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</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bb1111"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 22px">NAME: Adaleigh Christine Daughtry</span></span></span></span><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Alias: </span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Cabal Red, too many personal aliases to list<br/>
<b>Primary Nicknames</b>: AC, Addy<br/>
<b>Age: </b>26<br/>
<b>Date/Time: </b>June 2022 @ ~12:00pm<br/>
<b>Location: </b>Outside the Manor =&gt; Manor Entrance<br/>
<b>Wearing: </b>See Picture<br/>
<b>Mood Music:</b> <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DKGf547Q2U4w&amp;hash=26563fbb5961c2439ffccfdca2ef57aa" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGf547Q2U4w" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">I'll Fight</a><br/>
<b>Tagging: </b>Everybody<br/>
<b>Mentioning: </b>Everybody</span><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Addy knew what she was getting in for when she hopped on her bike to return home. She certainly knew what was expected of her if she decided to walk through those doors. At least, she thought she knew. This was her home. It was where she grew up. Where she made her best and only real friends, her family... But the moment she walked through those doors, AC realized the world had changed within this house. She simply hadn't paid attention to it until the meeting started and everything became impossible to ignore.<br/><br/>At first, Addy hadn't noticed the human flaws that littered the room. She didn't recognize the individuals who no longer embraced the family. The redhead who loved each of her siblings for their true selves saw only what she wanted to see. Until her love brought up concerns about Emmy's well-being when the young one claimed to have only slept seven hours in the last two days. That was something Addy was going to have to address as soon as she got the chance. The protective older sister in her wanted to ask how much Emmy had been eating and how much water she had to drink. She wanted to make sure her sister wasn't running herself on fumes alone.<br/><br/>But before she could do that, the raven-haired sister jumped right into the dossier, pulling it up on the table AC was sitting on. The words that appeared violated Addy's space, wrapping their image around her body. The words blended into the redhead's body, blurring the words. The light hitting Addy's face, however, was the worst of it as the brightness distorted Addy's vision. Now, she knew why Mother always scolded her for sitting on the table. It didn't take long for the ginger child to get off the table, standing in the middle of the room, chuckling softly at the memories of Mother's scolding.<br/><br/>Addy was quiet during the rest of the briefing, trying to understand the document. The Other...Dragon...Mother had used some interesting words and phrases. She used some familiar words and phrases... But the young girl couldn't place any of it from one source. There had been a new underground group that called themselves something like the mythological beast Mother spoke of in her writing but that couldn't have anything to do with it. Besides, The Other was something she had heard Mother murmur about while Addy was training...It was something she remembered reading about before Mother took the document away when she was younger. Could this have been that document? No...because she hadn't read about a dragon then. There seemed to be so many bits and pieces flowing around in Adaleigh's head but none of them seemed to connect to one another. And then...<br/><br/>The room erupted as Emmy invited the family to give their input before putting words in their mouths again. If Emmy was the only one to react like this, maybe Addy would have been able to wait until later to talk about it. But one after the other, each person in the room spoke up, showing that they had forgotten Mother's most important values. Everyone cared so much about Mother but they only cared about what they remembered...what was right in front of them.<br/><br/>Balling her fists and closing her eyes, Addy straightened her back, leaning her head back until the back of her head touched her neck. She could hear the individuals around her. The family that was once tied as one acted as eight completely separate entities. Had any of them been truly thinking outside themselves, outside their own interests, they would have seen the emotional reaction of the girl in the center of everything coming. Maybe Idris would have felt the energy shaking around her. Maybe Chris would have felt the shaking of her body through his connections to the ground. But they all would have seen the sister whose body stiffened, her fists shaking violently at her sides. She couldn't take the dogpiling on one another. She couldn't keep watching as they treated each other like the opposition, especially Tristan and Alissa. She hated watching how "Perfect" Idris and investigative Terry used their body language to cut off the rest of the room, trying to take charge but forgetting the other people in the room altogether.<br/><br/>Adaleigh's emotions almost overwhelmed her before Emmy spoke up in her own defense. The young girl who had worked so hard to be perfect was showing that she wasn't afraid to defend herself. The baby sister they had all loved had evolved into a confident young woman in her isolation. The young girl's strength brought a smirk back to Addy's lips as the older sister scoffed in approval. Her little sister wasn't so little anymore.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Hey, Idris…Terry…"</span></span></span>Adaleigh sighed, leaning her hands on the edge of the table in front of her as she looked between her two older sisters who had gone into their own world. She couldn't believe that after all this time, all the time they had been absentee siblings, they still acted as though they were the only ones who mattered. After all the years, the skills, the knowledge, the leadership shown by the rest of the Cabal, it seemed the two of them still couldn't recognize that everyone else standing in that room was just as capable as they were, possibly moreso. Perfect Idris, the wannabe leader of the team, was taking over again, unnecessarily walking herself to the front of the room, without regard to anyone else…And Terry seemed all too willing to go along with it.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"I know you've both been gone a while. I mean this was obvious for <i>years</i> before you left but in case you needed a reminder…"</span></span></span>AC started, giving them a sarcastic smile. Pushing herself back up to a standing position, the redhead gestured around the room to the rest of her siblings as she continued her spiel.<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"There are <i>nine</i> members of the Cabal, not two. Nine fully competent and capable members. In fact, you wouldn't know about this dossier if our talented sister, Emmy, here hadn't told you about it in the first place. And last I checked, she asked <i>all</i> of us for input. If the two of you would like to stop trying to push the rest of us aside, maybe we can figure this out together? You know, as a team? Hmm?"</span></span></span>