Project Geneseed [Closed]

It had been a long time since Hosa had been out of the country and she felt her heart sink as she remembered that she wasn't here to sight-see. It was a mission, one that she was a bit surprised that she had signed up for but she couldn't stand idle while that poor Eve was held prisoner. Besides, it was her duty to protect the students of Beata in case anything went wrong. She gazed out at the landscape before them, taking in the town they were in before she was jolted out from her thoughts as Jonathan spoke up.

"Of course, Jeb," Hosa let a smile flicker onto her face, letting a small southern accent favor her words as well as she turned, digging through her purse for the money she had been given. She shook her head as she pulled out the money, pressing it into the cabbie's hands before she turned to give the village another pass. "It's a beautiful place," she noted with a happy sigh as she clasped her hands together as her eyes glimmered. "I'm so happy that we decided to come!"

Sasori, dressed in a casual grey tshirt and blue jeans with some black converses and a black zip up hoodie, and some of his sand covered his hair making his hair looking a sandy blonde, with dark brown contacts. He looked towards Katie as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "You going to be okay Callie?" He said raising a disguised sandy blonde eyebrow. As he talked in a southern accent he fought the urge to wrinkle his nose and frown.

Callie, or as she really was: Katie, looked over at Sasori and gave him a simple nod. "Yes, Sammy," she said, replying curtly so she did not have to speak much. She was dressed, probably for the first time in her life, in a t-shirt and jeans, instead of her usual uniform dress. It felt... strange, yet liberating to be in this attire. It was even more liberating to be off on a mission, doing something rather than just sit around and figure out her dumb power. She was ready to rip and tear at those Agrona monsters that dared to call themselves people and harm a fellow student of hers... not that she cared much about the other student. She was more concerned about getting to use what she had learned.

Heron glanced at the others with a bit of confusion. What was with the accents? He let go of the camera hanging around his neck, running a hand through his shortened hair. While the others seemed the have made an effort to dye their hair or even wear contacts, all the young man had done was get it done in a trendy, very American undercut. It felt strange to have a breeze graze the side of his head, even more so to know that what had once been his hair was now a lump of dirt in his back pocket. Although some might be just plain dirt that he'd accidentally picked up along with his transformed hair. It was weird.

Instead of taking on an overly thick drawl - something he couldn't do anyway, being from Detroit - he put an overly large grin on his face, holding up the camera. "Hey!" He snapped a picture before his "tourist group" could respond. If they had to play the part of overly-enthusiastic tourists, then he was planning on doing it well. "Come on, smile!" He stuck his tongue out at them from behind the camera.

Sasori nodded and took his key to his room. He unlocked the door and set his bag onto his bed. He locked his bedroom door and went to the bathroom before turning the shower on and striping out of his clothes. His sand fell off him and gathered inside a small bag before he set it down and got into the shower. When he was done he dried off and grbbed his bag full of sand and went to the bed. He set a timer on his phone for about an hour and then went to sleep. By the time his phone rang Sasori had woken up and turned off his alarm. He changed and put his sand and contacts back on and just sat there and starting to think. Would his fighting be good enough for this mission? Could he kill again if needed..?

Katie put on dark clothes, deep in color for camouflage in dark places. She looked like a goth or a mourner to anyone unsuspecting. She did not carry weapons aside from knives to allow herself to tap into her power, which came from her own blood, or to slit throats if she ran out of the amount fluid that was safe for her to lose without passing out. Her knives were concealed on the underside of her skirt and were checked for sharpness. She also had a button on her chest that had a pin on the backside, just in case she lost her arsenal.

She was morbidly curious, excited to put these Agrona cretins down, excited to be able to use her gift to its full extent with what she now knew about it. Sitting perfectly still in the lobby, her mind buzzed with all the possibilities of potential executions. Yes, she was thinking straight to the kill. But wasn't everyone?

Once Heron reached his own hotel room he was quick to rush to the bathroom mirror. His hand scooped the dirt out of his back pocket and held it up to his head, where it reattached at his own natural hair. He'd need as much expendable material as possible. "Damn." In dredging up his hair, he'd thrown everything else in his pockets all over the tiles. There were, among other things; a seashell, a shard of glass, various wires, a pinch of sand, all kinds of pebbles, tin foil, and some small twigs. He nearly cut hit finger on the glass, something that he'd been keen to snatch from the tarmac outside. Perhaps he'd ask the others if they had any trash on them he could have as well.

His gaze lingered on the little bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner in the shower area. Well, everyone stole these things, why shouldn't he? In taking what he assumed was shampoo, he was reminded of how nearly every kid he's ever met misunderstood what "No tears!" meant. 'English is frustrating, even as a native speaker.' Even now he could only read it as "Teers", not "Tehrs". Maybe he could express every kid's sudden distrust of hair products later tonight. Although, if he ever had to transform into a gas everything he had brought would be lost.

'Is that bleach? Don't mind if I do!'

He'd basically gutted the room for stuff when he realized what time it was. The digital clock on the beside table read 5:57. The young man nearly stumbled out of the room, the camera still dangling from his neck. His hands still had bits of debris from scouring the area for anything useful. "Sorry about that!" He wasn't wearing black per-say, but a worn-out navy blue t-shirt. He didn't have anything that could be considered a weapon by any means, except perhaps the glass shard that was threatening to shank him in the leg through his front pocket.

Hosa smiled at 'Jeb' as she took the key to her room from him, giving him a nod at the plans to meet at the 6:00. Picking up her suitcase, she followed after the younger students as they all separated to their own rooms. As she reached her room, she carefully unlocked it before she slipped inside and settled down onto the bed, placing the suitcase next to her as she stared down at it with an uncertain gaze. "What am I even doing..." she mumbled to herself as she raised a hand, brushing back a lock of hair from her face. She hated doing missions despite how strong she was - it all stemmed from the first one she had been on she supposed but yet...Yet she had found herself signing up the moment she had spotted it. She blamed her motherly instincts, wanting to protect the students who were joining but also...Also she couldn't leave the young Eve in the hands of such vile people. And perhaps this mission would also help safeguard those back at Beata.

She sat there, staring at the ground for a long before she finally forced herself to stand up. She opened up the suitcase, pulling out her own dark-colored outfit. It was a simple dress - not meant for combat but Hosa wasn't going to be fighting in it if they did encounter trouble so it barley mattered. As she left her room, she pulled on a loose-fitting coat over the dress as she headed for the lounge where the others would be. As she entered the room, she swiftly crossed it to reach the others as they started to gather. She gave Jonathan the best smile she could as she prayed that this mission would go smoothly...But if not, she knew she would risk everything to keep everybody safe even if it meant putting herself in great danger.

Sasori sighed it was 5:30 already, in just half an hour they would be off.. He stood and got changed into his outfit, some loose black cloth jeans, a black shirt, black shoes, and a baggy black hoodie zipped up. He put the sand and the contacts back on and walked over to his suit case and opened in revealing a folded sword and a couple knifes. He strapped the folded sword to his stomach and the knives onto his waist where the bulkiest part of the hoodie covered. This was just in case he didn't know if they'd need these weapons but if it came to it they could use them. He walked out of his room and locked the door behind him. He walked to the lobby and gave the others a smile trying to blend in a little.

Sasori was instantly on high alert as soon as they left the building and Jonathan asked Hosa to check out a building. Sand crept up the boys leg and into all his pockets, his emergency stash. Pulling sand from anywhere was easy manipulating it but to make it kill or even attack somebody he was sure out of practice. He'd bet that the enemy would just laugh at the sand until it tightened around their throat or pierced their heart or even crushed their bodies spraying blood all over him. Not that he'd done that to anybody on purpose anyways.. His eye twitched and he had a weird feeling in his gut. Something was definetly going to go wrong on this mission..

Hosa did her best to keep up a chipper smile for the group as they left, taking up the rear of the group to herd the students in keeping up with Jonathan as he led the small group. As they walked, she scanned the surrounding area as she remained on guard, already thinking through what forms of hers could be used if they got into combat and would be good for protecting the others. Her focus however wasn't on where they were going - she was trusting that Jonathan would somehow pin-point the location they were seeking. She was pleasantly correct when he came to a stop and called out to her, her attention focusing on the building he pointed out. "Alright," she hummed as she spared a small glance around to make sure nobody was paying attention to the group before her form shifted.

Within seconds, she was replaced with a small gray and brown colored bird as she fluttered her wings to take flight. Hosa had done her work on learning the different types of animals that lived in Serbia before the mission so she wouldn't look out of place and so she was now a European nightjar. She quickly gained air with a few flap of her wings before she swooped silently toward the building, her nightjar eyes perfect for night vision as her dark plumage help hide her.

She gave the building a curious once-over as she circled it, taking note of the two guards that were stationed outside. They were armed meaning that if they did have to take them out to get in, they would want to do it fast and by surprise. Luckily there didn't seem to be any other guards about...But who knew how many could be lurking within the building. Speaking of...Her eyes caught movement in the windows, making out different forms moving within as she paused her flight, flapping to stay airborn. After a few moments, she turned and glided back to the group before she took on her normal form and turned to Jonathan. "Other then the two guards in the front, the building looks clear but there are people in there for certain," she reported in a soft tone as she glanced over her shoulder at the building. "The place is suspicious thought with those guards for sure and something is just...Off. I don't know what but I think that is the place we want."

Heron kept himself towards the middle, pretending to take a few pictures with the camera. He's actually forgotten to take it off back in the hotel room, but it might prove useful later tonight. Either for physical evidence to bring back, or for the components inside, he was sure that he'd be grateful for his forgetfulness.

In the midst of pointing the black device at a giant, starlit tree ahead, his group suddenly stopped and the tall student nearly ran into Jonathan. 'That building there?' It surely didn't seem like the place for dastardly experiments, he wouldn't have looked at it twice during the day. He watched Hosa transform and investigate the premises, not at all alarmed at the sudden occurrence, and he knew of her capabilities well enough to not underestimate her. She could've made him into bird food during the tourney two years ago had he not acted quick enough. Actually, maybe he could do something similar to what he did back then.

His gaze scanned the ground for a place he could put his things, and upon finding a sizable divot, emptied his pockets into it so as not to lose track of the things he'd brought, including the camera. Still crouched above the hole, he turned to look at the Guardians, speaking softly so as not to be overheard. "Mind if I get them out of the way?" Even while waiting for a response, Heron held his breath for as long as he could. Then, when no one else beside the others in the team could see, he disappeared.

'Almost entirely carbon dioxide, that's what I needed.' He floated towards the door, disguising himself as a gentle breeze as he shifted into a U-shaped cloud of invisible gas. Pausing for a moment to ensure no one was about to exit the building, he forced himself up their rather dirty nostrils and down into their lungs. It took them only moments for them to react, and he would've seen them stare at each other in pure, silent terror if what portion of air his eyes had turned into wasn't inside the left one's body. He could feel their heartbeats, once exceedingly fast, slow to nearly a stop while he waited for them to slump to the ground. Their struggles to breathe were becoming increasingly uncomfortable to stop, both physically and mentally. They weren't dead when he removed himself the same way he came, but they would surely suffer some brain damage due to lack of oxygen. Disgusted by the feeling he rushed to return to the group, returning to normal within a few feet.

"Eugh," he couldn't help but shiver out of distaste as he returned the supplies to his pockets. The feeling inside someone else's lungs was hard to forget, even more so when the only way he could be there was if he were something that couldn't be absorbed into the body. If he had been pure oxygen instead... he doubted that he'd be alive to tell the tale. "They aren't dead, but they'll be unable to get up on their own."

"I can finish them off," Katie offered quietly. She had already sliced her fingertip open gently, just enough so that a drop was welling out of it.

Of course, she waited on the word of others before she actually acted. It was not easy to admit to herself, but she was somewhat nervous now.

Sasori nodded and helped drag the guard. He graves the other ID and a set of keys that looked like they could be useful. After they dragged the bodies and stashed them in a secure place Sasori pocketed the keys and they sank into the sand into his pockets. His eye twitched again and he narrowed his eyes. "Something doesn't feel right.. Does it always feel like this on missions..?" He whispered to Jonathan.

Hosa's watched with a worried look as Heron disappeared into gas - well aware of his powers but still felt worried for the student. Something was....Off. Perhaps it was the fact that it had been far to long since she had been on a mission but she felt on edge. As the guards collapsed and Heron returned to the group, she let out a soft sigh of relief as he revealed that they were still alive only for the color to drain from her face when Katie quietly offered to finish the deed. Hosa knew the world could be a violent place but she wasn't sure how she felt about the young girl coolly offering to kill two people who were simply doing their job, letting out a sigh of relief as Jonathan stopped her.

"Lets go," she said to Heron as soon as she got the id card from Jonathan. She tucked the card into her pocket as she shifted easily back into the form of the nightjar and took off into the air. There was something relaxing about being in her smaller forms. Hosa always enjoy being a bird, although she much preferred being a snowy owl but the white feathers weren't very good for scouting. It was a short flight to the building, pausing to shift back as she fumbled to fish out the card. A quick scan and the door was open as she slid inside, putting the id card away as shifted into a mouse. With a soft squeak to alert Heron to where she was, she hurried down the hallway to properly get a layout of the building.