Leo to Deo

TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes. "Well duh! He's France!" Persia starts to cry. "Alright, alright. But, if you're going to act this way, there's no way you can be an agent." She rips open another portal to Hetalia. "Just follow my lead." 

They flash into the debate again, this time France comes up to Leo. "Bonjour belle." he flirts to her. Leo smiles maliciously. 
"Bonjour, you perverted, pathetic excuse for a country. It's nice to see that you aren't torn into pieces by the mob that overtook your capital and beheaded your royal family in a bloody massacre." she replies coolly. His face pales and he backs away slowly. Persia looks up at Leo in awe.
"That was awesome!" she squeals. "Way to shut him down!" Leo smirks and shrugs.
"Hey, when you pass AP World History, you learn a few things. Like the Napoleonic Wars were extremely violent and destroyed a large percentage of the French population. Not to mention, all the nobles were killed and basically a horrifying mob took over the country with a maniacal tyrant leading them." France sits down in the corner and sobs. "Yeah, you probably didn't want them all to know how weak you are... Poor little monsieur." England puts a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm impressed." he muses. "It takes a lot to shut him up. What's your name?" Leo smiles.
"Deo." she says calmly. "And I'm not a country. Yet, anyway. I'm to be discovered, well, founded really, in the early 21st century. I'm just here now because I can be." Persia tugs on Leo's sleeve.
"Uh, Leo, your name is not Deo." she whispers. Leo hushes her.
"I am introducing a future plot concept, don't bother me!" she hisses.

Sorry it's so short! I had little notice!

Persia's Mission?

"Ugh, I can't believe I'm about to do this but..." TrailBlaiser takes a deep breath. "Persia!" Persia pokes her head around the corner. 
"Yes?' she asks. "What did I do wrong do?"  TrailBlaiser looks away, as if it hurts her to speak.
"I... need.. your... help..." she spits out. Persia's face lights up.
"Yay! With what? A mission? Does that make me an agent now? Do I get an agent name finally? I'd like a cool name. Like, Timewhisper. That'd be so cool!" TrailBlaiser rubs her temples.
"You and Sapphire are the reasons I keep wine in the kitchen..." she mutters quietly.
"What?" Persia asks.
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" TrailBlaiser says quickly. "So, all my agents are either on a mission, with an apprentice, or working on our current... dilemma. Unfortunately, I'm in need of another agent. Normally, I'd use an agent-on-call, but I figured, you're here (and I want to get you to go away), so why not use you? I need you to go into the Hetalia Realm. The American Civil War was never featured in the anime, so I want you to check it out. Then come back and write a ten page essay on it." Persia nods.
"Okay, I can do that- wait what?! ESSAY?!" Persia gasps. TrailBlaiser hides a smile. 
"Look, how am I gonna know if you learned anything without testing you? It was either this is a hundred question test. Short-answer, by the way. And make sure you cite at least twenty credible sources." Persia melts onto the floor in despair. "I'm kidding! I wouldn't read an essay if someone payed me..." She concentrates and blasts Persia with light, leaving Persia's clothes transformed into a frilly, pink dress with curled hair tucked into a bonnet. "There, don't you look cute?!" Persia examines her outfit and wrinkles her nose.
"I feel like Barbie threw up on me while having a seizure." she remarks. TrailBlaiser puts her hands on her hips.
"Look, it's to help you blend in. This is what the Confederacy girls wear. You'll do fine. And, if you succeed, I'll give you an agent name. Deal?" Persia nods. TrailBlaiser opens a portal. "Good luck. And, uh, tell Canada: DragonFyre says hi." She winks at Persia as the portal envelopes her. 

Meanwhile, at RTHQ

TrailBlaiser collapses beside RiverFlyte on the sofa in the Elemental Coomons. Her feet are hanging off of the top and her hair brushing the floor. RiverFlyte smirks at her in amusement. "What's up with you?" She looks over at him, tries to shift back into a normal position, but gives up.
"Ugh, Persia's bothering me about an agent name." she complains. RiverFlyte grabs her hands and pulls her up.
"So give her one." he offers. TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes.
"Why should I? She's not my agent." she reasons. RiverFlyte shrugs. "And by the way, she called me Lenny after hearing you talk to me in the Commons." RiverFlyte tries to hide a laugh, but fails. 
"'Lenny'? Can I call you that now?" TrailBlaiser hits him playfully on the arm.
"Only if you want to die. And it's kinda pathetic. Not only was she eavesdropping, but she can't even do it well! Lenny? Really?" She crosses her arms and flips back around again. "If she's getting a name. It's gonna be A-I-T Pest. Or Annoying. Or maybe-"
"Why don't you like her?" RiverFlyte asks suddenly. She groans and slides onto the ground.
"Because. She acts just like my stupid c- Never mind." She cuts herself off and goes quiet.
"Your stupid what?" he asks. TrailBlaiser shakes her head.
"Doesn't matter. The point is, she's not my agent and therefore, not my problem. Speaking of problems, where's Sapphire?" RiverFlyte gets up and paces.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that. We've lost communication with her along with Owlcry." TrailBlaiser's jaw drops.
"How?! We have service in every realm and most verses!" RiverFlyte opens his communicator and tries to contact Sapphire, but the call doesn't go through. TrailBlaiser tries to form words, but fails. "Please don't tell me she did what I think she did!" she begs. RiverFlyte grimaces, which is all the explanation she needs. "That girl is going to be in so much trouble when she gets back! I told her not to go into those reams!" She buries her face in a throw pillow and screams. 
"We'll have to rescue them eventually." RiverFlyte adds.
"But, the realms aren't finished." Her voice is muffled by the soft feathers. "We can't go in there to rescue until  it's scanned or else we won't be able to come back out. Do we even know which one they're in?" RiverFlyte runs a hand through his already tangled curls.
"I've narrowed it down to twelve." TrailBlaiser stands and leans on his arm.
"There's only fourteen realms in the Corridor." she comments. RiverFlyte smiles sheepishly.
"Yeah, one finished loading this morning and the other one was Deo Gentem. We would've gotten a message from DragonFyre if she was there. To top if off, half of those realms are extremely violent and dangerous. Call of Duty's there as well." TrailBlaiser artifact pulses red for a moment in anger.
"Since when was Call of Duty a story?!" she demands.
"Since DoveSlash begged me to make it one." he explains. TrailBlaiser pouts.
"Great. Now I've got Sapphire missing, Owlcry in danger, and Agent Wannabe to deal with. Lovely." 

Wesley Snaps

Wesley and Marissa sits on the grass, watching some of the elves finish the Wing Ceremony. Wesley watches the race intently, while Marissa, who's lying on the ground, stares dreamily into the sky. "Ugh. Why does this matter?" she groans. Wesley glares at her.
"The Wing Ceremony is a test of skills to see which youth is ready to become a knight and go into more advanced training. Plus, the winner gets a sailcloth from Zelda at the end of the ceremony." Marissa sits up and brushes grass off of her hair.
"Sailcloth? What's that?" she asks. Wesley stands and paces, clearly annoyed with her.
"It's this parachute like bit of fabric the knights use to break their fall when diving off of the Loftwings." His attention is snapped away as cheering erupts from the crowd. One of the elves, a teenage boy on a crimson Loftwing, flies over to the statue of the Goddess and lands. He speaks for a moment with the girl standing on top of the statue and she hands him a bit of folded fabric. She gets really close to him and leans in. Marissa watches intently.
"Are they gonna kiss?" she asks hopefully. Wesley smirks and says nothing. A shout is heard from the statue as the boy is pushed off and plummets to the ground. At the last second, he holds up the sailcloth, which expands and safely floats him to the ground. 
"Does that answer your question?" Wesley teases. Marissa glares up at Zelda. 
"That girl knows nothing about flirting, does she?! I mean, really! You're supposed to at least go out before trying to kill him!" The other elves scowl at her, but she doesn't pay them any attention. "Look, if this game is about flying around and clouds, how does this even qualify to be a story? Really?" Wesleys opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it.
"Marissa, you need to consider that all stories don't start exciting right away. Maybe if you had a little more patience, you would realize that. And maybe you wouldn't have looked inside realms you know you were forbidden to go near!" he remarks. Marissa bristles up.
"Hey! You didn't have to stand there all night while these portals just lied there, as if beckoning me to explore. I'm curious, okay?!" she counters.
"Right, because that never gets anyone killed. Ever. And by the way, I dd have to stand there all night. I'm actually surprised you didn't see me! RiverFlyte asked me to watch you. And now I see why! You are a clumsy little fool, Marissa! How you ever became a full agent is beyond me! You should have heard what TrailBlaiser was saying. Even she was reluctant to promote you! Her own apprentice! You're a pathetic excuse for an agent and you always will be!" Wesley finishes his rant and realizes the situation. The villagers stand back in silence, while tears well up in Marissa's eyes. Her artifact glows lavender, but fizzles out. She runs off, sobbing. Wesley's frustration burns again for a moment, and he instantly regret his next words as they leave his mouth. "It's your fault we're stuck here! And no one's coming to save you this time!"

Legend of Zelda

"Whatever." Marissa groans. "I'll just call TrailBlaiser to come get us." She whips out her communicator and dials. It beeps and she realizes there's no signal. "What? This thing is a piece of crap if I can't even call home." Wesley facepalms.
"This why one doesn't go near unstable realms." he sighs. Looking u at the clouds, he sees a group of birds flying after another bird. "Look, they seem to be the dominant race here, so let's just ask them for help." Marisa shrugs and the both transform. Halfway over to them, they're spotted by the group of riders, who zoom back to the floating island. "Um, okay." They follow the birds until the island comes into focus. A huge statue of a angel-like being stands serenely on one end where many elves have gathered. The three birds land and their riders dismount. Marissa and Wesley dive at them, transforming back into humans at the last second. The elves gasp and a few of them raise swords. "We mean you no harm!" Wes reassures them. An elder steps forward.
"Who are you?" he asks. Marissa skips forward.
"We're Realm Travelers!" The elves stare blankly. Wesley glares at her.
"They don't know what we are because the realm isn't synced yet." he growls. Marissa puts her hands on her hips.
"Well how was I supposed to know that, Wessyboo?" she taunts. Wes's face burns red.
"It was in your training! And don't call me that!" Marissa flips her hair over her shoulder.
"Okay, Cuddle-bear." Wesley activates his magic and blasts her with grey light. She falls backward and lands on her rump. "If you have half an ounce of intelligence you won't do that again." she warns. Her artifact glows a soft lavender and pulses with each heartbeat.
"Fighting you would be pointless. We're both stuck here whether you like it or not. Besides, I'd beat you without even trying." he reasons. Marissa jumps to her feet angrily.
"Prove it!" she threatens. Wesley's aura glow grey again and he prepares to strike.
"Enough!" the elder commands. The magic fades. "I don't know who you two are, but what I do know is that you've disrupted the Wing Ceremony further than it already was." Wesley's brows knit in concentration.
"Wing Ceremony?" He looks around, first taking in the birds, then the statue, then his gaze finally rests on two of the elves, a blonde girl and a brown-hair boy. "I know where we are!" he announces. Marissa stares blankly. "This is Skyward Sword! The L of Z game right after Twilight Princess." Marissa's still confused. "It's a video game." he sighs.
"Geek." 

Oh Sapphire... -_-

TrailBlaiser leads Sapphire over to the Realms Corridor. "Okay, your job tonight is to guard these open realms to make sure nothing goes wrong. If something malfunctions, contact me immediately." Sapphire nods. "These portals are open because we are scanning them and setting up magic links so that we can travel freely to these realms with portals. Sapphire, I want to make this very clear: these portals are not safe for travel. Get lost in one and it could be weeks before we can retrieve you. Understand?" Sapphire rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I get the picture. Gosh TrailBlaiser, have some faith in me." TrailBlaiser shakes her head and walks away. Sapphire leans against a wall, yawning.

As TrailBlaiser wanders into the Elemental Commons, RiverFlyte smiles at her. "So, still think she can't handle it?" he asks. TrailBlaiser sighs.

"She's cocky. Normally, that would be bad thing, but at least there's no way she could screw this up. Did you inform Owlcry?" RiverFlyte nods.

"He should be observing her now." TrailBlaiser opens her mouth to speak, but RiverFlyte cuts her off. "And Persia is rooming with Sugar for the night."

"You thought of everything, huh?" she asks. RiverFlyte shrugs and smiles.

"It's what I do best."

*three hours later*

"I'm bored!" Sapphire complains, after sitting against the wall for hours. "Night Guard Duty is lame." She gets up, stretches,and walks around a bit. Curiosity getting the better of her, she begins peeking inside the portals. The first one is of a midnight forest, with a bunch of teenagers sitting around a fire, singing "Amazing Grace". "Oh, this must be Deo Gentem." she decides. She peeks into a few more realms, some she recognizes, some she doesn't. She finally comes to the last portal and sticks her head in. The realm is an endless sky, filled with clouds and floating rocks. A large floating island beckons from the distance, and large birds fly around her, with elven riders. "What is this, Minecraft meets Lord of the Rings?" Suddenly, she feels a hand on her waist, which was slowly sliding into the realm, and she gasps, loses her balance, and sends both her and the intruder tumbling into the sky realm. She screams and her artifact is activated, changing her form into a dragon. She looks around wildly, but the portal is no where to be found, and only a small owl accompanies her.

"Well, that was nicely done!" caws the owl in a male voice.

"Huh? Oops, sorry Wesley!" Marissa calls.

"Sorry's not gonna cut it this time! You've stranded us here!" he yells.

"Just open another portal!" They fly over to one of the floating rocks, land, and transform back into humans.

"You can't open a portal in an experimental realm, Marissa. The laws of magic haven't been set. Our only two options are wait for TrailBlaiser to finish up with this realm, or get transported out by this realm's deity, who, by the way, could be hostile toward us and demand human sacrifice." He notices Marissa's shocked expression. "And yes, there have been some who do that." Marissa wrinkles her nose.

"Gross. You first."

Stress Level: TrailBlaiser

RiverFlyte walks into TrailBlaiser's room, shuffling through a handful of papers. "Hey, Leo?" he asks, not looking up. "Did you get that scan from Digimon finished?" 
"Kinda busy, Sep." she sighs. RiverFlyte notices the group of girls in the room. 
"Er, care to explain?" TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes. 
"If I could, believe me. I would." Lexi smiles at RiverFlyte.
"Hey, you're cute! Are you that boy Persia was talking about?" TrailBlaiser grabs Lexi and slams her onto the floor.
"No, Sep is my boyfriend. And I suggest you go back to your own little verse. I don't need amateurs running around my headquarters." Lexi and Elara bristle.
"Amateurs? We are highly trained students of the Mystika Academy!" TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes.
"Right. Because being taught at a big fancy school gives you the same credentials as being trained my Aslan himself." RiverFlyte grabs TrailBlaiser's wrist.
"Enough. Arguments get us no where." he reasons. TrailBlaiser pouts.
"Fine. Why are you guys here?" she asks. Elara helps Lexi up.
"I was giving a tour when I accidentally opened a portal to RTHQ. No biggy." Lexi explains. TrailBlaiser glares. 
"Right. and then you just happen to walk into my room and annoy me. Get out. Sep and I have some important matters to attend to. Big kid stuff. Now, run along back to Mistake-ia Academy and leave me alone!" She pushes them out the door and slams it.
"You handled that well." RiverFlyte observes.
"It's been a stressful day." she sighs. RiverFlyte kisses her on the forehead.
"I get it. Being the leader is hard." She leans onto his shoulder. He gently strokes her hair.
"So, what was that about Digimon, again?" she asks. RiverFlyte hands her the stack of papers, which she examines.
"I was going to ask if you did the scans yet." TrailBlaiser sits on her bed and splays out.
"Ugh, no. I've been busy with the Zelda Realm and DragonFyre's been pestering me about Deo Gentem and-" she's stopped by a kiss.
"You need to relax." he soothes. "I know your job is hard but you need to take it easy." TrailBlaiser sits up.
"Easy for you to say. Sapphire's gonna be guarding the Realms Corridor tonight. and who knows what kind of trouble she'll get into!" RiverFlyte thinks for a bit.
"I'll try to talk Owlcry into watching her from a distance. Come on, you need to have a little faith in her." 
"She's not like her parents..." she sighs.

Sapphire's Post

Wassup people of the interwebs? This is Agent Sapphire bloggin' at you from RTHQ. Kk, so, you know how TrailBlaiser and RiverFlyte were at each other's throats and then suddenly back together? Yeah, I didn't get it either. So, I had Sugar explain it to me. What had happened was, while I was off missionizing in the Hunger Games Realm, those two had been fighting. RiverFlyte was mad at TrailBlaiser because she always played the hero. TrailBlaiser was mad at RiverFlyte because she felt like he just didn't understand her. It wasn't until the Veteran's Day mission that they saw each others' point of view and made up. The thing is, TrailBlaiser is like a mother to all the other agents, or at least she sees herself that way, and that doesn't fly with RiverFlyte. So, while TrailBlaiser's off risking her life for the sake of maternal instincts, he's sitting back being logical and more than a little ticked off. My superiors are 100% wackadoodle. (look it up, it's a word)

"Sapphire?" TrailBlaiser asks. "What are you doing on my blog?"

Uh-oh. I've been caught!

"What do you mean?" Sapphire asks in her sweetest voice. "What blog? I'm not blogging. This is just... um.. Facebook! Yeah, the new update that just happens to look like your blog!" Sapphire smiles convincingly, but TrailBlaiser doesn't buy it.
"You're gossiping again, aren't you?" Sapphire's face goes red. "If I catch you on my blog again without permission, you're getting extra Night Guard Duty, understand?" 
"'Extra?' What do you mean 'extra'?" Sapphire gasps.
"It's a tradition that after a new agent's first successful mission, they guard the Realms Corridor to make sure nothing malfunctions. I'll explain more later." Sapphire gets off the spinney chair and walks away sullenly.
"Fine, but I'm not gonna be happy about it!"
"It wasn't a requirement to smile." TrailBlaiser sighs.

Sorry about her. Now, what did she post... Gah! Ooh, that girl drives me crazy! Of course, she right about the fight. But, I don't mother my agents! Really! Grr... Whatever, if the readers are gonna believe an agent over the leader, that's cool. Let them See if I care...
                                    
                     Dream on, Agent TrailBlaiser (And Sapphire!) How?! You aren't even on this computer anymore!

FyreFlyte

Okay, well it got boring waiting all day for something to happen. I wanted to save this post for tomorrow but I got bored. So you get to read it early! Yay!

A piercing scream shatters Leo's thoughts. She looks around as the colonists flee, trying to find the source. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spots Sep, leaning up against the wall of the Customs House. Blood soaks his shirt and cloak, his face contorted with pain. "Septimus!" she cries as she fights through the crowd. She isn't physically strong enough to break free, so she activates her artifact, transforming herself into a dragon. The colonists scream in fear, but she pays them no heed. Spreading her wings, she rises into the air, just above the mob. The Sons of Liberty watch her in horror. She lands just feet from Sep and transforms back into a human. "Mighty Aslan, Sep! What happened?!" Sep smiles feebly at her, color drained from his face.

"The kid was in danger. I had to help him..." Tears stream down Leo's face as she rips fabric off of her cloak and wraps it around the wound.

"If you had just left with the crowd you wouldn't have gotten hurt!" she cries.

"If I had left with the crowd, that boy would have gotten trampled." Their eyes meet for a moment, no words are said, but none need to be.

"I understand." they both whisper. Leo continues dressing his wound, but the blood continues to pour. 

"Okay, can you stand?" she asks. 

"I... think so." he groans. Sep puts his arm around Leo's shoulders and they slowly get up. Sep loses his balance for a moment, and Leo holds him up. 

"We have to make it outside of town. Swift is there. She can heal you." 

"That's no good if I've got a chunk of lead in my body." he counters. Leo looks around desperately.

"Fine. But you've gotta trust me." 

"With my life." he promises. Leo takes a deep breath.

"I've never tried this before, but, in theory..." Sep gives her a terrified look, but she just smiles. "FyreFlyte." she breathes. The artifact obeys and launches them into the sky in a rocket-like explosion. Leo takes a firm grasp of Sep and she attempts to maneuver them to the outskirts of town where the agents gather, watching the fight from a distance.

"You know how to land, right?" Sep asks. Leo smiles.

"Sure, in theory. Kinda like how one can theoretically dig into his backyard and find a pile of diamonds." The spell starts to lose power and they fall, spiraling to the ground. 

"Leo!" Sep yells. 

"On it!" She spreads her wings and catches an air current. Using that, she manages to glide them back down to safety. They tumble onto the ground, Sep landing beside her. "Well, that was fun!" Sep pushes himself off the ground and wobbles a bit trying to stand.

"Yeah, kinda like the time you convinced me to camp in the Forest. Still haven't gotten over the squirrel incident, by the way."

"You love me anyway?" Sep thinks for a moment.

"Always." 

You Don't Dare Fire!

"Loyalist!" Leo screams.
"Barbarian patriot!" Sep shouts back.
"Redcoat!"
"Yankee!" The magical auras glow strongly, pulsing with every adrenaline-filled heartbeat so that it looks like a red and blue strobe light. "Your people tarred and feathered innocent tax collectors and threatened to hang anyone who disagreed with them. Face it, you're a country founded on terrorism!" he yells.
"Your stupid king continued to raise taxes that we couldn't afford, sending many of us into poverty and debtor's prison!" she retaliates.
"Taxes that the people of England had already been paying for nearly two generations without whining about it! Don't you dare call me out without analyzing the facts! We needed the money to pay off our debts with our war with France!" he barks. Leo laughs maliciously.
"Which war with France?! You've been at war since the dawn of time! Who's got problems now?!" Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a group of colonists with clubs about to go into the city. "And I'm done here." She runs off to join them. 
"Yeah, go terrorize people like the ******* Patriot you are!" he shouts. The agents gasp, but Leo disregards him. 
"Sep, watch your language!" Swift cries. "We are Aslan's chosen. Act like it!" He brushes her off and storms away into town on the other side.

"Hey boys!" Leo calls flirtatiously to the colonists. Some of them stop and stare at her as she runs up to them. "You big, strong boys gonna beat those lobster-backs home to England?" She bats her eyelashes at one colonist boy, who blushes slightly. His friend nudges him forward.
"Yeah, you wanna join us?" he asks nervously. Leo smiles broadly.
"Daughter of Liberty, at your service." she says formally. Hooking her arms around the colonist's, they move into the city.

Sep wanders into the city, following the crowds of people over to the Customs Office, where several British soldiers are guarding the tax money. "Fire!" One colonist yells. "You don't dare fire, you cowards!" The soldiers glare at the man, but do nothing. 
"What do you carry those muskets for if you're not gonna use them!" yells a familiar voice. Sep turns to see Leo, arm-in-arm with one of the Sons of Liberty. "Come on! Fire!" The crowd starts to scream out for the soldiers to fire, but they refuse. The captain, dressed in formal naval attire, stands behind the soldiers.
"Don't fire!" he shouts to his men. "Whatever you do, do not fire!" A shot is heard int the distance, clearly not from the soldiers, but they hear it and assume an order has been given. The men begin to fire shots into the crowd. The colonists scream and run, bumping into Sep as he tries to reach the Customs Office wall. A young boy begins crying, the mob nearly trampling him. Sep dodges through the crowd and grabs the boy, placing him out of harms way. A misguided shot hits him in the arm, knocking him down. He cries out in agony as blood seeps from the wound. Sep crawls to the safety of the wall and clutches his injury. 

The Boston Massacre Just Got Worse

Leo leads her agents through a portal, Sep in the back, both still fuming but trying to look impassive. "We're here." Leo barks. "Assassin's Creed 3." Terrance and Wes exchange excited glances. 
"So, we get to spend Veteran's Day Weekend in one of the hottest, most awesome, most violent video game of the year?" Wes asks, his voice shaking with excitement.
"Yes..." Leo sighs. The boys high five and shout in joy.
"Bring on the Templar!" Wes screams.
"Destroy those Redcoats!" Terrance cries. The boys get lost in a discussion about the best way to kill someone with a hidden blade. Leo and Sep catch each other's gaze for a moment, but turn away, glaring at the ground. Swift puts a hand on Leo's shoulder.
"You can't stay mad at him forever." she chides. Leo growls quietly.
"Watch me." She storms off in the direction of the marketplace. Signs and beggars line the streets. She spots a young boy selling newspapers. "Excuse me, may I buy one?" she asks politely.
"Certainly, Miss. Three shilling." he replies. She fishes into her pocket and pulls out a golden coin.
"It's not English or American money, but it's pure gold." The boy takes the coin and hands her a paper, staring in awe at the gold.
"Wow, it's got a lion on it!" the boy cries in glee. "I can't wait to show this to Mr. Franklin!" He tucks the coin into his pocket. "Thank you, Miss!" She nods and walks back to the group. Upon arriving, she notices the boys trying to fight with sticks and Rogers laughing, trying to teach them how to fight properly. She opens the paper, and her senior agents gather around her.
"'March 5, the year of our Lord 1770.'" she reads. "Now why does that date sound familiar...?" She reads o until it hits her. "The Boston Massacre!" They boys stop fighting and stare.
"You mean Synchronization 4? Connor's first trip into Boston?" Terrance asks. The other agents give him a blank look. "What? I know my video games." Leo shakes her head.
"Whatever. If we head into town at the right moment, we can see some British soldiers get the smack down they deserve." she concludes. Septimus scoffs.
"The 'British soldiers get the smack down they deserve?' That is so typical of you that you would side with the American's when they're the real culprits." Leo's face burns red in anger and her amulet starts to pulse.
"I'm sorry, but what am I? American, that's what. So sorry if I offended you with patriotism!" She barks. Sep rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, sure. You won't even attempt to see Britain's side of the argument. No, America's always in the right. Tell that the the Cherokees on the Trail of Tears, the victims of Hiroshima and the Vietnam War veterans." he retorts. His amulet flares up navy blue. "You are so American!"
"That's better than being a good-for-nothing pirate who thinks he's all that when he gets beat by an infant nation!"
"We burned your capital in 1814!" They get locked in an all out shouting match over history and politics while the agents just watch fearfully.
"Wow." Sugar breathes. "Do they have problems." Kopa nods.
"Major. Why can't they just forgive and forget already?"  

Well, That Escalated Rather Quickly

"Okay. Get in. Get the info. Get out." Marissa breathes. She peers around the corner to find more guards posted outside a door. She takes a steadying breath and thinks. Slowly, she raises a hand, lavender smoke rolling off of it, and sends a blast of light at them, knocking the guards unconscious. She darts over to then and examines the guards, checking for injuries. "Leave no trace. Leave no trace." She repeats to herself. Standing up again, she brushes the smoke off of her hands. "That was surprisingly easy." She observes. Gently, she opens the door. She's greeted by a crystal bowl filled with berries. "Ooh, yummy! I love blueberries!" She picks up a handful and is about to pop it int her mouth when something stops her cold. A man with a swirling beard lies dead on the floor, berry juice staining his mouth. Quickly, she drops the berries and rips open a portal.

"TrailBlaiser!" Sapphire screams. The other agents stare at her in alarm as she comes running through a portal, terror marking her face. 
"What's wrong, Sapphire?" Terrance asks. She shakes in fear and tries to form words.
"Th- the berries... B-bad berries! And he w-was j-just dead!" she stutters. TrailBlaiser parts the crowd and watches her former apprentice disdainfully.
"Sapphire. If that bothers you, being a Realm Traveler isn't for you. We look death in the eyes and sneer." RiverFlyte puts a hand on TrailBlaiser's shoulder.
"Yes, while others run at him and make out." he teases. TrailBlaiser bats him on the arm. "The idea is to toughen you up by giving you that kind of mission. Death and danger are part of our everyday lives. We usually try to avoid putting ourselves in dangerous situations over trivial things, though." TrailBlaiser whirls on him.
"Oh, so now I'm a bad Realm Traveler? Just because I don't like watching the innocent die?" she shouts. 
"I didn't say that... specifically." he counters.
"Would you rather I let people die because of protocol? Heck, I'll give up my life a thousand times to save others!" she barks. RiverFlyte's glares hard at TrailBlaiser.
"I know! Stupidly! Just once could you possibly think about anything other than being a hero?! It makes me sick how you always decide that it's your duty to kill yourself to protect a tree from a woodpecker!" TrailBlaiser's face burns with anger and her amulet starts to glow. RiverFlyte's amulet emits a protective shield of blue in defense. "Did Aslan give you a frequent flyer card of something? 'Cause you sure seem to take lots of trips across the crystal sea!"
"Shut up!" TrailBlaiser screams. "Shut up! I'm sick of you always calling me out! We're through!" Her aura blazes fiery red and smoke rises from her hair. 
"Oh, we've been though for a long time!" They turn away from each other and stomp away, RiverFlyte outside to the courtyard and TrailBlaiser to the Elemental Commons. They're gone with a simultaneous slam of doors. The agents stand awkwardly in confusion. 
"Did anyone understand what just happened?" Rabbitleap asks. Swiftwind shakes her head.
"Drama. As usual. You take RiverFlyte, I've got TrailBlaiser. They had better not still be fighting by our Veteran's Day mission or the Revolution won't be the only war we see."

Reprimanded

Wow guys, sorry I haven't been on in a while. I've had choir stuff and homework overload, y'know? So, without further procrastination, I mean interruption....

Terrance and Marissa finally make it to the Game Maker's home. "Is this it?" she asks. Terrance shrugs. 
"Dunno. Here, let me run a scan." He pulls out his communicator and hits a few buttons, switching apps. "TrailBlaiser just installed these. Makes missions much easier, if you want to cheat or are lost." Marissa looks about as he scans the realm for the target.
"Of all the realms, this one seems really dangerous." Terrance smirks.
"We could've been in Slender..." he taunts. Marissa tenses up and closes her eyes tightly. 
"Gosh! Don't even mention Slender! That game scared me so bad! I didn't sleep for two days. And even then, I kept the lights on." The communicator finishes scanning and Terrance examines the coordinates. 
"Good. We're in the right place." He grabs her hand and leads her onto the grounds, where a guard stops them.
"Halt." he commands. "No uninvited guests on the grounds. Go away." Marissa shrinks back behind Terrance.
"Jedi. Go Jedi on him." she whispers. Terrance looks back at her and smiles.
"Actually, I think we have bigger problems than him." Marissa looks behind them to a group of suspicious Peacekeepers, including the one Terrance confused. 
"You mean them?" she asks. Terrance shakes his head.
"Worse. Her." He points a shaking finger at the figure of a young woman, too far away to see, but they can feel her energy signature. Terrance and Marissa back up slowly as the young woman advances, sword in hand. The Peacekeepers finally spot her and draw their weapons. One fires his gun, but the bullet merely drops to the ground. They exchange questioning glances then fire again, but the same thing happens. The woman comes into full view, strawberry blonde hair blowing about in the wind, shimmering blue dress and cloak flowing out behind her. Her red stone sword glints in the harsh sunlight. She looks at the Peacekeepers, and they tense up, as if against their will, and kneel before her. The guard does the same. She then turns her attention to the Realm Travelers. "I- I can explain..." Terrance stutters. Lenora glares at him like a mother to a disobedient child.
"I'm sure you have some long thought out sob story to convince me that breaking my rules is acceptable. Save your storytelling for the pen." Terrance shuts his mouth and bows before her.
"Yes ma'am." he murmurs. 
"Go back to RTHQ. You will not be punished. This time." she instructs. They both rise and open a portal, but Leo puts a hand on Marissa. "Not you. Your mission isn't over. You haven't failed yet. You have one more chance. Finish the mission. Without help. Learn to put your skills to use. You are a Realm Traveler. Don't rely on Terrance. I know you can do this. No apprentice of mine fails. Understand?" Marissa nods slowly. "Good. Now, come along Terrance." He obeys and exits the realm. She turns back to Marissa. "They will come back to their senses in fifteen minutes. Get up to the house, get the information you need, and get out. I expect to see you back at RTHQ in twenty minutes. Good luck." Marissa bows as Leo steps through the portal. Then, she dashes to the front door of the mansion.