Dawnshade49- As requested, here is more :)
Snowcrystal of Thunderclan- I don't want to spoil it for everyone XD But I will say for everyone that reads this, that Cynthia, Holly, Bree, Jay, Leon, Ivory, Hannah, and Hadara are key characters in the plot :) Right after this I am releasing a short story for Cynthia's past :) hopefully it'll help explain a few things about how she acts :)
A Meeting, A Ring, And a Raid
Bree opened her eyes to the sound of impatient knocking on her flat room door. For a moment she pouted at the idea of having to get up, but then she brightened at the idea of having the entire day to help people and be happy. Reaching over she pulled open the door and fell off her bed in the process with a loud thump. "Hi!" She grinned at whoever it was, looking at them upside down with her legs being held straight by the braces she had and propped up on her bed.
"Hey Bree," Holly smiled at her, "I'm sending you and Jay to the friendly meeting today, sound good with you?"
"Of course! There'll be new people! And grumpy goofballs like Jay to cheer up!" She chirped happily, still upside down, her legs sliding to the right and off her bed so she careened sideways onto the floor.
"For Starclan's sake Bree," Jay grunted, getting off his bed and walking over before hauling the paralyzed girl back up onto her bed, "I can get the door, I'm not deaf."
"I know!" Bree grinned, "But it's fun saying hi!"
"Whatever you say, Bree. When's the meeting Holly?"
"In four hours, there's a three-hour long plane flight."
"What time is it Bree?" Jay asked her, knowing she liked to answer questions for him.
"Three-thirty in the morning!" Bree chirped, sliding off her bed into her wheelchair and rolling over to them.
"Starclan above! three-thirty in the morning?! He asked in a surprised and gruff tone.
"Yup!"
"The meeting is at eight and we wanted to make sure you guys would make it, the Star division is hosting it and you both know how far away their command center is," Holly informed him.
"It's in Hilgard, which is about three hours away by plane!" Bree grinned, randomly throwing out that information, she was still tired, and when she was tired she was stupidly hyperactive and didn't like to shut up. "Hilgard is really cool! With lots of really yummy food!-" Jay slapped a hand over her mouth,
"Bree, hush." She made a muffled noise and he removed his hand.
"Okay!" Bree grinned, going silent and instead of looking around her flat room, the room had been finally finished a month ago and she loved it. After spending at least two months arguing with him that she didn't want the room to be a plain dark gray color they finally agreed on a skyline color, Bree's side was a sunrise style along the wall of her bed with the sun emerging from behind her colorful bed, the walls between hers and Jays was a blue sky with half of the ceiling a dark purple night with glow in the dark stars ranging in sizes scattered along the purple half of the ceiling. The other half was a darker red pink color simulating the sun pushing the purple away and blending in with it at the edges. Jay's wall had a dark silver full moon painted to be raising from behind his bed as well, with small white circles looking like stars. Bree felt pride for the designs that she had drawn herself during the lulls between the different meetings, she had done all of it by hand, with the help of a short scaffolding system Jay had built.
"...We'll get on it, hear that Bree? Plane 114." Jay told her once she tuned back into the conversation.
"Got it!" She grinned, mentally picturing that specific plane, personally it was one of her favorites, being really comfortable with lots of entertaining game systems and electronics.
"I expect you two to be on time with no issues, you have an hour to get something extra to eat that's not from the plane and be professional, remember, you are representing the thunder division, we don't want Firen to be ashamed of your behavior."
"Understood Holly. Bree, cheering up people is after the meeting's discussion okay?"
"Okay!"
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Jay sighed and grumpily rolled his eyes, Bree was asleep on his shoulder once again, they'd been playing a video game to pass time this time, but Bree got bored and apparently decided sleep was a good alternative. With her quiet, he had a decent amount of silence that he was grateful for. Don't get him wrong, he didn't mind her constant happy chatter. In fact, it often amused him, but silence was where he was at home. He put down the video game control and took the one from Bree to put them both down on top of the console before picking up his book and settling in his chair, starting to run his fingertips along the pages of his book about mythical creatures and dragons. This book, in particular, was interesting, Bree had given him a braille copy for his birthday and they often read to each other with the other following along in their copy of the book.
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"Lean down and let me fix your collar." Bree chirped to Jay who obeyed and leaned down so she could fold his collar down and flatten the parts of his hair that were sticking up.
"Is it okay now? Can you stop touching me?" He asked curtly and got a serious but playful swat to the back of his head before she folded the cuffs of his sleeves correctly and did the buttons at the wrists.
"No, and stop whining," She chirped before allowing him to straighten up so she could make sure he didn't look like a blind and underdressed idiot. With a light blue long sleeve button down with the thunder division emblem emblazoned on the breast pocket, neat black denim pants, black converse and not tie; Jay was looking as sharp as his well known sharp tongue.
"I'm not whining." He said in the same curt tone, "I'm simply asking you to stop touching me."
"Well," She grinned mischievously and started poking him as high as she could reach, which was his stomach. "Because you said that I'm going to do it. That and I don't want you to look stupid in a room full of people who'd judge you."
"Ack! Stop poking me! Don't you have to get ready as well?" He swatted at her hand before grabbing her wrist to stop the annoying poking. He didn't acknowledge her other statement.
"Nope!" She smiled, popping the "p" and poking him with her other hand, "I'm already ready." Indeed she was; Bree was wearing a black ankle length skirt with a yellow blouse that had the thunder emblem emblazoned on the front pocket, a light beige colored cardigan over it with matching ankle boots to complete the ensemble. Despite not being able to use her legs she tried to look as normal as the everyday person was.
"Of course you are. Let's go alright? Leah's waiting for us and we don't want to be late or Holly'll kill us."
"Yup! Let's go!"
"Calm down you crazy hyperactive girl."
"Nope! Not yet!" She grinned widely at him, starting to push herself across the door towards the door, "We're not at the meeting yet!"
"I guess we aren't," He sighed, secretly amused at her overly hyper attitude, "Keep being hyper then." He followed her as they started going down the hallway, the wheels of Bree's chair making low soft noises.
"Yay!" Bree grinned at him happily, being the hyperactive person she usually was.
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Leah met up with them when they were almost there, Bree being her usual bouncy self and Jay rolling his eyes at her silliness. "You guys get here alright?" Jay's Aunt asked them, amber eyes warm and amused.
"Yup!" Bree grinned at her, "Hope you're having a good day so far!"
"We got here perfectly fine, besides Bree falling asleep and ending up more hyper than usual."
"You know you love it!" She grinned at him, amber eyes twinkling.
"You're crazy."
"Love you too!"
"Shut up."
"Okay!"
"Let's get to the meeting eh? Before Leah dies from her laughter." Jay sighed leading the way into the meeting room as his Aunt started laughing with a wide smile.
"Okay!" Bree chirped, rolling after him with a wide grin on her face, amber eyes sparkling joyfully. She quickly sobered as they entered the room, expression remaining happy and cheerful but being quiet and five leaders and other eight medics were all sitting in their respective spots around the meeting table, Leah took a seat next to the River medic that was her age while Jay took his seat next to the younger one,
Bree rolled over and parked her chair next to him, smiling at the five leaders, each of who cracked a small smile at her grin. Firen nodded slightly to her and Bree's smile widened; three years ago Firen had come up with the idea of having a moral support consultant do to the low morale and unwillingness of most of the people outside of Holly's subdivision. The leaders agreed and all of them looked for someone who would agree to do it, go to all the meetings, organize things, keep the group's moral up, and always be on duty and ready for the job. None of them found anybody until Firen turned to his granddaughter and asked if she had any idea on who would do it, right away Holly said Breanna Grayas, the girl who had become paralyzed and barely a month previous. So he asked the girl who'd been caught in an explosives ambush and broke her spine during it, and she agreed right away, despite being confined to a hospital room and barely managing to breathe on her own she still accepted the offer once she was released from constant monitoring.
"We're here to discuss the new personal transferring." Bailey spoke up, starting the meeting, "How are the divisions getting along with it?"
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"Why do we have to do it?" Hannah whined to her trainer, her light blue eyes glittering with annoyance, her lighter blonde hair sticking to her face from the rain.
"Because we were told to." Cynthia replied simply, using two fingers to push her midnight black sopping wet bangs behind her left ear, "We're being backup," She shifts her position from where she was patiently leaning against a dirtied brick wall, arms calmly folded.
"We're needed as a backup, plus everyone else needs their confidence boosted until Bree can organize the next Division Games," Leon says flicking his sopping wet hair out of his face, the spikes that his hair was usually styled as were nonexistent, instead his golden blonde hair was a darker shade and lying flat and messy against his head. He was leaning against the same wall as Cynthia, standing next to her and waiting patiently.
"But-"
"Hush!" Cynthia hissed, shushing her trainee, "If you want to complain and whine you can go back to base and whine in the training hall to a punching bag."
"Leon," Holly's voice came over their comlinks, "They need you to go in and help them get that steel door open, they're not having any luck with the bolt cutters."
"Roger Holly, I'll go break that lock." He jogged off into the broken yard, jumping over the fence in the process.
"I shouldn't have to listen to you," Hannah grunted angrily. It had been a week since she transferred to the thunder division and she was getting frustrated with her lack of success in rekindling her relationship with Leon, she blamed Cynthia for it. The black haired girl deemed her trainer was always with Leon when he wasn't out on the field and they couldn't be with him and it was ruining her attempts to rekindle the emotions she thought he still felt for her.
"Well tough, deal with it alright?" Cynthia sighed and Hannah wondered if she had endless amounts of patience or something with the way she blew everything off. A gleam of silver on one of her trainer's hands made her curiosity peak.
"What's that?" She asked, wondering why she hadn't noticed it before.
"What? This? It's just a reminder of a promise." Cynthia responded, not moving from her position.
"A promise? Is it-"
"A promise ring? Not the kind that your thinking of." She shrugs, not particularly fond of giving out that kind of personal information.
Hannah pulled Cynthia's arm so she could examine the silver band for any more information that she wasn't revealing. The ring was a thin silver band with a few sapphires the color of Cynthia's eyes tucked into the precious metal, the words, 'Forever, I promise' were engraved along the front in loopy cursive. She narrowed her eyes further, struggling to see the words from the rain battering their bodies, the sky apparently hated everyone today.
Cynthia patiently let her examine it, it didn't particularly bother her, it happened every time someone new trained or went out onto the field with her and she waterproofed it so it wouldn't get stained in her line of work. She shivered slightly remembering the horrible stench of having a few gallons of blood dumped on her during an interrogation, luckily she had hidden the ring or the idiots would've tried to use her as ransom. As if shattering right her leg to splinters wasn't enough. Speaking of screwed up limbs she needed to get out of the rain or she was going to catch a cold from the chill coming from the artificial structures in that leg that was heightened due to the rain. "Holly, is there any shelter near here?" Quickly glancing at Hannah she found an excuse that wouldn't make her be brought back to base. "Hannah's starting to shiver."
"Oh, right, sorry Cynthia, should've told you where some were earlier. About ten feet to your left there's an overhang over a hut. Leon's on his way back, ready your pistol, they might have people chasing them and you're the only one able to see through the sheets of rain that are the weather today." Holly told her in a crisp tone, she obviously wasn't super worried and Cynthia was always a sniper back up, with her small pistol she could shoot down a tiny match from six-hundred feet away without using a scope.
"Thanks, Holly." Cynthia ushered Hannah over to the shelter and took the pistol -used to shoot modified sleep darts- out of her belt and expanded her senses, shortening her smell and taste to normal and expanding her hearing and vision. She blinked once and her vision was clear, the rain drops were so small her brain didn't register them. For extra measure she let Leon know via the link she was going to use their ability to see through each other's eyes and scope for a second. She got a sense of affirmation from him and closed her eyes before focusing on Leon's vision, carefully making him walk in a circle and look up every few seconds while he controlled what he was doing. Right away she noticed a guy standing on top of a building in black clothing taking aim at the group.
Quickly retreating from Leon, she jumped and hauled herself up onto a window ledge, carefully balancing on the sturdy but slick marble ledge, she aimed her pistol at the guy and equipped her silencer before pressing the trigger and the guy went down a second later. Her bullets were made out of thin sturdy glass, designed to explode on impact , shatter into a fine dust, and release a heavy dose of knockout gas, the closer to the mouth and nose the better; usually, she aimed for the chin so it would explode right under the poor victim's nose.
"What're you doing?" Hannah asked looking up at her, temporarily not angry and instead curious.
"Knocking out some lovely little poor-shot snipers," Cynthia replied and shot down another one. The Slashing blades used real bullets that killed, Cynthia's? Not so much, they'd be out for a few days to a week depending on how much they breathed in but it never killed.