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| The Matter of the Murkbreed's Mission; Impromptu Storyline Continuation, OPEN | |
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| Grahm | Sep 14 2009, 11:11 PM Post #1 |
Disk 1 Final Boss
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(OOC: This thread is a continuation of This thread here. Don't let that stop you from posting, but at least read the last post in that thread before you enter this one.) Grahm Lowtide, Villain Ideologist and Philosopher, threw open the doors of the Admin building and marched into the foyer. It was evening, the sun having dipped below the horizon about twenty minutes previously. Behind him was a collection of about four dozen Alien Fish-people known as Murkbreed, who were all armed but their weapons had been tied down and sheathed before they had entered the building. In addition, there was a Golden-eyed Boy named Hayato who was here acting as a primary witness to the events that occurred earlier in the evening. The Murkbreed were unusually docile, due to the orders Grahm had given them. There was no magic to it, Grahm hadn't unearthed any strange technology to sway their small minds, they simply were hard-wired within their brain to follow the orders of whoever wore the Commander's helm, which Grahm was wearing. The helm was designed for a smaller head, however, and it didn't fit over his brow as a helmet should, so instead Grahm wore it like a large crown. His entrance wasn't entirely unexpected, as the Murkbreed had awoken the entire school with their victorious Battle Song, so someone inside had of course peeked out of a window and had alerted the receptionist to their arrival. Grahm marched up to the Receptionest's desk, and the Murkbreed followed him in, preceded by a pair of Murkbreed that were walking directly behind Grahm holding two ends of a pole which their former commander was tied to like a thanksgiving turkey roasting over the fire. The former Murkbreed commander was Blinded, his eyes had been punctured by splinters and debris during the combat, and as such he was still whimpering while Grahm stepped up to the receptionist at the front desk. He was wearing a pair of Brown Khaki pants, a black blood-stained shirt with a third of an smiling Anime face and the word "OBEY" was not splashed with blood, and a pair of green-lens goggles perched just under his brown hair. Grahm put a tinge of urgency in his voice when he addressed the receptionist. "Ma'am, I need to speak to someone who would be in charge of affairs on school grounds. These monsters behind me are the remains of an alien landing force that landed in the meadow about half an hour ago." The woman at the front desk was smiling patiently, but Grahm couldn't help but notice her when she nervously looked behind Grahm at the armed mutant space fish-men. Not wanting to unnerve her, Grahm spoke to her again. "I assure you that you are in no danger from these creatures, they follow the orders of whoever wears this helmet, and I told them to behave. Can you put me in contact with someone who knows how to handle this?" Grahm leaned on the desk the receptionist was sitting behind. She wouldn't be working here if she was incompetent, but you'd think that I would've given her fair enough warning due to all the noise the minions were making for her to send for someone who could deal with these things properly. After all, I doubt they will let me keep them, and I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to interrogate the lot of them and then stick them on janitor duty for the rest of their lives. Well, if I'm lucky they will let me keep one or two, and I might be able to keep the sword as a souvenir even. |
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| Mazohyst | Sep 15 2009, 12:14 AM Post #2 |
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Hayato was a little weirded out by the parading Murkbreed. Though he had to admit when they were watching and singing the U.S.A.'s National anthem... That was actually pretty amusing and cute, though Hayato had obviously not forgotten that he had fought and slain several of these aliens himself, especially their Murk Champion. How can you forget punching a hole in an alien's eye then hiding near it's brain for safety? You just don't, you just don't. Still, it was best that Hayato and Grahm report what had just happened. Hayato didn't think it was a sign of some kind of full-scale invasion. While he obviously had a limited knowledge on aliens he felt that these ones in particular were nothing more than an intergalatic band of pirates, or thieves or something. Then again, their head commander did seem to hate humanity but that only brought up more questions. Why did he hate humanity? Has he contacted them before? It made his head hurt thinking about it, and he already had a bit of a headache from the previous battle. It's that this be left to the proper authorities, in this case the school or possibly even SERAPH. Nevertheless, Hayato had reluctantly joined the Murkbreed and Grahm's victorious march toward the Administration building. As they passed some sort of aquatic center Hayato had a fleeting image of the Murkbreed happily living in some sort of little lake, fishing or whatever it was they do. Though, the thought of a fish-like creature fishing for another fish-like creature kinda weirded him out. At any rate Hayato, wielder of the Hayabusa Flame, stood beside Grahm as he spoke to the receptionist of the Administration Building. Hayato knew what they had to say would be pretty odd. However, he had a feeling that this school and it's faculty had dealt with such weird things, or even weirder maybe. "It was all pretty bizarre," Hayato began, not sure of what to say. Grahm had covered most of what had happened after all. "Anyway, we really don't have any idea what to do with these guys and like Grahm said - we'd really appreciate it if you could point us to the right people." Hayato spoke sincerely as he usually did, though he tended to be more sincere when addressing his elders. |
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| Grahm | Sep 19 2009, 01:33 PM Post #3 |
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(OOC: Sorry it took so long, had a bad case of writer's block) The woman at the front desk, after hearing both Grahm and Hayato's testimony and seeing the monstrous Murkbreed for herself, picked up her phone, opened up an contact list, and dialed a number. While it rang, she looked at them both with a calm expression, and spoke in a level tone. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention, boys. I am calling SERAPH now. They will most likely send one agent to interview you both while another group investigate the area of the incident. Please sit down and make yourselves comfortable while Things are arranged." Shortly afterward, the woman began to chatter into the phone rapidly. Grahm saw no reason to continue to stand, so he choose a padded seat that was sat next to a nearby table which had a few old magazines on it. He then motioned for Hayato to take a seat across from him, and sent a hand signal for the Murkbreed to be at ease. There would probably be a bit of a wait before the woman would be able to navigate through the bureaucracy and red tape that all government offices carried like a shield, and Grahm had nothing else to do, so he decided to sit down and wait. It was time for Grahm to review exactly had happened that night. What did he gain, and what did he lose? First of all, he had gained a possible ally for later trouble. However, Grahm would have to play it safe with Hayato, because there was no greater enemy then the one that knows your strengths and weaknesses. Secondly, he had gained a small arsenal of semi-primitive melee weapons of alien make and origin. The majority of them seemed to be of equal or lesser craftsmanship to something he could buy from a replica shop in Domino, but the sword he had claimed was made out of a different metal then he had ever seen before. If nothing else, it would sell for a pretty price in the student underground's bazaar. Third, he had gained Minions, although that would be very tenuous and temporary at best. Finally, he had put his knowledge to practical use for the first time, and the battle experience would prove useful in the times ahead. What did he lose? The immediate thing that sprang to mind was the Vacuum Cleaner he had used to blind the Commander, as Grahm had forgotten it out in the meadow. It was easily replaceable, but it might just change the slant of whatever file SERAPH would have on him. There was also the training Dummies, but they were easily replaceable. That only left the practice swords, but those again were not valuable. It was a lucrative trade for Grahm, especially since he had no need to share with anybody else. |
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| Mazohyst | Sep 20 2009, 04:06 PM Post #4 |
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The golden-eyed male did as he was instructed by the woman at the front desk and moved towards a padded seat. He sat beside Grahm and scratched his head, waiting for whatever to happen well...happen. Hayato was a little weirded out by how casual and nonchalant the woman was, perhaps this really was a common thing? Although, what surprised him most was SERAPH's involvement in meta-human affairs. As far as he knew, SERAPH is just an international peace-keeping. Though, the more he thought about the more it all made sense. Who else other than SERAPH would have such a deep involvement with meta-humanity? This entire day was a lot to take in. Hayato now knew that the world of meta-humans is a vast one, filled with secrets and conspiracies of all sorts. Of course, the power within him is a secret as well, most who have heard of it consider it to be nothing more than a fable or legend. Yet, here he was, power of the Hayabusa Flame within him. It really was a lot to take in, and he was sure that he was just sitting a top the tip of the iceberg. The ebon-haired teenager held his head down and sighed. His hair flowed downward, but he quickly moved into an upright seating position. The male ran his fingers through his hair, moving his hair out of his face in the process. Hayato crossed his leg, his right ankle resting on his left knee. His right elbow propped up on his right thigh, then he rested his cheek on that hand. The teenager thought about what had happened earlier - the battle against the mook-like Murkbreed, taking out the commander, and ultimately killing the Murk Champion. Hayato thought about the SERAPH clean-up crews that would no doubt come to well...clean-up the mess Hayato and Grahm had left them, and anything else they could have cleaned up involving meta-humanity. Maybe the Chernobyl incident stemmed from a meta-human accident, maybe even Exxon Valdez oil spill. Hayato didn't say anything, rather he continued to mull over previous experiences and potential SERAPH cover-ups. |
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| Ryu | Sep 20 2009, 05:19 PM Post #5 |
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"All right, what's this all about?" The voice came from the entrance, it's owner stepping through the glass double doors that led into the lobby. Would Grahm or Hayato recognize this tall young man in the black trenchcoat? Most likely not having never met him before. However, odds are they've heard the name Ryu Musashi at some point during their (relatively) short stay at AHS. Ryu had been at SERAPH's Japan HQ, Macross when they received the call from the school regarding some hostile aliens appearing that were subdued by some students. Usually, something like this (basically clean up and interviewing) was Intern-level work, something easy to give the trainees experience, however Ryu was curious and itching to get out of the office for something, anything, so he volunteered to go check it out. "I guess you two are the ones who dealt with the fish-looking thingies, eh?" began Ryu before glancing at the aliens standing around the lobby. Like the receptionist, Ryu was rather nonchalant and casual, not bothered in the slightest by them. Part of that was because weird things like this weren't exactly new to Ryu, he'd damn near seen it all before. However, part of that was also due to his sheer amount of confidence, Ryu knew he could crush everyone and everything in that room with ease if he needed to. Not that he would, but knowing he could was comforting. Anyways, giving the two students a little bow, Ryu introduced himself. "My name is Ryu Musashi and I'm the SERAPH Agent assigned to your case," began Ryu, smiling warmly at the two. With a thought, a chair appeared in front of Hayato and Grahm, allowing Ryu to take a seat. A pen and clipboard then suddenly appeared in Ryu's hands. "Now tell me, in detail, what exactly happened out there." ooc-Also, on a side note, introducing an alien race, even one-off, is something you really should be getting permission for. Just an FYI >_>-b-ooc Edited by Ryu, Sep 20 2009, 05:20 PM.
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| Grahm | Sep 20 2009, 07:16 PM Post #6 |
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(OOC: *Points at Mazohyst* The aliens are his fault, I just joined the thread he created. Sowwy Mazo :P Also, this will be a Loooooong post, just blame yourself for saying "In Detail".) "All right, what's this all about?" Grahm was relieved that the man from SERAPH had arrived quicker then he had thought he would. Grahm turned his head to greet the Agent, and after a look at his face his jaw hit the floor, metaphorically speaking. Grahm had seen this man's face in several different issues of Heroics Quarterly, a magazine devoted to alerting the world of the 'noblest acts in our age, both of large scale and small' and although the amount of anti-villain propaganda in that magazine was staggering, Grahm kept a subscription for the purposes of his research. The name of the Hero escaped him for the time being, but he had heard about the good he had done in the world. It was like meeting Superman, except without the niggling doubt it was just some cos-player yanking your chain. The problem is that Grahm disliked super-heroes, for reasons he would explain in great and long-winded detail if ever asked. However, when you meet a living legend, they deserve at least some respect no matter how much you differ. Then he went off and created a chair for himself and sat down, which seemed to be just him showing off seeing as there were two more chairs already available. "My name is Ryu Musashi and I'm the SERAPH Agent assigned to your case, now tell me, in detail, what exactly happened out there." Grahm's immediate thoughts were Why is someone so celebrated performing work that an newbie could be doing instead? Deciding not to keep the man waiting, Grahm then almost immediately started into his recount of the events of earlier this evening. "The great Ryu Musashi, huh? Well, I'm honored. My name's Grahm Lowtide, and I'm the Hero slash Villain Philosopher and Ideologist who saved the day along with Hayato here." Grahm then pointed to the Golden-eyed boy sitting beside him. "Well, to begin, I was returning to the school from the meadow performing my daily combat training with some Training Dummies I made myself when I met Hayato on a small hill along the way. We sat and talked while the sun set, but all of a sudden the sun just, well, went out like a light. There had to have been at least half an hour of daylight left, so I was immediately weary. When a weird Green light appeared in the sky kinda zig-zagging in our direction, I Broke apart some of the wood from my dummies into some splintered pieces, and took a hand-held Vacuum cleaner that I keep around to clean up after I'm done in the meadow, and started sucking up the splinters. Immediately after I stashed the vacuum in my pocket, The light landed on the meadow about a hundred feet from our position, it looked like a Longboat of Norse Design, but made of metal. A hatch opened in the side, and that one right there," Grahm then pointed to his left to a pair of Murkbreed carrying a pole onto which a third Murkbred, who was bleeding from several places in his face due to a large amount of debris lodged into him, was quietly whimpering to himself. "walked out of the ship, gargled something, pressed a button on his collar, and threatening us in Japanese. He knew we were human, and he said he would 'take our world and make it their own.' Then the rest of these guys came swarming out of other hatches and rapidly surrounded us." Grahm waited for Ryu to catch up writing notes about what Grahm was saying, then continued. "So there we were, surrounded by these things armed only with our bare hands, a wooden practice sword, and a vacuum cleaner. Thankfully, it didn't stay that way for long. One of the Murkbreed, as they call themselves, jumped too close to me without even using his shield. I hit him in the gut with the flat side of my practice sword while using my free hand to bash his ill-fitting helmet into his skull. When he fell to the ground, I grabbed his sword. It was surprisingly low-quality, early iron age at best, but it was good enough to start cleaving through them. Hayato, meanwhile, started grilling them alive with his odd golden flame powers. That's when the Head Murkbreed started firing off the spikes on his back and ordering another wave of his troops to surge forward. The squadron commander of those reinforcements also began firing off those spikes, but he was much worse of a shot. He ended up impaling two thirds of his squadron with those things, and I took advantage of that to rush through the hole that had appeared in their ranks and killed him. This pissed off the Commanding Officer, so he shot some weird green mist at me. This stuff didn't hurt me, but it did send the foot soldiers into a Bloodrage, and they bore down upon me. So, I started fighting more defensively, and I yelled for Hayato here to take out the commander while all the minions were distracted. He knocked the helmet off of the CO's head," Grahm then pointed to the helmet sitting on his head. The helmet was definitely too small for his head, and the only reason it still sat there was because he was wearing it like you would wear a crown. "And when he did the Murkbreed minions all seemed to lose the will to fight." "Then the CO got extremely pissed off, and he yelled for someone to release the 'ferocious one'. The Ferocious One happened to be a eight meter tall version of these things, which preceded to knock the top off their ship and smash the rest of it to pieces. I decided to act before he could regain his helmet, so I ran past the lesser Murkbreed and pulled out the vacuum cleaner with my other hand, set the settings to 'reverse' and 'max power' and ran towards the helmet, blasting the commander in the eyes along the way with the debris in the vacuum cleaner. I picked up the helmet, placed it upon my head, and yelled to the Murkbreed that I was their commander now, and that I ordered them to attack the Murkbreed Ferocious One. Oddly enough, it worked, and they started fighting against the beast. That's when Hayato here jumped on his back by running up the Ferocious One's arm, and gouged one of the beast's eyes. I then ordered one of the remaining squadron commanders to blast the beast in the other eye when the beast's hand was between us and Hayato. It fired on my timing, punctured his other eye while Hayato dived into the beast's already gouged-out eye socket. You will have to ask Hayato what happened in there, All I saw was the thing cried out in pain twice, then fell over on the ground, dead as can be. I then had the surviving Murkbreed follow me here, and shortly after I arrived with these things in tow, you showed up." Grahm finished up the story, but then remembered something important. "Oh, I almost forgot. The CO was carrying a different sword then the rest of them, the craftsmanship is only slightly better, but it's made of a metal I've never seen before. Here, Lemme show you what I'm talking about." Grahm then reached down to his feet, and slowly picked up the sword he had taken from the commander while he was shrieking on the meadow. It was about the size of a longsword for a human, a hand-and-a-half sword for a Murkbreed, and the blade was made of an blue metal. It hadn't been used, seeing as Grahm's part in the front-line fighting ended when he had blasted the commander in the face. He placed the sword on the table in front of them all, so they could get a better look. It was slightly better crafted then the rank and file's gear, but not enough so to compete with modern standards. Wherever the Murkbreed were from, they really were not that advanced, space-travel being the only exception. Grahm had inspected the sword earlier, so he leaned back in his seat while the others did their thing. Edited by Grahm, Sep 20 2009, 08:14 PM.
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| Mazohyst | Sep 20 2009, 08:26 PM Post #7 |
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((OOC - I never really planned to use them out of that first thread, they'd just be a one time thing. Still, I see your point, and well yeah. I'll remember that.)) Wow, SERAPH's pretty quick. Hayato turned his head towards the entrance and then at the man entering through that er...entrance. The man looked vaguely familiar, maybe he had seen pictures of him around campus or on some magazine. Hayato didn't pay much attention to those things, his mind was usually elsewhere. Grahm's reaction was the complete opposite - he seemed to instantly recognize this person and had a dumbfounded look on his face. Dude must be really famous, Hayato thought, rubbing his chin. The SERAPH agent approached them and created a chair out of nothing. The action raised Hayato's eyebrow, not everyday someone defies the laws of physics after all. The agent revealed his name as Ryu Musashi, and Tetsuya instantly recognized the name. Golden-eyes widened upon the realization, he had seen him and his name featured on various martial arts magazines in the past. From what Hayato could recall, Ryu Musashi is a beast of a man. Hayato almost saluted the SERAPH agent. He asked for the whole story, in detail, and there Grahm went on a long story. The 'Villain Philosopher and Ideologist' was rather good at telling long stories/giving long speeches. Hayato just let him run with it, though he nodded every once in awhile in agreement. "Basically, I hid near the beast's brain, and it got impaled by one of those spines they shot out. Then I, uh, climbed out and barfed in it's eyesocket. Everything Grahm said is what really happened, I can't explain it any better than he can." That's really all Hayato had to say. |
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| Ryu | Sep 22 2009, 09:37 PM Post #8 |
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Ryu listened closely as Grahm recounted the events of that day, writing down his words as he said them. It sounded like quite the little adventure. After Ryu finished writing down the events as described by Grahm and Hayato, the pen and clipboard disappeared, leaving Ryu's hands free to check out the alien sword. Picking it up off the table, Ryu looked it over, waving it about a few times before pulling a cell phone out of his coat pocket. "Yeah, this is Ryu, I need someone to pick up some things over here," said Ryu to whoever was on the other line. After a few nods, Ryu pressed a button on the phone and set it back in it's resting place in his pocket. "Ok, kids, since we're dealing with extra-terrestrial stuff here, my people are going to need everything you may have related to these aliens. Like this sword and that helmet on your head. We'll also be taking these guys and their ship with us. Once we finish checking some stuff out, they'll be free to go home." |
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| Grahm | Sep 22 2009, 10:38 PM Post #9 |
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When Grahm finished his explanation, and Hayato embellished the little bit he could, the man, the hero, the legend in front of them pulled out a cell phone, and spoke his bit to the person/people on the other end. "Yeah, this is Ryu, I need someone to pick up some things over here," Shortly afterward he gave a wave with the sword Grahm had captured, then spoke the expected bit. "Ok, kids, since we're dealing with extra-terrestrial stuff here, my people are going to need everything you may have related to these aliens. Like this sword and that helmet on your head. We'll also be taking these guys and their ship with us. Once we finish checking some stuff out, they'll be free to go home." This was mostly fine for Grahm, he knew there was no way in hell that they would have let him keep them as minions, and it would raise some eyebrows if he asked. However there was something that Ryu seemed to miss that Grahm had to point out. "Sir, that would be all fine and dandy if not for the simple fact that their ship was smashed to bits by their Ferocious one when they released it from the hold. They're stranded, so why not instead put them to use? They seem to follow the orders of whoever wears the helmet, and have very little intelligence within their foot soldiers. After you finish up your interrogations," Grahm had no illusions about what the "Checking some stuff out" entailed. After all, he was a villain, and that kind of behavior was common practice for them. "The survivors might be put to good use as a manual labor force. Also sir, Can I ask a personal favor? When you finish with your investigations, by any chance could I have that sword back? I understand that this kind of work will probably take awhile, seeing as it may be a new element for the Periodic table, but if I get the sword registered with the Student Affairs office, there shouldn't really be a problem with giving me back a spoil of battle, correct?" Realizing that a bit of clarification might be in order, Grahm removed the helmet, and the moment he did the Murkbreed began to stare off into space again, losing all will for themselves with the exception of the blinded commander. He placed the Helmet on the table in front of Ryu, giving it to him freely. "I'm not asking to keep it now, I'm simply asking if I can have it back when testing is finished. After all, if they were using it as a officer's weapon, it probably doesn't have much scientific use. And if they have no real need for it, SERAPH, being the government office that it is, will probably put it in a sealed off room somewhere where it will do no good for anybody. If it is no longer needed, surely it can be returned without consequence." Grahm was not even going to mention the set of extra weaponry he had ordered the Murks to stash in his room, as not only would that get confiscated too, but it would seem as if he didn't even need the weapon he was asking for. (OOC: Pretty much I'm thinking about grabbing that sword as a Power slot when I hit 100 posts. It will obviously go through the approval process before I take it, basically I'm just keeping it in mind for later on.) |
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| Mazohyst | Sep 23 2009, 06:16 PM Post #10 |
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Ryu clearly didn't waste any time. Hayato's eyes wandered as he briefly spoke to the agency he worked for, although they quickly shifted back to the SERAPH Agent as soon as he finished. Hayato had nothing belonging to the extra-terrestrials, he had taken nothing during the battle or after. So, he flat out said, "I have nothing belonging to them," and that was that. Grahm, however, explained the functions of the helmet had been wearing as well as a few ideas regarding control over the Murkbreed. Hayato did not at all agree with the idea of a manual labor force, that's basically slavery. Hayato had shook his head upon mention of that, though the gesture was subtle and quick. As for the sword he had used? Hayato wasn't sure if a peacekeeping organization (whether peacekeeping was a front or not) would allow a teenager to keep a sword even if he was an AHS Student. By now, Hayato had totally forgotten about the other weapons the Murkbreed had previously used and carried. It was clear Hayato had nothing of value to contribute to the matter at hand. |
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| Ryu | Oct 1 2009, 08:48 PM Post #11 |
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"Hmm, so their ship is busted, eh?" replied Ryu after being informed of the situation that the aliens faced. That did present a problem that Ryu hadn't particularly thought of. He thought about it for a few moments, wondering what could be done about them, when suddenly he snapped his fingers, hit by an idea. "Well, we're really not big on slavery at SERAPH, especially when it involves alien races. However, once we've checked them out back at the base, we can probably stick them in the lake and let them live there. Though that's pending on if they're actually aquatic critters like they appear to be. The forest could probably hold them if necessary, though." Picking the helmet up off the table, Ryu placed it upon his head before pointing at the front door and barking a single order to the Murkbreed, yelling to go "Wait outside!". Ryu was a natural leader, having lead people since before he even enrolled at AHS. Once they were all outside, Ryu turned his attention back to Grahm and Hayato. "Oh, and about the sword," began Ryu, who's thoughtful look made it clear he was searching for the right words. "I'll see what I can do. If my superiors want to keep the sword, there's not a whole lot I can do about it and even if they do let me do what I want with it, I'm not sure if they'll look favorably upon me giving it to an AHS student. But like I said, I'll see what I can do, but no promises." |
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| Grahm | Oct 4 2009, 01:52 PM Post #12 |
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Grahm truly didn't care what was done with the Murkbreed once they were out of his hands, he was just making the suggestion that with their lack of intelligence outside of the officers corps working in a sweatshop or radioactive mine for twenty hours a day wouldn't be that bad of an option for them, they probably wouldn't even care about it. However, If they wished to be humanitarian about it, Grahm had no problem with letting a potential enemy later on squander it's resources. Hayato was being silent, which didn't particularly strike Grahm as something unusual, it even could be something that he could praise. If he had nothing to say, then he wasn't going to just say something, he only attempted to contribute to the conversation when he actually had something to contribute. Instead, Ryu spoke again, this time about Grahm's request. "Oh, and about the sword, I'll see what I can do. If my superiors want to keep the sword, there's not a whole lot I can do about it and even if they do let me do what I want with it, I'm not sure if they'll look favorably upon me giving it to an AHS student. But like I said, I'll see what I can do, but no promises." That was all Grahm could really ask of the man, so he was happy that he was even getting so much from the man. "Sir, Thank you for that. It's all that I really expected to get. Well, I've given you the story, the Helmet, the sword, and the Aliens, is that everything you needed?" Grahm couldn't really think of anything else that may be important to the investigation, so now he just wanted to get back to the temp. dorms and sleep this moderate amount of exhaustion gained from the fight off. Also, he needed to be sure that nobody was going to raid his stuff while he was busy speaking with Ryu here. |
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| Mazohyst | Oct 8 2009, 05:41 PM Post #13 |
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Relief swept through Hayato's mind as Ryu replied. The teenager was definitely glad to hear that the global peacekeeping force SERAPH didn't agree with slavery. That would be definitely bad and send a pretty terrible message. The raven-haired teenager let out a brief laugh. The Murkbreed in the lake? Hayato didn't know quite how to feel about that, but the image of a random student being frightened by the amphibious aliens was definitely amusing. Without their cruel leader the Murkbreed seemed rather docile, benevolent even. They definitely appeared to be simple-minded folk, almost cute in a certain perspective. Though, the teenager was sure that they weren't going to be featured in a children's show or some kind of bizarre twist on the Little Mermaid any time soon. The SERAPH Agent's words were well chosen, Hayato respected his maturity. Not only that, he had handled the situation very well and tactfully. For a moment, Hayato imagined himself as a SERAPH Agent. He didn't see it as an immediate possibility, but it was definitely an interesting career path to say the least. He mentally shrugged it off, letting the thought momentarily drift away. Hayato would mull it over another time, or maybe not at all, teenage males tend to forget things after all. Grahm speaks again, this time he doesn't go into a long detailed speech or whatever. Hayato waits for him to finish before he speaks himself. "Yeah, I don't really have anything to say or contribute at this point. Everything seems pretty covered," his voice is honest and true. Of course, he was totally unaware of the random weapons stashed in Grahm's room. The teenager could be surprisingly sneaky, that and Hayato hadn't expected him to do such a thing. His mind had wandered onto other aspects of the alien encounter. "If that's all, then is it alright if I go now?" His tone is calm, he's not trying to rush things or show disrespect. Hayato honestly just wants to leave, get some rest, or do absolutely nothing. |
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