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Autumndusk, The COU Castle, The Meeting Room, Time: 6:10 AM
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As they settled into their seats, they exchanged a knowing glance, aware of the impending chaos that was about to ensue.
"Do you think..." Freya began, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"Yup, that's her alright," Bada responded, a hint of wry anticipation in his voice. He was all too familiar with the unmistakable signs of what was to come.
Their expectations were soon fulfilled as a vibrant and energetic voice echoed down the corridor, growing louder with each passing second.
A blur of cyan streaked into view, performing an acrobatic backflip that ended with a flourish right in front of the meeting room door.
The newcomer was Magne, known as the Cyan Archsentinel and The Sea Surfers, known for her exuberance and penchant for making grand entrances.
"GOOD MORNING, FELLOW MEMBERS! TODAY'S EARLY MEETING OUT OF NOWHERE!!!"
Magne's announcement rang out like a megaphone, her voice both loud and spirited, matching her boisterous personality.
Her short cyan hair and sailor pajamas, complete with a captain's hat perched atop her head, gave her a unique and distinctive appearance.
Bada couldn't help but shake his head in fond exasperation, already familiar with Magne's penchant for enthusiastic outbursts.
"Magne, you know what I say about that," he chided gently, a subtle warning underlying his words. He was well aware of the disruptions her unchecked enthusiasm could cause.
"Hehe! Sorry! I think It was the coffee in the morning!" Magne giggled, her tone sheepish as she settled into her chair.
The chair's design resembled an anchor, a nod to her nautical theme and a whimsical touch that mirrored her personality.
With the characters assembled and the room's atmosphere set, the meeting was poised to begin.
Bada exchanged a knowing look with Freya, his expression a mix of amusement and readiness.
As the discussion unfolded, they would navigate the unique dynamics of their team, each member contributing their quirks and strengths to the challenges that lay ahead.
"God, you better have a good story about this, Bada..." came a tired male voice, resonating as the figure descended the spiraling stairs.
The newcomer bore a distinctive appearance with his long, dark green hair cascading down, and a pair of reindeer horns gracing his head. He exuded an air of carefree simplicity, a quality evident in his attire.
Varian, known as The Green Archsentinel or The Forestry of Life, was his name.
He wore a loose-fitting tunic and corresponding pants, both in a serene shade of dark green. The tunic's V-neck design and generously wide sleeves contributed to the overall relaxed aura of his outfit. His straight-legged pants, designed for comfort and freedom of movement, complemented his laid-back nature.
"I know that you don't particularly relish morning meetings, Varian. But please endure it for a while," Bada implored, his tone understanding Varian's sleepiness.
Varian, appearing as though he could fall asleep at any moment, lethargically settled onto the vine-adorned throne chair.
However, his drowsiness got the better of him, and he opted to simply lay his head on the meeting table for a quick nap.
"It seems I wasn't the first to arrive," a soothing, masculine voice remarked, resonating as the door to the meeting room swung open.
Stepping in was an individual of distinct presence, characterized by their dark, ebony hair. He donned a crisp white suit with a black cravat, while a single gray glove adorned one hand. His demeanor exuded an air of serenity and frostiness, casting an aura as cold as their personality.
This was Aziz, recognized as The White Archsentinel, also known as The White King.
"Hey, Aziz! Buddy! You should come down and join us," Magne cheerfully called out, her enthusiasm in stark contrast to Aziz's composed demeanor, as he settled comfortably into the white crystal-adorned throne chair.
"God, Captain... Why in the hell are we doing this in the morning?" The collective groans of discontent reverberated in the air, prompting a resigned sigh from Bada.
Two figures, each bearing their form of morning disarray, made their entrance.
One was a woman with tousled purple hair, her attire a set of pajamas that hinted at her recent awakening. Perched on her nose were circular eyeglasses, adding to her air of dishevelment.
She was Kiara, acknowledged as The Orange Archsentinel and renowned as The Great Leader.
Beside her, a tall muscular man with a mop of purple hair adorned a purple coat bearing distinct dinosaur symbols on the shoulders.
His right eye was marked by a significant scar. Both took their seats on their designated chairs, which were conspicuously colored to match their respective domains.
Erik was recognized as The Purple Archsentinel, known as The Living Fossils.
"I am going to kill you if this meeting is about Magne's dolphin again." Erik found his place on the throne of fossils, while Kiara settled into her stone-embedded seat, surrounded by fluttering banners.
"You were fine with this yesterday, so why are you complaining?" Freya's voice brimmed with a playful defense of her boyfriend.
Erik, not one to back down easily, retorted, "Oh, you wanna fight, you matchsticks?!" His tone indicated a readiness for confrontation, his hand poised for a gesture that might escalate the situation.
Bada intervened swiftly, seeking to steer the focus back to the matters at hand. "Hey! We've got matters to deal with here. Where's Mels and Nils?" His question hung in the air, eager to progress the proceedings.
Freya's demeanor took a more naughty turn as she teased, "Oooh, I think I know where they are~." Her words piqued everyone's curiosity, their gazes locked onto her for an answer.
"I spotted them by the greenhouse this morning. They were busy planting for the festival~," Freya revealed with a tone of satisfaction.
"Oh my god, they are such a lovely couple!" Magne couldn't help but gush over the seemingly perfect harmony between the two.
Meanwhile, Aziz observed from a distance, his thoughts veiled by his composed exterior.
Though he did trust Mels and knew Nils was a fixture by her side, he discreetly pushed aside any lingering apprehensions that could trouble his thoughts about his brother's romantic involvement.
"Well, I suppose we can proceed with the meeting in their absence," Bada suggested, choosing to let the matter slide for the moment.
"Two of our members are missing today," he noted, as the assembled Archsentinels waited for the final two participants to make their appearance.
The ambiance of the room was suddenly graced with a musical touch as the doors swung open, accompanied by the melodious strumming of a guitar. "Ahahaha~ I have arrived!"
A figure entered, boasting short, gracefully curved pink and white hair. His attire, a kimono that mirrored the hues of his hair, added a serene elegance to his appearance. The wooden saddle footwear he wore completed the picture.
This was Isozaki, known as The Sakura, the Pink Archsentinel.
As the musical notes faded, another presence made itself known dramatically. A manly, resounding voice pierced the air, "Sorry! Coming through!" accompanied by the sight of a figure descending gracefully from the sky to land atop Isozaki.
Dressed in a light brown steampunk hat and matching attire, this individual exhibited a blend of light and dark hair, styled in a unique fusion. A cog was neatly tucked into one of his pockets.
He was Enzo, recognized as The Gear Matters, the Archsentinel of Light Brown.
"Oh, Iso! Thanks for the landing."Enzo smoothly navigated to his cog-adorned throne, occupying it with confidence.
"Ahahaha... No problem~" Isozaki, on the other hand, crawled to his musical note-inspired throne.
With all members accounted for, Bada rose from his seat, signaling that the time for deliberation had come.
He proudly displayed the newspapers he held in his hand, a visual cue that the meeting was ready to commence.
With everyone in their seats and the stage set, Bada cleared his throat, the rustling of the newspapers in his hand drawing the attention of the room.
He gazed around the assembly, his expression a mix of solemnity and resolve.
"Alright, everyone," he began, his voice carrying the weight of the moment, "Let's get down to business."
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