The Temperament Corps IC

[Beans]

The silver-haired young woman had a good deal of things in life.
She had this room---not exactly a mansion, but there was a bed and a desk and a place to keep the small stack of CDs she would not part with.

She had her art---people would say it was good, but they didn't understand. There was always something wrong, and if they didn't see it then they were lying to sound nice. However, she'd learned to stop destroying things after making them.

She had... teammates. They could work her nerves into a screaming frenzy, but they weren't all that bad. One in particular was very good at getting her hackles raised, but she probably didn't intend to. Most of the time.
Or maybe she did.

The young woman tossed away the softworn, oversized shirt she'd slept in and pulled on a black t-shirt, grey khakis. A moment of consideration and she pulled on a grey sportcoat, plain and dull. She had her reasons, though she'd always lie and claim it was to have more pockets.

Sketchpad under her arm and pencils in an inside pocket of her jacket, she stepped out into the hall, brushing silvery hair from her rainy grey eyes.

Black Irukandji headed down to the common room; Miss Harker had mentioned there were things to talk about this morning.

[KerfuffleMach2]

In another room lived another young woman. Again, the interior was fairly simple. A bed, a dresser, a desk, a slim shelf with a couple dozen well-worn books on it. Some weights on the floor by the desk. A pole in one corner, near the ceiling, going from one wall to another.

From this pole, hanging by her arms, was the room's current occupant. The muscles in her arms and necked bulges slightly as she pulled her black and red haired head over the pole, her blue eyes staring straight ahead with determination.

Ninety-nine...

Slowly letting out a breath, she lowers herself again, her knees bent to keep her bare feet off the floor. She takes another breath and pulls again.

One hundred...

She drops to the floor, completing her morning routine. Satisfied, she walks to the dresser and pulls out her clothes for the day. Grey underwear, black cargo pants, white socks, white tank top. She pulls on her black combat boots last, then heads out her door and to the common room. There was a meeting today, and Yellow Harpy was on her way to it.

[NotScaryBats]

Of French descent, and with the strange disorder of albinism, Green Chameleon dyes her hair jet black, wearing it spiky and short -- but still long enough to get in her eyes. She has large, pink eyes, with an innocent sparkle to them. Graceful and athletic, the French girl has been practicing gymnastics (and later, free-running and cat-burglary) her entire life. Not very large, but with well-toned muscles, the girl is about twenty years old.

The Green Chameleon had finished her morning workout early, showered, and had been lurking in her room for nearly half an hour, door open a crack, waiting. An unremarkable room it was, with a bed and nightstand, a diary and nothing else.

What was she waiting for? Her target came down the hallway at last!

With the nonchalance of a kitten with a ball of yarn, Green Chameleon stepped out of her room and happened to find a certain silver-haired girl walking down the hall.

Not one to start a conversation, Green Chameleon simply enjoyed sharing the hallway with the girl. She beamed to herself, feeling quite happy, daydreaming about the other girl bumping into her, introducing herself, sharing her artwork...

[Lady Serpentine]

Circuits. Blueprints. Fragments of code. Diagrams for machines. These were what Red Wolf had chosen to decorate the walls of her room with, as well as dozens of screens, some fixed, others ever-changing, and a few that she used normally, though the space under her bed was filled with books.

Other than that, there was little in the way of furniture in her room; a pair of chairs suitable for use as beds, if need be, a desk, covered in disassembled machinery, and a small workbench, various half-completed projects scattered across it.

Standing from one of the chairs, she ran a hand through her hair, to make sure that the dark blue dye she used on it had dried, and, seeing that it had, slipped into a pale green t-shirt, marked with a spidery silver design, and a pair of white jeans, then slipped into the hall, a short way behind Black and Green, following the pair to the common room.

[Beans]

Black Irukandji glances over at Chameleon. Some people might refer to the little French girl as "cute", but it had been long ago (if ever) that the silver-haired saboteur had last cared about things being "cute". Ask her, and she would refer to their team's master of infiltration and sniping as "visually appealing."

You seem very positive about something, Scales. Ah, her little nicknames for her teammates. So far, they were the closest things she'd done to affectionate gestures.

[NotScaryBats]

Shocked out of her daydreaming by her fellow teammate's comment, Chameleon smiles broadly, her face turning red almost instantly. Against her snow white skin, the effect is very noticeable. "Oui," Green Chameleon responds in a quiet voice, too embarrassed to elaborate. She silently hopes her hopes and looks at the floor and hallway wall.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Yellow Harpy leaves her room just as Red Wolf walks past her door. She falls in step just a little behind the other woman, close enough to hold a conversation.

So, any ideas wha' this mee'ing's abou'? Her Midwest accent cuts out many of her "t" sounds.

[Lady Serpentine]

Yellow Harpy leaves her room just as Red Wolf walks past her door. She falls in step just a little behind the other woman, close enough to hold a conversation.

So, any ideas wha' this mee'ing's abou'? Her Midwest accent cuts out many of her "t" sounds.

"Not really," Wolf replies, shrugging, and glancing back at her teammate. "New training, perhaps? Or it could be we're going out for the first time. Or neither. Maybe we're just being given ridiculous instructions passed down to Miss Harker from people who have no idea what we're like and what's going on here."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Harpy nods a little. Well, hopefully it's an assignmen'. I'm itchin' to get ou' an' do stuff alrea'y.

[Beans]

Shocked out of her daydreaming by her fellow teammate's comment, Chameleon smiles broadly, her face turning red almost instantly. Against her snow white skin, the effect is very noticeable. "Oui," Green Chameleon responds in a quiet voice, too embarrassed to elaborate. She silently hopes her hopes and looks at the floor and hallway wall.
Iru shrugs as they walk, eventually coming to the meeting room with its dull grey table, its black plastic chairs; Ms. Harker is waiting for them already.

She is a woman who would melt into any crowd; average height, average Caucasian skin, average brown hair, average brown eyes. Even the beige sportcoat and cream turtleneck she wears are unremarkable. She sits at the head end of the table, watching the team enter.

[NotScaryBats]

Green Chameleon slinks into the room and takes a seat. These things always made her nervous, and today was no exception. She finger - combs her hair and doesn't say anything.

[Lady Serpentine]

Harpy nods a little. Well, hopefully it's an assignmen'. I'm itchin' to get ou' an' do stuff alrea'y.

Red Wolf shrugs, and nods, not really having anything to say in response to that.

When they arrive at the meeting room, she slides into one of the seats next to Green Chameleon, smiling a bit at her, though she won't try to start a conversation unless the other girl does.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Yellow Harpy strides over to her normal seat and takes it, her full attention on Ms. Harker now.

[NotScaryBats]

Green Chameleon is having a great day. She waves happily at the other girl and beams at her. She doesn't really pay attention to Ms Harker until she starts to talk.

[Lady Serpentine]

"Morning, Cam," Wolf said softly, briefly returning the wave, apparently having decided that talking to the albino will be more interesting than simply waiting. "How are you doing?"

[NotScaryBats]

"Bonjour, Loupe Rouge," Green Chameleon replies. She pauses for a moment, wrinkling her nose in concentration as she digs up the appropriate phrase from her memory. "Very good and you? she says in her thick accent.

[Lady Serpentine]

"I'm doing alright too," Wolf replies, grinning slightly at her companion. "And I'm glad to hear things are going well for you... Anything good in particular going on, or are you just generally happy?"

[Beans]

Iru sits down at her seat between Wings and Scales---that is, Harpy and Chameleon.

Ms. Harker smiles at them, adjusting her glasses.
Good morning, team. Today begins your first major assignment. Are we all ready to begin the briefing?

[NotScaryBats]

Looking like she's about to say something, Green Chameleon's mouth snaps shut as Ms Harker starts to talk. She smiles apologetically to her teammate, and focuses on the leader of the group, not wanting to miss any important information because she's distracted.

With how close everyone is to one another, it will only be a matter of time before they are all a big, happy family. Green Chameleon looks forward to the day <3

[KerfuffleMach2]

Harpy nods to Ms. Harker, careful to not seem too eager.

However, her mind is racing with excitement.

Finally! Enough with this training. Time to get out there!

[Lady Serpentine]

Wolf shrugs, smiling reassuringly at Chameleon, as if to say 'it's fine, not your fault', before turning her attention to Miss Harker, seeming, while calm, to be fairly pleased they'll actually be doing something.

"Certainly seems like we are..."

[Beans]

Iru nods shortly. Last week's Cambium test had... well, the after-effects were not quite her cup of tea. But she still knows she's one of the best at her job.
Ready as possible.

The brunette nods, smiling slightly.
Good... your first assignment will take place here.
She taps something on a tablet, causing the map on the screen behind her to zoom in on the US, then Montana, and then a small part of the state. A research facility is there and was recently holding several classified pieces of Kusakacorp technology. While those items are tracked down, we want you to infiltrate the facility and take as much relevant data as you can find. Their security doesn't look too high, but this won't be a cakewalk---the facility takes advantage of the landscape as seen here.
A picture comes up of a blocky white complex atop a mesa, dusted with snow.
Here you can see there's only one path up, this road here. The point where it enters the facility is guarded fairly well, but I'm sure you can figure out a way to get around that.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Harpy studies the map carefully, committing every detail to memory. She knows a copy of it will be uploaded to her suit before they leave, but it can't hurt to remember what she can.

Is there some kinda time limi' fer this?