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The Organization is a collection of elite heroes and heroines who protect the world from the evil of man and his inventions.
The science and technology of their world has focused heavily on improving the human form, all manners of experiments being carried out by countless could-be mad scientists and government financed programs. Genetically modified humans, mutants, cyborgs... If great minds weren't tinkering with making man their own weapon, they were building external ones for him to wield. With such power in the reach of so many it was no surprise that villainy was ever on the rise.
Among the Organization are the most well-known superhero teams that combat this evil...and the least.
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Sparks stared ahead in disbelief.
"Your own team house!" proclaimed her companion happily. He over-sold it just a tad.
"...You're joking, right?"
Mr. Andres gave a wounded frown as the dusky blonde slowly shifted her gaze to look at him. For a moment neither of them spoke.
"Come, look inside. It's nice."
She had her doubts but she followed as he led her towards the entrance. It wasn't a dump, exactly...but the exterior design suggested that the house was at least eighty years old, likely it wouldn't even be installed with aethitron or denriley ports.
They approached and stepped over the threshold unceremoniously.
It wasn't horrible inside - it clean and in good repair. But...the place was small. And old. "...You said up to eight people could be assigned to the team?" she asked in a doubtful tone.
"Well, there are seven offers out excluding yourself, yes. We haven't received confirmation from everyone, however." He gave a short pause before continuing. "There are three bedrooms. The master is probably large enough to fit four beds, if you really needed to." He smiled. It wasn't his problem if all of the offers were accepted, after all.
Sparks' brows drew together. She wasn't sure why she had expected the team house to be...well, not even more grand...just...well. She hadn't pictured this.
"If your team performs well enough we can look into moving you into something a little bigger down the road."
"...Great."
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Several Hours Later...
Sparks had desired to look at the files of her potential team members (mostly she was excited just to have access to the Organization Leaders' System and wanted to try it out...much more than she cared to get to know her soon to be roommates, truth be told) but the lack of aethitron meant that she couldn't simply will a display from nothing to begin making the proper connections. Nor, as she had expected, was there a denriley port (exclusively used by cyborgs).
It wouldn't do at all.
In the time that passed between Mr. Andres' departure and the arrival of the first team member, Sparks had taken it upon herself to start fucking with the electrical circuits of the house. She needn't break into the wall, rather tracing her hand over the wiring by feel rather than sight (accomplished by light pulses of her own electric energy). Sadly, it seemed the materials were too old and brittle to be compatible with a aeth-surge...
"These conditions are unlivable," she muttered to herself.
She stood staring at the back wall of the living room, considering her options. Rewiring an entire house, even a small one, by conventional means...wasn't appealing, to say the least. It wasn't as if the Organization would pay her for the upgrade to their property...
Her attention was suddenly drawn away from her project by the sound of the front door - it was opening. Sapphire eyes settled on the expanding crack of the entrance, curious to see who it was that would walk through.
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