After Kate's last statement, she was sure that she'd get some odd looks at her, and sure enough, she'd caught a glimpse of the man in the mask shaking his head in what was probably bewilderment. Honestly though, she couldn't blame him; if someone had said that to her prior to her first encounter with Athena, she'd probably have chuckled profusely at the thought. So much had changed since then in so little time though, that it probably would've been a complete blur to remember now had it not been for her wetware implants.
Said technology had also allowed her to do what she was currently doing: ponder on unrelated things while still being highly attentive of her surroundings. The precise body language of every single person surrounding her, the exact tone and sound of a speaker's voice, and every little action that anyone did, were but a few of the items recorded and put under a microscope by Athena. Ever since that fateful day, Kate worked more alike to a machine, sorting and ordering every single piece of information that was obtained through her senses in an almost terrifyingly efficient manner. It came to her naturally now, and while Athena usually handled it subconsciously without needing Kate's assistance, she occasionally took charge if there was nothing too exciting happening around her. She supposed this was one of those times.
Either way, with her left hand still in her jacket's pocket, the woman simply continued to observe everyone around her. Two Doves, moving to cover some of her face with her hair(Athena already having noted the possibility of her blushing), explained that she was technician who hoped to help improve the more unfortunate areas in Lynnhaven, before proceeding to ask what a well-off man like Samson was doing here. And it was a good question, as opposed to what the old comic book heroes like Batman would've suggested(who Kate still found time to read once in a while), virtually all of the wealthy had no qualms with allowing the mega-corporations to continue thriving.
The doctor provided a response to the question, saying that he despised the mega-corporations, and had even lost a good friend because of them(he'd even referred to said person as 'God's left hand'). Kate immediately had a small trace of sympathy for the man, as like him, she would've considered herself and her brother to have been victims of a world manufactured by the mega-corporations. But that was in the past; harping on it wouldn't have brought change. Action did, and that was probably the main reason she was the Strix to begin with. Still, she understood what drove the doctor; they were people who had been personally wronged by the powerful and greedy, and hoped to make sure that they never hurt anyone else again. They weren't greedy mercenaries or thieving thugs, but were simply people who wanted to make a positive change.
At the end of that thought, the man in the trench coat opened the doors at the end of the hallway, opposite the elevator they'd arrived from. They were showed to a plain and clean white room, occupied by some simple pieces of furniture and a few quaint doors guarded by two men, supposedly leading to different sections of the small underground complex. There was also a brunette waiting inside, who seemed to scrutinise all of the people who entered. Following this, the group was led into the 'main office', and true to its name, it was indeed a fairly normal office, the only real things of note being a marked and pinned map of Lynnhaven, a calendar with some funny dogs(which Kate found slightly amusing), and the man who owned this office, who Kate instantly recognised as Denzel Greeves, a well-known man who'd died in WWIII.
The person who'd organised this gathering then introduced him, and this was followed by many of the people in the room revealing themselves to be fans of the man, some much more so than others. Kate herself was, like to many things others found great interest in, largely indifferent to the entire matter. She wasn't in the mood to delve into the stigmas of patriotism and wars once more, so she simply occupied herself with a more intriguing thought: how had this man faked his death? Both Kate and Athena had a fond liking to theorising, and were already coming up with a few short-term ones based on what they knew about the circumstances of the man's death.
Suddenly however, there was a loud sound of a bump, caused by the brunette which Kate had previously seen. It seemed to have escaped many of the people in the room however, and maybe even the woman herself, as she had ignored it.
"Guess they're too focused on Greeves."
Shortly after, the same woman introduced herself to everyone and, from what Kate could tell, tried to break the ice. She then glared at Stevens, the criminal which had killed 15 people in an attempted robbery recently, most probably in contempt. For a short moment, Kate felt grateful that she had her guns with her, as no matter how great you were at fighting, there was no way to counter bullets. Anyways, some people, such as the man who'd dropped his cigarette, were still in a bit of a shock, and didn't seem to notice Pick talking instantly. Seeing as she was standing by her, and what Pick said actually made sense, Kate decided to strike up a short and friendly conversation with her as the rest recovered from the surprise that was Greeves' standing in front of them.
"Well, you can call me Kate; I'm sure we'll have lots of fun together, once the autographs are done being signed anyways."
It looks as though someone had thankfully gotten my talking as I heard the woman with the owl mask introduce herself as Kate. She also made an admittedly funny joke about everyone's talking with Greeves that I actually gave a short giggle too. Couldn't help laughing at something funny after all. I extended my hand in a handshake, which also tipped me off a bit more at the height difference between me and her. "Yeah, ahaha." I said. "I think I'll save mine for later personally. Seems like we have quite a few celebrities actually." I glanced over at Dr. Martin with a smile that was probably a bit too big before glancing back at Greeves. There was a temptation to look over at the criminal again for a bit of snark and a mental giggle, but I decided against it. Either or, at least I know someone thus far. "How did the ride over here treat you guys?" I wasn't entirely sure if they rode together or came separately as this was a larger group, but either way it must have been interesting traveling through those slums.
"How did the ride over here treat you guys?" The woman who called herself Pick asked.
I decided to answer. "Can't speak for everyone, but the ride here for me was pretty damn complicated. Had to switch buses about a zillion times, and if I ever ride another one, it'll be too soon." Of course, I probably never would, but on the off chance that I did, it would suck.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
((I was gone for a few days and couldn't post, I'm back. I didn't mention many things that other people did, since I didn't really have time to look through all of the posts. I'll read through them afterward))
As they all walked into the warehouse, they was something noticeably odd about it, it was pretty much entirely empty. It had a few boxes here and there with a few tarps, but other than that not much.
The man who had introduced himself as Wilson walked to a nearby wall and simply looked at it, followed by putting his hand on it. It emitted a quiet heap as a section of the floor suddenly lowered itself and revealing it to to be a lift.
"If only we could afford things like that," Jonathan told Muse. "Well," Muse began, "You have been broke for the past seven and a half years." Jonathan scowled.
Jonathan once again looked at the masked woman, who had now introduced herself as Kate. "So," he began to ask Muse, "Who's the masked woman?" "Oh," Muse replied, "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" Jonathan asked, "You said that you had identified her." "Yes," Muse answered, "I said I did, but I really only tried to . There are absolutely no records of her" "How?" Jonathan asked. "I have no idea," Muse replied, "And believe me, I should know. If there were paper records of her, we'd probably have to launch a full scale assault on the government, and I don't feel like dealing with that today."
As they went farther downward in a hallway, they eventually came to a door. The man put his finger on it. It took a while and several people engaged in conversations. Eventually the door opened and they all walked into a room that was comically decorated with a calendar of dogs smoking cigarettes and playing poker.
He immediately noticed a man in the room. He couldn't put his finger on who it was until the man named Wilson announced that he was Denzel Greeves, who had died in WWIII. Normally Jonathan would be intrigued, but right then he was glancing around the room, looking for Muse's drone.
((Uh...My character glared at yours twice. Did he not notice? I mean, I'm fine with that being so, but I just wanna make sure that that's the case.))
I chucked a second at the sickly girl's miniature rant about buses and the horrors of commuting. Seems like bus troubles are gonna be a thing no matter the era. Well if the era still uses them anyway. " *still chuckling* Hey, honestly it's worse than connecting flights or, god forbid, delays. And commuting is better than driving in traffic! Oh man the amount of times I ended up nearly passing out from waiting..." I said. I felt myself...slightly reminiscing of those old days back when I still did tech work where I had to wait for hours in the city trying to get back home. I felt like i was some old woman retelling her old days. Well, I kinda was in actuality.
I noticed one of the men glancing around everywhere. Not quite sure what that was about, but I hoped it was just curiosity. "Something wrong?" I asked him.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/14/2011
Posts:
93
Location:
Firelink Shrine
Minecraft:
Blockbreaker170
Xbox:
DragonMage7
PSN:
DragonMage17
Member Details
((I'm sorry for throwing this out there so suddenly, but I'm going to be gone until the 23rd, so it'll be unlikely for me to post. In the meantime, I want to give you guys an opportunity to roleplay with each other before we dive into the next mission. Take care!))
Denzel chuckled after Wilson finished talking. "A grand introduction as always, Wilson" he replied. "I suppose I'll give a brief explanation of my death before I explain why I brought you all here. As some of you may know, I was tasked with leading a platoon of soldiers against a Russian military base. It was seen almost universally as a suicide mission. And it was. All of us were killed before we could even reach the entrance. We were a platoon doomed to die..." he had his hands behind his back and paced around the room as he explained.
"The Russian government essentially held my body for ransom. The United States, knowing that the people would be outraged if I wasn't given proper burial, reluctantly paid for my body. However, they ended up holding a fake funeral, and instead took my body and filled it with med gel and cybernetics. Brought me back to life. I became their guinea pig to create next generation of super soldiers. I escaped several months later. Looking back on it, they were stupid to not wipe my memory. Probably still had some sort of use for my mind, I assume."
He cleared his throat, then looked back at the group and continued. "Now, on to the task at hand. The American Liberation Movement is exactly what is says on the tin. We fight the corporations, gangs, and our current government. For now, we're restricted to aiding the citizens of Lynnhaven due to our numbers. We hope to expand and reach out to more of the US some day. I've contacted all of you in particular not only for your skill, but also because I know you won't be likely to betray us. I have ears all over this city. If you do accept, you may request a position that you believe you are suited for. This means infiltration, modifying tech around the base, gathering intel, or even going full assault if a mission goes to hell in a hand basket."
"I'm not going to lie: Working with us will be dangerous, with some jobs being more risky than others. If you get caught by the corps, jail time will be the least of your worries" he said, his expression looking more grim than before. Now, you don't have to accept this offer. You can even quit if you want. However, in the event that one of you gives away confidential information or otherwise tries to fight against the ALM, we'll have to capture you, edit your memories a tad, then kick you out. We've only ever had one instance of this happening, and I certainly do not want to see it repeated."
"Another thing. Remember that when you fight for the ALM, you fight for the people. We conduct operations humanely and ethically" he said, looking around at some of the people in the crowd. "Go against those ideas, and you're getting the boot. Oh, I almost forgot. If this whole 'fighting for the people' thing just isn't your style, I also have another motivator" he said. He went behind his desk and pulled out a briefcase. He scanned his fingerprints, turned it to face the crowd, and opened it, revealing stacks of US dollars underneath. "It pays well, too" he continued, before closing it again and putting it away.
"I'll have all the recruits on an operation tomorrow. Wilson will supervise. We don't have mandatory combat training for the more 'hands on' agents, because I already know what you are capable of. Until tomorrow, feel free to explore the base within reason, like the gun range, or go back into the city if you like. If you don't have a place to stay or don't want to leave, pick a bunk in the living quarters and sleep over night. There's even programmable lockers to store your belongings. That's all I have to say. Stay safe, everyone!" he said, smiling.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
"Dude snap out of it, you're looking like a total dumb***" James quickly snapped out of his surprised expression and quickly coughed into his first before saying "What I mean is the media had pretty much confirmed your death, yet as I can see they were clearly wrong." Stamping out the lightly smoking remains of his cigarette he continued "Would you like to explain how you survived your apparent death?"
Turning to the woman who revealed herself as "Pick" James quickly introduced himself. "Apologies for my previous reaction, the name's Earthbreaker, mercenary and bad*** extraordinaire." He boasted. You see James held himself and his work in very high regard and he never missed a chance to boast about either of those things. Turning to the sickly looking girl he said "Seriously a bus? What not old enough to drive yet?" He joked before once again boasting "As for me I broke a guy in half while earning some credits and then I rolled up on my motorcycle."
Pick once again spoke up, this time calling attention to the man who was looking around the room. "What could he be looking for in this small room? Seriously I've seen and been in cells that were bigger than this." James thought before remarking "Dude's probably wondering how we're all going to fit in such a small room. Won't lie, I've been thinking it too."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
1 Year ago the military was on the losing side of the war. All seemed bleak until one soldier brought a penguin in to training. They had trained that penguin in the use of explosives and sent him out into the field. They had thought that they had won but the agent went rouge. Now he only lives on as a legend, the legend of ShotgunPenguin.
I turned my head over to the next person speaking who seemed to be a man that was pretty obviously going by a codename. "Apologies for my previous reaction, the names' Earthbreaker, mercenary, and bad**** extraordinaire." I admittedly stifled back a laugh at that. Okay, it was official- my 90's "anti-hero" comic book character flashbacks before? Premonitions. Definitely premonitions. "Me: So I think we found the Punisher to your Iron Man. And here I thought I'd never meet him in person." "Jarvis: Yes, I won't lie, the name is...surprising. But you of all people should realize that his appearance easily tells that he has the name for good reason." Looking him up and down again, I had to admit, he's got a point. The guy must have had a good foot or, hell, maybe 2 on me and was built like a tank with a baseball bat. And after he made a thankfully jokey remark towards the sickly girl, he kinda explained that that build wasn't for looks as he apparently beat the hell out of guy before coming here on a motorcycle, before answering my question on why Mr. 20 to Life is looking around. This proved that 1. Punisher might not be the right fit for him and he was more like Deathstroke if anything...with a skull mask. And 2. This guy was just as strong as that name might suggest.
"Well, Mr. Bad**** extradinaire, seems you're trying make sure the little "I got this from this downright EPIC show I watched" name fits snug and tight, huh?" It might seemed foolish to joke around with a man who just boasted that he broke a guy in half for money, but I knew one thing. The man must have some semblance of reasoning so trying to attack or threaten me in a place with a presumed dead war hero, said war hero's apparent right hand man, a wanted man, and a leading doctor in medicine, probably won't end well in opinion or in virtue of getting exited out painfully. Not to mention the armed guards. More importantly, I said it with a playful smile and joking attitude so, more than likely, he'd pick up on that and not take it too seriously. At least, that's what i was hoping because I really didn't feel like fighting today.
I then heard Greeves explain upon his survival of the war and, quite honestly, I felt bad for him. First a suicide mission and then being thanked for his surprising survival and service to his country by being turned into a guinea pig? I might not have known of him much, but a war hero doesn't deserve that.
After that, he went on about the dangers of being in the ALM, basic descriptions of what they did, and compensation, through either payment or satisfaction of helping people. While I did still take note of it, I mostly ignored it. I'd already been briefed on most of this the day before anyways, so it wasn't like I needed to here a repeat. However, upon getting to how if we didn't want to participate, we could gladly exit out, I took note once again. My lips pursed and my eyes looked down to the ground in a more..somber look. I kinda hoped my hoodie covered the expression my eyes were making at least. Despite everything and the day to think it over....I still didn't know. I know how these things go. If people ever went to face some sort of high force with low morals, there's one thing those "dastardly villains" always seem to hit...anything important to you.
I couldn't put Betsy in harms way...She was the main reason I was even here. She was the one thing I cared enough about to drop my past and go to this future. And while the PTP Project seemed more independent from the mega corporations, god knows if they have any relation. If I did this...I could be dooming her to an uncertain fate. But at the same time....I know her. She would definitely say "Stop worrying about me." and "Do what's good for everyone. I'm only one person." and everything else that told me that doing this is the right thing. She cared a lot about people and, admittedly, I did care for humanity. Despite my usual apathy, I always wanted the best for people. But...Is taking down the usual corrupt government that haunted every society, even in my time...Is losing why I'm here, really worth it?
((Uh...My character glared at yours twice. Did he not notice? I mean, I'm fine with that being so, but I just wanna make sure that that's the case.))
I chucked a second at the sickly girl's miniature rant about buses and the horrors of commuting. Seems like bus troubles are gonna be a thing no matter the era. Well if the era still uses them anyway. " *still chuckling* Hey, honestly it's worse than connecting flights or, god forbid, delays. And commuting is better than driving in traffic! Oh man the amount of times I ended up nearly passing out from waiting..." I said. I felt myself...slightly reminiscing of those old days back when I still did tech work where I had to wait for hours in the city trying to get back home. I felt like i was some old woman retelling her old days. Well, I kinda was in actuality.
I noticed the criminal man glancing around everywhere. Not quite sure what that was about, but I hoped it was just curiosity. "Something wrong?" I asked him.
((I think that you're talking about Tommy's character, who I did use for a bit with his permission))
Dang it. Someone had noticed. A woman that had previously gone mostly unnoticed had asked what he was looking for.
Jonathan was about to respond with something like, "I'm just thinking of where to put my death lasers," before being cut off by the man in the skull mask who said, "Dude's probably wondering how we're all going to fit in such a small room. Won't lie, I've been thinking it too." The two then began to converse, with the woman eventually beginning to talk with the sickly girl.
Denzel then began to explain how he was still alive, the apparently all-healing med gel, and told them about where they could sleep and what they could do before tomorrow, which was apparently an operation. The whole time, Jonathan was still looking for Muse's drone, which was either very well hidden, or not in the room yet.
Suddenly, Jonathan spotted the drone hovering in a corner, blending into the color of the wall and almost touching the ceiling. He grinned to himself and thought to Muse, "Stay there, try not to get caught." "And where will you be?" Muse asked. "In the the van," Jonathan replied, "Monitoring you."
"Got it," Muse replied, "Why don't we usually talk like this? In your mind, I mean." "I don't know," Jonathan thought in response, "Talking just seems more personal."
Jonathan looked back down and suddenly saw a briefcase full of money, if that was what it payed, he was even more willing to do it than he already was. "Muse," he said, "I'm guessing that's what it pays." "You'd guess correct," Muse replied, "I'm guessing that you weren't paying attention." "I was looking for you," Jonathan muttered to make sure that the woman who asked what he had been looking for didn't notice.
"If we stay somewhere else for the night, how will we get back in?" Jonathan asked, "You have to close the doors to this place at some point, right?"
Samson's flirtatious conversation with the young woman known as Two Doves was sadly cut short by Wilson finally opening the door to the ALM base. "Security must really be tough here if it takes that long to do a single scan. That, or the tech is really bad. I hope it's not the latter." Samson thought. Trailing at the back of the group as he usually did, Samson wheeled in to the strangely decorated room behind the rest of the people and pulled up next to the large man with the baseball bat whose name escaped Samson at the time. That, or he was just never told the info. While his memory was augmented, he was still human. Either way, Samson felt quite safe sitting next to him as he was built like a tank and, on top of that, he was also a big fan.
Samson would have smiled at the recognition of his great achievements, if Wilson had not shown him who the brains behind the operation was. The man sitting in the chair before Samson was bar none the last man Samson would ever expect to see alive. The one and only Denzel Greeves sat before Samson. An officer through and through, Denzel wasn't the biggest or sexiest of men, but he was a brilliant tactician and a leader of men. Samson's mouth held agape for a good amount of time at the sight before he himself revealed the reason for his survival through the disclosure of HIGHLY classified information.
Saying that he was alive because his blood was basically Med-Gel (an invention that utilized a boosted version of Samson's nanites that would blow themselves out, but could perform miracles) and he was highly augmented, Denzel went on to explain that his purpose here was very similar to Samson's. He wanted to take the government down because of a personal slight against him. Samson quietly whispered, "Damn..." before listening to the rest of the man's statements. He listed the rules, be humane and ethical, the job pays well, and don't be stupid and get yourself killed. Apparently, briefing would happen tomorrow and, at least for the next few hours, Samson and everybody else had a little bit of time to spend as they please. Samson decided not to speak to his fellow war veteran in such a public space. These things were best done over a nice hard drink and a game of pool. Instead, Samson said to Denzel, "Mister Greaves, it's truly an honor to meet somebody whose so decorated, but I am afraid this isn't a good time with all these people around and the like. I would love to talk stories with you over a nice cold one soon. My treat."
Knowing that this might be his last to live like a normal person. Samson thought up an idea. He would help the group bond. The city of Lynnhaven had always had a thriving night life, so he said. "Well, if we've got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying."
The more Scion spoke, the larger Adrian's frown grew. First, he doesn't get an autograph. Now the guy is throwing the moral rulebook at him. It's a shame Adrian is out of options. Oh well, at least he's getting paid to do what he loves, albeit with those restrictions. "We both know you didn't enjoy killing those people, I don't see why you have a problem with Scion's instructions," his Muse told him. Stupid Muse, always making sense.
Adrian perked up at Samson's mention of free food. ALM probably serves slop for every meal, so some decent food would be nice, especially since he is so low on credits. He turns to Samson as he activates his Skinflex, slowly altering his appearance just enough to avoid setting off any facial recognition software in the city, while typing out his message on his phone and showing it to Samson. "I'm in. Is a ride there and back included as well? I walked here."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Quote me if you want a reply, and please click that little if I helped you out.
I heard some muttering from the man who was briefly scanning the room and turned my head towards him. Before I was able to ask exactly what he said, in fact my mouth was open to speak, I was interrupted by Dr. Martin. He asked if we'd all like to go to dinner so we might get to know each other a bit better, even saying he'd be buying. I blushed before bowing "Ah, it shouldn't a-all be just on you Dr. Martin! I-I'm perfectly willing to p-pay as well!" I said in a rather rushed tone. Being offered a meal from a doctor of such prestige... Yeah, it made you nervous a little bit. "Plus, " I began to reason, "It's still rather earlier, s-so maybe we should find something else to do in the meantime? *clearing my voice and calming down a bit* Anyone got anything in particular?"
One of the other man seemed to go up to Samson and show him something on his phone. I tilted my head slightly to the left in a quizzical fashion.
"How am I supposed to know?" Muse asked. "But it would seem highly illogical for them to let us leave, then lock us out." "Agreed," Jonathan replied.
Suddenly Dr. Martin spoke out from the midst of the crowd and said, "Well, if we've all got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying." A man who Jonathan recognized but, like most people, he couldn't put his finger on who he was, held his phone out and appeared to show Samson something on it.
"Do you think it could be a trap?" Jonathan asked Muse. "Either that is some ridiculously advanced Skinflex," Muse began, "Or that's the real Samson Martin, and he, as far as we know, hasn't been working with the mega-corporations." "Well," Jonathan said, "I honestly don't care, I've been broke for the past 7 and a half years. A decent meal would be nice." "You need to get a job," Muse told him, "Or at least use some of the money you steal from the mega-corporations." "How do you think I afforded the van, drone, and equipment?" Jonathan asked.
The woman who had asked what he was looking for said that she was willing to pay. She also pointed out that it was still pretty early and that they should probably find something to do in the meantime, stuttering throughout the entire speech, and rushing. She had even bowed before she said it. Way too formal, but if you're talking to one of the most famous inventors of the era, then you're likely to be at least a little nervous. "Sorry to say," Jonathan replied to her, "But I have no idea. I haven't been able to afford entertainment for the past 7 years."
Hearing Pick's comment about his appearance and name James turned to her and laughed before saying "Please,more like they stole my name and turned it into their little "Epic show." Too bad they made it PG13, they just couldn't handle how great I am." Her comment wasn't actually meant to offend him, it was obvious by her smile and attitude. Besides she'd probably know better than to **** off the giant man and his equally giant baseball bat. Plus the armed guards, back from the grave war vet and doctor Samson's presence alone were enough to deter him away from any violence.
Hearing chuckling James turned to face Denzel as he explained how he had cheated death. After listening to his story Jame's couldn't help but feel bad for him, doomed to die on a suicide mission and then experimented on like a human guinea pig. And all this time the government covered it up and lied to the public. "For what it's worth I'm sorry about what happened to you. No one should be treated like that." Having everyone believing that you were dead is never easy, and James knew that from experience.
Continuing with his speech Denzel went on to explain that they would be taking on all manner of enemies, corporations, the government and gangs. A flash of worry crossed James's face as he briefly though of the possibility of having to take on his old gang. He was sure they knew that he was alive, but the fact that they haven't done anything had been a worry plaguing the back of his mind for years. He then explained that they would be operating in Lynnhaven for now, but they planned to move to a larger scale across the US. He also explained that if we choose to accept then we would be assigned to different roles in the organization. "Shock and Awe sounds like a good position. Or maybe be more blunt and just ask for the most violent one."
He then explained the dangers associated with joining their movement and the consequences of trying to betray the ALM. Continuing he explained that operations were to be undertaken as humanely and ethically as possible, which raised some red flags in James's head. He was used to doing whatever he wanted with his targets, so humane wasn't exactly common in his line of work. Still it was obvious that Denzel had thought of the possibility and quickly presented a large briefcase of US bills, explaining that it payed well too. "You had me at pays well" He thought as Denzel finished explaining that they were free until tomorrow.
Turning to Samson who had rolled up beside James he said "Well, if we've got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying." Jame's was about to voice his opinion when Pick spoke up. She seemed very nervous about taking the doctor up on his offer for dinner and James could see why. Being offered a meal by a well known and loved doctor wasn't something to be calm about. Laughing and slapping Pick on the back with his free hand he said "Calm down girl, it's not like he invited you for a philosophical discussion over a bottle of fine wine in his study." He joked before continuing "And if you are looking for something to do I have a few suggestions. We could go see a movie, check to see if there's some sort of carnival orrrrr." He said before pulling out his phone "I know a way to get front row seats at tonight's UFC fight if anyone is interested."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
1 Year ago the military was on the losing side of the war. All seemed bleak until one soldier brought a penguin in to training. They had trained that penguin in the use of explosives and sent him out into the field. They had thought that they had won but the agent went rouge. Now he only lives on as a legend, the legend of ShotgunPenguin.
I felt a sudden hand pat me upon the back. Me jumping up in surprise was the natural reaction to this. I looked back to see that it was, not surprisingly, Mr. Earthbreaker. "Calm down girl, it's not like he invited you for a philosophical discussion over a bottle of fine wine in his study." His laughing admittedly was kinda welcoming despite his physique. And well...the thought of fine wine in someone's study...If it wasn't for my complexion, they'd probably notice my face getting remarkably more red. "Good point actually...." I more or less muttered as my eyes shifted to my left.
"And if you are looking for something to do I have a few suggestions. We could go see a movie, check to see if there's some sort of carnival orrrrr. *pulls out phone* I know a way to get front row seats at tonight's UFC fight if anyone is interested."
My face immediately went into a smile and my entire body arched up. I can't lie. I've always been a sucker for sports matches. And despite my prowess with soccer, any sports match was pretty much something I wanted to attend. Since we never could stray too far away from the PTP facility they kept us in, I never had really gotten an opportunity to see any in my times unfrozen. And since I pretty much watched the UFC non stop most of the time I was at Betsy's house, he pretty much said the magic words. "Despite the fact I'm half certain you're gonna jump into the ring during it to prove that little "PG-13" comment true, you can sure as hell count me in. I loved watching UFC back in the day! And a good meal on top of it....Damn, tonight sounds like a blast!" I said with probably the biggest grin I've had in awhile.
That did remind me. He said tonight...which meant we still had some time to kill until then. Well, Lynnhaven more than likely had a few places for us to stop by and explore. In fact, my mind decided it was about time I remembered a few. "Well, until then, I think I know of a few places for us to stop by. There's a few museums not too far by. And a park too. Ironically, *turns over to James* a carnival, as well. Nice calling it there bucko." I said to pretty much everyone listening. I wanted to get some stuff done. Besides...I need to get my mind off of things. Just...relax.
One of the men announced that while they could find entertainment, he himself couldn't afford it. I just shrugged before saying "As long as whatever we're doing isn't too expensive, I don't see a problem helping pay for you." Almost mimicking Earthbreaker, I smiled and gave the man a small pat on the back...while on my tip toes considering the size difference. "Consider it a treat."
((What's sleep?))
After Kate's last statement, she was sure that she'd get some odd looks at her, and sure enough, she'd caught a glimpse of the man in the mask shaking his head in what was probably bewilderment. Honestly though, she couldn't blame him; if someone had said that to her prior to her first encounter with Athena, she'd probably have chuckled profusely at the thought. So much had changed since then in so little time though, that it probably would've been a complete blur to remember now had it not been for her wetware implants.
Said technology had also allowed her to do what she was currently doing: ponder on unrelated things while still being highly attentive of her surroundings. The precise body language of every single person surrounding her, the exact tone and sound of a speaker's voice, and every little action that anyone did, were but a few of the items recorded and put under a microscope by Athena. Ever since that fateful day, Kate worked more alike to a machine, sorting and ordering every single piece of information that was obtained through her senses in an almost terrifyingly efficient manner. It came to her naturally now, and while Athena usually handled it subconsciously without needing Kate's assistance, she occasionally took charge if there was nothing too exciting happening around her. She supposed this was one of those times.
Either way, with her left hand still in her jacket's pocket, the woman simply continued to observe everyone around her. Two Doves, moving to cover some of her face with her hair(Athena already having noted the possibility of her blushing), explained that she was technician who hoped to help improve the more unfortunate areas in Lynnhaven, before proceeding to ask what a well-off man like Samson was doing here. And it was a good question, as opposed to what the old comic book heroes like Batman would've suggested(who Kate still found time to read once in a while), virtually all of the wealthy had no qualms with allowing the mega-corporations to continue thriving.
The doctor provided a response to the question, saying that he despised the mega-corporations, and had even lost a good friend because of them(he'd even referred to said person as 'God's left hand'). Kate immediately had a small trace of sympathy for the man, as like him, she would've considered herself and her brother to have been victims of a world manufactured by the mega-corporations. But that was in the past; harping on it wouldn't have brought change. Action did, and that was probably the main reason she was the Strix to begin with. Still, she understood what drove the doctor; they were people who had been personally wronged by the powerful and greedy, and hoped to make sure that they never hurt anyone else again. They weren't greedy mercenaries or thieving thugs, but were simply people who wanted to make a positive change.
At the end of that thought, the man in the trench coat opened the doors at the end of the hallway, opposite the elevator they'd arrived from. They were showed to a plain and clean white room, occupied by some simple pieces of furniture and a few quaint doors guarded by two men, supposedly leading to different sections of the small underground complex. There was also a brunette waiting inside, who seemed to scrutinise all of the people who entered. Following this, the group was led into the 'main office', and true to its name, it was indeed a fairly normal office, the only real things of note being a marked and pinned map of Lynnhaven, a calendar with some funny dogs(which Kate found slightly amusing), and the man who owned this office, who Kate instantly recognised as Denzel Greeves, a well-known man who'd died in WWIII.
The person who'd organised this gathering then introduced him, and this was followed by many of the people in the room revealing themselves to be fans of the man, some much more so than others. Kate herself was, like to many things others found great interest in, largely indifferent to the entire matter. She wasn't in the mood to delve into the stigmas of patriotism and wars once more, so she simply occupied herself with a more intriguing thought: how had this man faked his death? Both Kate and Athena had a fond liking to theorising, and were already coming up with a few short-term ones based on what they knew about the circumstances of the man's death.
Suddenly however, there was a loud sound of a bump, caused by the brunette which Kate had previously seen. It seemed to have escaped many of the people in the room however, and maybe even the woman herself, as she had ignored it.
"Guess they're too focused on Greeves."
Shortly after, the same woman introduced herself to everyone and, from what Kate could tell, tried to break the ice. She then glared at Stevens, the criminal which had killed 15 people in an attempted robbery recently, most probably in contempt. For a short moment, Kate felt grateful that she had her guns with her, as no matter how great you were at fighting, there was no way to counter bullets. Anyways, some people, such as the man who'd dropped his cigarette, were still in a bit of a shock, and didn't seem to notice Pick talking instantly. Seeing as she was standing by her, and what Pick said actually made sense, Kate decided to strike up a short and friendly conversation with her as the rest recovered from the surprise that was Greeves' standing in front of them.
"Well, you can call me Kate; I'm sure we'll have lots of fun together, once the autographs are done being signed anyways."
((Sounds like a fruit.))
It looks as though someone had thankfully gotten my talking as I heard the woman with the owl mask introduce herself as Kate. She also made an admittedly funny joke about everyone's talking with Greeves that I actually gave a short giggle too. Couldn't help laughing at something funny after all. I extended my hand in a handshake, which also tipped me off a bit more at the height difference between me and her. "Yeah, ahaha." I said. "I think I'll save mine for later personally. Seems like we have quite a few celebrities actually." I glanced over at Dr. Martin with a smile that was probably a bit too big before glancing back at Greeves. There was a temptation to look over at the criminal again for a bit of snark and a mental giggle, but I decided against it. Either or, at least I know someone thus far. "How did the ride over here treat you guys?" I wasn't entirely sure if they rode together or came separately as this was a larger group, but either way it must have been interesting traveling through those slums.
"How did the ride over here treat you guys?" The woman who called herself Pick asked.
I decided to answer. "Can't speak for everyone, but the ride here for me was pretty damn complicated. Had to switch buses about a zillion times, and if I ever ride another one, it'll be too soon." Of course, I probably never would, but on the off chance that I did, it would suck.
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
((I was gone for a few days and couldn't post, I'm back. I didn't mention many things that other people did, since I didn't really have time to look through all of the posts. I'll read through them afterward))
As they all walked into the warehouse, they was something noticeably odd about it, it was pretty much entirely empty. It had a few boxes here and there with a few tarps, but other than that not much.
The man who had introduced himself as Wilson walked to a nearby wall and simply looked at it, followed by putting his hand on it. It emitted a quiet heap as a section of the floor suddenly lowered itself and revealing it to to be a lift.
"If only we could afford things like that," Jonathan told Muse. "Well," Muse began, "You have been broke for the past seven and a half years." Jonathan scowled.
Jonathan once again looked at the masked woman, who had now introduced herself as Kate. "So," he began to ask Muse, "Who's the masked woman?" "Oh," Muse replied, "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" Jonathan asked, "You said that you had identified her." "Yes," Muse answered, "I said I did, but I really only tried to . There are absolutely no records of her" "How?" Jonathan asked. "I have no idea," Muse replied, "And believe me, I should know. If there were paper records of her, we'd probably have to launch a full scale assault on the government, and I don't feel like dealing with that today."
As they went farther downward in a hallway, they eventually came to a door. The man put his finger on it. It took a while and several people engaged in conversations. Eventually the door opened and they all walked into a room that was comically decorated with a calendar of dogs smoking cigarettes and playing poker.
He immediately noticed a man in the room. He couldn't put his finger on who it was until the man named Wilson announced that he was Denzel Greeves, who had died in WWIII. Normally Jonathan would be intrigued, but right then he was glancing around the room, looking for Muse's drone.
((Uh...My character glared at yours twice. Did he not notice? I mean, I'm fine with that being so, but I just wanna make sure that that's the case.))
I chucked a second at the sickly girl's miniature rant about buses and the horrors of commuting. Seems like bus troubles are gonna be a thing no matter the era. Well if the era still uses them anyway. " *still chuckling* Hey, honestly it's worse than connecting flights or, god forbid, delays. And commuting is better than driving in traffic! Oh man the amount of times I ended up nearly passing out from waiting..." I said. I felt myself...slightly reminiscing of those old days back when I still did tech work where I had to wait for hours in the city trying to get back home. I felt like i was some old woman retelling her old days. Well, I kinda was in actuality.
I noticed one of the men glancing around everywhere. Not quite sure what that was about, but I hoped it was just curiosity. "Something wrong?" I asked him.
((Aaaaaand proper post. With a bump!))
((I'm sorry for throwing this out there so suddenly, but I'm going to be gone until the 23rd, so it'll be unlikely for me to post. In the meantime, I want to give you guys an opportunity to roleplay with each other before we dive into the next mission. Take care!))
Denzel chuckled after Wilson finished talking. "A grand introduction as always, Wilson" he replied. "I suppose I'll give a brief explanation of my death before I explain why I brought you all here. As some of you may know, I was tasked with leading a platoon of soldiers against a Russian military base. It was seen almost universally as a suicide mission. And it was. All of us were killed before we could even reach the entrance. We were a platoon doomed to die..." he had his hands behind his back and paced around the room as he explained.
"The Russian government essentially held my body for ransom. The United States, knowing that the people would be outraged if I wasn't given proper burial, reluctantly paid for my body. However, they ended up holding a fake funeral, and instead took my body and filled it with med gel and cybernetics. Brought me back to life. I became their guinea pig to create next generation of super soldiers. I escaped several months later. Looking back on it, they were stupid to not wipe my memory. Probably still had some sort of use for my mind, I assume."
He cleared his throat, then looked back at the group and continued. "Now, on to the task at hand. The American Liberation Movement is exactly what is says on the tin. We fight the corporations, gangs, and our current government. For now, we're restricted to aiding the citizens of Lynnhaven due to our numbers. We hope to expand and reach out to more of the US some day. I've contacted all of you in particular not only for your skill, but also because I know you won't be likely to betray us. I have ears all over this city. If you do accept, you may request a position that you believe you are suited for. This means infiltration, modifying tech around the base, gathering intel, or even going full assault if a mission goes to hell in a hand basket."
"I'm not going to lie: Working with us will be dangerous, with some jobs being more risky than others. If you get caught by the corps, jail time will be the least of your worries" he said, his expression looking more grim than before. Now, you don't have to accept this offer. You can even quit if you want. However, in the event that one of you gives away confidential information or otherwise tries to fight against the ALM, we'll have to capture you, edit your memories a tad, then kick you out. We've only ever had one instance of this happening, and I certainly do not want to see it repeated."
"Another thing. Remember that when you fight for the ALM, you fight for the people. We conduct operations humanely and ethically" he said, looking around at some of the people in the crowd. "Go against those ideas, and you're getting the boot. Oh, I almost forgot. If this whole 'fighting for the people' thing just isn't your style, I also have another motivator" he said. He went behind his desk and pulled out a briefcase. He scanned his fingerprints, turned it to face the crowd, and opened it, revealing stacks of US dollars underneath. "It pays well, too" he continued, before closing it again and putting it away.
"I'll have all the recruits on an operation tomorrow. Wilson will supervise. We don't have mandatory combat training for the more 'hands on' agents, because I already know what you are capable of. Until tomorrow, feel free to explore the base within reason, like the gun range, or go back into the city if you like. If you don't have a place to stay or don't want to leave, pick a bunk in the living quarters and sleep over night. There's even programmable lockers to store your belongings. That's all I have to say. Stay safe, everyone!" he said, smiling.
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
"Dude snap out of it, you're looking like a total dumb***" James quickly snapped out of his surprised expression and quickly coughed into his first before saying "What I mean is the media had pretty much confirmed your death, yet as I can see they were clearly wrong." Stamping out the lightly smoking remains of his cigarette he continued "Would you like to explain how you survived your apparent death?"
Turning to the woman who revealed herself as "Pick" James quickly introduced himself. "Apologies for my previous reaction, the name's Earthbreaker, mercenary and bad*** extraordinaire." He boasted. You see James held himself and his work in very high regard and he never missed a chance to boast about either of those things. Turning to the sickly looking girl he said "Seriously a bus? What not old enough to drive yet?" He joked before once again boasting "As for me I broke a guy in half while earning some credits and then I rolled up on my motorcycle."
Pick once again spoke up, this time calling attention to the man who was looking around the room. "What could he be looking for in this small room? Seriously I've seen and been in cells that were bigger than this." James thought before remarking "Dude's probably wondering how we're all going to fit in such a small room. Won't lie, I've been thinking it too."
((It's cool man.))
I turned my head over to the next person speaking who seemed to be a man that was pretty obviously going by a codename. "Apologies for my previous reaction, the names' Earthbreaker, mercenary, and bad**** extraordinaire." I admittedly stifled back a laugh at that. Okay, it was official- my 90's "anti-hero" comic book character flashbacks before? Premonitions. Definitely premonitions. "Me: So I think we found the Punisher to your Iron Man. And here I thought I'd never meet him in person." "Jarvis: Yes, I won't lie, the name is...surprising. But you of all people should realize that his appearance easily tells that he has the name for good reason." Looking him up and down again, I had to admit, he's got a point. The guy must have had a good foot or, hell, maybe 2 on me and was built like a tank with a baseball bat. And after he made a thankfully jokey remark towards the sickly girl, he kinda explained that that build wasn't for looks as he apparently beat the hell out of guy before coming here on a motorcycle, before answering my question on why Mr. 20 to Life is looking around. This proved that 1. Punisher might not be the right fit for him and he was more like Deathstroke if anything...with a skull mask. And 2. This guy was just as strong as that name might suggest.
"Well, Mr. Bad**** extradinaire, seems you're trying make sure the little "I got this from this downright EPIC show I watched" name fits snug and tight, huh?" It might seemed foolish to joke around with a man who just boasted that he broke a guy in half for money, but I knew one thing. The man must have some semblance of reasoning so trying to attack or threaten me in a place with a presumed dead war hero, said war hero's apparent right hand man, a wanted man, and a leading doctor in medicine, probably won't end well in opinion or in virtue of getting exited out painfully. Not to mention the armed guards. More importantly, I said it with a playful smile and joking attitude so, more than likely, he'd pick up on that and not take it too seriously. At least, that's what i was hoping because I really didn't feel like fighting today.
I then heard Greeves explain upon his survival of the war and, quite honestly, I felt bad for him. First a suicide mission and then being thanked for his surprising survival and service to his country by being turned into a guinea pig? I might not have known of him much, but a war hero doesn't deserve that.
After that, he went on about the dangers of being in the ALM, basic descriptions of what they did, and compensation, through either payment or satisfaction of helping people. While I did still take note of it, I mostly ignored it. I'd already been briefed on most of this the day before anyways, so it wasn't like I needed to here a repeat. However, upon getting to how if we didn't want to participate, we could gladly exit out, I took note once again. My lips pursed and my eyes looked down to the ground in a more..somber look. I kinda hoped my hoodie covered the expression my eyes were making at least. Despite everything and the day to think it over....I still didn't know. I know how these things go. If people ever went to face some sort of high force with low morals, there's one thing those "dastardly villains" always seem to hit...anything important to you.
I couldn't put Betsy in harms way...She was the main reason I was even here. She was the one thing I cared enough about to drop my past and go to this future. And while the PTP Project seemed more independent from the mega corporations, god knows if they have any relation. If I did this...I could be dooming her to an uncertain fate. But at the same time....I know her. She would definitely say "Stop worrying about me." and "Do what's good for everyone. I'm only one person." and everything else that told me that doing this is the right thing. She cared a lot about people and, admittedly, I did care for humanity. Despite my usual apathy, I always wanted the best for people. But...Is taking down the usual corrupt government that haunted every society, even in my time...Is losing why I'm here, really worth it?
((I think that you're talking about Tommy's character, who I did use for a bit with his permission))
((Ah, my bad then. Apologies about that.))
Dang it. Someone had noticed. A woman that had previously gone mostly unnoticed had asked what he was looking for.
Jonathan was about to respond with something like, "I'm just thinking of where to put my death lasers," before being cut off by the man in the skull mask who said, "Dude's probably wondering how we're all going to fit in such a small room. Won't lie, I've been thinking it too." The two then began to converse, with the woman eventually beginning to talk with the sickly girl.
Denzel then began to explain how he was still alive, the apparently all-healing med gel, and told them about where they could sleep and what they could do before tomorrow, which was apparently an operation. The whole time, Jonathan was still looking for Muse's drone, which was either very well hidden, or not in the room yet.
Suddenly, Jonathan spotted the drone hovering in a corner, blending into the color of the wall and almost touching the ceiling. He grinned to himself and thought to Muse, "Stay there, try not to get caught." "And where will you be?" Muse asked. "In the the van," Jonathan replied, "Monitoring you."
"Got it," Muse replied, "Why don't we usually talk like this? In your mind, I mean." "I don't know," Jonathan thought in response, "Talking just seems more personal."
Jonathan looked back down and suddenly saw a briefcase full of money, if that was what it payed, he was even more willing to do it than he already was. "Muse," he said, "I'm guessing that's what it pays." "You'd guess correct," Muse replied, "I'm guessing that you weren't paying attention." "I was looking for you," Jonathan muttered to make sure that the woman who asked what he had been looking for didn't notice.
"If we stay somewhere else for the night, how will we get back in?" Jonathan asked, "You have to close the doors to this place at some point, right?"
Samson's flirtatious conversation with the young woman known as Two Doves was sadly cut short by Wilson finally opening the door to the ALM base. "Security must really be tough here if it takes that long to do a single scan. That, or the tech is really bad. I hope it's not the latter." Samson thought. Trailing at the back of the group as he usually did, Samson wheeled in to the strangely decorated room behind the rest of the people and pulled up next to the large man with the baseball bat whose name escaped Samson at the time. That, or he was just never told the info. While his memory was augmented, he was still human. Either way, Samson felt quite safe sitting next to him as he was built like a tank and, on top of that, he was also a big fan.
Samson would have smiled at the recognition of his great achievements, if Wilson had not shown him who the brains behind the operation was. The man sitting in the chair before Samson was bar none the last man Samson would ever expect to see alive. The one and only Denzel Greeves sat before Samson. An officer through and through, Denzel wasn't the biggest or sexiest of men, but he was a brilliant tactician and a leader of men. Samson's mouth held agape for a good amount of time at the sight before he himself revealed the reason for his survival through the disclosure of HIGHLY classified information.
Saying that he was alive because his blood was basically Med-Gel (an invention that utilized a boosted version of Samson's nanites that would blow themselves out, but could perform miracles) and he was highly augmented, Denzel went on to explain that his purpose here was very similar to Samson's. He wanted to take the government down because of a personal slight against him. Samson quietly whispered, "Damn..." before listening to the rest of the man's statements. He listed the rules, be humane and ethical, the job pays well, and don't be stupid and get yourself killed. Apparently, briefing would happen tomorrow and, at least for the next few hours, Samson and everybody else had a little bit of time to spend as they please. Samson decided not to speak to his fellow war veteran in such a public space. These things were best done over a nice hard drink and a game of pool. Instead, Samson said to Denzel, "Mister Greaves, it's truly an honor to meet somebody whose so decorated, but I am afraid this isn't a good time with all these people around and the like. I would love to talk stories with you over a nice cold one soon. My treat."
Knowing that this might be his last to live like a normal person. Samson thought up an idea. He would help the group bond. The city of Lynnhaven had always had a thriving night life, so he said. "Well, if we've got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying."
The more Scion spoke, the larger Adrian's frown grew. First, he doesn't get an autograph. Now the guy is throwing the moral rulebook at him. It's a shame Adrian is out of options. Oh well, at least he's getting paid to do what he loves, albeit with those restrictions. "We both know you didn't enjoy killing those people, I don't see why you have a problem with Scion's instructions," his Muse told him. Stupid Muse, always making sense.
Adrian perked up at Samson's mention of free food. ALM probably serves slop for every meal, so some decent food would be nice, especially since he is so low on credits. He turns to Samson as he activates his Skinflex, slowly altering his appearance just enough to avoid setting off any facial recognition software in the city, while typing out his message on his phone and showing it to Samson. "I'm in. Is a ride there and back included as well? I walked here."
Quote me if you want a reply, and please click that little if I helped you out.
Paxit - A Nation-Building Forum Roleplay. Join us!Rest in peace, Paxit.I heard some muttering from the man who was briefly scanning the room and turned my head towards him. Before I was able to ask exactly what he said, in fact my mouth was open to speak, I was interrupted by Dr. Martin. He asked if we'd all like to go to dinner so we might get to know each other a bit better, even saying he'd be buying. I blushed before bowing "Ah, it shouldn't a-all be just on you Dr. Martin! I-I'm perfectly willing to p-pay as well!" I said in a rather rushed tone. Being offered a meal from a doctor of such prestige... Yeah, it made you nervous a little bit. "Plus, " I began to reason, "It's still rather earlier, s-so maybe we should find something else to do in the meantime? *clearing my voice and calming down a bit* Anyone got anything in particular?"
One of the other man seemed to go up to Samson and show him something on his phone. I tilted my head slightly to the left in a quizzical fashion.
"How am I supposed to know?" Muse asked. "But it would seem highly illogical for them to let us leave, then lock us out." "Agreed," Jonathan replied.
Suddenly Dr. Martin spoke out from the midst of the crowd and said, "Well, if we've all got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying." A man who Jonathan recognized but, like most people, he couldn't put his finger on who he was, held his phone out and appeared to show Samson something on it.
"Do you think it could be a trap?" Jonathan asked Muse. "Either that is some ridiculously advanced Skinflex," Muse began, "Or that's the real Samson Martin, and he, as far as we know, hasn't been working with the mega-corporations." "Well," Jonathan said, "I honestly don't care, I've been broke for the past 7 and a half years. A decent meal would be nice." "You need to get a job," Muse told him, "Or at least use some of the money you steal from the mega-corporations." "How do you think I afforded the van, drone, and equipment?" Jonathan asked.
The woman who had asked what he was looking for said that she was willing to pay. She also pointed out that it was still pretty early and that they should probably find something to do in the meantime, stuttering throughout the entire speech, and rushing. She had even bowed before she said it. Way too formal, but if you're talking to one of the most famous inventors of the era, then you're likely to be at least a little nervous. "Sorry to say," Jonathan replied to her, "But I have no idea. I haven't been able to afford entertainment for the past 7 years."
Hearing Pick's comment about his appearance and name James turned to her and laughed before saying "Please,more like they stole my name and turned it into their little "Epic show." Too bad they made it PG13, they just couldn't handle how great I am." Her comment wasn't actually meant to offend him, it was obvious by her smile and attitude. Besides she'd probably know better than to **** off the giant man and his equally giant baseball bat. Plus the armed guards, back from the grave war vet and doctor Samson's presence alone were enough to deter him away from any violence.
Hearing chuckling James turned to face Denzel as he explained how he had cheated death. After listening to his story Jame's couldn't help but feel bad for him, doomed to die on a suicide mission and then experimented on like a human guinea pig. And all this time the government covered it up and lied to the public. "For what it's worth I'm sorry about what happened to you. No one should be treated like that." Having everyone believing that you were dead is never easy, and James knew that from experience.
Continuing with his speech Denzel went on to explain that they would be taking on all manner of enemies, corporations, the government and gangs. A flash of worry crossed James's face as he briefly though of the possibility of having to take on his old gang. He was sure they knew that he was alive, but the fact that they haven't done anything had been a worry plaguing the back of his mind for years. He then explained that they would be operating in Lynnhaven for now, but they planned to move to a larger scale across the US. He also explained that if we choose to accept then we would be assigned to different roles in the organization. "Shock and Awe sounds like a good position. Or maybe be more blunt and just ask for the most violent one."
He then explained the dangers associated with joining their movement and the consequences of trying to betray the ALM. Continuing he explained that operations were to be undertaken as humanely and ethically as possible, which raised some red flags in James's head. He was used to doing whatever he wanted with his targets, so humane wasn't exactly common in his line of work. Still it was obvious that Denzel had thought of the possibility and quickly presented a large briefcase of US bills, explaining that it payed well too. "You had me at pays well" He thought as Denzel finished explaining that they were free until tomorrow.
Turning to Samson who had rolled up beside James he said "Well, if we've got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying." Jame's was about to voice his opinion when Pick spoke up. She seemed very nervous about taking the doctor up on his offer for dinner and James could see why. Being offered a meal by a well known and loved doctor wasn't something to be calm about. Laughing and slapping Pick on the back with his free hand he said "Calm down girl, it's not like he invited you for a philosophical discussion over a bottle of fine wine in his study." He joked before continuing "And if you are looking for something to do I have a few suggestions. We could go see a movie, check to see if there's some sort of carnival orrrrr." He said before pulling out his phone "I know a way to get front row seats at tonight's UFC fight if anyone is interested."
I felt a sudden hand pat me upon the back. Me jumping up in surprise was the natural reaction to this. I looked back to see that it was, not surprisingly, Mr. Earthbreaker. "Calm down girl, it's not like he invited you for a philosophical discussion over a bottle of fine wine in his study." His laughing admittedly was kinda welcoming despite his physique. And well...the thought of fine wine in someone's study...If it wasn't for my complexion, they'd probably notice my face getting remarkably more red. "Good point actually...." I more or less muttered as my eyes shifted to my left.
"And if you are looking for something to do I have a few suggestions. We could go see a movie, check to see if there's some sort of carnival orrrrr. *pulls out phone* I know a way to get front row seats at tonight's UFC fight if anyone is interested."
My face immediately went into a smile and my entire body arched up. I can't lie. I've always been a sucker for sports matches. And despite my prowess with soccer, any sports match was pretty much something I wanted to attend. Since we never could stray too far away from the PTP facility they kept us in, I never had really gotten an opportunity to see any in my times unfrozen. And since I pretty much watched the UFC non stop most of the time I was at Betsy's house, he pretty much said the magic words. "Despite the fact I'm half certain you're gonna jump into the ring during it to prove that little "PG-13" comment true, you can sure as hell count me in. I loved watching UFC back in the day! And a good meal on top of it....Damn, tonight sounds like a blast!" I said with probably the biggest grin I've had in awhile.
That did remind me. He said tonight...which meant we still had some time to kill until then. Well, Lynnhaven more than likely had a few places for us to stop by and explore. In fact, my mind decided it was about time I remembered a few. "Well, until then, I think I know of a few places for us to stop by. There's a few museums not too far by. And a park too. Ironically, *turns over to James* a carnival, as well. Nice calling it there bucko." I said to pretty much everyone listening. I wanted to get some stuff done. Besides...I need to get my mind off of things. Just...relax.
One of the men announced that while they could find entertainment, he himself couldn't afford it. I just shrugged before saying "As long as whatever we're doing isn't too expensive, I don't see a problem helping pay for you." Almost mimicking Earthbreaker, I smiled and gave the man a small pat on the back...while on my tip toes considering the size difference. "Consider it a treat."
((Ok, ignore what I said then ))
((Uh...My bad, I forgot. But no need to be sarcastic.))