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</div><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 18px">NAME: Adaleigh Christine Daughtry</span></span></span><br/>
<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><i>Need more information</i><br/>
<b>Location: </b>Outside the Manor<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%3DiC7wWFQUUqU%26list%3DTLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw%26index%3D17&amp;hash=3dabc10ad39631c48e3999c037b3a45a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC7wWFQUUqU&amp;list=TLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw&amp;index=17" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Coming Home</a>, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D7bnX-6sJZBw%26list%3DTLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw%26index%3D11&amp;hash=57904ad0cf13159e74d0780ce00f018a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bnX-6sJZBw&amp;list=TLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw&amp;index=11" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Home</a></span><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Tagging: </span></b>O<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">pen!</span><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Adaleigh Daughtry sat on a rooftop in a quiet, suburban town the night she sent a text to one of her brothers, asking for help on a new mission. Shortly after, her phone went off with Emmy's personal ringtone. AC's heartbeat picked up as memories flooded her senses. She missed the baby sister with whom she used to play with as a younger girl. She missed the Cabal and her Musketeer brothers. They had been the last ones regularly left...Chris, Kenji, Tristan, Emmy and her... They were the ones she had abandoned... As the happy memories of playing and training with her family saddened into memories of the family falling apart and her eventual warning less disappearance, AC hurried to pick up the phone.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"AC. Everything--"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"> </span></span>The redhead began before her youngest sister frantically cut her off, scurrying about her words.  If Emmy's stressed speed and immediate hang up was not enough to make the conversation nearly incomprehensible, AC's poor reception certainly didn't help the situation. However, the young woman was able to catch Emmy's plea to "...come home..." This was a plea Adaleigh had heard a few different times from the siblings she left behind.<br/><br/>After Emmy hung up, Addy couldn't help but look at her phone in confusion. The last time Emmy had asked her Red sister to return had seemed like ages ago. In reality, it couldn't have been more than a year ago. Still, this time felt different. Emmy wasn't<i>asking</i>AC to come home...She<i>needed</i>her to. As soon as AC saw the messages, she knew exactly why she was needed back. So AC took off, finishing her mission on her own. She hadn't really needed her brother, anyways. She just missed the three of them. Now, it seemed like she was probably going to see them sooner than she had ever expected...<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--5"/><br/>A few days later, AC found herself on her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F64.media.tumblr.com%2F0a52034dcc35c056fba952b1ff7a13cc%2Ftumblr_o1m8qgyuyB1u9topzo1_640.jpg&amp;hash=de3db82b30416564121879b19a234bf8" href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/0a52034dcc35c056fba952b1ff7a13cc/tumblr_o1m8qgyuyB1u9topzo1_640.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">bike</a>, pulling up to the Manor where "Mother" had raised the six youngest with Chris, Terry, and Idris' help. As Addy was stopped by the gates,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DiC7wWFQUUqU%26list%3DTLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw%26index%3D18&amp;hash=c58448dbd9b702d77667001711b63a7a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC7wWFQUUqU&amp;list=TLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw&amp;index=18" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Coming Home</a>blared loudly over her motorcycle's speakers. The song had sparked many memories in the Manor for her. While Chris and Idris seemed to compete for familial leadership, Adaleigh had much more naturally become the obvious Cabal team leader. Her lack of need for sleep and trained mental and physical states allowed her the ease with which she could determine the best course of action. Her strong relationships with almost all of the siblings and middle-ranged age allowed her to bridge the gaps between each of her siblings, from eldest to youngest and earn the redhead the team's trust, despite her early years. Adaleigh had never been the one to get in between sibling spats or try to control them. Like Mother, she believed independence and personal choices were essential to the greatest functioning of the team. But long before Mother died, AC had been allowed the freedom to lead the team, a role that made Mother's death all the worse for her.<br/><br/>As Adaleigh's thoughts turned back to the last few years living in the Manor, Coming Home finished, with the unmistakable guitar intro of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DLMuDrj5BpM0&amp;hash=e0429548197000614a0ff2e787edd865" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMuDrj5BpM0" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Highway to Hell</a>guiding the slow crawl AC took the rest of the way towards the other cars. From the look of it, Addy thought most of the family must have actually come at Emmy's plea. Sliding off the bike, it finally hit AC that if everyone was already here, then this would be the first time the whole family was in one place together since Mother's death... That thought hit the redhead hard, sending her leaning back into the bike with a pause.<br/><br/>As AC stood alone, staring at the large Manor in which most of her favorite...and least favorite...memories occurred, the redhead started to have second thoughts. Could she really do this? Would any of them have forgiven her for not being more prepared? For letting Mother die? Mother had trusted her...Mother had trained her to lead the team...And Addy had failed...<br/><br/>The young woman was already swinging her leg back over the bike when a voice from nowhere sent shivers up her spine. The familiar voice of the person who caught her trying to make a break for it before anyone noticed sent shivers up the redhead's spine.<span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"SHIT!"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"> </span></span>AC cried as she stumbled back, nearly dropping the motorcycle on her own leg.