I believe I'm going to be switching to updating Celestial Garden Second Wave for now. This is mostly because I sort of like their default theme choices better, and all of my HTML/CSS knowledge has dribbled out of my ears somehow so I haven't a clue how to modify this one.
*shrug.*

Hope Diamond Redux Notes, 1/probably many

Raiza Moran is probably the one character in the KMV who really qualifies as 'no name given'--it's an alias, and unlike Lancer/Antinomy/Nightmare she doesn't appear to have a real name, or at least I don't know it. She's also the primary character classed as 'entirely able to out-shoot Alexander, in every situation ever.' This is admittedly unusual in that she's from a normally 'realistic' universe.
Unfortunately she also has pretty bad luck, as far as story events go. Most of her informants sort of wind up dying right before she gets there, for instance, rather than right after.
I consider her pretty impressive, considering that even with the horrid luck she still has managed to actually survive to 40 (-ish, as with most KMV age figures) as a full-time henchman.
Raiza and Mona are totally the leaders of the Official Henchman Union, though. As said union has a ranking system based on seniority, Klingon promotions, and genre-savviness, this is pretty good.

Another one:

Mom: "Why did you miss that turn? :/"
Self: "I... was... considering the lilies of the field?"

a quote to describe my personality:

Mom: "Remember: in a job, don't correct your supervisor's pronunciation."
Self: "B-b-buuuut they're still wrong..."

Sky-Flung Monoliths, 01

Somewhere within the great library of Galzburg, a door slammed open. This was, for said door, something very unusual considering it consisted of about three inches' worth of solid, steel-reinforced wood.

A younger man was sitting at a desk beyond the heavy door, studying a thick book bound entirely in leather and metal while making frequent reference to a stack of other, similarly ominous books sitting nearby. He twitched briefly at the sharp report caused by the door's impact on the stone wall nearby, recovering just in time to catch the edge of the door-slammer's sleeve in one fist as it swept past.

The woman to whom the sleeve belonged half-turned to fix him with a very high-caliber confused blink. "... Yes?"

"This is..." He paused briefly. "How did you get this far into the Special Collections?"

"Ah, that." She raised the arm that he didn't presently have a death grip on, and scratched the side of her neck, tilting her head in a slightly inquisitive fashion. "I'm Professor Bernaste, academic agent of the Magometry Research Agency. I've been assigned to retrieve a certain volume from the third section."

He stood, and released her arm. "Oh. ... My apologies, I wasn't informed of your arrival. I'm Miles."

"Miles... Miles Vandis, correct?" Bernaste flashed him the very edge of a faint smirk, although admittedly she didn't seem to be making any expression on purpose―it seemed closer to being the default state of her face. "I was reading a translation you wrote―Morganna's notes, wasn't it?"

Miles smiled somewhat vaguely at the mention. "... Yes. Not my best work, but probably the most historically interesting. Shame, that. I'll show you to the third section now."

According to the principles of narrative causality, Miles and Bernaste had gotten no further than five yards from the desk before a large explosion resounded throughout the building. As though she had been expecting it, Bernaste promptly took off running at a speed which rapidly left him trailing behind in vain hope of catching up.

---

By the time they had gotten there (or rather by the time she had, as it took him considerably longer), most of the automatic anti-fire systems had already activated, leaving patches of the section somewhat drenched but not utterly destroyed. A hole gaped in one side of the roof. Bernaste stared up through it, examining the miniature patch of remarkably blank black sky visible through it.

"Huh," she noted, in a mostly absent-minded tone.

He crouched and began to sift through the remains of one bookshelf, which although slightly charred seemed to indicate the explosion was more one consisting of air and plaster from the murdered roof. "It's not here. That's why they had to--"

Bernaste was abruptly standing directly behind him, and a bit too close. "It? ...You look rather concerned, for someone working in the Galzburg Special Collections."

Miles stood again, dropping his hands to his sides and adopting a slightly puzzled expression. "It was... largely classified that it was here. Not something that would have leaked. We never really identified it, but there was something about it..."

The expression on his face became considerably more decisive, as Bernaste rolled her eyes. "You're being disjointed, Miles. Please, collect your thoughts and respond once you can form a complete sentence or two."

"We picked... it up after the death of a man named Victor Hanover. Died in a fire. He apparently willed a considerable collection of various books to the library―mostly your typical mad scientist research material, but with one or two things which seemed definitely... shall we say, 'exceptional'. Even in the Special Collections, things that manage that much power are uncommon." He crouched again to retrieve a torn piece of paper from the wreckage. "Item #22417, we called it."

She narrowed her eyes, turning away from him and glancing back over her shoulder, her tone dropping to new levels of slight condescension. "And why would someone want 22417, Miles?"

"As I said, it was a bit exceptional even for something in the Special Collection." He seemed to be imitating her tone with some intensity. "The sort of thing which drives people mad if they read too much in one sitting. It was placed under my care because I was one of the people with the highest chance of resisting."

Something underneath both of their feet made a slight cracking noise, which echoed across the third section's large, now-disheveled room. Miles emitted a slight strangled choke and fell to the ground, breathing heavily. Bernaste turned towards him again, crouching and looking vaguely concerned in a way which didn't exactly seem to suit her.

After a brief bout of coughing, Miles glared up at her with recovered strength. "That explosion. Someone stealing a book which could make the world end is your department, isn't it? Unless, since you didn't have identification, you aren't exactly legitimate..."

---

A burst of lightning seared into the roof directly to the side of the figure, causing an intense miniature storm of clay fragments and an intense acrid smell. In response, the figure drew a gun again and ran, lending its shots back towards the origin of the lightning the particular brand of inaccuracy generally found when people try to shoot while running for their lives.

Another lightning flash crackled between the bullets, then dropped them as the lightning's creator dodged the falling bits of molten metal and leapt across the gap between rooftops. He was met with another bullet, this one less than an inch away from his neck. An automatic attempt to dodge left him unstable, and he only just managed to stop sliding down the side of the slanted roof before any lethal consequences could catch up to him.

The figure dove off of the side of the slope quite purposefully, plummeting towards the street below. As the one who had chased it watched, it hit the hard ground without any blood or snapping noises normally expected from such an impact, and after a few seconds continued running without missing a beat.

After the figure had ran, its pursuer was left alone, standing on the edge of a sloped roof, staring down at the presently abandoned alleyway as a thunderstorm began gathering overhead. Ultimately, he cursed in the sort of half-hearted way used by those who don't often do so, and turned to face the direction from which he had chased the figure.

Bernaste appeared more or less directly behind him. He twitched slightly, then turned to level a glare at her in a way which suggested this wasn't unusual. "Darian. What are you doing here?"

"Nothing much, Tobias!" Bernaste smiled, obviously investing all of her superficial energy into looking cheerful. "I like to read, after all, and--"

"Don't give me that, Darian Trevelyan. You were going to retrieve that book before we could get to it. You arrived under a false name. If you weren't obviously here and not the person who I just chased off of this roof, I'd say you were the one who caused the bloody explosion in order to run off with it." Tobias turned to briefly nod to Miles, who was very much the worse for wear at this point and had probably been dragged to the roof forcefully.

Darian turned, surveying the blackened parts of the tile. "Doesn't look like you were doing too good of a job as far as apprehending the suspect." As Tobias sighed in irritation, she smirked at him. "Besides, I'm technically one of your agents. So, mind telling me why you wanted 22417?"

originated as a short fiction fragment for creative writing. possibly will be continued. Julien is also definitely her mother's daughter, or rather considering the meta timeline Darian is definitely her daughter's mother. lol, time paradox.

Also, Laura Bennefield + Eyepatch of Power trope = plot level 162 or so in a world where plot levels only usually go up to around 150. She tends to roughly match Lowen's Powered Armor in terms of physical stat levels, although she isn't terribly good with special defense etc.

re: your color-coding...s

Theory:
Although the KMV doesn't go in for the strict Good/Bad color-coding, there are a number of different factions and so on that often use their own colors. This has most of its influence on character design. It would also probably be the basis of some kind of puzzle if there were a KMVRPG.

The Central Administration / Sigeki - Alexander's Bureau is mostly, in so much as they have uniforms, blue / silver / black. Helena uses green / white, mostly because she wants to and much like everything else she's ever done nobody dares tell her 'no'.
Most of the other Administration officers seem to go in for 'whatever they want' too. I haven't a clue what the rules are.
Lowen is mostly white / dark brown, with the occasional bronze or red detail. I play the Obscure Reference card and take a turn.

The Sphere - MRA agents are pretty much constantly monochrome (as is Miles, sometimes). Which ties into the secondary faction theory.
Trevelyans are a bit confusing; most commonly it's dark grey / white / some third actual color, in which the last color changes according to which one you're dealing with. Julien's red, and Darian seems to be green. Morganna (the first Trevelyan, way back when) was dark purplish. The second one, who doesn't have a name, was blue. I think. Again, puzzles would be made of this if I needed 'em. (Another instance of blends affecting character design: Darian is much more monochrome than the others because she was, effectively, an agent for most of her admittedly still Chaotic Good existence.)
Donovans also vary by generation. Janelle was mostly dark brown / red, and Sterling is definitely green (Mona is red / gold / green over time). Sigurd seems pretty monochromatic too, with the occasional shot of blue.

... It seems, with the exception of Sterling (and Miles, who's Neutral Good - True Neutral), that the more Lawful you get the more monochromatic you get. Also, roughly 3 of 4 Good characters with known preferred colors wind up being coded green. Except for Helena, who at her absolute best is Lawful Neutral and at worst slips into Neutral Evil (in a sort of ends-justify-the-means way).