<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m15oiJ6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Azmodiel Tetsuda<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> 5/15/21 | 11:20pm<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE HQ &gt; Roof<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Toshiro, V, Ryusei<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> SOPHE Uniform(No shirt...ever)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Azmodiel sat in the Command Center, eyes practically glued to the camera feeds streaming to SOPHE HQ from Lily's surveillance drones. He and the others were seeing everything her little friends saw, and were acting as an extra pair of eyes for Toshiro, who was on scene in the van. This was the teams mission, but he was considered Overwatch, and would be overseeing it every step of the way to make sure nothing went wrong. Even though this mission was a seemingly simple and by the book one, you never knew what was going to happen, and you always had to prepare for unforeseen complications. <br/><br/>For quite a while, it seemed as though everything would be on the level. Ryusei and Kyless made early contact, and while he figured he'd need to talk to his son soon about the fairer sex, aside from that everything appeared okay. Kevin and Leasick were on the dance floor scoping out everyone of interest. Lily was keeping an eye on everyone with her drones. Even Mallory was doing a good job and Toshiro had eyes and ears on all of them. He honestly didn't like sending so many non-combatants into active missions, but they were the best at what they did, and this was a chance not only to get their feet wet and prove themselves, but to help them gain valuable experience for the future.<br/><br/> All of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, everything started going wrong at once. Panic was the wrong word to use, but the Command Center suddenly got a whole lot more active as operators began frantically typing on their screens and talking into their comm units. "Ryusei. Ryusei!! Agent Tetsuda, answer your Commander!!!" Nearly snarling into his headset, Azmodiel realized something was horribly wrong. His son would never ignore a direct call from him. Not on purpose. And if he was out of the picture already, then things were going to go downhill from here. Toshiro made an immediate request for assistance only seconds after, and Azmodiel crushed his headset in his grip out of anger and frustration.<br/><br/> Tinkerbell, Kyless, was loose. And Ryusei had just been with her. So in the time his comms went offline, he assumed whoever Toshiro was talking about with enhanced strength had freed her from the bracelet, as she wasn't physically strong enough to do so on her own. This was bad. Her illusions were some of the strongest he'd ever seen, and there was a complete unknown quantity in whoever had freed her. And as if that wasn't bad enough, "Project Violet" was about to make things even worse. This had very quickly gone from a standard mission, to a rescue op. "Date, this is Azmodiel. I'm sending a strike team immediately. I'll also be coming to assist." The people in the room stopped for a moment as he said he was going into action.<br/><br/> It was rare to see the Elder Demon in the field, but when he went, it meant two things. An epic show...and shit got handled promptly. Getting up so quickly his chair almost flipped over, his coat flared behind him as he left the room. "V! Get your ass in gear and meet me on the roof. We've got a situation at the night club and our assistance is needed ASAP. So we don't have time to wait for the strike team to mobilize." He didn't say more, just expected their resident expert on demonic magics to get his lanky butt upstairs so they could get to the club and save their people. He didn't know who was orchestrating this, but he hadn't felt his bloodlust rise in quite a while, but now? It was soaring. <br/><br/><br/></span>