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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 12 2009, 09:14 PM Post #1 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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The duo had given a few days in between posting the flyers and the meeting for word to get around. They had also needed that time to track down every student who had been attacked and ask them to at least come and hear them out. Many didn’t want anything to do with going up against whoever had done this. It was almost certain now who was behind the attack, it was the motivation of why that had the girls stumped. Why fly halfway across the globe for a few random attacks when there were many places back home in Argentina to target? It was something they hoped to shed some light on today. Already there were people milling around in small groups or by themselves. Some still had black eyes, cuts, or a haunted look about them. Their attackers had not been happy to merely sedate their victims, in many cases they had beaten them. Izel and Micah both had numerous cuts all over their bodies, a large bruise - probably from a fist - graced Micah’s cheek, Izel wore a cropped jacket for a reason - her arms were bruised up and down and she couldn’t move her left arm above her shoulder without a good deal of pain. The doctors had said to come in later today, that there was a student who could help them; that was their next stop after this meeting. Glancing at her friend, the two had decided that Izel would be point for this. She was a bitch most of the time, Micah would fully admit that only in her mind, but she had ambition and passion about this, and much more at stake than anyone else. They stood off to one side, not talking. There wasn’t really anything else to be said between them at this point. --- Maddie tentatively stepped inside the door, looking around to see if she recognized anyone of her friends. The attack had terrified her, she had nightmares every night. She still feared waking up and finding people unconscious or injured in her room. She’d done what she could for her friends with her healing powers that morning. She’d never known that she could also combat drugs as well, and for that she was thankful. Off in a corner Maddie saw the blond girl, Izel, who had come to her room. In Maddie’s eyes she was hurting over something and her tender little heart went out to the girl. She’d wanted to hug her that day in her room, but the girl had seemed very standoffish, so she hadn’t. The girl was beautiful; porcelain skin, fine bones, long silvery blond hair she had up in an odd ponytail-bun thing, and those impossibly pale blue eyes! Being French Maddie felt it was her duty to appreciate all the beauty in the world, and unfortunately for this Izel, she seemed like one of those girls that no one would see her for who she was; all people would see of her was that spiky coldness that Maddie wished would melt. Stepping further into the room Maddie looked for her friends, the people who had been in her room when the attack had happened. She felt a strange bond with them, probably from having experienced this horrible tragedy together… ---- Ben pulled his shoes on; they were already late. Glancing around he wondered where Alex was. They were supposed to go to this meeting thing together. Standing up he went into the next room and found his roommate, “You ready to go man? We’re late,” running a hand through his messy hair he winced. There was a very large bump there; a few days ago you could have pulled his scalp back and poked his skull. It was healing like everything did with him, fast, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. By his estimation it would be another few days before he was completely healed over, so until then he would have this bump and the head ache that went with it. That night, it was all such a blur now. They’d been playing video games, it was a rare moment when Ben felt happy and normal, and then their window was shattered, he could still slightly recall the metallic clank of the cans. Their room had been gassed. Not all of those attacked had been gassed, only a few. Each one of those had large numbers of people, most with rather deadly powers or abilities. Whatever the reason, none of them had seen their attackers; the gas had caused their eyes to sting and for a little while they were blind. Ben did remember getting hit. At first he thought it was Alex who had been sitting next to him, but then he could hear other people yelling and he started swinging back. That was when someone hit him over the head and another person grabbed him from behind. He remembered the sharp prick of a needle and soon after that he knew no more. He’d been in rough shape for a few days. His body struggled to heal its’ self and that meant he needed more energy, more food, so the few days after that he’d been an eating and sleeping machine, hardly ever getting up for anything. Well, except that blond girl. He remembered feeling very much like an inanimate object as she spoke, like she didn’t really see him as a person but as an object. It was her that they were going to see today; something about figuring it all out. --- Amalthea huddled in her closet of a room. She had chosen this room because it almost appeared like it was a broom closet or something. Her entire body was a mass of bruises and whelps. They had not been kind to her, and the moment she had woken up she had crawled back here. She had not gone out in days except at odd hours to get food from the cafeteria. She felt sick and she avoided mirrors. One eye was nearly swollen shut and she had bruises on bruises. It hurt to walk, something in her right leg about her knee - it too was swollen and hurt. She knew who they were; dressed up as students she would know who they were. Those faces, all the same! The coldness, the joy in pain - she hated them. She didn’t know what had happened to the others who were attacked, or those two boys who had been there when they went after her. By some stroke of luck she had picked up a discarded piece of paper; it looked like Izel and Micah were some of the ones who were attacked. Warring inside of her were two feelings; one said good! They deserved it. The other didn’t wish this kind of pain on anyone, even the bitch of the school, princess Izel. Micah was merely guilty by association; she had been nice enough, but she was best friends to her. She would go to their meeting alright. She wanted to know what it was they thought they could do about it. She could scoff at their pitiful attempts later on in the privacy of her own room. You couldn’t get back at them. No one could. Pulling on a hoodie, Amalthea concentrated and suddenly the face in the mirror was not her own any longer. Now she looked like a young girl with a tanned face, a few bruises but not Amalthea’s own horribly swollen eye. |
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| nid-vaeda | Mar 13 2009, 01:28 AM Post #2 |
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“You ready to go man? We’re late,” The words shook Alex from his forced concentration. It had been easier just a few days ago. What ever chemical that had been used that night of the attack seemed to interfere with his meditation. That led to Alex's more aggressive personality, Xander, taking control over his body. "Yeah I'm ready" The nearly glowing boy said. He looked in the mirror in his room for a second before putting a shirt on, covering his multitude of scars from attacks such as the one that had happened recently. It seemed no matter where he went things always ended the same If only I was their Xander's voice echoed in his head. The few moments that could be remembered played through his head. Shaking them Xander followed his room mate to the meeting place wondering if in the times he was locked away Alex had mentioned him. Again shaking the thought from his head he entered the room and glanced around at the others who had been wounded. He released a rush of breath through his nose. "So, who the hell's in charge of this little shin-dig?!" Xander yelled in the room releasing some of the built up anger. The anger didn't arise merely from the fact of his own pumbled body. No, he was used to that, it came from the fact that he could not do anything to protect himself as he was locked away within Alex's mind when the attack happened. Edited by nid-vaeda, Mar 15 2009, 11:26 PM.
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| Izzy | Mar 13 2009, 06:00 AM Post #3 |
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There had been attacks. On innocent people. Again. The flier crumpled in his hands as the mercenary whirled around. Meeting place was set for soon... he might as well go and shoot some zombies. Issac's hand clapped down on his friend's shoulder, concern rushing up his arm and into the mercenary's body. His spine tingled, and he breathed out a sigh. It was one of his newer flaws, he knew that. The innocent... those who had never asked for a fight. Mark's nostrils flared as he exhaled, his eyes closing. Shaking his head clear, Mark nodded to Issac. His eyes cleared as he wrested control of his emotions and kept his head focused... he couldn't afford to let himself flip back into emotional fallout. "Thanks, Issac." Issac Naku. Empath, the number three of their squad and also the person who kept their team's psyches under control. It had given them a hard edge against what people they were going up against. That, and they could actually sense the tension in the air as they were going around on the battlefields that they had fought on. It was like having heat vision without needing the actual heat. Mark let out another sigh as he passed the flyer to Issac. "I found out about it when I logged on to Cerberus a few nights ago... a bunch of students got attacked by the looks of it." Issac nodded, eyes closed as he felt Mark's emotions well up again. Ever since Yang died... it had hurt them both, as he had lost a friend... but Mark took it hard, since Issac knew that he very much cared for her. Loved was a good word for what the mercenary felt for that girl. She had been the one innocent thing that he could cherish... and that had been taken away from him when she had died in an attack at the dorms. Ashes were the only thing left. The mercenary idly reached up to his neck, and fingered the small jewel that he had attached along with his tags. She had woven it into her hair, and was one of the undamaged items that he could salvage from the destroyed dorms. The blue jewel was burnt, scarred and pitted from the superheated metal. Mark gritted his teeth, but his annoyance was only skin deep. The mercenary had better things to do than mope around. He pulled out his PDA, and keyed onto the first contact on the list. The line beeped twice before an answer came. "Yes, Mark?" The voice belonged to Linda Archer, the leader of the local Marauders as well as the one with the longest reach (and a laziness habit that reached 2 kilometers). Mark quickly explained for her to see if she could get the tech boys around to start scanning the airwaves, and deal with Cerberus, the Marauder's compilation of information and intelligence. A brief but informative thirty seconds went by. Mark keyed the red button on his PDA. "Right, Linda's got the guys searching for info on these attacks, so we're heading off to the meeting for now... to see who we can help out." Oh, how sweet revenge shall be. |
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| Pudding437 | Mar 13 2009, 11:59 AM Post #4 |
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James walked into the hall rubbing his neck. When he was attacked in Maddies room the needle had gone in and out again, just missing his juggala vein. It wasn't the drug that had knocked hi unconcious, ir the gas. It was the blow to head he took when he jmped back away from the bomb. He had on a t-shirt that had Cloud holding a dead Aeris, and strapped to his belt on the left side, was his grandfathers bayonet. He never took it off, incase he was attacked agian, and then he could do something about it. His face had been fixed into a permamet glare since it happened. He hadn't smiled, he hadn't frowned, he hadn't even told a joke. His sketchpad was bare, and he had spent all his time learning the human anatomy so he knew where to aim to kill. He felt, that if you endanger his friends lives, you have to pay with your own. He spotted Maddie and walked over to her, and stood behind her and tapped her shoulder. His expression didn't change, even though he was fond of her. Edited by Pudding437, Mar 13 2009, 02:17 PM.
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| Mr. Trout | Mar 13 2009, 02:10 PM Post #5 |
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Henshin boogy
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She had been drugged. Drugged at a party where people got their asses kicked. Well, Jade was not a pretty sight, especially since she did not appreciate being drugged up unless it was her own doing. So while she resented being reminded of this horrible, disgusting time that she had been found to be too weak. Here she was. Sitting in the back, cigarette in mouth. Though it was not lit. She lost her lighter. So for now it was just much like a security blanket, something there, that really did nothing, but it made her comfortable, made her feel better. So in the back Jade sat. Angrily, in a male school uniform, the black coat hanging open to reveal a shirt from some forgotten 80's band's tour. No more heroes was seeming to get a revival lately, why pick on her for that monstrosity. Least it wasn't a tiger. She sat in the back, annoyed that she had no weapons other then...well... Jade had stolen a butterfly knife. And in true angry girl fashion was fiddling with it. Flipping it open and closed around her hand as she waited. Waited for whatever was supposed to happen. The girl did not know if she wanted to get the bastards that did this to her herself, or let other people do it. Lets face it, she was not much of a fighter, and not very creative when it came to hurting people. She was more of a kick in the balls and run. Not too useful at a time like this. |
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| Sundog | Mar 13 2009, 04:01 PM Post #6 |
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Bigger than guns, bigger than cigarettes
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Kaneda was there the night two of his friends were attacked. Asleep. and he didn't do a damn thing. He felt horrible, and he wanted to do something about it. 'This could not stand,' his father would have said. His dad always had interesting sounding quotes. He could hear his old man now, telling he was about to make war again. War suited him. He took after his father after all. Standing in the gathering place with other students and mercenaries, everyone there for a little bit of justice. Kaneda among them, looking for a piece of redemption, a bit of peace. Something like that. He wasnt as profound as his old man. Basically he just wantred to slaughter those who hurt his new friends, the ones who invited him into their home and offered their hospality to soemone they abrely knew. He was wearing dark pants, a black shirt, engineer boots, and a pair of sunglasses; his tattoos making his arms look like demented murals. He also smoked; something looked down uopn here, but he didnt care really. He knew what was coming, obviously. there would be talks, arguements, half hearted promises. the same shit. All he knew was whereever the assailants were, he would go. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 13 2009, 04:47 PM Post #7 |
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Mikhail and the odd boy Ingrad walked together into the meeting room. They too were attacked and had quickly exchanged pleasantries. The Russian boy was wary of the odd kid but could tell that he was not someone to worry about. Ingrad noticed Ben and waved quickly, his oddly placed grin ever shining. Despite being a victim Mikhail did not look it. he had no bruises or traces of injury, all thanks to his ability to manipulate his cell's growth, essentially a limited form of regeneration. So he walked in while being in perfect shape and holding his cold, apathetic expression. He wore tight fitting formal black clothes, not much different than the school uniform. He leaned against one of the walls to hear what the others had discovered, casting a momentary glance towards the girl with chameleon abilities, Amalthea. The boy Ingrad, who only ever introduced himself as Eric, stayed next to the door, his eyes registering everyone in the room. He hoped they would be competent to get the revenge everyone deserved. |
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| Kuvoc | Mar 13 2009, 08:22 PM Post #8 |
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Kuvoc had lain in bed for quite a while after the night of the assault. He hadn't been too badly hurt during the attack itself, just a large bruise covering his abdomen where an incredibly forceful elbow that could have belonged to anyone had been repeatedly jabbed. Most of the damage had been to his self-confidence. He was by no means a weak boy, physical labor having given him at least a decently muscled body, but he had been completely ineffective when violence had actually found him. He tried to forget that it had ever happened. This past night he had laid in his bed with the flier draped over his face. He couldn't actually see anything on it as it had laid there, but he knew what it said. There was supposed to be some kind of gathering for those who were attacked. He had been very convincing as he made mental arguments for reasons not to attend. About how it would just be more trouble, about how nothing would be accomplished, about how it would only remind him even more of his failure. In the end, feeling very confident in all the reasons he shouldn't go, he got up and left for the hall anyway. Because he was too damn curious as to why the entire thing had to happen in the first place. So it was that Kuvoc walked in to the gathering of students who, like him, were wondering what to make of the entire situation. He had decided against his uniform, deciding instead to dress comfortably. He wore his favorite pair of jeans, which were a little too baggy and had to be held up with a belt, along with a plain, slightly ragged, black t-shirt. Over his t-shirt he had thrown on his sage green hoody, his thumbs poking out through the holes that had developed through the sleeves over the years. A little nervous about being around so many people he didn't know, he mostly kept his head down, nodding slightly as he noticed the other boys who he had been hanging out with when the attack happened. Feeling a little vulnerable he hummed a quick few notes, just long enough for Vitti and Terri to glow briefly. Ever since the attack he had taken to occasionally humming for a few seconds every so often, which caused his two ever-present companions to appear. He wanted to make sure that they would be there, so he could join with the nature spirits should he need the power to fight. He would not be so weak and helpless the next time around. |
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| The Master of Mischief | Mar 14 2009, 05:03 PM Post #9 |
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Keely walked quietly into the room where the meeting was going to be held. Ever since the night of the attack, she had been battling with two equally strong feelings: the intense desire to get away from the school that let things like this happen to it's students, and anger towards those that had done such a thing for no apparent reason. When word came out that the school was officially calling the attacks 'pranks,' however, her anger had won out, though now it was directed at the school itself as well. How could they brush them off as something as mundane as a prank? Some of the students had been seriously hurt! As for herself, there was no longer any sign of the injuries she had sustained when Maddie's party was raided. Her self-healing ability meant that even the worst cuts and bruises were all but gone by the following night, though the effects of the gas and the tranquilizer had left her dizzy and nauseous for hours; apparently her power didn't have any effect on those. Glancing around, she saw Maddie and James, but decided not to go over to them. She didn't feel up for Maddie's overabundance of energy at the moment, though the usually bouncy girl did seem pretty subdued. Ever since the attack, Keely had drawn back inside of herself, avoiding anyone and everyone when she could. She had just been starting to become comfortable with this place and the people in it, but now that sense of ease was gone, replaced by wary suspicion and the desire to keep to herself. Like most of the other people gathered, she had decided against wearing her school uniform to the meeting. She was dressed as usual: battered work boots, baggy black pants, and tight gray shirt under a dark green hoodie. For once her hair was down, hanging into her bright green eyes as if she were trying to hide behind it. She tried to find a place off by herself where she would could avoid being noticed, but that seemed to be what everyone else had in mind as well, so she had to content herself with at least being towards the back, near the door. She sat down, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees, a position that made her look even smaller than she was, if that was possible. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 16 2009, 02:27 PM Post #10 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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Standing to one side of the room, in silent survey Micah inwardly wondered how they were going to pull this off. She’d spoken to her parents a few times since the attack; they were fighting being uncovered trying to search out information and the missing people and also complying with the threat laid against their lives. The attackers had feared the Lee’s for nothing more than reputation. While Micah’s parents were still deadly, they were also getting older and leading much more relaxed lives. They hadn’t suspected anything when Izel’s parents had not first contacted them or come back on time; how lax they felt they had become! While Micah didn’t want to dwell on these thoughts, it did help a little. They would do something, even if it only amounted to Micah and Izel coming home – though she’d been impressed with some of those she’d spoken to and dared to hope for a small team to go back with them. They could use all the help they could get. Izel was not as calm inwardly as Micah; she was a bundle of sleepless nights, knots, emotional and physical pain – she needed these people to be as invested in this as she was. No one had more to lose than she did. Normally she wouldn’t have given these people a second glance, but now they were everything she cared about. Looking at Micah she sighed, steeling herself to do this. "So, who the hell's in charge of this little shin-dig?!" Gritting her teeth, Izel stepped forward, followed by Micah, concentrating on her Japanese being as free from an accent as possible, “I am.” Even bruised as she was, Izel was beautiful. 5’7” and with a perfect hourglass figure, the milky pale skin, silvery blond hair, and pale blue eyes just made her seem like she was something out of a magazine – but don’t let that fool you. She had drive and while she knew her looks and what they could get her, she was also more than she appeared – but that was something someone would have to learn over time. For now, as she stepped towards the focal point of the room, shadowed by Micah, she looked like she could chew nails. If possible, the room grew even quieter. Looking once more at Micah, the shorter Japanese girl who was more Argentinean than she looked, Micah pulled the little remote out of her pocket and slid her fingers over it, the only sign of nervousness she allowed herself – otherwise she was completely calm. “I know that Michah,” gesturing to her friend, “and I have spoken to a lot of you this last week, and some of you will have seen the flyer-“ clicking the button a slide came up with the pdf image covering it. “I’m Izel, for those of you who do not know.” Taking a moment she wiggled her tongue around against the back of her cheek. She was good with languages, but her accent was still there. “A quick recap – while publically the school cannot do a lot we have talked to them and both the school and Micah and myself are sharing information and working together. Because the twenty boys who attacked last week are technically students and no one was killed or mortally wounded they cannot claim it was an attack. What we can say that we know is that twenty boys were registered,” clicking the button again, a map of Argentina came up on the screen, “coming mostly from either Buenos Aires or Mar del Plata, Argentina. Their tuition and books and everything was paid for outright and on the same day they arrived, they attacked an unknown number of students and left. We have some general descriptions of what they looked like but I can tell you now we don’t care about these twenty boys; they were soldiers, they’re probably dead even now.” Micah nodded and stepped forward, while Izel would be the leader on this, Micah had a lot invested in this as well. Her own parents were very much in danger. “We have a two person team on the ground in Iguazu who did some recon for us – we believe we know who is behind this, but the team is limited to what they can do because they are still believed to be in Buenos Aires and need to be there very soon again or else they will raise suspicion.” They had decided at the beginning that they would not say more than they had to because they had no way of knowing if a spy had been left among them. “The reason so many of us relocating from Argentina was not suspicious is that because of a rise in crime for some families,” Izel didn’t pause or flinch – Micah was proud – and she flipped to a new slide that showed close-ups of some of the injuries and injection spots, “a lot of parents have sent their children out of the country. While we still question if and what the uniting factor is as far as the attacks go, almost all of the relocated students were attacked, anyone who was around or with them was attacked – and other than that we don’t know the why behind this. They went to either places they had picked out or by random, if possible they used gas, animal tranquilizer, and physical beating. Several people who were not immediately knocked out have said that they saw blood being drawn from people once they were unconscious. As you can see – the physical beatings were severe in many cases.” Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly Izel looked out over the crowd. She needed them to join this. Clicking the button again a rather nondescript picture of a moderately wealthy, well dressed Hispanic man leaning over a balustrade and holding a cigarette and a bourbon glass in either hand took up the entire wall. “This is Sebastian Gutierrez. He heads up the biggest gang in Argentina; we believe he is behind this. Why, is a little more complicated. We know that several years ago a shipment of genetic equipment and artificial uteruses, a few with live specimens of cats gestating in them at an adult state was seized and made public – it was quickly ‘lost’ and never found again. We think Sebastian is wanting to clone people with powers and build an army, but our evidence is, at this point a little weak. We know that several businesses are run as a front for his other operations, a few of which are fertility clinics. No one knew this until this last week when the team we’re working with investigated some suspicious activity and we think they actually captured an image of one of the boys that attacked here going into a clinic,” clicking the remote again, a clear face of a boy, roughly eighteen was glancing over his shoulder and carrying a very easily recognizable satchel for anyone who had been attacked, “he did not exit with the satchel and no one but the doctors have been seen going in or out and we have yet to be able to get inside to find out more.” Clicking the button again so the screen was blank Izel took a deep breath, their evidence was weak, but they needed to get over there so they could figure out more. “We don’t have a lot of evidence. What we do know was that these boys were from Argentina, in Argentina we’re having problems with gang crime and the government is sending out the army to try to squash the gang under pressure from other countries who have had higher imports of drugs and weapons on their streets that come from Sebastian.” Clencing her hands at her sides, Izel tried to keep the passion out of her voice, to keep the cold and calm front she had meticulously put in place, “If he has developed the ability to make adult clones, and has the DNA of meta humans, you,” she pointed at someone close to her with one hand, and with the other extended her hand to the rest of the crowd, “– all of us standing here, he could not only do damage to my country, but think about what could happen from there. From one bit of DNA he could create an army of one person. And he might not need to make them good clones, if he could just get the numbers he could overwhelm the whole of South America…” “What we’re going to try to do,” Micah stepped forward taking the baton while her calmness radiating into her impassioned friend, “is gather a team of people to go back to Bueno Aires where Izel and I are from, and from there get to the root of this. We’re just looking for volunteers and who is interested. The idea is as soon as we have a team together we’ll leave and using Izel’s home and my own as our base in the beginning, though the Gutierrez Gang is wide-spread through Argentina and while we can easily point out several of their larger bases of operation, they of course have ones we know nothing about.” Nodding, Izel sighed – she wished they could offer more hard evidence, but not yet. “We know we don’t have a lot to offer anyone as far as evidence goes, but we’ll be leaving as soon as we can with whoever is willing to help or come with us. We have a few clipboards to pass around to get information from those who either want to come with us or just want more information when we find out more. If you’re thinking you want to go with us, we’re going to order some pizza and stay here and make some plans and answer what questions we can – we don’t want to keep you here if you don’t want to stay, you’re free to, but we will. Questions – anyone?” It was the questions that had them both a little nervous; they knew about the Gutierrez gang activity, and what they thought was happening, but lacked the hard facts they needed to make a strong case to anyone. They saw a few people slip out, but for the most part everyone was sticking around – a good sign maybe? The both hoped so…. Edited by Affirmative Smackdown, Mar 16 2009, 02:37 PM.
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| Pudding437 | Mar 16 2009, 03:13 PM Post #11 |
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James silently listened to the girls case, and all the evidence he had heard swirled around in his mind. He had seen pictures of that guy in some of his fathers old files, to do with drug trafficing. Questions – anyone? James raised his hand and stood out of the crowd. He shouted in a mixture of japanese and english profanity, "Why haven't the f***ing goverment strung his f***ing arse up if he has been so much trouble? If you ask me, they should have gone in and blown up anyone to do with him." James' fathers attitude shone through with those words. James loved peace he would never even think of harming someone deliberatley, but some of his fathers ways must have rubbed off on him before he died. "And, by the way, I join you in bringing down this f***ing s*** bag." He took another stepp forward. |
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| Lord Massacre | Mar 16 2009, 05:34 PM Post #12 |
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Everyone's Favorite Badass...
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(What exactly was she doing here? Well, why are any of us here? No no no, not like that! Here, in this place, right now! Oh, well in that case, the reason was simple. There had been a large number of sudden and brutal attacks, which had caught students off guard, the attackers' motivations not being extensively clear. That was, of course, what this was all about. Everyone was gathered here in order to find out more, just like Elisa. Yes, Elisa. You don't exactly find her in occasions like these, but this one had her interest. Call it a coincidence, but someone had tried to attack her too, actually. Emphasis on tried. The attacker was kinda' ka-thwomp'd by her strength and resilience, and Elisa hadn't made the connection about all of this until she met Micah in the Underground. Up until then, it was an isolated incident of stupidity. She got those every now and again, but this one might've been something different. That is why the half-Moonian slipped in and just sat down, waiting for things to get rolling. Probably didn't really know anyone from this crowd. That's fine, though. For the moment, she just chilled, waiting...) Elisa: Heh, long wait. (Finally, something happened. The meeting started, and Elisa more or less paid attention, nodding at the bit about the flyer. The situation grew more deep as information was relayed that it seemed...as though there was something conspiratorial in the making. How so? One cannot say just yet, but it sounded as though they wanted blood for something with genetics. They weren't sure as of yet. It was kind of lax and theoretical in the answer department there, but it may have been worth checking out.) “What we’re going to try to do is gather a team of people to go back to Bueno Aires where Izel and I are from, and from there get to the root of this. We’re just looking for volunteers and who is interested.” (Oh yes. She was interested. You could see that wry smirk playing across her face in anticipation. Fact is, Elisa had been looking for an excuse to break in an Indiana Jones hat. This looked to be the right occasion for such an excuse. They continued on, as presentations go, but it seemed that the actual meeting part was drawing to a close unless they wanted to go. Elisa did, so we're alright with that. And besides, there'd be pizza.) “Questions – anyone?” (She raised her hand, giving off an evil fanged smile.) Elisa: Could you order Hawiian for that pizza? I have a weakness for cooked pineapple and ham. Edited by Lord Massacre, Mar 16 2009, 05:51 PM.
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| Kuvoc | Mar 16 2009, 08:37 PM Post #13 |
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He sat. He listened. He prevented himself from drifting off into one of his random daydreams. Yet he still could barely believe that this wasn't all some sort of joke. This whole situation seemed like something he would see in a movie. Unfortunately, he couldn't deny that he had been gassed, drugged, and beaten. He sighed to himself as his head back against the wall, wishing he didn't feel so confused. “What we’re going to try to do is gather a team of people to go back to Bueno Aires where Izel and I are from, and from there get to the root of this. We’re just looking for volunteers and who is interested.” He blinked once, but knew better to be surprised. This gathering had the feeling of action to it, people were angry and wanted to do something. He kind of wish he could get a little angrier so he didn't feel so strange. Feeling out of place he got up and began to make his way towards the door. He didn't feel the need to go out and make more trouble for himself. As he looked around, he noticed that there were quite a few people who had been attacked, some of them still sporting the evidence of the assault. He looked over and saw the people who had just become his new friends and remembered how he had just passed out on the floor as they were getting beaten and drugged. With a sigh he turned around and took a couple of steps back in to the room, sticking close to the door but unwilling to actually pass through. He finally swore, as rare as the occasion was for him. "Fuck it." With those two words his resolved his conflict and sat against the wall again. He could at least use some pizza anyway. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 17 2009, 10:10 AM Post #14 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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Ben still felt very groggy, he had all week. He'd eaten almost his equal weight every day that week, and had felt pretty crappy. Plucking at Alex's sleeve once the pair of girls at the front of the room started talking he jerked his head towards the mostly empty chairs; most people seemed like they wanted to stand or hang close to the door. Ben just wanted to sit down. Sinking down into the chair, he let the words roll over him. He didn't have a lot of an opinion on what they said, but he felt like he should do something about it. He looked at his roommate, trying to discern what was going on inside his head. He'd been weird lately. Ben didn't know what was going on inside the older boy's head, but he was of course concerned for him. Towards the end of the presentation he leaned over to Alex and mumbled, "What do you think?" Perched on a chair, Maddie listened very confused about the whole situation. She couldn't understand why these people would want to hurt anyone, but even her kind heart could not deny that these attacks had been purposefully violent in nature. She didn't know what she could do to help, but she wanted to do what she could. She saw her small circle of friends in the crowd, spread out; they were all like their own little island, drawn in on themselves and fighting their own troubled waters. She felt very vulnerable herself, and while she wanted to comfort everyone she felt very spread thin, like she needed to rest. Her tiny body had lost so much blood she was prone to fainting spells now, which left her very little energy for more than a weak smile for anyone. She actually jumped when James seemed to suddenly appear and yell... "Why haven't the f***ing government strung his f***ing arse up if he has been so much trouble? If you ask me, they should have gone in and blown up anyone to do with him." James' fathers attitude shone through with those words. James loved peace he would never even think of harming someone deliberately, but some of his fathers ways must have rubbed off on him before he died. "And, by the way, I join you in bringing down this f***ing s*** bag." He took another step forward. They had expected vehement responses so this didn't surprise either girl at all. They shared a look, and Micah nodded, taking the lead, "That's because he either controls or can prevent government interference. Bribes, threats, blackmail, you name it and he's used it. The government makes token efforts and occasionally gets lucky, but cannot move in force against them without far reaching implications. Some have set out privately against them and that's what made them weak; while they have the government under their thumb, and expect others to attack them because of their drugs or weapons, they don't do a lot of protecting themselves from private entities. We've seen serious set backs in their activity because those are things they cannot really expect. We're hoping that they don't expect a move from us." "Could you order Hawiian for that pizza? I have a weakness for cooked pineapple and ham." Izel smirked, "Already ordered the full gamete of pizzas - should be here in ten or fifteen minutes." Amalthea pulled the hood down lower, thankful for her ability to look like anyone - otherwise she knew she would be picked out and interrogated in front of all these people. She would go along, she wouldn't be able to hide herself the whole time, but she wanted to pick the where and when she came out to these people. |
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| Mr. Trout | Mar 17 2009, 01:04 PM Post #15 |
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Henshin boogy
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A big speech. A really big speech. Right now Jade wished she had the attention span to handle the sheer amount of information. What? She was a horrible slacker and a basically shithole of a human being. She just flicked her knife trying to absorb as much of the information as she possibly could. If anyone was in her mind, they'd probably smack her upside the head and tell her to pay attention. The bruises on her body that her uniform covered up should be enough for that, too bad it wasn't right. Jade loosened up her tie and ran a hand down the side of her pants trying to feel one of the nastier bruises. Argentina, crime bosses. How fantastic. At least they weren't ten foot tall cockroach men with three foot tall wangers that they tried to hit you with. Worst family vacation ever. Really, it was up on the level like their trip to monster island, but less people got eaten that time. Oddly enough, Jade paid full attention to the artificial uterus and wished she hadn't. See she had seen things like that a few times before, but mostly her brain went right to 'why would they want cats with superpowers? Buggers are powerful enough already'. "Sounds like the plot of a goddamn comic book." Jade piped up, actually talking to herself really. Stopping with the butterfly knife just long enough to fish a long, crooked cigarette from her pocket and put it between her lips. She had forgotten her lighter, but how often did the girl forget she was magic. Ugh, needs to pin the note to her lapel or something. Her index finger seemed to glow for a moment, the girl taking her hex magic and putting it to the test on the end of the cigarette, igniting it. "Bollocks to it eh. Time to be a bitter ole bitch and teach these pig suckers a lesson." She gave a cranky smirk along with taking a deep puff on her cigarette. It really helped her think and calm down. And for the most part she was faking listening, so her idea of what they were up against was extremely skewed, no matter, the worse the odds the more fun she had. |
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| Sundog | Mar 17 2009, 01:56 PM Post #16 |
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Kaneda listened intently to the brief. He was intrigued by this little soirre they were planning: He spoke fluent spanish, and he knew this would aid them when they get down to South America. He was in, full on, no questions about it. But he did have a few questions. He raised his hand, then stood. 'Um, hi, m-my name is Kaneda Mitsurugi, and I just transferred here from the States.' God, he hated talking in front of people. He continued: 'Ok, I have a few questions. Minus the clones if they have any yet, what kind of forces are we looking at? cartels tend to have pretty decent security. And do we have an idea about an insertion plan? and extraction?' He was looking right at Izel when he asked the questions. She was striking to say the least, but Kaneda wasn't looking at her for her beauty. No, he was interested in her because they were going into her territory; He wanted to know the layout of the land. His father had tought him to be meticulus about planning things like this, a lesson he put to good use as much as possible. 'Look, miss... Izel, is it?' he asked in Spanish. 'I'm not gonna beat around the bush. I'm sure everyone here wnats to help. So anything you need, just ask.' |
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| Lord Massacre | Mar 17 2009, 11:29 PM Post #17 |
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Everyone's Favorite Badass...
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(Pizza was on the way! Excellent! Beyond that, Elisa didn't really give a flying shit. This was going to be an awesome trip. It sounded so cloak-and-dagger that she couldn't resist, even with the threat of possible damage to her own person. Bah, who cares? It was a chance to get in her exercise, test out her frequent flyer miles, break in that hat, and so on. And, on that note...) "Sounds like the plot of a goddamn comic book. Bollocks to it eh. Time to be a bitter ole bitch and teach these pig suckers a lesson." (Elisa sniggered at this, then thumbed in the girl's direction.) Elisa: I'm with her on this. (That was when the scent hit her. No, not the cigarette, though that was more noticeable. It was a familiar thing, this scent. Moonian senses were fairly strong, so... Oh, what was it? It was on the tip of her tongue, since she'd been around it just about EVERY DAY, that scent of a...of a Slayer. Wait, what? This girl was a Togami?! But...every other member she'd met had been different. Ah well. She'd find out later. One of the others got them on target for how to approach the next aspect for the meeting, so Elisa also spoke up, remembering something Micah had said before.) Elisa: I remember hearing something about comparing information on the attacks for this to flesh out the pattern. |
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| nid-vaeda | Mar 18 2009, 01:08 AM Post #18 |
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“I am.” The two words came from the small silver haired girl. Xander gave a small whistle, a grin forming on his lips. Within his mind a small argument shortly ensued. Alex protesting Xander's inappropriate behavior. Xander's attention was quickly brought back to the outside world with a small tug on his shirt. An action that nearly caused him to swing at his roommate. Shaking his head Xander followed Ben to the chairs and took a reluctant seat. The presentation seemed to go on forever, and Xander not being one for facts and figures stared up at the ceiling a gave a large yawn. However the information didn't fall on deaf ears, it was all being absorbed by Xander's more rational self even though he couldn't control his body at the moment. As the presentation ended Xander looked back at the girls in the front of the room. Really pizza...are you kidding me?! Xander thought to himself as he was passed a clipboard. "What do you think?" Ben asked him. Xander gave a boisterous laugh "you're kidding right?!" He asked the younger boy sitting next to him. "Look Princess" Xander began this time louder and directing all of his attention to Izel "You don't strike me as someone who can pull something like this off...I mean ordering pizza?!" His voice loud and filled with a mixture of anger and sarcasm "You're not starting a fricken chess club, your trying to get together a lynch mob" Xander stood from his seat "I just don't think I'm going to be putting my eggs in your basket" He told her and walked to the door. Just when his hand was to touch the door knob something stopped him from opening and storm from the room. A small nagging voice that had been yelling at him to shut up through out his entire speech. Xander gave a small annoyed sigh "Fine" He muttered under his breath to his alter ego. With a small grunt he turned back towards the others in the room glaring at them. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He couldn't do anything the other part of him had an investment in this, and Xander was going to have to deal with that. Edited by nid-vaeda, Mar 18 2009, 01:17 AM.
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| Izzy | Mar 18 2009, 02:00 AM Post #19 |
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As the Marauder duo entered the room, Issac felt the wash of emotions that had been pent up. Pain, anguish, confusion, disbelief, sadness and anger. His eyes slipped down, alight as he tried to stabilize the emotions flowing into him, the shadows of souls trying to eat away at his own consciousness, his very psyche. He staggered at the large crowd, realizing that the two mercenaries were the only ones that were relatively unharmed. The black haired mercenary heaved a heavy breath, struggling to work his way through, back into straight thinking. He coughed once, and felt a lifeline thrown to him. Jade. The young goth, his girlfriend. A few people in this world build rigid bonds with each other. Soul mates, in a sense of it. This young woman was one of those, and Issac felt her grouchy, rougish personality flood his own... the connection they shared surprised him when he first became aware of it, and Issac stood back up straight. Looking around, he turned to Mark. "Jade's here." He wheezed, and struggled with eliminating the headache that he had acquired. "I'm gonna leave you for a while." Issac shook his head and began to pick his way through the crowd, heading towards Jade, who no doubt would have sensed his own coming. Their bond went both ways. - - - - - Mark headed towards the front, and sat down with a clear path towards the stage - and with a clear view of Izel. He listened, trying desperately to keep his temper in check, to not burst into a rallying sergeant, gathering as many of these revenge fueled students as he could and sending them blindly into whatever those twenty boys came from... and probably would have gotten himself killed. Worse, he probably would have gotten them killed. That thought gave him enough of a hold on his own emotions that he was able to remain silent, quietly checking in with the Marauders system. There had been a few files - one being compiled long before this happened. Apparently some Argentinian government official had hired the Marauders for a bodyguard contract, probably to protect themselves from this Sebastian character, and as such they had gathered what information that they could - most of this was stuff he just came across, but every mercenary had a bargaining chip to bail himself out - and had sent it through to Marauders Intelligence. Someone had been gathering a lot of resources - enough to supply an army. Seems like it was exactly what they had been gathering it about. The questions part of the speech had come along. Waiting for a lull, Mark stood up and walked over to Izel and Micah, before beckoning for their attention. "Hi... my name's Mark." He held out his hand to shake, and continued on. "I work for the Marauders, a mercenary company... listen, I've asked our intel boys, and they say they have some information that you might find useful." He pulled out the PDA, and looked at them. "If you want to... I can try and get my parent company to help out. We have strong ties with AHS, and we protect our own... that, and I just don't like seeing innocent people getting hurt." "Most of our support will have to be for a price... money, mainly, but if you can let us have pillage rights then the boys in brass - our executives - are pretty much sure to deal in. The Marauders have a base in the South Pacific, so even more the reason to stop anyone building an army nearby. But the bottom line is that I can at least get you guys to South America with your weapons and supplies... oh, and I'll be joining you, too." Mark looked at them, not a trace of emotion left as he went back to something familiar - striking a deal, set objectives, get on with the job. It felt... good. Good to get back to business. But he would never forget his motivation. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 18 2009, 02:27 PM Post #20 |
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"Ok, I have a few questions. Minus the clones if they have any yet, what kind of forces are we looking at? Cartels tend to have pretty decent security. And do we have an idea about an insertion plan? and extraction?" Acknowledging the young man, Izel brought up again the map of the country. "We're working on getting numbers, but it will only be a rough estimate. There's no telling now many people or who are in their paid services; you can imagine if the government knew that kind of thing they would have gotten rid of this scum bag a long time ago," she smiled, but it never reached her icy blue eyes, "As far as insertion and extraction - we want to know who is in, how many people we'll be transporting and the like before we get a plane. As soon as we have a rough estimate we will work out the details." "Look, miss... Izel, is it?" The young man said in Spanish, Micah raised an eyebrow but said nothing, "I'm not gonna beat around the bush. I'm sure everyone here wants to help. So anything you need, just ask." A little warmer, she smiled and a bit quieter, also in Spanish, "Thank you, it's good to know you're on board." Izel heard some of the sneering comments being said, but she was dead set on ignoring them. Micah had to give it to her, she was pulling off the stoicness very well given what had to be going on in the blonds head. Every moment they stood here talking was another not spent getting home and getting to business. "Sounds like the plot of a goddamn comic book. Bollocks to it eh. Time to be a bitter ole bitch and teach these pig suckers a lesson." Micah's eyes sought out the source of the voice - a girl in the back sat smoking a cigarette and playing with a knife. She didn't look too happy at the moment so her guess was that this one was on their side... "I'm with her on this. I remember hearing something about comparing information on the attacks for this to flesh out the pattern." Ah - Elisa. Micah was glad she had come. She was one of the ones she had been looking for in the beginning, but had missed among the people milling around. Whether she saw it or not Micah nodded at her and glanced to Izel - who merely nodded. She knew about Micah meeting Elisa and had probably figured out who she was from her description. Nodding at the other girl, Micah went to take a step and begin discussing their concerns, but never got that far - "Right, thanks Elisa-" "Look Princess" Micah instinctively turned her body so that while she was several inches shorter than her friend, her body was between her and this young man that was yelling obviously at her, "You don't strike me as someone who can pull something like this off...I mean ordering pizza?! You're not starting a fricken chess club, your trying to get together a lynch mob" he stood, and Micah tensed. She was prepared to defend Izel, but she had hoped it would not come to that... "I just don't think I'm going to be putting my eggs in your basket." Izel put a calm hand on Micah's arm, the two girls exchanged a glance and Izel fixed the boy with hard, blue eyes, stepping out from behind her friend. "You're free to leave whenever you want." She shrugged - this was another thing they had discussed - they didn't need to take people that were loose cannons with them. They already had enough casualties. She watched him stop at the door, just short of leaving - perhaps he changed his mind? Her eyes still coldly fixed on his face, "I want you all to know," slowly her eyes roamed the crowd, "we are taking this very seriously, but as also think that there is a link between those of us who came here recently from Argentina and these attacks. It is very likely that by simply having this meeting we are putting our lives in danger," the utter lack of emotion gracing the girls face was impressive - Micah had never seen her like this. "We don't need people who aren't willing to work as a team, so if that's how you feel - we don't need you." It was a tense moment, Izel's eyes had returned to the young man who was looming by the door like a dark shadow. Micah shuffled her feet, a bit. She wanted to do something, not stand in front of a room full of people and plan - she wanted to be in action and it was making her skin crawl. "Hi... my name's Mark." Micah breathed a sigh of releaf as Izel broke eye contact and turned to this Mark. Both girls took in his general appearance and though they were neither mind readers, they were both thinking identical thoughts. "I work for the Marauders, a mercenary company... listen, I've asked our intel boys, and they say they have some information that you might find useful." He pulled out a PDA, and looked at them. "If you want to... I can try and get my parent company to help out. We have strong ties with AHS, and we protect our own... that, and I just don't like seeing innocent people getting hurt. "Most of our support will have to be for a price... money, mainly, but if you can let us have pillage rights then the boys in brass - our executives - are pretty much sure to deal in. The Marauders have a base in the South Pacific, so even more the reason to stop anyone building an army nearby. But the bottom line is that I can at least get you guys to South America with your weapons and supplies... oh, and I'll be joining you, too." It was more than either had dared hope for and to their credit they refrained from jumping for joy like school girls. Trading cool looks, Micah nodded. They had thought about selling off some of the things they might find for additional support, but hadn't actually thought it would work. "Mark?" Izel said, turning her face back to meet his, "Money shouldn't be an issue, but we can discuss pillaging rights. I don't think I or anyone else would be comfortable trading the drugs, but I know that they hold several properties and arms among other things that are worth quite a good deal. Sebastian apparently likes to try to keep a lot of his assets in property and things, his personal home is full of priceless antiques, art, jewelry - you name it it's there and that's just the beginning of his collection. We - neither of us - have any interest in gaining from this endeavor but we would want to protect those who have had pieces stolen from them. - Lets talk about this in depth," Izel finished off - realizing she was running the risk of rambling. She needed to find out more about these Marauders - they were almost too good to be true. They would also have to discuss exactly what they would want if pillaged. She didn't feel right about the cloning equipment falling into the hands of for-hire people... "Any other questions before we compare notes?" 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| Kuvoc | Mar 18 2009, 03:55 PM Post #21 |
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He was comforted a little as he listened, glad that this wasn't just a random meeting and that some research had been done. While it may be rare for him to actually get the motivation to take action, once he did he did not do it half-assed. This led him to the question that had been nagging him a little bit. Standing up, he nods to the two girls leading the meeting and gathers his thoughts. "My name is Kuvoc. I just want to know...how far are we taking this? Say we gather a team, the resources, and the information necessary to make this attack. What are we going to do in the end? Do we draw the line at destroying their equipment? Punishing our attackers? Or are we going to go all the way to killing?" Kuvoc involuntarily paused for a moment before saying the last word. It seemed a bit alien, he had never actually thought about killing someone before. He wasn't sure if the very suggestion of it sounded ridiculous, but from some of the reactions he had seen in the people around him, he felt it was a question that he needed to know the answer to. |
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| Sundog | Mar 18 2009, 04:40 PM Post #22 |
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Kaneda nodded to the girl, then sat back down and listened to the other talk. he wasn't sure about some of the folks around here being ready for such an action, but he would help them if they needed it. He was particularly interested to get with this Izel to learn more about what she knew. Plus, it couldn't hurt to help them with the planning of this mission. (9Sorry its so short. going to bed. )) |
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| Carniku | Mar 18 2009, 04:57 PM Post #23 |
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the eternal badass
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No sooner had these words been uttered than a figure stumbled through the main door, a garish blue and red uniform on his frame and several flat boxes in his hands as he narrowly avoided the guy who was trying to leave. Somehow, despite the fact he was fallen, he managed to get a foot under the boxes and lying on his back, now held them aloft by his leg. There was a sigh that this wasn't the first time this had happened and with a sudden jolt, the boxes floated into the air, an aroma of cheese and tomato sauce wafted through the air as the figure twirled his legs and got up to bended knee. Hands held out, he quickly caught the falling pizzas, got up, and unceremoniously dropped the top one. There was a long, awkward silence "Uh-oh... hope no-one was really hankering after the Veggie Supreme..." Tweaking the obligatory company cap, the obvious face of Carniku Inuzuki was exposed, odd-job unwilling hero extraordinairre. His eyes glowed the same colour as his uniform, awkwardly, but that wasn't the sort of thing you'd notice based on the fact he was simply that much maligned and under-valued being, the Pizza-Delivery Boy. "This is your Ninja Pizza delivery, if you were even remotely aware I was coming, you get your meal paid for free! Buuuuut since I eavesdropped on your entire conversation, I'm betting you didn't" Carniku tossed his hat away and hastily whipped off the horrific polyster T-shirt to reveal a fairly tight black vest instead "Since Ninja Pizza is just my dad's latest hare-brained scheme to make my life hell, I'm more than willing to quit. Plus, I... I'm curious about all of this" Carniku had recieved some information from an anonymous source that his history was tied to something called Project Epsilon and that it's main area of focus was on Unlimited Energy production and Human Cloning. There might be a chance that whoever it was that'd made him might have a connection to this. Plus, he got to look butch in his vest jeans combo, I mean come on, on a scale of 1 to manly, he was easily at a bearded man stabbing a shark in the face level. |
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| Sundog | Mar 19 2009, 12:01 AM Post #24 |
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(( Niku, that line about the 'if you knew I was coming thing' was pretty damn funny! Sorry I had to say that)) |
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| Sundog | Mar 19 2009, 12:01 AM Post #25 |
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(( Niku, that line about the 'if you knew I was coming thing' was pretty damn funny! Sorry I had to say that)) |
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| Mr. Trout | Mar 19 2009, 01:10 AM Post #26 |
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Henshin boogy
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She didn't need him to say anything. She knew he was there the moment he walked in. From a vague feeling buzzing in the back of her skull (often mistook for a slight alcoholic buzz, but that is a different story) to the blazing clear comfort of the one bloke she actually let close to her. Well, the one that she was not actually related to. But eh, there was always the future on that note. Just don't bring it up now to freak him out, that can happen later just to see the Issac shaped hole in the wall. She knew he was about, and in a bright quick moment, Jade raised her cigarette holding hand and exhaled a plume of toxic smoke. "I haven't seen you for days, I got gassed and beaten. Do not give me a crap about my cigarette." She was plenty cross. Sure she hadn't shown up to his dorm, bonked him over the head and dragged him to the bedroom to unwind. That took initiative. As much as she wanted to see the guy, after getting the crap pulled on her, after feeling defenseless, the last thing she wanted was to have to run and rely on another person for protection. That just made her feel worse about herself. Really bad situation there right? Course seeing him here was not a bad thing. She even patted the seat next to her, kinda expressing for him to sit down. "Here with the marauders then? Taking down a few big name gangs might help your portfolios." |
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| The Master of Mischief | Mar 19 2009, 11:32 AM Post #27 |
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Queen of the Monkeys
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Keely sat quietly through the whole meeting, listening to the information and arguments. Everyone seemed to have pretty strong opinions; James' explicit rant took her a bit by surprise, but she wasn't exactly sure what she felt, herself. She was angry, of course, and she hated the idea of someone using her DNA to make clones, especially if those clones would be put to bad use. But she also didn't exactly see why she should put herself in danger, again, to help these two girls. It was the 'right' thing to do, maybe, but that was a bit to vague for her. Kuvoc's question made her even more dubious. Punishing their attackers? Maybe even killing them? She was beginning to think that she didn't want anything to do with this. She wanted to do something, yes, but not for revenge. Some people already seemed committed for their own reasons, but she wasn't convinced yet. People started drifting out, and it seemed that the meeting was moving towards it's second phase, so she decided she'd better speak up. She stood up, though she could still only just see over the heads of those seated in front of her. Resisting the urge to stand on her chair in order to see better, she spoke her peace. "I have a question, but I don't want yeh to take it the wrong way. I'm wondering why we should help yeh, simply because it doesn't really seem like our problem here. Yes, we were all effected in that we were attacked, but isn't this something that should be sorted out in Argentina, where it's actually happening, instead of us going all the way there to try to fix it? Why do yeh need us? I seems like a lot to ask, for us to put ourselves in danger for something that isn't our responsibility." Inwardly she grimaced. That sounded a lot more accusatory than she'd wanted it to. She tried again: "Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not saying that I won't help yeh, or even that I won't go along if that really does end up being the only way to keep something like this from happening again, but for myself anyway, I want to know more of what I'd be getting myself into, and more importantly, why." She sunk back down into her seat, her hands shaking slightly. A performer she might be by profession, but she still hated speaking in front of groups, though she felt better for having said it. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 19 2009, 02:15 PM Post #28 |
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"Any other questions before we compare notes?" Micah pipped up; she hadn't for gotten Elisa's reminder of one of the big bullet items of the meeting. Her eyes scanning the crowd until one young man in a hoodie stood up and pulled her attention to him. "My name is Kuvoc. I just want to know...how far are we taking this? Say we gather a team, the resources, and the information necessary to make this attack. What are we going to do in the end? Do we draw the line at destroying their equipment? Punishing our attackers? Or are we going to go all the way to killing?" "Kuvoc," Izel repeated already doing her best to commit name and face to memory, "I know a lot of people want blood over this and while we agree that these people should be punished, we're more concerned with getting back what was taken and preventing this from happening again. We don't pretend that we are his god - to determine life or death for him." They had discussed the possibility of death and killing before going through with this and neither had felt like executioner style was what the situation called for. And while Izel personally wanted the head of the person responsible for her parent's disappearance - you would not hear that pass her lips. They had decided that no one would know that they hoped to also recover them - if they were still alive of course. "I have a question, but I don't want yeh to take it the wrong way. I'm wondering why we should help yeh, simply because it doesn't really seem like our problem here. Yes, we were all effected in that we were attacked, but isn't this something that should be sorted out in Argentina, where it's actually happening, instead of us going all the way there to try to fix it? Why do yeh need us? I seems like a lot to ask, for us to put ourselves in danger for something that isn't our responsibility. Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not saying that I won't help yeh, or even that I won't go along if that really does end up being the only way to keep something like this from happening again, but for myself anyway, I want to know more of what I'd be getting myself into, and more importantly, why." Micah pinned the girl with her eyes and was speaking before she realized it. "It's not just a problem for Argentina. Yes, that's where it started a long, long time ago - before any of us were born. This group has been around for a long time, being passed down from father to son. They're happy to use Argentina as a base, but they mass produce drugs and sell weapons and sell them where you grew up and if they can they'll still be selling them in your neighborhood when you settle down to have families and children of your own. They are not just our problem," she took a deep breath, her passion was getting away with her. "They are everyone's problem, and now they've become yours, specifically. DNA keeps for a very long time. What if they are able to clone people; what if they make a copy of you and set that person to killing someone or stealing something, that person would have your face and your DNA. They could just dispose of the clone when they're done," Micah let the statement trail off as she looked around the audience. "We're all individuals," Izel said into the silence. "Some of you might not care about there being multiples of you out there, who you are today being manipulated into something you wouldn't recognize, some of you care. Some of you wouldn't care if people were hurt by an alternate you, but we do," she spoke quietly, she couldn't force these people to go with them - they had to choose it for themselves, but they were all here for a purpose they only knew. It was one of those profound moments where no one really spoke, which made what happened next all the more comical. The pizza delivery boy showed up, nearly barreled into the skulking young man and almost successfully kept from dropping the mound of boxes but missed by one... "Uh-oh... hope no-one was really hankering after the Veggie Supreme..." That face, Micah recognized that face. Izel was scant moments behind her on the realization of where they had seen him before. "The boy from the pool," Micah whispered to Izel. "This is your Ninja Pizza delivery, if you were even remotely aware I was coming, you get your meal paid for free! Buuuuut since I eavesdropped on your entire conversation, I'm betting you didn't" Insert quick wardrobe change and both girls recollected him now - though he'd been wearing a lot less when they met him. "Since Ninja Pizza is just my dad's latest hare-brained scheme to make my life hell, I'm more than willing to quit. Plus, I... I'm curious about all of this" Insert the pause after this little speech as the two girls attempted to register him and the odd situation - whoever his dad was and whatever bearing it had to do with them... "Right," Izel said into the silence, "We're going to take a small break - grab something to eat and a drink and we're going to pull up some chairs and have a seat ourselves and compare notes on what every one knows. I think there's desks and chairs for everyone if you want, otherwise just give us a second." Micah picked up the laptop and moved it to a desk that was unoccupied. She would be taking and categorizing notes while everyone talked. Glancing up she noted the Spanish speaker (Kaneda)...as he was close she looked at him and asked in her much more native language, "What is your name?" And as Mark was also closed she nodded to him and smiled, glancing over at Izel who was taking care of situating the pizza on the back wall and pulling a cooler out with drinks and paying Carniku. Izel had not actually met him, just helped save his life. Helping take the layers of boxes from his arms and transferring them to the table. "Gone swimming anymore?" She asked him dryly, "I see you at least survived your last attempt." Ben was singularly amazed by his roommates sudden violent behavior. Granted he didn't know Alex very well, but up until now he had not been a violent person and he was worried about the older boy. At the point where things were breaking up he got up and out of his chair to go over and approach his roommate, nodding at Kuvoc on his way, "Hey man," he mumbled en route. Coming up so that Alex, this time, could clearly see him he peered into the other boys eyes, rather disturbed with the change that had come over him in the last few days. "Dude - what's going on?" He said quiet and serious. "You've been really odd the last few days - what's going on?" Maddie, however, sat perched on her seat, her hands grasping at her knees and glancing around nervously. She wanted to cry and scream all at once. Glancing around she saw a few people she knew, but more she didn't. Finally sliding out of her chair she shuffled over to the pizza and pulled out a piece and a drink before selecting a desk and sliding into it without saying a word to anyone. Off in a corner, still wearing the face of a stranger, Amalthea swaggered to the table and pulled off a piece of pizza, taking a large bite out of it. Chewing hurt but so did her stomach. Not quite coordinated and not caring she accidentally barreled into the now at least empty handed pizza delivery boy. "Aye," she winced, putting a hand to her face as the visage fluctuated slightly but holding. "Sorry!" And while she'd meant to be a bit more smooth, she turned out to be quite clumsy. Snagging a few more pieces of pizza and a drink she passed by the girl with the cigarettes, and while she rarely smoked - she felt like it now. "Got a spare stick?" She asked between bites of pizza. She hadn't realized how famished she was. |
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| Abadon XXX | Mar 20 2009, 12:51 AM Post #29 |
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To defend one's family... This is what Sorns always believed in. That was what had driven him to do what he needed to do. Though he knew that his father was more than able to handle himself, but his attention was kept on mainly his mother and his twin sister Lily. Any attack that he had brought forth upon his family he would fight without question and make sure they are safe. The protection was no different when it came to his extended family that was there was well. That was when he saw the flyer, he had come to Mori Hall. The blood slayer wasn't sure what was going on, so it seemed like the best thing to do was to investigate what was going on. As he walked into the room, there were plenty of unfamiliar faces. However, there were plenty of familiar ones. His blood red eyes went to his aunt Jade first. For a second he thought it had been his grandmother, but then again she wasn't as tall as her mother. But then he had seen Elisa. He kept his gaze on her for much longer before taking a seat. As he sat down, he began to study what the pair of students were talking about. In a disturbing way, he wouldn't even be surprised if some of the crime mentioned had come from his grandmother. The Faith No More weaponsmith company didn't really have a lot of background checks when it came to the dealings. But on the other hand he knew that his grandmother had a lot of quirks about her especially when it came to domination. Her most recent one was actually financial, so he didn't really know how exactly his grandfather was able to pull that off to be honest. But he didn't have any questions for now though. He had his own concerns when it came to what exactly would they be dealing with completely, but for whatever reason he felt that there was some kind of "need to know" business. Not to mention much of the business seemed to be dealing with scientific research. Another thing that Sorns knew all too well thanks to his family. He was going to have to see what kind of science that was going to happen. Hopefully there was no slayer DNA being used. He cannot let that get into enemy hands. But for now there was some pizza coming in. A little bit of a calm before the storm. As long as the food didn't come in too raw, he would not have a problem. Walking over next to Elisa, he took a slice of pizza as he nodded his head to her while smiling. It is good to see familiar faces here. But he was going to remain open to the possibility the duo that gave the mission briefing would probably ask who and what he was. So for now he was going to eat some pizza and converse with a comrade in arms. "Nice seeing you again Elisa." |
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| nid-vaeda | Mar 20 2009, 10:11 AM Post #30 |
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Xander once again allowed for his mind to wander as the meeting continued every aspect of which, Alex was committing to memory. There were some interesting points brought up and Alex wasn't too fond of the idea of having to kill anyone, no dought Xander would enjoy it though. Snapping back into the room Xander noticed Ben approach him. "Dude - what's going on?You've been really odd the last few days - what's going on?" A sly grin grew on Xander's lips "So, he hasn't told you about me?" He asked the question with a bit of devilish joy. This will be fun Xander quickly thought to himself. "You've seen Alex meditate before right?" He said as he lifted his body from against the wall into a full standing position. "Have you ever wondered why he does that?" He continued on "He does it to keep me out" He told ben in a dry manner. "I am what happens to Alex when he doesn't meditate, names Xander by the way" He finished not wanting to have to explain all the intricacies. He glanced acrossed the room one last time. Do we really have to stay here? Yes I just don't think she will be the person to follow...doesn't seem strong enough for something like this you can't judge that The two personalities within the white hair boy carried on an internal conversation. Edited by nid-vaeda, Mar 21 2009, 12:54 AM.
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| Kira Rounin | Mar 20 2009, 02:56 PM Post #31 |
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There had been a good reason for her late arrival. She was a woman who was birthed by the sacrifice of another woman's own life force was brought back to the world of the living. She was given a body, and a chance at a normal life... one that did not surround the responsibility of see the fate of all mankind. A controller of destiny... plucking the strings of fate to the soundless tune for all eternity... she no longer held that responsibility. Because she had refused to pluck a single strand of that fate... she refused to end the destiny of a certain human being, she had been banished to hell. Somehow, her cries for help in that land of eternal sorrow and absolute despair. Her soul had been reincarnated. She owed a life dept to the very man that had called her soul from the pits of hell, the very man that had been born due to her own intervention in refusing to follow the strands of Fate. She knew that Fate itself would catch up with the man's family, and when that time came, she had vowed to protect the man's daughter, even at the cost of her own life. It was for that reason, that Shiro and Gemini both agreed to extract their vengeance upon those who had harmed their crimson haired roommate and closest friend. Shiro, of course, being the more aggressive personality hastily decided it was time to take full control. Her reason for being late? Why, of course, getting some back up. Vertigo; she had met the woman not too long ago. They both shared quite the lust for battle, though the ebony stranded woman seemed to hold a strength of physical attributes that far surpassed anything that Shiro could dream of producing in her current body. As such, she had invited the very long haired woman to join her (after taking nearly three hours to find her), and thus, leading them to their late entry. When Shiro entered, most of her injuries had recovered, mostly due to her own spiritual healing. Still, her ribs hurt like hell and her pride... well, that was shattered long ago. She had opted in not telling Kira anything over her sudden lust for vengeance, despite her other half wishing for her to take a more calm approach. Still, the two entities within a single body knew that if the subject was left as is, there would be no telling what could happen. They needed to find out who attacked them and why. Shiro had overheard most of the information being given, though she remained rather silent; entering nonchalant and attempting not to dag attention due to her and her new friend's late arrival. Though Vertigo did not understand the situation when Shiro approached her, she started to as things were being explained. Vertigo was a Saiyan; a race revolved around pride and honor. To attack the defenseless with masks... it was an absolute disgrace. As the pair of women listened in, and the thought of food filtered into the young Saiyan's mind, she couldn't stop the seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach from growling in protest. One small factor for such an advanced metabolism; food bills were sky high. Shiro spotted Maddie alone, helping herself to a slice of pizza. Those crimson hues flashed sapphire as Gemini's emotions forced her to surface. The woman moved over to greet the woman and possibly consult her. She, more than anyone, would most likely feel responsible for what had happened. She had thrown a party, nothing out of the ordinary for a high school student, only to have her friends nearly massacred when she awoke. The dark lines around her eyes, the frail, fragile movements she made; it was all stereotypical of someone who was both physically and mentally scarred. "Maddie," Gemini's soft hand reached the woman's shoulders as those sapphire hues reflected a full amount of the emotion that stirred within her chest. She tired her best to keep herself stationed; slow movements as to not provoke any sort of rising tension. She assumed the girl was filled with a high rate of anxiety, and she knew full well that the woman would either pull away or lash out beyond her control due to the emotional trauma that she had faced. "How are you holding up?" Vertigo remained on the side, one of the few members of the group who held no real connection. Nevertheless, she would certainly be playing a role in their plan to seek out exactly who was behind this and why. Cloning; such science marked Kami's territory. As a Saiyan, her race's technology was far more advanced than that of Earth. Cloning subjects, though... Vertigo shook her head. Earthlings were certainly a strange race. There were such a variety of personalities, cultures, and so forth... it was amazing that their race had not destroyed their planet long ago. |
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| Lord Massacre | Mar 20 2009, 03:42 PM Post #32 |
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Everyone's Favorite Badass...
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(The meeting had been going fine until some guy - her mental database punching up a name - decided to open his mouth and spew out a load of garbage. Of course, he followed this with agreeing to go along with things anyway, so what was HIS point? Elisa could see none, and would probably backhand him one later for being an ass in the wrong place at the wrong time. He interrupted Micah when she was getting down to business. Pizza aside, this was serious business and he - complaining about a lack of seriousness - was obstructing that with his BULLSHIT. Yes, she would hit him later, probably hard. Xander was told off, anyhow, so that lent a little satisfaction in her. One of the others asked about killing. Personally, Elisa didn't care if she was covered in their blood. But...she would hear out opinions. That was when Ninja Pizza came in, apparently. But...hang on a minute... You can't...) "Since Ninja Pizza is just my dad's latest hare-brained scheme to make my life hell, I'm more than willing to quit. Plus, I... I'm curious about all of this." Elisa: Wait, wait, wait... What ever happened to Ninja Burger? (Silly catgirl! Ninja does not exist! You no see Ninja Burger employee EVER! Take one point of honor from your character sheet. Anyway, the half-Moonian went over to grab several slices of pizza - Hawaiian pizza for great justice, yo! - and drink and began to eat with much desire and hunger. She ate like a fighter out on a mission, like you never knew where the next meal would hail from. That was her practice - and watching Jade - for the moment. Suffice to say, she almost didn't notice when Sorns came in. Seriously, you'd think you'd know the arrival of your own roommate by now...) "Nice seeing you again, Elisa." (Elisa glared with some irritation. Reason why? You'll see.) Elisa: Sorns, where the hell have you been? I've been trying to find you since I heard about this mess. I wanrted to ask if you'd been attacked, but good luck even finding your scaly-butt anywhere! So, how'd you get in on this? (Aggravation abated quickly due to pizza and blowing off steam. You'd never get her to admit it, but Elisa had been just a little concerned that - at a time like this - her roommate was nowhere to be found. So, besides catching up with whatever Sorns had been up to, Elisa was just waiting for this business to get underway. Would Sorns feel concerned for her, she wondered, if he knew she'd been attacked? Then again, it was a most ineffective strike. A lead pipe is hardly a threat to a strong head.) |
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| Kuvoc | Mar 20 2009, 10:05 PM Post #33 |
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"Kuvoc, I know a lot of people want blood over this and while we agree that these people should be punished, we're more concerned with getting back what was taken and preventing this from happening again. We don't pretend that we are his god - to determine life or death for him." Somehow this answer comforted Kuvoc. He wasn't exactly sure if he was ready to end somebody's life, but he knew that he would have at least tried if that had been the goal of the plan. He wasn't going to half-ass it. With a nod towards Izel he sat himself back down, glancing around. Whether it was the plan or not, it looked like some of these people might decide to go a little beyond the plan. He physically shook his head as if to shake the grim thoughts away and pondered the implications of what exactly he had gotten himself into. Looks like he'd finally see some combat action. Part of him was a little scared, he had never been in so much as a fist fight, and he wasn't an especially violent person. But he did like having the power to change things. And what better way to change someone then to beat them into submission? As he watched the spectacle of the pizza delivery, he realized he was rather hungry. With a slight grunt of pain, he pushed himself back up and began walking over to the pizza. He saw Ben and returned a nod of greeting, considering walking over and talking to the boy until he noticed he seemed to be striding towards his roommate with a purpose. His stomach growled and he decided he could just talk to him later, continuing on towards the pizza. Grabbing two slices of just plain cheese he wanders back to a wall and leans against it, trying to watch the people that were in the same boat the he was, hoping to learn more about them. Sure, he could have started talking to them...but he decided he'd just stay quiet with his pizza. He already felt a bit awkward. |
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| Abadon XXX | Mar 21 2009, 01:55 AM Post #34 |
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"Uh...you don't want to know..." Sorns kind of sweatdropped as he looked to the side. There were things that he had no real problem about when it came to his family. But his grandmother was that special kind of eccentric with just a little hint of creepy mixed into it. However, it kind of gets a little bit wierd after she had to have him use something that she called "the nozzel". "Then dad and I had to take care of the overall defense of the house since my grandfather went off to this other job he has. Don't ask, to be honest I think he's doing something that is from another planet all together. Then again, some of the people he works with are from said world in the first place. I think they were called dragoons. Kind of a long story which my grandfather doesn't really tell me or my dad about." Taking another bite of the pizza he had, he then showed Elisa a flyer that he had been able to locate. "I found this when I was walking around the school." As looked at the paper, he couldn't help but notice how Elisa was sounding. She seemed to be concerned about his well being. He then shook his head as he remembered her asking if he had been attacked. "Nope, I haven't been attacked though. If it happened, one of the things my grandmother would have had me do cleanup duty. And that you really don't want to know about. I kind of stopped asking questions about that after my grandmother wanting my grandfather to get a "full gross of dead people". For all I knew, she was going to give them to that vampire that she has under her thumb. Also a very long story, and kind of mixed too as I think about." Something had gotten Seran enthralled with some kind of idea, but it seemed to be a little bit peculiar in terms of his family. Even despite the fact of good, evil, law, and chaos constantly crossing blades the family still seemed to function okay. It seemed that his aunt Jade had a stable enough relationship that didn't seem to be too crazy. Shrugging off the various psyches of the family, he then looked at Elisa with concern in his eyes. "Can you tell me more about what's going on around here?" |
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| Sundog | Mar 21 2009, 04:56 PM Post #35 |
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"What is your name?" Kaneda looked up from his reverie and saw the other girl- Micah- talking to him. In Spanish no less. He pointed to himself, and replied in Spanish: 'Me? Name's Kaneda. You are Micah, yes? It's a pleasure to meet you.' He stood up and held his hand out to her to shake. Before she spoke to him, Kaneda was working his way through the projected maps. Entering the place was going to be different; He wasn't exactly a jungle warfare expert, but all terrains had a basic premise: Everywhere was dangerous in its own way. But the good thing was he had people who knew the layout. 'I was wondering if you would need any help with the planning process? My father was a graduate of the Army's tactician school, and he taught me everything he knew. I'd be more than happy to assist you guys...' |
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| Lord Massacre | Mar 22 2009, 06:35 PM Post #36 |
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"Uh...you don't want to know..." Elisa: Sorns, by now you should figure that I can handle next to anything. I am not capable of being so easily weirded out by your family. (But, nevertheless, he continued to be mostly evasive about the various things going on in his household. What did he think she was going to do? Report him to somebody? There were a number of aspects about Sorns' family that Elisa liked. The large amount of fighting potential, for one. Seriously, they were practically bred for violence. It was awesome in its own respect. Then, by way of explaining the rest of her questions, she was shown the familiar flyer for this meeting.) "I found this when I was walking around the school." Elisa: Oh, I see. (He told her that he had - fortunately - not been attacked. Elisa had had her own concern, yes, but she wouldn't have figured on him being in danger. At least, she'd hoped not. More than likely, he'd have been in the same boat as all these other people. His story raised a few questions, though. She understood what clean-up duty probably meant, but what was this about a vampire and how did it get under their collective thumbs, exactly?) "Can you tell me more about what's going on around here?" Elisa: Yes. To make a long story short, a number of people were attacked with the possibility of being targeted specifically for genetic samples. There is a theory that it's operating out of Argentina and the idea is to go and find out. Mostly, I'm just curious, myself, though I think perhaps someone tried to have it out with me that night. I recall an idiot in a mask with a lead pipe... |
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| Carniku | Mar 22 2009, 09:49 PM Post #37 |
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Carniku very cheerily pocketted the money and blinked at the strange question she was asking him... it seemed like a normal, innocuous question but then it was using a strange foreign word. Rather than the word you would expect to use for a Niku in water, she was saying "Swimming" where as everyone knew what he did was something completely different. Called "Drowning". Or, after all the crap Ryden pulled, "Brawling". He never managed to swim. He did recognise her face though... "Oh! You're one of the girls that saved me! And you met Roos! I'm very, very sorry!" The continuous happy inflection was quite bizarre and broken by someone walking into him from behind, he turned with a slightly put-off expression before returning his attention to the hottie who had saved his life and who seemed to be none to impressed with him as a person. Well, the chain of events under which they'd met consisted of nearly drowning in front of them and delivering their pizza. If he got in her pants now he'd deserve a MEDAL. And some heavy duty protective equipment to hide from Yoko as she suddenly decided she DID like him. He paused and thought for a second "Wow, there's a lot of people eating pizza considering how few boxes I remember having." He was slightly concerned someone might be desperate enough to go for the Veggie Supreme and THAT was just a lawsuit waiting to happen, best keep an eye on it. But, he should probably try and sell himself first "Apart from being unable to swim, I've got unbreakable bones, a personal energy stock thats counted in measurement beginning with Giga and I can catch a fly with chop-sticks. Oh, and I have a small red child who's quasi-invincible and willing to fight for the promise of candy. You don't need to give him any, just say you will and he forgets by the time you're done with your mission." Because he knew in his heart there was no way he'd be able to get going without Roos. The frigging Goblin'd probably beat him there and be playing with the local children in the ruin of the city if he didn't ESCORT him. He had a secret bet going that the bermuda triangle was Roos' fault. As it turned out he was sort of right but, you know, we don't brood. It occured to him he knew next to no-ones name but, eh, not that serious. Anyone he REALLY needed to know would turn up at the last minute anyway, as per "Heroic Entrances" clause 101. The worrying part is if he realises that HE was the last one to make an entrance, THAT's when you need to start worrying about your long term prospects of not being shot. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 23 2009, 06:23 PM Post #38 |
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"Maddie," Gemini's soft hand reached over and startled Maddie, who jumped and looked at the older girl like a scared, cornered rabbit. "How are you holding up?" The panic seeping out of her as she recognized Kira’s roomate her shoulders slumped and she glanced around, looking for Kira. “I - I’ve been better,” she said quite composed in contrast to how she had been a scant moment ago. And then anxiously, “How is Kira? Is she okay?” Maddie had done what she could for those who had been attacked in her room. She’d cried enough tears from the pain and horror of it alone to treat most of their wounds save the truly serious ones. Alexander grinned at Ben, which was a little creepy given the expression. He had not been the roomate he had previously known these last few days. "So, he hasn't told you about me?" The voice was a little different, something a bit more dark and concerning than the one Ben was familiar with. "You've seen Alex meditate before right?" He stood, looming over Ben, "Have you ever wondered why he does that? He does it to keep me out. I am what happens to Alex when he doesn't meditate, names Xander by the way" Well if that wasn’t a piece to digest, Ben didn’t know what was. Alex, Alexander - had been weird lately and if this was the explanation Ben was getting he wasn’t sure that he was very comfortable with it. His roommate had split personalities? “Well whatever man, you’ve been different.” Feeling uncomfortable he glanced at the pizza, knowing he could always use more food. “I’m going to get some pizza,” he grumbled, still not sure what he thought of his roommate. “You staying or leaving?” Pausing long enough o hear ‘Xanders’ reply he turned and got a plate and picked the pizza that had been dropped. His stomach didn’t care what it looked like. Glancing around he looked for someone he knew and spotted both Kuvoc and Kaneda, and he thought he’d seen Eric at some point - but the boy was probably being snakily right now and would pop out when he wanted. Grabbing a drink he came up next to Kuvoc and nodded, “Hey.” Taking a bite that was easily half the piece of pizza he chewed, giving them a few moments in an oddly comfortable silence. Finally, mouth clear he looked at his friend, “So - um, what are you thinking about all of this? Are you going?” He seemed surprised that she would speak to him. Quirking her lips she went about settling the laptop in place before she sat down, nodding at his question. Already she’d blacked out the overhead, bringing up a blank document with a few already notated areas for types of notes. She glanced around to see if the clipboard had finished its’ round yet. “Me? Name's Kaneda. You are Micah, yes? It's a pleasure to meet you.” As she had just sat down she merely extended her hand and shook his, smiling nicely before glancing back at the screen. There were many more people than they had originally anticipated sticking around. She was grateful and new Izel would be as well though she didn’t look anything other than normal. “I was wondering if you would need any help with the planning process? My father was a graduate of the Army's tactician school, and he taught me everything he knew. I'd be more than happy to assist you guys…” Well Micah perked up at that; for one she was releaved to not be speaking Japanese - her Spanish was natural and easy on her lips, “Really - Kaneda?” Studying her face, she made a small note on a notepad doc of that little bit of information and turned her attention back to him. “We want to get in the air and on the way as soon as possible. Izel and I wanted to be gone the day after the attacks but we waited to try to get some sort of team; if possible we’ll be leaving tomorrow. It’s quick but we want to go back home. Probably on the plane or when we land and get to meet up with the team there we can do more planning - especially when we get that information. See, it’s all to easy for a spy - for lack of a better word - to be here with us.” Giving him a meaningful look, she said more seriously, “So we don’t want to do a lot of planning yet.” Hopefully he understood her point and agreed. He was one she would want to consult with as well as those like Elisa who had various combat experience; they’d need that. "Oh! You're one of the girls that saved me! And you met Roos! I'm very, very sorry!" “The little naked kid? That thing’s on the weird side hun, hate to tell you that,” she said shaking her head. She missed most of the person bumping into Carniku, though she was struck with a familiarity…something about that person was tickling the back of her mind… "Wow, there's a lot of people eating pizza considering how few boxes I remember having. Apart from being unable to swim, I've got unbreakable bones, a personal energy stock thats counted in measurement beginning with Giga and I can catch a fly with chop-sticks. Oh, and I have a small red child who's quasi-invincible and willing to fight for the promise of candy. You don't need to give him any, just say you will and he forgets by the time you're done with your mission." Blinking, she realized that he was quite serious about joining them - which if what he had displayed at the pool was any indication of his strength, he was welcome to join them. Scrutinizing him she finally nodded after a pause, “If you’re willing to come we’ll be happy to take you.” And then in only partial mock seriousness she stuck a finger in his face, “And if that little red thing is coming - keep some pants on it!” Pulling her hand back she glanced at the quickly disappearing pizza and fished out more money from her pocket, “Well here’s a tip too - we need to get this going; have a seat?” Turning to look at the milling crowd she was satisfied that most people had at least one helping before snagging two plates and pizza enough for herself and Micah and drinks before approaching her friend who was in conversation with the rather militant young man. Kaneda? Something of the sort. Nodding to him, the mercenary guy, and a few others that were already seated she handed the plate to Micah and grabbed a piece for herself. She didn’t say anything, just devoured the piece as quickly as possible and poped the tab on the can and took a nice, long drink. Putting a hand to her stomach she felt the pressure from too much carbonated beverage at once build up into a silent belch… “Whew,” she said quietly, and sat the can down on the desk. “Okay guys, please if you would have a seat - we want to compare notes on what happened with everyone and get an idea of who is going with us.” |
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| Sundog | Mar 23 2009, 06:35 PM Post #39 |
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Micah mentioned a spy, and Kaneda nodded. He understood her apprehension; Cartels had alot of pull around the world, and he wouldnt be suprised if there was one here. 'Well, there ARE ways to drown a rat...' he cut himself off when he looked around and saw something. A woman. Black hair. pale skin. About 5'7". gray eyes. His heart froze for a second, then started again as the image was gone. He tuend back to Micha and asked her: 'Did you see... Nevermind, it was propbably nothing...' ------------------- Alita calmly turned the corner and began to walk off. he made visual, that was the important. she wanted him to know she was there. it would make things all the sweeter for their reunion. As she turned another corner into an abandoned hallway, she noticed a boy near his locker. He smiled at her, and she smiled back sweetly, thinking about how easy it would be to lure him into a room and eviserate him... |
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| Kuvoc | Mar 23 2009, 07:34 PM Post #40 |
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Somehow, even in the midst of all the seriousness around him, Kuvoc had managed to drift into a daydream. Despite the grim vibe in the air, the vision was mostly a pleasant one. There was a lot of grass and a pond where a single fish kept jumping into the air as if struggling to escape the pull of gravity. It seemed almost as if it was going to succeed each time, only to be met with the inevitable fate of crashing back down into the water. Which was good, Kuvoc mused, considering that its success would also mean it couldn't breath. Silly fish. The sun was bright and the air was warm, but not humid, lending a fresh smell to the air. The boy reclined and let his eyes drift up to the clouds. Suddenly, a piece of pizza was in his hand, and he continued to munch on it, struggling to keep the cheese from sliding off. As he looked at one of the many puffy clouds milling about the sky, he noticed it had some familiar features. Almost like a face. Huh. All the clouds actually looked like faces. And they kept moving. Some of them were fairly angry looking too, lightning crackling in their depths as if they were just waiting to unleash a load of pain onto something. One of the calmer ones started to grow larger. No...it wasn't growing larger really, it was...coming closer? "Hey." Kuvoc blinked a few times, the image of the speaking cloud remaining hovering before his eyes. Reaching up he rubbed his eyes and lo and behold, the cloudface turned into Ben who was in the process of devouring a slice of pizza. He smiled widely and gave a half wave of his hand. "Oh, hey Ben. Not going to lie, I'm glad to see a cl-" Kuvoc coughs. "A face that I recognize. I don't know why they chose all of us, if you look around...we don't really have much in common." It was true, the students that made up the group of victims were comprised of a wide variety of types. He shrugged, not really expecting any sort of answer. It was a random musing, nothing more, and he took another bite of his pizza. “So - um, what are you thinking about all of this? Are you going?” He considered the question for a moment, not wanting to rush his answer even if he did already pretty much have his mind made. It never hurt to think it over yet again. Tilting his head to the side he ran his hand through his hair as he pondered, weighing the pros and cons. Slowly, he spoke up. "Ya...I am. I don't really see how I can skip out. I mean, we don't really know all that much about their full intentions. If we don't go after them, who's to say they won't just come back after us for some reason or another. I don't know, I won't pretend I understand this fully but..." He trailed off and couldn't think of a way to finish his sentence. He didn't understand fully...but what? He was going to act anyway? Seemed kinda foolish when he thought about it that way. Oh well, foolishness it was. He wasn't going to stand around second guessing himself all day. He threw on a sheepish grin and nodded at Ben again. "Yup, I'm going. Never know what'll happen, and I suppose I'm a bit curious. What about you?" |
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