Hi there   Welcome to the forums.  You should definitely join us in the chatroom sometime. 

=w= Imma give this a shot~ I'm hoping to get some active/legit role players, nyah~

I just hope I still have internet next month, LOL @_@ JOB, WHERE ARE YOU? 

-goes to make more stuff like another thread and some PMs-

A mere hour after departure, the team was landing in Boston.  It was getting a little bit late by now, and the cool afternoon air was a welcome change from the scorching summer heat.  He called over a taxi, but left the directions to Jacques.  Surely, he would know the way to the McCarthy's house.  To be honest, he was a little bit curious about the family.  He'd heard a lot about Will through Dale, not to mention it'd be interesting to see exactly what kind of woman Jacques was seeing.

Meanwhile, in a brownstone house in the downtown area, Louise was stirring a pot of a thick stew.  Was it supposed to be that colour?  She tasted it with a teaspoon and nodded in agreement.  The table was set with two plates - it was all she needed while her youngest son was at work.  She poured some of the  dense concoction onto a lumpy heap of potatoes.  "Will," she called up the stairs as she untied the apron from around her back.  "Dinner is ready!"

Rémi was shocked by Fred's generosity.  It wasn't something that he expected at all.  He thanked him quietly, slipping out of his blood-stained shirt and replacing it with the new one, of even lesser make.  Good thing Zoé was well on her way to Hawaii by now.  Luckily, the blood hadn't really spread to his pants or vest, and he still managed to look quite presentable.

After the Batés had said their farewells and left, Rémi stretched out.  "A flight to Boston, then?" he asked his team. 

Rémi nodded.  It was better to cover all their weak points, than regret it later.  He fell silent as the car sped down the highway towards the airport.  He breathed, sending a trail of smoke out the open window, spending a moment to just enjoy the silence in the car.  Even though he had been a member of RED for over a year, he was easily able to keep his solitude.  He generally wanted very little to do with his team mates, and them the same with him.  But now, being forced to keep 24-7 company, it was very emotionally draining.  Just a moment of silence, that's all he needed.  This whole situation with their families and the Purples hadn't even had the time to completely settle in his mind.

Before long, they took the exit to the airport.  Rémi brushed at the blood stain on his shirt, some of it flaking off and going all over the car.  "I can't go in the airport looking like this," he said "I'd be arrested," he added with a laugh. 

Meanwhile, the Purple team was pulling into their hotel room.  They couldn't stay here for long.  The Administrator would no doubt be looking for them, and they needed to make themselves scarce.  But first, they needed to retrieve some of their belongings.  Vera retrieved her final two guns, Alexei and Sergei.  She caressed them softly, their family was getting ever smaller.  Did they weep for their lost brethren too?

The Pyro however, pulled a strange trunk out from under his bed.  He did not have need for any travel supplies, he did not change his clothing, did not wear pyjamas, did not brush his teeth (if he had teeth), however when the group travelled he always insisted that his trunk was brought along.  Vera always assumed it was full of hats.  He twisted the dials on the suitcase, imputing the security code, and the latches popped open.

He opened it, Vera stood over his should to peer inside.  She didn't notice her mouth dropping open when she saw what was inside.  Three weapons like she had never seen before.  Two looked like they came straight out of a comic book.  They were silver and futuristic and made up of hundreds of intricate parts.  The third was a purple axe... with a coil in the place of a blade.  One by one, the Pyro pulled the three weapons from the trunk, and discarded his old ones.