Psi-Shock: Chapter 1; Learn the ropes.
 

Jaxom brought the baton around, ending another major. The band cut off in an echoing high concert Bflat.

Then the bell rung. Perfect timing on his part, as usual. "Okay, dismissed. But make sure to practice section B, it's killin' us." He waved his class out, even as they moved at a speed that put olympic runners to shame. He waited as his L.A. class shuffled in, and helped him put away his music stands and set up the desks.

He was really starting to enjoy this job, even though he knew half his students talked about his behind his back, did drugs, other unspeakable things, and thought him naive. But he didn't care.

***

Jaxom shivered lightly in his suit. They were currently in Los Angeles, in the middle of winter in the dead of night. Their plane had just touched down, and everyone was grabbing their various equipment.

Unusually large group this time. Including a lot of people he'd never seen before. One of them was one of his Grade Twelve Jazz drummers.

A drilled and alert voice cut through the air. It was Ohmi, the japanese military jerk. He has his hair greased back and was carrying an assault rifle. And looking at the new people while sneering. "This is your first field operation for many of you. We're suspecting a cult. The nearest residences HAVE been evacuated, though some have literally vanished. Cachistis are expected. Now, GET A MOVE ON!"

***

Isabella shivered slightly, but refused to make a sound. She was locked in her own closet, scared, alone, and confused. People just started walking around in weird circles, then things started showing up and killing people.

She heard a growling above her. She didn't even have time to scream.

***

Jaxom made sure his katana would draw easily, and that his cryo gun was ready and set. They were currently in black leather interior fancy JEEPS.

This was his third assignment, and he'd never dealt with a cult before. Oddly enough, all he could think about was that he still had to grade those papers of some weird writer.

OOC: We're in the jeep, driving to our destination. Go over your equipment, and do a teeny bit of character development if you wish.

Time was something Robin had lost track of. Things moved by in a blur all melding together. Her lab, her friends, the hockey game, a drawing she had finished. Now suddenly, she was in a jeep and thrust into another mission. She was absently checking her weaponry while trying to make sense of it all, the jet lag still getting to her a little.

Shay was dozing lightly in the back seat. Any excuse for a nap, after all. And besides, she didn't exactly need to check her weapons, did she? The dagger was in her boot, where it always was. The gun, which they'd insisted she take, hung in a shoulder holster. She'd cleaned and loaded it while on the plane.

She snuggled deeper into her trench coat, and looked around her from under half-closed lids.

Wasn't that her old band teacher?....

Dezil was leaning back in his front seat and had his eyes closed, but he was awake. He had checked his guns multiple times on the way here, and didn't like looking and acting so nervous, so now he was trying to relax, yet couldn't with the news that this would be an important mission.

Kevin was in the jeep with everyone else, but no one noticed him. Despite the fact that he was working with them, Kevin always stole at least one thing from every person he met. Luckily, his witch powers removed every possible sense from noticing him, so the people he was stealing from on the side of the jeep didn't even feel Kevin's hands going through their pockets.

Jeremy yawned. Even though it was his first mission, he wasn't too worried. He wasn't sure if he should be or not, so he decided not to be. He closed his eyes and tried to get some rest before they reached their destination.

OOC: Off for the night, later.

Schwar was on top of the jeep. He hated to be in enclosed spaces with lots of people, and he wasn't moving anywhere as long as he focused on keeping his personal gravity somewhere around 5 Gs. He noticed that he didn't have the stupid cryo gun they had issued him, but he shrugged it off.

Mark Woolery was sitting in back of the jeep with everyone else. He was kinda big to be sitting in back, being 6'3" and weighing in at 200lbs., his athletic frame would be more suited to sitting in front. However, he was younger than most of his comrades, being only 18, so he respectfully surrendered the front seat to others on the team.

He was checking through his arsenal, which he kept inside his leather overcoat. 2 pairs of Nunchucks? Check. Hat? Check. Cryo pistol? Check. Wallet? Check. Sunglasses? He took out a pair of sleek black shades and put them on, while smiling. Check. Drumsticks? Mark was rummaging through the various innner and outer pockets of his coat, along with his various cargo pants pockets. He also patted down his black T-shirt to make sure it wasn't there, although it wouldn't be.

Mark looked around the jeep. "Hey, have any of you guys seen my drumsticks? I'm pretty sure I packed them with me..."

Kurenai Yuuhi sat by a window of the jeep, looking outside. <So this is America...> She thought to herself. This was her first time in America, and her first mission with the others.

She checked her pistol, in it's holster by the top of her leg, within arm's reach. She didn't bother to check her boot knife because she knew it would be where she normally had it, besides the strongest weapon she had with her was her abilities with fire, and her training, which she was usually confident about, but at the moment, she was worried that she would make a mistake her first time on a mission.

She turned her head, looking at everyone else in the jeep. Most of them were of Western descent, or so it looked. She looked fairly out of place being one of the only ones with almond skin and straight, black hair.

She instinctively reached up for a sliver pendant that she wore around her neck, she had grown a habit of playing with the pendant on her necklace when she was bored or anxious, but frowned as she found it was missing. <Oh no...> She searched her pockets, no luck... in fact, her pockets were empty... strange for Kurenai, since she kept all kinds of junk in her pockets... but it was just junk and she didn't really worry about it, she was just worried about her necklace.
She leaned forward and searched the floor of the jeep with her eyes, looking for a glimmer of the red reflection of the red jewel that was on it... No luck. <Where could it have gone?> She wondered, looking around.

Jeremy felt uncomfortable, so he pretended to fluff up a pillow, and used his witch powers to make it real. He put his head down on it and went to sleep. He didn't even notice his watch was gone.