought.”

“And she said the group’s name was A.L.T.E.R.?” Field Surgeon chimed in, arms crossed over her chest. “As in, the opposite of Team E.G.O.?”

“Yeah. Some other girl had the same gas mask symbol sewn on her pouch that Chic has on her strap.”

“This is bad…” Drift put his hands behind his head, huffing so his bangs relocated up off his forehead. “If they’re anything like Alpha Dark-”

“They are nothing like Alpha Dark.”

The three save for Thomas turned their heads to glance at Carbide, his brow furrowed in frustration.

“Alpha Dark believed in survival of the fittest, that only the best of the best deserved to live. They knew when to exercise mercy. but A.L.T.E.R.? These guys don’t care about the lives or the things they’re taking. They do everything for their personal benefit without considering the casualties. Robberies, assassinations, terror attacks, they’re all on the table.”

“And I’m guessing E.G.O. hasn’t straightened them out yet?”

Carbide squinted, as if what his friend just asked was the dumbest question he heard all week. “No, Drift. They haven’t. I’ve been doing some digging while you guys were taking care of Chic. These guys are practically clones of E.G.O. Perfect doppelgängers who can match if not outright beat them at every turn. How is that not obvious?”

“Well how the heck am I supposed to know any of this upfront? My eyes aren’t glued to the security feed every waking moment like yours.”

“Guys, get a grip.” Red’s voice cut in, before she closed her eyes and huffed. “Getting agitated isn’t gonna do us any good. We need to buckle down and come up with a plan. The longer we let A.L.T.E.R. run free on the island, the worse things are gonna get until it reaches a point the damage becomes irreversible. Reaper, what do you think about all this?”

The four turned their full attention to the team ringleader, who had a hand placed to his chin in contemplation. Reaper looked deep in thought, gaze pensive while he stared at the floor.

“…Thomas?”

Reaper straightened his cuffs, swept a hand over his neatly combed hair, and with a serious look in his eyes breathed in a steady stream of air before pulling out his communication device.

“Call our new associates, and inform them to meet us at the base on Mount Kay.”

Part 2 

Despite her armor being made of metal, it felt warm to the touch. Almost as if she were baking inside it. Even with the helmet in her hands, she looked… distressed? Was that the correct term for her look, without the makeup? 

By the time they had reached his room, she was already asleep in his arms. Almost like old times. Though the only times she would get this headstrong was usually when she was sick and trying to ‘power through’ … 

He had to admit though, she looked cute in just a big shirt but he would contain himself. He still loved her as well but at this point it was best to behave. He was happy to see her asleep and relaxed, she seemed to rarely get any but as long as he had a say in it she was going to. He had done it many times and it only did more damage then good.

Part 2 

Despite her armor being made of metal, it felt warm to the touch. Almost as if she were baking inside it. Even with the helmet in her hands, she looked… distressed? Was that the correct term for her look, without the makeup? 

By the time they had reached his room, she was already asleep in his arms. Almost like old times. Though the only times she would get this headstrong was usually when she was sick and trying to ‘power through’ …