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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 1:17:42 GMT
The door closed with a soft click. The cool night air desperately trying to steal away whatever warmth yet remained in this humble motel room. The wood stove had a small fire giving the single room home a sense of comfort. After tracking this far through the falling snow, it's a godsend. Just as he removed his cap revealing his bald head he felt a familiar form try to squeeze the life out of him in a bear hug. He smiled and patted his sister on the head. "Home at last. I missed you, sister. How's the lad?" His sister Anya, releases her brother and gives her little smile that he's grown to love so much. "He's asleep, we just finished dinner. Want some lukewarm potato and rabbit stew?" He gave a laugh and sat down his suitcase, fleks of red stain the centre. "That sounds delicious." She helped him out of his heavy fur coat, while he removed his goggles and gloves. All of his discarded garments she neatly puts away in one of the boxes they use to store their meagre amount of clothing.
She pours out a bowl of stew for him as he sits in front of the wood stove with his nephew. The boy curls up against his uncle and wraps himself up even more with his wolf hide blanket. Anya moved into their kitchen and sat at their rickety dining table that looks as though it's held together with super clue. "A letter came for while you were gone." He glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow. They have an unspoken agreement to not discuss what he does when he goes out to work. So the fact that she's mentioned the letter is odd. "Who's it from?" She shook her head, "I don't know. Someone in America." He sighed, "Another prostitute or activist that needs removing probably. Maybe it's a mob boss ordering a hit on someone. They've contacted me before so it's not that strange."
He walked over to see what the job is. After reading it he plonked down in the chair beside the table, not saying anything. His hands had a slight shake to them. "What's the matter?" Asked Anya after seeing his expression. "Someone is offering me a job...and they know about me." She cocked her head to the side. "Don't they always know about you?" He shook his head, "Not my power, I don't mention it ever. Not only that but they know where we live." He let out a shaky sigh. "They want me to go to America to work for them, but not like I usually work. I wouldn't have to kill anymore." She sat down across from him and took his hand in hers. "Isn't this a good thing?" Pavle nodded after a moment. "It is, but what about you? I might be gone for longer than I've ever been gone before-" She cut him off, "If this is the chance for you to get out of this job and into one you can be proud of then that's worth it. We'll be fine, I was going to tell you I started working here. Boris said if I wanted to I could work here and he'd call it even when it comes to the rent. With that and your last few paychecks we should be fine for at least a year." He stared at his sister, "Are you sure?" She nodded and offered him a little smile. "I am. Go, I'll hold down the fort while you're gone."
With that it was decided. He went out the next morning prepared to see what this job entails.
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 1:35:15 GMT
He was late, this was to be expected. He'd been moving from country to country with whatever method he had at his disposal. From a kindly old woman allowing him to ride in the back of her truck through western Ukraine to stowing away inside of a cruise ship in its hold,to walking mile after arduous mile of countryside until at long last he finds himself in a sprawling cityscape the likes of which he's never seen before. From here he simply followed the directions provided by the invitation. His legs ached from such a long trek but it was worth it to finally have arrived. The building that he was sent to was certainly an impressive feat of architecture though this wasn't what had captured his attention. He watched people or what could've been people walk the streets as bipedal animals. He blinked a few times to clear his confusion and simply shook his head muttering,"Americans." The receptionist of the building sees a large Ukrainian man walk inside the building with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
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Post by Moferiah on Nov 16, 2016 2:25:10 GMT
Few minutes later sisters arrived at their destination. Thankfully Prides Initiatives building was hard too miss. Not wasting any time to catch her breath, Livie entered pristine looking lobby. As she expected, it was almost completely empty. And she wasn't naïve enough to think it was because no one has arrived yet. Still, there was small comfort in knowing they weren't the only ones late. There was also a gruff-looking man standing in front of the reception desk. He looked so out of place in this environment that it was clear: he must be one of the other candidates.
"It's going to be one unusual job interview, that's for sure", - Livie muttered to herself. ...Or so she thought, in all fairness her idea of what's "normal" one supposed to be like was also rather vague. But they didn't have any time to spare staring at the strangers. So motioning her sister to follow, Livie stood behind the tall man. All the while rummaging in her shoulder bag in search of the invitation.
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Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 16, 2016 3:15:52 GMT
Cecilie was relieved a bit to see that they weren't the only latecomers. Still, it was only one man besides them, which means that most of the other candidates either came in time or going to arrive even later than them. And she could bet it was the former. Hopefully her skills would compensate for her lack of punctuality, she wasn't going to waste this kind of opportunity. Firmly holding her invitation, Cecilie followed her sister's gesture. She was determined to show to her potential employers why hiring her would be in their best interests.
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 3:24:39 GMT
Pavle glanced back towards the two women standing behind him. His look turned curious when he noticed them patiently waiting in line behind him. His English is a bit rusty but he's had plenty of time to learn given he doesn't have much else to do in his spare time aside from hunt for food and go on jobs. "Are you both ere for job interview too?" His accent garbles some of the words and not all of it sounds quite right but the gist of the sentence makes it through. It's then that they both are able to see the laceration around his neck. He extends a hand towards them in greeting. "Where are manners? Pavle Dorchevsky." He says in an attempt to be friendly.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 16, 2016 3:30:52 GMT
Greyman immediately began to analyse his surroundings. These obstacles would be easy enough for him to overcome but perhaps it would be better to allow the others to do the brunt of the work after all you didn't use a sniper rifle to shoot cockroaches especially when your ammo was limited... Hmmmm he quite liked that analogy he should remember it for when he won. A voice of doubt began to nag at Greyman "You've seen all the resources Vaihl has put into this enviroment and equipment, do you really think she would hire anything but the best as security?" A fair point and although Greyman knew he could win this Ten (what a stupid alter ego name not even other accountants were that into numbers... well except for Donald who always insisted his moniker should be 69 for some reason) might force him to push his body to the breaking point and he could not afford to take any permanent harm here indeed if he was being honest with himself part of the reason he had asked the doctor about broken bones was on the off chance he managed to damage his own bones.
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Post by Envy on Nov 16, 2016 4:05:21 GMT
Techint stretches a bit and remembering what Vaihl was going on about earlier. He focuses on have to gain access to the system. " Hell her technopaths don't hold a candle's light to my skills. " Thinks Techint lost in his thoughts.
His ankh tattoo glows sightly seems like I got a route in but the signal is to weak from here. Looks like I'm going to have to try to continue this here and butter force my way in or try and do inside the training room since I'll have a better signal and my drones could have me in the process. Techint decides to wait for the test to start to do this so he looks through his books and grabs a pair of fingerless gloves and puts them on. Then flashes his signature smile that he ready to have a good time.
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Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 16, 2016 4:07:34 GMT
Ivory shakes Pavle's hand and genlty smiles in response, "Cecilie Kadlecova, pleasure to meet you. And you're right, we are indeed came here for job interview." Despite his look, their companion acted quite friendly. And it was just impolite not to respond to him in kind. Not that she always was trying to be polite, of course, but now it seemed fitting. Cecilie always thought that it's better to be on good terms with co-workers, even with potential ones. Furthermore, he may have known what type of interview they're going to get. "By the way, have any idea what kind of tests we should be expecting?"
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 4:24:32 GMT
Pavle gives his big bushy beard a stroke for a moment thinking on what exactly they'd require for this position. "Well," He started, trying to see why they could want both himself and Cecilia. "I have to assume it's something physical or involving combat in some way. There doesn't seem to be much point in calling for me if this is to be an accounting job." His English lessons slowly start to take hold as he loses some of his broken English. "To be honest I'm more concerned how they know both who I was and where I lived. Not many people know how to find me." He sighs theatrically, " I'm really just glad I'm here now without being too late. I've had to trek all the way from the northern tip of Ukraine here. What about yourself?"
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Post by Moferiah on Nov 16, 2016 4:46:01 GMT
Finally fishing out the damn invitation, Livie took turn shaking the offered hand. "Livie", she introduced herself curtly. "I guess I'm more of a moral support, than anything", she amended her sister's statement. "But we shall see how it goes." Pavle left surprisingly friendly impression. Even if laceration on his neck looked slightly disturbing, she wasn't kind of person to be perturbed by something like this: with Cecilie's ability she'd seen fair share of wounds and scars. And every Freak knows firsthand, not to judge book by it's cover. So she decided not to stare too much and focus on the conversation at hand. "With our abilities it's difficult to stay under the radar," she shrugged nonchalantly. "We are from Prague, but we've been living here awhile. So not much of excuse for being late on our part."
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 5:05:22 GMT
"Prague, I think I visited it a few years ago for a job. You certainly have some nice people there as well as some wonderful food. I found a place that sold something called svicková, I don't know how you made a combination of whip cream and meat into something good but you managed to do so. " He says with a chuckle thinking back on the memory which is only slightly blurred by copious amounts of local beers. Then his look turns from reminiscent to conspiratorial, "By the way, have you been seeing these...animal people on the streets? I've been hearing weird things about America for a while now but I didn't know the rumours were true."
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Post by Moferiah on Nov 16, 2016 5:30:04 GMT
At Pavle's last words Livie couldn't hold the nervous giggle, though she tried to mask it with a cough. Finally recovering from her "coughing fit" she started slowly: "Um... So how much exactly do you know about the Pride Initiative's CEO?" At the same time she glanced at the receptionist from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge if she heard the man's comment. Would be really awkward if she did.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 16, 2016 9:35:19 GMT
Standing in the armory, Vergil began looking for some form of body armor, given violent nature of the test, he felt that jeans and t-shirt simply weren't going to cut it. When the radio crackled to life Vergil looked out the window to where Ten was waving at them. "He is surprising casual for someone who seems to have Ms Barbas' confidence." Vergil mused to himself, "That suggests he's rather skilled and more to the point, confident in that skill. I suspect Greyman may have to eat his words before this is all over."
Making eye contact with Techint, Greyman and Paradox in turn, Vergil addressed the group, "Do any of you have medical concerns I need to worry about? After all, I suspect I'm going to be the one dealing with any injuries sustained in there. Last thing I want is for one of you to have a bad reaction to morphine or the like when we're in a tight situation."
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 16, 2016 11:01:32 GMT
Scanning the area once more as he exited the elevator, following the feline giantess and the rest of his fellow applicants, once again he only barely took note of them and instead dedicated his time to scanning the ins and outs of the room that he could see. The elevator was a rather obvious start, but there would undoubtedly be others, and in times like this, he felt he was rather fortunate to possess an eidetic memory; remembering every nook and cranny and crevice and hiding place/place with cover would certainly be more than beneficial in the activities to come.
His attention was broken once more by the feline giantess referring to him by name, before sharply turning away. She requested his presence. Steeling himself for the many potentials of her ask, including but not limited to tranquillisation and waking up in a laboratory, he silently followed her over to what looked like a long table with strange wares that he had never actually seen before. Amusingly aware of the height difference between them, and pretty sure that the other applicants were getting some entertainment factor out of it as well, they came to a stop right before the table, both of them eyeing the wares and equipment; one with interest and fondness, and the other with reserved wariness.
The kindred spirit. They were a she, apparently. And also an Empath; the latter was to be expected, of course, but she...she was also an inventor, it seems. Such trinkets, by her wording of their description, were more applicable to him than to her. Did she know, then? He suspected very strongly that she did, but he still wasn't sure of her potential reaction should they meet. Less important things have decided to rattle him. But that was before he could control himself, he mused. Still, he would need to be on his guard.
He slowly scanned some of the equipment she listed off; one a dampening collar, and the other apparently a directing gauntlet. her words washing over him like a wave, only half listening at the implications of these. These were a way to properly control his powers; what he had been searching for through meditation and self-control. He had no desire to be broadcasted as a caged pet, though; the collar wasn't for everyday use at all. Perhaps if he got too out of hand. And the gauntlet seemed quite appealing for combat; slim and elegant enough to pass as a strange glove were you not looking hard enough, but still durable enough to cause physical damage should he want . And his power direction was already rather commendable, although he knew the need to push commendable into peerless all too well, crushing down the familiar feeling of terror at the thought of that memory threatening to surface once more.
"Your...acquaintance is rather talented," he demured softly, never taking his constantly moving eyes off of the equipment that suddenly held more significance than a lot of things in his life. "I'll certainly keep them in mind." Raising a single eyebrow at the use of the future tense, Ms. Barbas decided not to press the issue. It was rather insulting that he didn't look affected in the least; in fact, he looked rather bored. But then again, he's spent his life learning exactly how to do just that.
Hearing the doctor make yet another group question to the applicants, this time on their potential medical concerns, he raised a single solitary eyebrow at the bemusement of the situation. He didn't think he'd find it so cliche that the doctor cared about their well-being, but then again he wasn't used to caring. Nor being cared for. Spending a life dedicated to life was rather commendable. He thought for a second about voicing his severe allergy to penicillin, but thought against it after not very long. It was bad enough that Ms. Barbas knew his weaknesses and faults; anybody else was simply dangerous. If he died in the process...so be it.
Seeing Ms. Barbas turn on her heels again and head back to the main group of the applicants, he felt himself let out a soft sigh he didn't even know he was holding in until she was a suitable distance away. If he had less control, he would have no hesitation in declaring that he was very anxious about the prospect of this kindred spirit. He doubted she were dangerous; Ms. Barbas didn't talk about her as if she were. Dangerous to him...perhaps. But that was a risk he was rather willing to take.
Finally taking note of the gentleman on the perch with the rifle out of the corner of his eye, having neglected him for far too long, he sighed once more, wondering just how much they were going to put him through before before they finally got to the prospective job offer. Which they still hadn't explained to him, but if he were them, he would be keeping his cards pretty close to the chest as well. After all, he does it now. Perhaps he'd contact Mrs. Moore and ask her how she was doing. Or maybe he'd just dwell on the significance of this kindred spirit and what it could mean.
With a continually darkening expression, he realised that his mind would probably choose the latter. Like trying not to think of an elephant. Except that this elephant was the only kindred spirit he'd ever met in his life. Hearing himself think, he softly sighed once more. This was going to be a long day.
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Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 16, 2016 11:30:02 GMT
Pavle's last sentence amused Cecilie, to say the least. "Believe me, you'd be surprised how normal it is", she replied with a sly smile. While her sister has given their new acquaintance some hints, Ivory wasn't so eager to spoil this little surprise. She was hoping to see expression on his face, when he meets Vaihl personally. This is going to be entertaining, that's for sure.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 16, 2016 11:42:27 GMT
"I suffer from Osteogenesis Imperfecta or brittle bone disease." Greyman said with a grimace (he hated admitting to any kind of weakness) "So please no hugs, high fives or *shudder* brofists."
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 18:17:48 GMT
"Well...nothing. Before I got the invitation I didn't really even know what this place was. We don't have much internet access where I live. And as you may have guessed from my appearance, I'm not exactly rolling in Hrynia..eh money." He says with a sigh before squinting at the pair as though he'd just stumbled upon something. "Wait, you're not saying the person in charge is one of them? I know I'm from another country but that doesn't mean you can pull the wool over my eyes that easy." A big grin splits his face as he laughs it off. "I like you two, I hope we'll get to work together." He says, offering a parting smile before stepping closer to the desk. In his thoughts he can't help thinking,"I hope I don't have to kill those two to get this job. I'd hate to have to get rid of them as an initiation."
As he gets closer to the desk he dips his heads politely in acknowledgment of the receptionist. "Ahem, I am here for the interview. Apologies for being late."
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Post by Snoe on Nov 16, 2016 18:54:43 GMT
Vaihl nodded to Paradox "That is entirely your choice but know as a Darwin technologies company we can help develop things to help cope with or enhance your gifts... Speaking of Which." Vaihl turned to the ever confident Grey man.
"I've read up on each of you in great detail your condition has encouraged me to develop something if you were so inclined I've a prototype or two I'd like you to test for me." It's was half the goal of these 'tests' two birds with one stone. Testing new technology and auditioning new operatives.
"Doctor Virgil, since you'll be logistics I'll entrust this to you." Vaihl offered up a tablet like device "Maps, real time scans of the terrain and quick dossiers of your coworkers abilities and other pertinent information."
Vaihl leaned in close to the techno path "Don't hack into the holographic system, the firewalls react harshly to invading systems." Namely it goes on the offensive in attempt to destroy or lobotomize, those trying to hack into it "One can't be too careful when there are Telepaths and people like you around... but as long as you stay out of classified areas you'll be fine." Vaihl warned him simply because it'd be a waste of a talented powerset "if you're looking for something more substantial we've a humanoid drone I'd like you to play with." A counter offer to Technit.
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Post by Envy on Nov 16, 2016 19:33:17 GMT
Techint's likes up upon hearing about the drone " You really know how to enticement are you sure you're not a siren Ms.Barbas? " Says Techint laughing a bit. " I'll take your deal then since you got my blood rushing. Now I can guess that Ten is going to have fun putting us up to the test, wait a second aren't there supposed to be more invitees Ms.Barbas? " Asks Techint as he ponders the question.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 16, 2016 19:40:01 GMT
Despite himself Greyman was intrigued "Prototypes?" he asked.
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Post by Envy on Nov 16, 2016 19:48:03 GMT
Hearing Virgil's words echo through his head Techint can only hope he doesn't go into a fit. " Nothing wrong with me Doctor Virgil. " Says Techint excitingly then does a flips he cane in a circle to add emphasis.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 16, 2016 20:31:36 GMT
"Yes there are more, they should be arriving soon... the receptionist will show them down. In the mean time the drone prototype is in that crate I'm sure you can open the lock yourself." Vaihl smiled at the brash Technopath "Ten won't begin the test until I give him the go ahead so if any of you need a warm up go ahead... and if you wish converse with Ten get a feel for your would be opponent." Vaihl offered lightly knowing that Ten was likely bored of waiting.
"Yes Mr.Grey prototypes, two geared toward your particular set of problems as well as general self defense." Vaihl briskly moved to the lockers and opened two sets "The measurements might be a little off but these should fit. One is a kinetic reinforcement suit most humans wouldn't be able to allow this to function properly, your movement will charge the inlay which generates a temporary protection field so with your speed you'll find that coming out of a 'dash' leaves you well protected for a short amount of time... Although too much power and it may short circuit or too much damage and the shield will fail." Like Vaihl mentioned it was a prototype and hadn't seen and tests with Darwins capable of pressing it's upper limits. "Next is something similar but hand held projectors... or Brakes," Vaihl held out boots and gloves "This deploys shields that can stop you motion slow a fall or absorb the shock of a landing very good for someone with your condition BUT the catch is the suit and the brakes do not work well together... we've tried... so feel free to choose one set to test beyond that I've reserved the services of a Flesh Weaver should you injure yourselves." At great expense because those healers were always self employed and charged a fortune.
Ten mean while had started doing target practice while waiting setting up a holographic tennis ball machine a mile into the fake city and then firing at the balls with his revolver.
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 21:11:06 GMT
After a few moments of exchanging the invitations for a pass to go further into the compound, Pavle and his new friends are escorted into an elevator that leads to where the rest of the candidates are currently at. As the doors open and Pavle steps out, he sees a motley group of other candidates. Each one looks relatively normal in comparison to the tiger. Pavle's jaw drops at the sight of the enormous beast. "What...?" He murmurs in a mix of awe and concern. His hand involuntarily move to form a cross as a sign to ward off evil. The crack of a gun shot snaps his attention away from the creature. His gaze latches onto Ten as he continues his target practice. Each burst of noise makes the big man wish he was allowed to take his own weaponry inside the building.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 16, 2016 21:31:21 GMT
Vergil gratefully accepted the tablet, eagerly scanning over the dossiers of his new team mates. "Several interesting new power sets to study, a tablet full of data on said powers and it's not even Christmas. I must say, you do know how to spoil your prospective employees Ms Barbas."
After noting to himself to avoid giving Paradox epinephrine or any other drug that might affect his emotional state (as he didn't fancy dealing with a tier three empath having an anxiety attack), he looked up at Techint and asked, "I don't suppose you'd be interested in donating your body to science Mr Von Kantan? It's been too long since I've had a chance to dissect a technopath." He smiled, hoping to make it clear that this was just some bad humour on his part.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 16, 2016 21:35:30 GMT
The feline giantess' words washed over him like a soundless wave, taking them in but not acknowledging that he had done so, still electing to study the equipment set out in front of him. Her words obviously carried quite a large amount of sway, but the words themselves seemed rather loaded with the context. They had only just met; in fact, he was an applicant for a job that she had offered him. A file is all well and good, but it doesn't indicate feelings and emotions felt at the time. It was rather strange for an applicant to be offered such things so soon, but they are being offered quite prestigious positions in quite a prestigious company. Nobody in the world possessed the talents that they do. Although it was entirely likely, however...that this company didn't realise just how much such things would mean to him, despite the file. Nothing can compare to experiences, however. They are a bit overt, he did muse; he'd prefer them to be less conspicuous if they could. He must make a note of requesting such things, so past incidents didn't repeat themselves. The locket him his shirt pocket felt strangely heavy as he turned away and headed toward the group once more, taking notice of Ms. Barbas' bodyguard in the distance, firing at what appeared to be holographic tennis balls. At least he was keeping himself occupied.
Stalking deliberately over to the rest of the group where Ms. Barbas had taken to answering their questions and queries, he couldn't help but be slightly impressed with the natural charisma she seemed to exude effortlessly. He hadn't seen much of his compatriots, but most if not all of them appeared to have more than a noticeable chunk of arrogance and a laidback attitude, yet she seemed to dissuade that pretty easily and capture their attention. Even the most arrogant applicant of all was listening intently to her descriptions. She certainly had a great deal of experience dealing with such characters, that was for sure. He wasn't particularly bothered about the prototypes she had moved onto, they didn't concern him a great deal. He doubted that she would reveal the weaknesses of such prototypes, anyway. Giving the group a single glance over once more, he silently stalked over to the ledge, looking over the railing over the twenty foot drop he was standing before, giving him the best view of the simulated city, quite far away from his fellow applicants, and out of reach of even Ms. Barbas' powerful voice.
Taking the time to observe his surroundings in silence, he expertly and swiftly took note of several points of interest where he could go should be be placed into a combat simulation of sorts; lots of cover, hard to discover, potential choke-points. All of them had to be catalogued, and all of them were, being placed in his exceptional memory for reference. The absence of talking in his ear was rather blissful, being broken only periodically by the cracking of the revolver several hundred metres away. The fact that there was a reminder of somebody else here shifted his thoughts to the potential latecomers, and what they would be like. He was patiently optimistic that they would allow him the berth he desired, but he didn't see why not. Whether they were as arrogant as the current applicants remained to be expected; Ms. Barbas was recruiting the best in the world, so some degree of confidence in their abilities was to be expected. He did wonder what they would think of him, the same way he wondered how the current applicants thought of him. Ultimately it was of rather little consequence, but he did remain optimistic still. Hopefully some of the later applicants had some degree of manners. When they would arrive was also up for question, but he was patient. And it certainly didn't do well to press the issue when Ms. Barbas had been so kind as to invite him here. This was her turf, after all.
Breathing slowly in through his nose, and equally steady and slowly out through his mouth, he was rather surprised to note that their was no breeze down here. It's entirely expected, of course, they are underground after all. But it's strange how one can so easily forget the little things. Sparing one last studying glance towards Ten and his methods of movement and little idiosyncrasies one can exhibit, he turned his attention back to the rather splendorous view the simulated city afforded him. Little things, he reminded himself. He must take his pleasures where he may. And he must prepare himself for the forthcoming action, whatever it may be. Especially the new applicants, whom he suspected he would meet before long. So much to do, yet so little time. But right now...this moment was for him.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 16, 2016 21:42:06 GMT
Greyman nods appreciatively "I-uh I fear I have been rude Ms Barbas this is most generous of you. I would like to make use of the kinetic reinforcement suit please."
"This is incredibly useful." Thought Greyman "If working for the institute can get me this level of technology I must insure I succeed in this test and maybe one day I will finally be able to utilize my powers to their full potential and then there will be very few who can stand in my way."
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Post by Envy on Nov 16, 2016 21:48:48 GMT
Techint laughs at the joke " Now that the kind of humour that is amazing. But my body will probably end up in a dumpster knowing my luck but if you can get before you can have it! " Techint says with a mellow tone.
Walk over to the crate Techint powers switch on and unlocks the crate. Looking inside at ghe drone Techint already starts to take apart the drone with his eyes and adding in his own modifications.
Hearing a new voice enter the room aside from the gunshot. Techint sees a man and two woman that look like twins Techint goes back to the drone in the crate his cheeks a bit red.
One of his quadcopter drones with a holo screen flyes over to say hey while looks over the drone. On the screen in text pops up " Hello other invitees I'm Techint charmed to meet you all! "
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Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 16, 2016 22:07:12 GMT
Cecilie wasn't dissapointed by Pavle's reaction, she barely refrained from saying "Meet your new boss". Instead of this, she just smiled and decided to look closer at her potential co-workers. A man with the grey skin almost immediately caught her attention and got her wondering what kind of power might have caused this side effect. To her surprise, others looked more or less like a normal humans, even if two of them had a scars across the eyes. What is this, some kind of new trend in Alantus city? Thinking about that Cecilie was caught a little off guard by the drone that flew closer to her. According to message, it was send by someone going by the name "Techint". Probably, it was eye-scarred in smartglasses, thought she wasn't sure. "Pleasure to meet you, Techint. You can call me Ivory", she replied to the drone.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 16, 2016 22:14:39 GMT
Vergil looked up at the mention of the name Ivory. "I've had more than a few people stumbling into my clinic complaining about injuries caused by a bouncer by that name. I don't suppose you'd happen to be her?" He grinned, "If so, then I need to thank you for giving me some pretty regular business."
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 22:29:29 GMT
A simulated city, giant tigress, and now a drone was greeting him. All of this struck him as rather disconcerting. What exactly could they be wanting from him? Sure he can heal relatively quickly and can remain in a fight longer than most people but....how in the hell is he supposed to compete with that? He thought looking at the man manipulating the drone. Unsure how to proceed he offered a slightly nervous smile, "Hello, I guess you can call me Merc. Guess we're running a little late." He says scratching the back of his head like a kid who's been caught doing something bad.
He let his eyes drift from the drone to the rest of the group, this time studying them with new interest. The one standing by the railing almost seems disinterested by the group of candidates and the enormous beast . If he's bored with this, what exactly can this guy do? As time passes the Ukrainian man proceeds to feel more and more out of place among this group. Working as much nerve as he can he steps towards the tigress which seems to be in charge of the situation.
Not certain how exactly to address one such as this, he snaps to attention and raises his hand to his forehead in a salute. "Pavle Dorchevsky reporting in." The salute quickly turns into a deep bow. Would this thing tear him apart because of his tardiness? " Please accept my humble apology for my being late."
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