Team Roles: Dream Team

Checking Up: A Blogsary Short

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

July 2017

Lysette reads Aaron’s group messages. Italy’s great, he shared a couple of hours back. There’s a lot to see and a lot to take in. It’s great for Instagram, he told them alongside a grinning emoticon. The messages following that were of Eugene complaining that Aaron was just ‘using the trip as an excuse to be a millennial’. Aaron neither complained nor denied it, but they all knew that it was true.

After sending a teasing message herself, she told them about how she was doing in Atlanta. Nothing much happened here yet. And no, I’m not going to pull off an Aaron and take pictures of the sky at midnight. I’m planning to go to HQ tomorrow; my initial interview will be in the afternoon.

Eugene shoots a message of luck but doesn’t reply after; Lysette assumes that he had managed to fall asleep, exhaustion quick to catch up to the male. She next assumes that all the way in Italy, Aaron was busy sleeping as well. She thinks of shooting Aether an email, but restrains herself. It was a surprise, after all, and she didn’t want to ruin the surprise—

Shifting in bed, Lysette couldn’t help but wonder how the entire trip in Atlanta would be. She didn’t know what she was expecting; despite having read up on Headquarters and Atlanta, it all still seemed like a mysterious blur to her. She had spotted police cars on the way to the hotel while inside the cab, but they were probably just normal police and not the kind of Headquarters’ own.

Exhaling, she shut her eyes.

It suddenly felt like she wasn’t ready. Lysette hated uncertainty; it was what made her suddenly stock up on research hours before leaving London. She wasn’t like Aaron and Eugene, who preferred going into things with a fresh mind—she simply just had to know.

Team Profile: Dream Team

Sources: A Blogsary Short

i. 

Lysette turns to Aether when she needs inspiration. 

It’s something she’s always done since they were children; when she was bored out of her mind without much to do, she would roll over and stare at the other girl, who would be reading or studying sheet music. “Prompt me.” 

Aether wouldn’t look over at her, barely breaking contact with her sheet music. “That one boy in class you’d always stare at.” 

“No!” Aether barely stifled a smile. She didn’t have to look over at Lysette to know that the other was turning a light red. “Something else.” At that, Aether hummed and tapped her chin lightly for a few moments, suggested a couple of more prompts until Lysette took the one she found she could work with. 

“How about this,” Aether finally said. “Draw me.” 

“I—what?” 

She shrugged and tore her eyes away from the papers to look at her. Lysette sat up, peering at her curiously. “If you’re okay with it, I mean. Do any medium you want. Just draw me and do whatever else you want.” 

Aesthetics: Dream Team

With Passion: A Blogsary Short

i.

Lysette’s always known that she had a certain knack for art. 

She couldn’t explain it, nor could she explain how the love for it started—it’s just always been there. From a young age, she had artworks taped to the walls, markers and pencils and whatnot strewn all over her study table. There was always a fresh batch of sketchbooks at her disposal; paints of different kinds ready to be opened and played with. 

As she got older, she started dabbling more in other mediums. When the redhead discovered digital art in her late teens, she was captured. Digital layout was introduced to her in her early college years, and as quickly she had embraced traditional art did she embrace digital. 

It came to a point wherein she took additional classes. Free electives were filled with classes where she could enhance her skill as much as she could, and in her spare time, worked for the university publication as part of the graphic design and layout staff. 

It was something she found herself enjoying; it was like Aether with her books and her piano back when they were still at the orphanage. It was a delicious passion, something she didn’t find herself growing tired of. 

Lysette enjoyed art of all types and kinds, never restricting herself to just one type. She persisted, learned. Eventually her portfolio was stuffed, filled to the brim with impressive works of different platforms. There would be intricate watercolour on one page, and on the next, minimalist layout with the fonts fitting in just right. 

And she was proud of it. 

Teaser #04: Blogsary '16

resourcefulness | accomplishment | union

Feature Piece: A Coalesce Short

Starr’s Pub
Liverpool, UK
September 2017

“I’m surprised you took on that special article, Cross.”

“Believe it or not, I actually have the resources, references, and the person for it.” Lysette Cross replied smoothly. Beside her, Eugene Ramsey coughed. “Besides – you’re on the article too. You, me, and that other writer.”

“Yes, but I’m actually assigned to the branch in South America. You, on the other hand, are assigned to the Tokyo branch. One of those places can carry English with a bit of help and the other place will ask a require a translator.”

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you, I have a contact in the Tokyo branch.” She explained. “And thankfully, they can speak English, as can the rest of her associates. Don’t think I’m going in there unprepared.”

“Tokyo has been reported to be one of the more active branches.”

“And you think I can’t handle it?”

“I never said that.” Eugene swished the contents of his glass slowly. “Never said you couldn’t handle it, Cross. It just seems a little…more dangerous than the other two branches we’ve been assigned to.”

“Steele got sent to Italy,” Lysette remarked. “You think that’s not dangerous?”