Wannabee [Team Skelter mission Dash]

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The Psyche-Terrorist slumped against a wall as her Persona faded away and with the horde of demons lopped off like mere chaff. Exhaustion was one thing to describe her masked expression, but shock was another. She truly underestimated how strong this group was taking both the rambunctious and ravenous group of demons and herself down together. The true Queen Bee swaggered up to her with blade in hand. "For all of that tough shit you were saying a while ago, you really aren't all that, aren't ya?"

The girl snarled at her and the rest of the team.. There was nothing she could do. The girl was surrounded by enemies and she was completely at the original's mercy. But strangely, the impostor gulped down her helpless anger to ask. "After all this time... you're back? Is it really you?"

"Man, we're really finally getting somewhere. Yeah, it's me. The Queen Bee in the flesh. Now, who the hell are ya, Miss Wannabee? Better spill it or I'm gonna zip it for you for good." Bee tapped her blade against her shoulder, signaling her to speak. As much as Claire was enjoying being on the side of the victor, there had to be a reason for all of these stupid shenanigans.

"Fuggin'--Everyone kept messing with me. Just cause I'm some dumb shorty. You need respect to get around these streets, to survive. You of all people know how it is. So I used you. Used to get everyone to piss off and get them to do some favors for me. It was all good until those chuckleheads and you had to come in." The girl reluctantly spat out. She didn't seem at all embarrassed of her admission than she is more cautious of the gleaming blade under the full moon.

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A snicker came from Ricky.

A part of him felt sorry for the girl, a part of him found this entire encounter annoying and stupid and trivial, and another part of him wanted to just rip her in half. His laughter would slowly grow the more she talked and the more obvious it became how much weaker she was than them, Ricky didn't know why but on the inside he enjoyed this, it actually scared him a little. Why was he giving into this tendency? What made him feel so much better lording himself over another person? If it wasn't even night the young man wouldn't be able to mutter out even a few words to speak to anyone but now? He was confident, he was ready and a part of him wanted to spill blood tonight. You and your stupid WannaBEES did nothing but waste our time. Ricky said, as his mouth opened the two diabolical and deadly looking tendrils that made up his shadow weapon would proceed to extend outwards towards the girl as he approched and got closer. The tendrils were fully extended outward, and boy were they monsterous and massive. The "mouth" of each tendril was agape, and the girl would clearly be able to see the pincer like teeth they possessed.

Why the fuck would we care about your little sob story? Who would believe your the real Queen Bee with that ridiculous leatherface mask your wearing? His tendrils would approach closer to the girl, whom appeared to be completely defenseless to whatever acts Ricky could preform at this moment, his eyes directly trained on her should she somehow preform any odd movements or an attack. They were only a mere feet away from her, directly in front of her and poised as a threat. Boohoo. You tried to be like the real thing, and got your ass stomped by us. Why shouldn't I kill you right now? I can drain the blood from your entire body slowly and painfully until your just like the demons we killed.

Ricky thought to himself in the middle of this action....

Why am I doing this...

Why can't I stop this??

Am I really going to just kill her?

His shadow weapons instincts came to him as easily as moving his fingers or blinking did, the urges to just kill and commit violence came too easily to him. Even though he was reluctant to preform this act on the inside, he couldn't rescind the threat his weapon influenced personality had just made. The CONFIDENCE that came was so much for such a introverted young man. The POWER got to him in such a way, he didn't want to go back to feeling all soft and pathetic and weaker like he had before. Come on, tell me so I don't rip you to pieces right now.

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After the battle, Brittany could finally breath, relieved. They overestimated the Wannabee and she underestimated them: the battle wasn’t hard at all, not even like the battle before, where oddly enough two tiny fire spirits posed as much more of a threat than a crowd of demons and another terrorist. Once the threat was gone, she felt nothing but pity for this girl. Compassion, even, a sense of identification and empathy. Knowing how hard it is to survive in the streets and make yourself noticed, Brit could understand where Wannabee came from, despite resorting to less illegal measures as to pretend to be someone else – and even then, they weren’t that different in such respect. She was about to say something, until someone else took the initiative. A turnabout in the form of the up to now unheard voice of “the Mouthful”.

“What…?”, Brittany gasped like she hasn’t heard it correctly. They couldn’t see her shocked yes behind her mask, but the glossy lips were opened like her jaw was about to drop to the ground anytime. He couldn’t be serious. He barely said a word for the whole time they met, and yet he’s here, acting quite vocal about the desire to kill another human being. Sure, she did wrong, but was it enough to end her life? That and, if his behavior wasn’t as thrilling and frightening, what came next would do the trick: he wasn’t a mere human. The Guardian wasn’t sure he was even a human to begin with, not after seeing those…things coming out of his mouth. Yes, she had seen it before, but not as a weapon raised against another human to indulge in bloodshed. Not outside the furor of a battle; after all, it’s hard to think coldly when you’re hot blooded. The agitated moment for action has passed when they ended the demons and cornered the impostor, but if Brittany didn’t act quickly, soon there would be more red to paint the floor.

“Hey… HEY!!”, instinctively the terrorist grabbed her fellow’s left arm and pulled it to her direction, perhaps with more physical strength than it should. Unlike the Invidia fiasco, at least now she had an option before the worst, and with that thought, she took action. Still, that was all Brittany was able to do, glaring at her team mate with no further words, just a drop of sweat running down the corner of her face. “We… We didn’t agree on anything…”

Her silence dragged for a moment, so if Mouthful was able to free himself from her grasp, he was definitely able to do so now. Brittany had faced demons before, both defenselessly and armed with power to strike back. But right now, she felt like years ago: defenseless, cornered and scared; and he, another human, was the scary one. “You asked why you shouldn’t kill her. I’m saying, we didn’t all agree on it. We didn’t hear what the Prince had to say… We’re a team, we decide things together. Back off!”

With the bravado spilled out through shaky and uncertain courage displays, she glanced back to the only one who could perhaps interrupt a murder. The one whom she trusted, in and out of a disguise. The one whom she wordlessly pleaded, behind her mask with hazel trembling eyes, to back her decision for standing up for this girl, this life, because she knew it was the right thing to do. The Amphibian Prince. Her Prince.

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The Prince panicked-the battle was ending way too soon and he hasn't had enough time to come to a decision on how to proceed with the incapacitated Wannabee. To make matters worse, Bee and Mouthful had already made their way over to the victim and started threatening her with killing her. He panicked even more as he realized he didn't know how to act or what to say. He wanted to stop them but he had to stop them in the most roundabout way possible so as to not invoke Skelly boy's and Bee's distrust. He had to maintain his position in the team to leave his unsavory colleagues naive to his true intentions within the group.

But he couldn't.

A slight spin come over his vision as he felt his armpits staining themselves in his rapidly rising anxiety. He stepped forward, opening his mouth only to say nothing, when PGB out of all people came and grabbed Mouthful by his arm in an attempt to stop him. For a moment, Frog's heart stopped behin the Prince's guise. He jerked backwards as his eyes widened, unbenknownst to everyone else as they were masked. A sensation of complete and utter dread washed over him, robbing his outfit and vision of all color as the world stopped. Was Mouthful about to lash out on Brit?

The guy was a ticking timebomb. It was clear he wasn't stable in the slightest. Brit, no, she was still PGB, was juggling with too much at stake by so directly opposing a madman like that. But he could only watch the scene. Once again his uncertainty kept him from acting immediately, to avoid any infighting and to avoid any blame on himself.
However, that would all fall down the drain as PGB turned to him, directing everyone's attention over to what he had to say but didn't want to say.

He gulped, trying to not show any gestural signs of weakness. He wanted to stretch his collar but he mustn't. "Y-yeah, I mean, we don't gotta start by murdering her, right?" He laughed as he tried to appear cocky and brimming with self-esteem, walking towards them and the Wannabee. As he did, he pulled out his machine gun, pointing it at the downed Terrorist. "After all, we've gotta talk to her. Maybe she can be useful to us as a tool as well. So let's go one step at a time. I'll watch so she doesn't try to escape. I'll shoot her down if she tries to." He said calmly, but inside his heart was beating hard and fast, threatening to burst out of his chest.

"Start with fingers if she doesn't cooperate, Mouthful." He added, but glanced away as he spoke. Of course, no one would notice him glancing away. Because of masks.

The Amphibian Prince:

Queen Bee (Tension; 1/3 hits):

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"Wha--what the hell?! Keep that shit away from me, y-you fuggin' tentacle freak! I don't care if ya care about it! All I wanted was a bit of respect and power, that's all ya need to know about me. And besides, your boss asked me, so you tell me why you even care." The impostor almost shrieked as her eyes witnessed the bizarre appendages leaving his lips. She's seen demons of all kinds before, but this one was a doozy. It was entirely grotesque and disgusting-looking. That weird mask he had didn't make matters better either. But, she still had her composure, if only barely. Though she knew her time was running out soon. To die in this dump... what a cruel, yet karmic joke. The Psyche-Terrorist seemed to flit her eyes towards Brittany's suggestion, almost seemingly thankful for the situation. Though the whole torture thing, she wasn't too cool with. "Y-yeah! L-like, just come to a decision or s'umthin'. Like y'know, letting me off, for one! A-and not torture me. I'd like to avoid that, thanks."

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"I'm not even sure if it's worth wasting any time at this rate. We should just get it over with and call it a night. But you both really think she's actually worth it?" Queen Bee groaned at the events unfolding before her. Her patience was beginning to run thin, but evidently her juniors wanted to toy with her a little longer. So they only had a finite bit of time until someone was finally losing their pretty little head. She had a job to do after this and maybe some sights to see in her nightly flights. But this was all getting soured because of some shitty greenhorn getting ahead of themselves.

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"Let's not waste any time. Do any of you think she's even worth anything to us?"

QAS Phase Initiated

>Kill Wannabee

>Convince Wannabee To Join (Charisma Rank 2)

>Threaten Wannabee To Join (Courage Rank 2)

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Brittany’s eyes widened, focusing on Frogerio. There was still surprise on her face, but the impact was bigger. It’s one thing when a random fellow advocates for murdering, it’s another thing when it’s actually the one she has known for a while, the one guy she holds great affection for, the one she got in this together and would never leave without. That one was also advocating murder. Whether it was merely a façade or just the infectious bloody aura of Skelter getting to his senses and affecting his judgment, she didn’t know. Still, right now, Brittany couldn’t do anything but to grieve at what she thought a side of her boyfriend’s humanity getting lost because of evergrowing sensation of power. Whatever she had to say, argue or plead to him, it could wait. The need to hold his shoulders and scream for help, for him to be at her side and back up her decision was still there. Yet… she had a feeling she was alone in this.

“Yes. I do”, she answered Queen Bee, the real one, with more assuredness than intended and without directing her attention to her. Not like it was easy to avert her eyes from the Prince after such disbelief, but Brittany had a bigger purpose in here and as much as she wasted too much time being disappointed, it was still enough time to trace a rational course of action and spare someone else’s life. When she did, the terrorist turned to Queen Bee, the fake one this time. “You wanna be respected, right? That’s what you said. You wanna be respected, powerful and all that. Okay then… I’ll give you some credit. Like, you managed to impersonate a wanted criminal and make everyone believe you despite being so totally different, so you gotta be good at what you do. But have you ever, you know, thought that pretending to be someone else also means you pretend to have done what that “someone else” has done?”

She drew a couple steps away from Mouthful and closer to the Prince and the Wannabee herself, only to put one hand over Frogerio’s, precisely the one holding the gun and ready to pull the trigger. “You don’t know what this Queen Bee did while she was gone and you took her role? I mean… You don’t know the enemies she has made. The crimes she has committed. The life she has led. Because let’s be honest, she’s living in a dump right now, and that’s only something a fugitive does. No offense, Bee”, she said as a matter-of-fact tone still without glancing a millimeter away from her target, the impostor. “That’s the worst thing of assuming someone else’s identity: you’re also assuming all of it, their lives, their habits, but also their crimes and their enemies, but never their power. And what if her enemies are more powerful than you, more powerful than these demons you tried to fight alone? They might very well be chasing you right now, thinking you’re her, the real one. If you don’t die now by the hands of these guys here, you’ll die later by the hands of another there!” Her tone was getting gradually sourer and wearier, but her speech was too personal and those who knew her could tell she was actually speaking from experience. What experience, they could only wonder. “I’m giving you the chance right now: with us, you stay alive and put your skills to good use, you get to be respected and powerful as you always wanted, as we Terrorists always wanted from this crazy city. Without us, you’re very well dead and I won’t be able to defend you like I just did, numeric disadvantage and all that. So… what’s it gonna be? Wanna try and survive?”

Option Picked:
>Convince Wannabee To Join (Charisma Rank 2)

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It seemed Ricky was meant to unleash the edge within his soul, but then that fucking cunt just had to interrupt him. The humane part of him was relieved that a "Out" to what he had just commited was provided. Had he known her in some way he would be able to thank her, and actually appreciate what had just been done.

Except he didn't know her.

He didn't know anyone here.

They didn't matter.

WHY would he bother with any form of mercy on someone who just irritated him and could have attempted to kill them? Thoughts struggled within Ricky's mind, he wanted to KILL , to just end her and be done with all of it. The words of his "allies" were a mere blur to him as the ideas raced within his head, but at the same time he just didn't want to go through with this. That predatory nature within Ricky hadn't fully taken hold of him. Underneath all of that tough and violent exterior he was radiating was nothing more than a fragile young man who had felt nothing but weak his entire life, and was now riding the power trip of a killer mentality and 2 gigantically large murder weapons protruding from his mouth.

When Ricky's arm was grabbed, he would rip it away from Brit with a large force behind it. Staring her down momentarily as she had looked at him, attempting to "reason" with him. Had he been a little more confident, Ricky at that moment would have nothin personel kid'd brit if he so damn pleased, but then Ricky's real human self took over. He accepted what he was truly about to do. Looking directly into Brit's eyes, his tendrils would slowly and surely withdraw their way back into his mouth before settling back into the depths of his body. Ricky was aghast, confused and alone in all of this. The forgotten was not a tough guy in any way, he wasn't a experienced killer of any kind. He was just a guy who lost everyone and sat in his home like a decaying husk up until he awakened to this weapon within his body.

Ricky would slowly raise his hand to his mouth, a motion that would appear akin to someone wiping their mouth after a meal. However to Brit's perception, she would be able to see Ricky would actually hold his hand over his mouth almost taken aback by what had just unfolded. His mask gave no clue's to his emotional state of mind, but the boy's silence did that for him. He said nothing as the other's talked, except until Frog spoke of torture.

No. Let's just get this over with.

He wasn't having it, it had been a long and irritating night and now he had come to his own "senses". He Let the rest of the party speak, as Ricky went back to his quiet and solemn demeanor clearly surprised by tonight's turn of events.

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The girl warily regarded her benefactor-to-be at first. What exactly did they have to offer to her? Turns out, quite a bit and the arguments the Psyche-Terrorist offered her were rather convincing. Slowly, but surely her caution melted away. True, she wanted power and respect. True, she was weak on her own. But the whole stolen identity? It handed her a really painful reminder, no matter how much she tried to bury it deep down. She murmured back to Brittany, "Yeah... Yeah, you got a point. At the rate things are going, it wouldn't matter much. Sure I got people thinking twice, but when push came to shove after a while, this gig ain't holding up... Aw'right, you got me. I'll join ya guise, show me how ya'll get that power and respect to make it worth my time."

SQ Gain:

"About time! I thought I was going to have to do us all a favor and lop her head off." Queen Bee rolled her eyes. She didn't seem all that pleased of the turn of events. But it was better than coming out empty-handed and being smug about some dead kid. Her blade was roughly sheathed back once this whole ordeal was over. "I'll take this Wannabee back with me to Skelter. He'll be happy of another addition to the crew."

"I have a name!" She indignantly piped up from the wall. The girl seemed ready to supply it, but thought better of it while glaring at the former Cadet. She relinquished hesitantly."Well... not a Psyche-Terrorist... name."

"Right, that's gonna be a pain. How about Kid-Bee? Don't like it? Honey Bee?
That's a no? Hornet? What's it going to be? What about you guys? What do you think?"

QAS Phase Initiated

>Kid-Bee

>Honey Bee

>Hornet

>Suggest A Name

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"PGB, w-wha is going on even?" The Prince stepped back from the scene. He didn't feel right being near PGB as she had her heart-to-heart talk with this person he was threatening to cut fingers off of just a couple moments ago. The fact PGB managed to handle the entire situation in such a positive manner really struck him hard as he suddenly felt slightly sick to his stomach about what approach he'd been advocating. He just never even had it in him to believe this could be resolved without bloodshed, a notion obviously not shared by his childhood friend. She was dead-set on having everything resolved so positively and perfectly. What's worse, their girl talk was actually working and the crew found themselves picking out a name for the Wannabee. Kid Bee? "This makes me feel like we're picking out a name for our pet o-or a baby or something." He scratched the back of his head, instinctively turning his head to PGB as if he meant the two of them by 'our'. His cheeks reddened at this thought and before he even noticed, the atmosphere had lightened between all of them. He no longer felt the need to pose as a scary spoopy leader who was gonna make compromises to please everyone and keep his spot as a double agent in Skelly boy's eyes. Nah he was back to being his old Amphibian self.

"H-how about The Beestard? It's got some street energy to it." He puffed his lips in embarrassment as he thought to himself. He really didn't have a clue of what kinda bee-related pun they could name the newbi-

"Or wait, you can bee the Newbee!" He chuckled perking up, obviously smugly self-confident about this sudden surge of ideas. "Like, you're newwwwww and you're a beee. Apparently. Even though you used wasps earlier."

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Picking a name for the newborn terrorist? Brittany was so taken aback and confused by Queen Bee’s suggestion she had to glance to the other team members to understand it – as in, she understood it, however it seemed too awkward even for a laidback girl such as herself. Mouthful, naturally, wouldn’t say a word, too secluded and recoiled in his own unknown feelings after an outburst of sadistic intent, and… The Prince.

“A baby”? Well, she couldn’t say the idea wasn’t entertaining on its own. To think of the new girl as their baby, right after she saved her life. While silent, she understood right off the bat what he meant, only to bring a smile back to her face. The feeling of concern about his methods and attitude was still there, but… at least for now he was back to the usual goofy, eccentric behavior she loved the most. For that, she gave him the benefit of the doubt, giggling at the thought.

“Newbee… Yeah, I like it. It has a nice ring! But you know, we have a lot of “bees” in this group already. Newbee, Queen Bee, and me, Pretty Guardian B. Though mine is B, like, single capital letter B, not like “bee”, but still… whatever, it’s enough of a party already!”, the terrorist clapped her hands approvingly.

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"Hell, I'll take it. Beestard sounds goo-- Hey! No! We're not going with that lame name! I can't go around like that! You! You just said you'd give me the chance to gain respect! What the hell is this?!" Newbee snapped indignantly at them and directed the bulk of her ire at Brittany. She was clearly not pleased by the turn of events. From the Queen Bee to Newbee? It was embarrassing at the least and humiliating at worst. Man, this was one hell of a ripoff. Someone out there must've really hated her for this to happen. Goddamn.

Queen Bee, on the other hand, was giggling at the exchange before shaking her head. As much of a pain in the ass this whole thing was earlier, enjoying the obvious irritation helped to make up for it. "Newbee? I like it. Fitting for a little hatchling and easy to remember. Heh, maybee if you work hard we can think of a new name. 'Til then we're going with it. Welcome to the crew, Newbee. Ya better pull your weight."

The girl glowered at the Psyche-Terrorist for one moment to let the intensity of her anger sink in, but in the next she hung her head in defeat and gave up. Nothing was going to save her from this. "Yeah... sure, whatever."

Claire smugly smiled at this before directing her attention to the team.

"Good work, you guys. Time to call it a night. Been a pain in the ass, but Skelter's gonna be happy we got someone joinin'. I'm gonna bring her over to him for an Orientation now. Keep your eyes peeled and come back over to the warehouse sometime. We're gonna have some work coming up soon. Until then, peace!"

Wings extended off Claire's back before picking up the now protesting Newbee. Before anyone knew it, she was off in the night skies, leaving the rest of the party to themselves.

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Seeing the Newbee perk up at the Beestard name only to be shot down moments later when he and his girlfriend agreed on a stupid Newbee name for her, brought a huge self-satisfied grin on the Prince's face. For once, not only did he feel PGB's warm smile bringing some sunlight back again into this dreary moonlit night, refueling his confidence both in his leadership and their relationship, but it was also really really enjoyable witnessing their former enemy now turned comrade get harrassed off the bat like it was nothing. The name Newbee was obviously demeaning, so he had to wonder why PGB agreed on it after having that heartfelt convo with her, but well, Brit was probably just being ditzy and happy go lucky like always, Frog assumed.

"Having these many bees in our group is sure to raise some buzz at least, kekeke." He chuckled, leaning his head back against his arms. "Don't let the big boss scare our Newbee away, gotcha, Bee?" He added as they saw the two bee rate terrorists fly away to get the new one to her... orientation. Probably meant the whole showing the hideout thing they did too. He couldn't recall any other orientation he had to go through at Skelly boy's place, so well uh whatevs. The Newbee was gonna be fine either way.

What they had to concentrate on was here and now. He was planning to get some more workout this evening so might as well, even if Bee did leave their party to go escort the Newb. The Prince felt things were gonna be fine, seeing how victorious they were against the Wannabee and all the demons attacking her, but perhaps he shouldn't have been. After all, they all felt a powerful presence deep within this dungeon, waiting for them as the avatar of the night's Full Moon. Things could only really get uglier as they neared its source.

He waved PGB and Mouthful to follow as he made his way over the corners and towards what he presumed to be a decently tough opponent waiting for them in the chamber up ahead. It was one of those kinds like Queen Mab the previous time they went on such a wild dash, but this one was gonna be strengthened by the Moon. Made him wonder just how strong a regular demon could get during this time of the cycle.

"We're moving in! Let's show Bee we can handle ourselves well enough even without her!"

The Amphibian Prince:

Movement:

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Ricky followed

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