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<b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">LOCATION || <i>Casoria, Italy travelling to Zodiac Island</i><br/>
MENTIONING ||<i> Vincent Darke - The Zodiac Force</i></span><br/>
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<i><div style="border: 0px;font-color:transparent;height: 1px;background-image:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, darkred, transparent); margin: 7px 0px 7px 0px"></div></i></b>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The travel from the United States to Italy had been by plane and had lasted nearly twelve hours, give or take. First Class was rather nice, had it not been for the deceitful little child in front of her that had kept loudly singing each goddamned Disney song that he knew of. The flight attendants had been by several times to notify the parents that their child was becoming a nuisance, of course in very professional ways, yet the parents had waved the flight attendants away each time, offended that the women had even suggested their darling child was a fucking nightmare. Perhaps it was just Idris' sour mood that made her think such things. Perhaps it was the Darkness plaguing her brain that made her think such things. And perhaps... perhaps it was the transmission that she had received from Kiva, ordering that any remaining members of the Zodiac Force make haste to Zodiac Island, bringing along any Supers that she knew of in the process. Of course, she knew many. But she wasn't small minded enough to think that she was the only being who had gotten the transmission, so she'd decided to make a singular stop on her way to the Island - that stop being House Darke. <br/>
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It had been ten long years since Idris Darke had stepped foot onto the compound. Ten years that she'd spent doing her best to get away from the Elements and their ever incesant need to exploit Idris and her collection of abilities, doing their best to mold her to their standards. They had not succeeded. Despite that she was the famed Elemental, a being who has only born once every thousand years, she was still Idris and from a very young age, she'd always had a strong head on her shoulders and a profound sense of who she was and what she wanted. She'd tried to move on, moving to France to live alone, working as a Historian by day and a high-end bartender by night. Yet very quickly she'd found out that it was impossible for her to go without using her gifts. It was physically painful to keep such things bottled inside, mentally straining. The longer she refrained from using her powers, the more the battle between good and evil raged in her mind. It had been her father ultimately who had suggested she join the Zodiac Force and once her powers had been displayed to the other Supers, they had insisted she joined. And there, she had remained. Until the Supers started to go missing, only to resurface dead. And then, the Zodiac Force had dissolved. Forgotten. Abandoned. Irrelevant. And now, they were being called to return. In one way or another, Idris knew they were returning for a good reason. Yet at the same time, she wondered if they were simply being led to their slaughter like cattle.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><b><i>• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •</i></b></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Her sleek, obsidian Aston Martin Vantage pulled up to the front of House Darke, the engine purring as she slowed her drive. The driveway to the estate was long and winding, separating their compound from the main road by way of a quarter mile drive. The plane ride, the drive from Naples, Italy to Casoria, Italy, and the drive down the driveway should have given Idris enough time to come to terms with facing her father, yet it had done little in terms of preparation. Instead, as she guided her car to a park in front of the entrance to House Darke, she sat there a long while. She stared out of her windshield, into the sprawling vineyard that she faced, before taking a deep breath and finally reaching her resolve. Exiting the car, Idris made the walk up the stone steps and into the foyer of the estate with a stoic, "don't fuck with me" expression on her face, a symbol of her current, dark mood. She was dressed rather nicely, wearing a body fitting black dress that came to a stop just above her knees and her favorite red-bottom Louboutin's. She was the exact image of everything that a Dark Element should be, with her flowing chocolate hair hanging lose down her shoulders, yet she was more. So much more. <br/>
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<i>"Idris Darke, the famed Elementa. To what does your humble father owe the pleasure?"</i><br/>
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Idris' head turned to the right, looking into the family room as she saw Vincent Darke standing there in all of his dark glory. He truly was the Conqueror of Darkness, both in power and in appearance, yet instead of admiration she only felt irritation. By the way of his greeting, she knew he had not yet checked his emails or his encrypted computer. He knew nothing of Kiva's transmission. Despite the fact that the Zodiac Force had dissolved, Idris was diligent in keeping tabs on any encrypted files or transmissions that would link back to the organization's name. Vincent seemed to have forgotten them altogether. <br/>
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"This is not a leisurely call, father." Idris started, raising a dark brow at him as he gazed at her, unsure of how to speak to her at times. <br/>
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"I see. Well, perhaps we can discuss your... "business" over a glass of wine? Marcella has just finished aging the most beautiful batch of Pinot I have ever tasted." Vincent grinned, moving from his position in the family room to come and stand in front of Idris. Even at almost two heads taller than her, she still made him feel so small. <br/>
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"That won't be necessary, we have a long flight ahead. I've received a transmission from Kiva, calling all remaining Supers back to Zodiac Island. There were no instructions as to why, no other messages to decipher. We are needed at the base of operations." Idris' words were cool, clipped, and full of business. Perhaps if it were anyone else, she'd show a bit of warmth. However, she just couldn't bring herself to be that way with Vincent - not anymore and she hadn't been able to for quite a long time. <br/>
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"Oh? Well, then we must make haste. Maybe we are getting the chance to be Scorpio and Snake once again." Vincent grinned down at his daughter, but inside, a sharp feeling of worry twisted his gut. They couldn't know his secret... could they? Were they sending Idris to fetch him so that he could not escape? No need in getting his britches in a bunch already, but fuck... <br/>
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"I do not associate myself with snakes, father." Idris spat, turning on her heel to exit out of the front door, leaving her father staring after her. And just like that, nearly two hours later, Idris and Vincent were boarding a private jet, the jet in which Vincent had always used when dealing business that related to the Zodiac Force. And in a few short hours, they would be touching down on Zodiac Island's runway. The Snake and Scorpio, father and daughter... Light and Dark. They would return, they would heed the call and do what was necessary because it was their duty. But only one of them truly believed such things. Only one of them was doing it for selfless reasons. </span><br/>
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