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Buttercup looked around her new bedroom. She couldn't help the feeling of emptiness the room brought. It was a new house, a new city, a new school. She personally hated change, but there was naught she could do, especially because she was seriously out matched by her sisters and the professor. She felt like the only one who hated this whole situation, she was the only one who had fought tooth and nail to the end. Blossom had voiced her annoyance, but she had been accepting of her fate from the get go- knowing her and her brainiac tendencies she had probably seen it coming and had expected the news while it had completely blindsided both Buttercup and Bubbles. Bubbles reaction was much more subdued than Buttercups or Blossoms due to her much softer nature. She had simply sniffled a bit and was sad before her optimist nature had taken over and she became excited for the trip in no time. Something about meeting new people, seeing new things, so many opportunities! Buttercup just did not understand her sister sometimes. Ultimately, it had happened and they had moved, right now Buttercup was in the process of freezing out her sisters via no communication or acknowledgement of their existence.
Right now she was sulking her defeat as she put on her new school uniform, it was a rather lenient system, but she would not be able to wear her favorite color other than shoes socks and a hat and gloves in the colder months. Professor had gotten it into his head that they needed to go to a 'nice' high scool, meaning that there was a school dress code. Not the traditional uniform but there was only a small list of colors the students were allowed to wear. As a result Buttercup was now wearing plain gray shirt and jacket as well as a black skirt with her own small rebellion taking the form of bright vibrant green socks and shoes.
Her look had not changed much from when she was a kid, she was a tomboyish simple girl. She had no time for silly things like hair and make-up. Her body going through puberty had been bad enough, as well as the fact that somehow they had menstrual cycles despite the fact that they were scientific creations that the professor had made accidentally. What the heck, how did that even work? So now she had these two lumps of fat attached to her chest that got in the way of her fighting; personally she missed her small compact flat elementary body where she didn't have to worry about silly things like girlie bits getting in the way. Her sisters however were a totally different story from Buttercup. She wondered sometimes if it was true that they came from the same batch of chemicals.
Bubbles especially had become girlie and delighting in the cuter outfits she could now wear with her new body shape. Blossom was not as enthusiastic but she was still miles ahead of Buttercup in the department of enjoying the more ladylike factors of life. While for Buttercup the only thing that she focused on was martial arts among other forms of fighting and combat- All kinds, Aikido, Taekwondo, Karate, Judo, Boxing, fighting with knives, guns, swords anything she could get her hands on and learn. Although she was constantly told that the weapons portion was a little redundant due to their abilities, she didn't care, she did it because she loved it so much. It was actually the fact that she had been removed from the various masters she had found and had spent lots of time and effort to get them to teach her had to be left behind after the move. Now she basically had to start over. Damnit, she hated this!
It wasn't just the fact that they were in a new place with new surroundings and people, it was much, much more than that. She and the other two had agreed to become one with the Noble's security and defense unit, but she had thought that they would be moving here much later, not right away. Noble was the organization that the Professor worked for. He was a higher up in the company, Head of the science and creation department, because of this he was included in the bigger decisions the company made, he was also close with the rest of the department heads, that included the security head. After discovering the power at the professors disposal, they instantly took advantage of it. They had been hired as part-timers from a young age. Not that they got paid. Usually they did the harder jobs, or they were called in to finish a job or to come to the companys rescue last minute. Always willing to help they had loved helping, as a result they had become close with some of the agents, as well as the security head himself to an extent.
It was because of this she and the others had signed the contract stating that when the three reached the age of 18 they would receive the money for their services that would be building in their own accounts from now on. It also stated that they would work for them officially by that age as well. They had no reason to doubt them, as well as they had no reason to believe that they would be taken to Citysville, the location of Nobles' headquarters right off the bat. They assumed that they would simply keep up what they had been doing then move there when they reached 18. Not that the very next month they would move there. It was ridiculous if you asked Buttercup.
She looked around her room. Because it was a large, new house, each of the girls had received their own rooms, it was a far cry from their previous sleeping arrangements. It would definitely take some getting used to. Right now, her room was a pale creamy color, and there was nothing but a bed, a dresser, and a desk in the room other than boxes. She had put down a green rug overtop of the hardwood floor. She grabbed her -of course- green bookbag and left her room to descend the stairs and into the kitchen. She saw Bubbles and Blossom already at the table finishing the breakfast the Professor had prepared. Hers was getting cold in front of an empty seat while the Professor made their lunches and checked up to make sure that they had everything. He was wearing his old lab jacket along with black khakis and shiney shoes. His pitch black hair was starting to grey slightly in the temples but it was hardly noticeable unless you looked for it.
Buttercup crashed down into her chair, not saying a word when her sisters stopped their excited conversation to look at her. She was NOT pouting. She ignored them and their stupid know-it-all smirks and scarfed down all her food in one bite. It was a talent she had found when she had finished training and was so hungry she couldn't stand for small bites. setting her plate down she still ignored her sisters who looked all primped and preamed for their first day. Bubbles was wearing a royal blue skirt with knee high white socks and blue slip-ons with a white baggy crochet over shirt with a tank-top underneath. Lucky for her one of the allowed colors was blue. Bubbles had grown her blond hair out and it now hung in thick fat ringlets down her back, it was not as long as Blossoms, but it was still too much in Buttercups opinion. Her blue eyes were large and excited and she looked positively...bubbly. Blossom was wearing black kapries with red sneakers, she was wearing a white plain form fitting tee-shirt and her straight red hair was held up by a big red bow, even up it reached her lower back. Buttercup shuddered to think how long it must take to wash all that hair.
"Girls, time to go." Professor said, the girls said nothing, but their emotions were on their faces, among them there was one congruency, the feeling of anticipation and uncertainty. They all loaded into the car, and the conversation quieted the closer they got to their destination. Cityville High School, prestigious place for the 'talented youths of Cityville'. Professor parked in front of the school gates and they all got out of the car and looked at it. It was prestigious alright, looking as though it came right out of a retro catalog.
"whooooa…" the three of them all uttered in sync. Buttercup forgot that she was supposed to be angry at them and they all looked at each other then back at the school.
"Lets go girls." the professor had already entered the gates while they were gaping at the school. They closed their mouths immediately and rushed after him. They got their schedules and introduction as well as a map of the school in no time, and quickly were sent off to class, the Professor wishing them luck then rushing off to get to work.
The tile floors were so clean you could see your reflection in them. The three girls made their way through the hallways and to their classroom. They had chemistry first, a subject all the girls loved and found fascinating. After all, it was their origins as well as their fathers profession in a nutshell. Reaching the door to the designated room, the girls just looked at the door. They had faced monsters less scary than this.
Ultimately it was Blossom who knocked and opened the door when told to 'come in'. The inside of the class was just as surprising as the rest of the school. It was in a more college like lay-out with long rows ascending in height to the back of the classroom. The only break in the long tables was the walkway. The teacher took their schedules and after looking them over gestured to the large chalkboard in the front of the classroom.
"Have you three already covered this material?" giving a quick glance at the formulas on the board the three nodded their affirmative, with a nod the old bearded teacher turned to the rest of the class, the girls following suit. Buttercup had donned her normal scowl, Blossom a normal partially smiling face, and Buttercup a happy innocent grin.
"These three girls will be here starting from today," turning his attention from the class back to them, he looked at the girls,
"why don't you three tell the class your names as well a a few things about yourself?" he gave a kind smile and gestured encouragingly at them. He was a good person, and Buttercup found that she quite liked this teacher, she knew that she would enjoy the class as well. At least it wouldn't be too bad here. Blossom, ever the leader, was the first to begin.
"Hello everybody, my name is Blossom Utonium, I love the color red, and I love strategies." right as Buttercup was about to speak and get her portion over with, some smuck from the middle row stopped her
"What do you mean by strategies?" she identified the voice as a brown haired boy from the back rows, she gave him a 'Glare of Doom' so named by her sisters but he didn't even notice. He was focused on Blossom. That little…
"Strategies, like what to do and what course of action to take in a situation, like artime strategies for example. You know." Blossom supplied, she often worked with the security unit devising strategies so she wasn't lying when she said that. When bone-head boy would have spoken more, she cut in before he could, she just wanted to be done with this and get to class.
"My name is Buttercup Utonium, I love green and I love all forms of combat."
At that the class became slightly worried. one loves combat and the other war strategies. What on earth…
"And I'm Bubbles Utonium and I love the color blue as well as animals." Bubbles and her high happy voice stated, she giggles as well at the end. Effectively knocking out any and all discomfort and doubt, even pulling a few chuckles from the class as well. After recovering, the teacher gestured to the rows,
"There seem to be open seats there in the back. If you would get the notes and necessary things from your neighbors then" Nodding, as the girls made it to the seats in the last row, one of them had to sit in the second to last row, right in front of the other two. Buttercup took that seat. Bubbles was too shy and oblivious to strangers and Blossom had to sit wit Bubbles because of this. Not that they would be so far away in the end but still. Unfortunately, the curious brown-haired boy was sitting near them, right next to Blossom to be exact. On closer inspection, you could see that he was actually very good looking. He was wearing a form fitting short sleeved black shirt that showed off his nice arms. Buttercup couldn't see his other clothes due to the fact that he was sitting and they were hidden under the table.
He had a happy smile on his face and Buttercup scowled when she saw him eyeing Blossom. She 'tripped' and 'accidentally' knocked his belongings into his lap. His heavy water bottle especially. He was tough though and all he did was grunt. Shame.
"Oops." she never lost her scowl once. But she did smile for a second when she heard Blossom asking what was the matter as she got situated. She heard a laugh coming from right next to her. Looking over she found another attractive male specimen sitting next to her. He was wearing a black jacket grey tee-shirt and black jeans. He had olive skin and dark eyes, as well as spiky black hair buzzed on the side. Currently his eyes were sparkling with mischief as he looked at her
"Nice, that womanizer deserved that, has for a while actually" he laughed even more. Obviously the two knew each other if the pencil that suddenly came down to hit him in the head was anything to go by. Deciding to play ignorant, Buttercup quietly said because class had resumed
"I have no idea what you are talking about." she bent to grab the necessary materials of her bookbag while the guy just laughed all the more. Unexpectedly, he put a hand out and said
"Gargoyle Benit. As for my name, I have no idea what my parents had going through their mind." Buttercup shook his hand. It was unusually big and warm, it also had callouses, she concluded that it was a good hand. It reminded her of some of her masters' hands, perhaps he was also into the fighting scene. He sort-of looked the part she guessed. Looks can be deceiving though, so she couldn't be sure.
"Buttercup." she let go, and returned to her notes, attempting to jot down everything on the board before the teacher erased it. She already knew the material and all, but it was always good to have the notes. She had to do good in class or else she wouldn't be able to do her combat training. It was an unspoken rule in their household that you did good in school; not that the Professor would kick you out if you were bad or anything, but there would definitely be consequences.
She was too late though and the teacher erased the board before she could get all the chemical formulas. He continued with the lecture, stuff she already knew. Feeling a nudge at her side, Buttercup looked at Gargoyle. He lent her his notebook and she copied his notes after thanking him. All she got though was a winning smile. Much of the class continued that way, and the rest of the classes surprised the girls as well. Looking at their schedule, they realised that they did not have to move from class to class and instead stayed in the same room while the teachers moved classes. By lunch break, Buttercup was extremely thankful to Gargoyle, and she definitely owed him a favor for all the notes and helpful information on the teachers he had provided her with during the first few classes. He also offered that she and her sisters could sit with him at lunch. Unfortunately that included brown hair, but she could live with it she guessed.
As they all sat down at a circular table, Buttercup and her sisters all together as well as three other guys from their class where they sit as well as another girl. Immediately as everybody's but hit the seat brown hair was up and talking
"Introductions! We all know who you three lovely ladies are, but I'm afraid the same can be said about us. This guy here is Gargoyle, we call him Gar, this here is Hanse" he gesticulated toward a surfer looking sandy blond. He had shaggy hair and looked bashful, he was scratching his neck in embarrassment at being called out in front of the crowd. His outfit was white shirt with gray pants. Citysville must put something in the water, all the guys she had been introduced to today had all been above average.
"This is Tatianna," a ebony skinned pretty girl with wild curly hair that defied gravity smiled and waved at them. Before she could say anything, the smuck continued
"And I am Eli Bark. You may have heard of me already" he flipped his immaculate chestnut locks and looked at the girls. Who all had no idea what he was talking about. Blossom was smiling and nodding, playing along while Buttercup and Bubbles had confused looks on their faces. Buttercup opened her mouth to say something, as was Bubbles when Blossom kicked the two of them under the table; with quite literally enough force to topple a skyscraper. The two sisters got the hint and also laughed awkwardly pretending to go along with Blossom. They were massaging their shins underneath the table. How nobody noticed this she would never know.
Buttercup would have to have a word with Blossom later, did she already forget that they were supposed to stay within human limits while not at work? Did she not remember that they were under contract? It was in the contract that they were not to reveal to anyone what they were capable of other than specific people within the company, unless under dire explicit circumstances
"Those lunches look delicious, who made them?" Gargoyle asked the three sisters. It was true that their lunches looked- and tasted- delicious.
"The professor." the three of them answered in sync, temporarily forgetting that they had brains. It was the befuddled looks on the other's faces that reminded them that normal people don't have a 'Professor' thinking quick, Blossom saved the day.
"Our dad, he is a scientist so we got into the habit of calling him Professor."
"Ohhhhh, thats cool." the three gave a discrete large sigh of relief when the others bought it. The rest of lunch was much the same way, with introductions and feeling each other out. It was concluded that it was actually a mysteriously good fit. The group got along miraculously well; the rest of the day continued with out problems, and at the end of the day they parted ways.
Because the Professor had work late into the evenings and early in the mornings, he had only managed to drive them to school on their first day. They had to find their own way home, be it by flight or feet. For the first day, the girls decided to walk home, Buttercup was still bitter, but other than more moodiness and crankiness than what was the norm she was back to her normal self. On their way out a teacher had given them all club formes. There were so many and to Buttercups eternal surprise and enjoyment, they had a Martial Arts club. Predictably, this had helped in the Buttercup department. Blossom and Bubbles had also found something that interested them as well.
Going to sleep that night, Buttercup decided that maybe she could live with the move. She would still give them grief for a while, but she figured that everything would be dandy.
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The lit up screens were the only illumination in the room. Gloved hands tore across keyboards, inputting and adding to and deleting information faster than the masked guest could comprehend. The mercenary had been hired, much like he assumed the frenzied scientist had been as well. He'd been told to plot and strategize, things he did on a everyday basis, toward one particular subject and that he would be paid for it. Paid a lot.
Money was not an option when it came to his employers. Given the variables, he actually felt sorry for his enemies; well, his employers enemies. But work was work, and money was money. He would succeed in his mission. He had just introduced himself to his partner, the brains making the brawn of the operation. He was to provide the materials and tools needed to bring down the target. Currently he had dispatched a spy to gather as much information as possible. He had been provided with heaps already, but he wanted his own man in there, he did not want to miss a thing. He had to do his job right. There was no room for failure.
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Its three in the morning and I have school tomorrow. I'm screwed. I'm going to bed now, sorry if I seem offputting