|
Post by Moferiah on Nov 16, 2016 22:53:15 GMT
First thing she saw when elevator's doors finally opened was a group of people that she could only assume were other applicants... and the CEO herself. It was easy to recognize her, though pictures didn't really do any justice to her impressive height. She was literally towering over the rest of the group! Somehow reminding her how Pride Initiatives Tower loomed over the nearby buildings. The rest of the group looked less unusual, but only by Alantus standards, so it didn't say much: grey-skinned individual who otherwise might have looked a lot like a typical white-collar, a guy sporting a pair of smart-glasses and bandana over his face that made her think of cyberpunk and a shorter man standing a little to the side she couldn't fully see. Ironically the most unusual one seemed to be the one, who'd typically would be considered the most normal, because unlike with others, his eyes didn't glow in the manner typical to all the Freaks. "Swig? Or regular human?" she mused to herself. "I thought Pride Initiatives hires anyone but freaks" Her thoughts were interrupted when small drone flew over them. That was sure an unusual greeting, props to the guy for originality. Livie grinned: "Nice to meet you. I'm Livie.. or Scavenger, I guess."
|
|
|
Post by Envy on Nov 16, 2016 22:55:36 GMT
Finally getting into the drone it sparks to life from Techint powers finally getting into it. The drone flyes back towards Techint " Sorry if I shock you all with my drone there as you know who, I am may I say it's a pleasure to meet you Ivory and the same goes to you Merc and to you to scavenger. " Says Techint calmly his tattoo starts to glow azure again and the drone walks out crate and towards him.
" So you probably want to chat to the others and Ms.Barbas call upon me if you need me. " Techint walks over to the drone and takes out his phone and a holo display pops up as Techint fools around with the humanoid drone.
|
|
|
Post by Snoe on Nov 16, 2016 23:05:56 GMT
Vaihl watches the Technopath marvel at the drone "It's carbon steel and designed to accept and change multiple load outs between mission you'll be limited to the non-metal today, mind the power core hydrogen cells are difficult to keep cool."
It's also seem Mr Grey was liking the suits "The change rooms are just over there." Smiling as she found the carrot for this particular animal. Paradox was busy with their thoughts. And the Doctor was preoccupied with his new toy "I think there's a file for Ten in there but I've redacted his 'abilities' I want to see if you can figure that out during the test Doctor." Tens powers were often the most difficult for an enemy to discover not being apparently obvious and the outfit and mask distracted away from its simplicity.
Then came the new arrivals one immediately making an introduction rather nervously "Ah the veteran of our group, pleasure to meet you don't worry about being late I know someone that moves at the speed of light and is never on time." Vaihl enjoyed the reactions her power physique and tail gave those country folk "You and I have a little in common, regenerative capabilities a very handy ability although mine come with certain drawbacks." If this man was this nervous meeting Vaihl what would happen if he'd met Nyoka... that was nightmare material for sure. "Help yourself to the armory I believe I've stocked your favourites."
|
|
|
Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 23:27:55 GMT
A wave of relief washed over him as he straightened up to look at the enormous feline humanoid. The deep bass of her voice resonated in his ear almost as loudly as the sound of his heart. It had been beating at such a frantic pace that he likely could give a frightened rabbit a run for its money. Often when someone disappointed their boss they never saw the light of day again. He had been one of those people, if he hadn't managed to play dead while his throat healed itself he would be dead right now. He could still feel the life draining out of him into the snow as well as the cold steel of the blade. So if Vaihl had wanted to punish him for being late, well she could make it much worse than it had been. A shiver ran down his spine as she mentioned his weapons and his healing ability. He'd only been to America a few times and never did he discuss these things, least of all to a bloody tigress! So...how does she know me?
Instead of asking such a loaded question however, he might as well see what they have in store for him. "If I may ask, where is this armoury? I'm curious to see how accurate your information on what my preferred weapon is."
|
|
|
Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 16, 2016 23:32:32 GMT
"That's right, i'm indeed the very bouncer that gave these people couple of lessons on good manners. So you're welcome", laughed Cecilie, "It seems we already had a very productive partnership, albeit unknowingly. And i hope that nothing will change in this regard." It was a pleasant surprise, outside of job, to meet someone who was thankful for her actions. More often than not people knowing her name were more afraid, than grateful. Even if for justifiable reason. But the very fact that this one probably going to be her future colleague made it even better. It's always nice to be on good terms with co-workers, after all. And everyone she met so far seemed like a nice folks to be around. After seeing that Pavle finished talking to Vaihl, Cecilie decided it was her turn to introduce herself: "Good day, Ms. Barbas. My name is Cecilie Kadlecova, also known as the Ivory. Though you probably already knew that. Nice to finally meet you." She was a bit nervous, but tried not to show it too much. And, to be honest, who wouldn't be, when Vaihl Barbas herself stands right in front of you?
|
|
|
Post by Moferiah on Nov 16, 2016 23:46:25 GMT
Coming to conclusion, that at this point her own introduction would be a little excessive: her blood-relation to Cecilie was quite obvious, Livie decided to let her sister do the talking. And instead focused on trying to reconcile herself with an inevitable reality that this test indeed is going to be combat-related, the fact that mention of armory left no illusions about.
|
|
|
Post by Envy on Nov 17, 2016 0:14:45 GMT
Techint finishes the uploading his data files for the drone. Then since everyone is talking he might as well do the last thing the cane shortens down some then a trigger appears form underneath the handle. " I'll lower the the voltage output of this so it won't kill someone if I tried. " Says Techint in a mumble then hands the cane to the drone to hold while he looks around the armory he drone fly silently around and flying as if preforming a show in the air. Walking towards the back to where no one can see him when his head starts to pound great at a time like this and he starts to loss strength in muscles. He starts to focus on his modified RNS to send a shock to himself before this happens.
Techint shakes for a couple of seconds " I hate Grandmas with a passion. " (By Grandmas he referring to a grand mal seizure.) Then gets back up with the help of a locker standing there for a while getting adjusted with his surroundings and powers.
|
|
|
Post by Snoe on Nov 17, 2016 3:00:14 GMT
Vaihl could smell the fear on the soldier, it was always a refreshing scent. Vaihl's senses had been a factor in every encounter in her life and proved valuable even in board meetings, hearing whispered words, the different smells that triggered with anger, stress, fear, and more. Him requesting access to the armoury Vaihl nodded and led him toward the door which stood open, "It should be here..." Vaihl walked in and shifted a few things around "Nope this one is mine." Vaihl moves aside an inhumanly large tri-barrel minigun...
"OH here we go." There was a case with Mercs name on it. The case was full of various equipment "Everything you can possibly need is in here... although I've taken the liberty of upgrading a few things... the most notable is a little addition you'll find in the armour vest three syringes totaling a maximum daily dose. It’s something I’ve developed for myself in emergency situations, it’ll kick your healing abilities and physical output into an overdrive state for thirty minutes per syringe.” Vaihl added handing the man the 100lbs case of gear as if it were a 2lb brief case.
Turning her head she noticed the twins “AH, Scavenger and Ivory! Glad you could make it, I’ve something for you aswell... I so love developing new technology.” The fact was she’d been gathering information on these people for a month it was like she’d been friends with them since studying them with such depth... After Seeing Merc to his things she returned to the Armoury for another set of cases.
“Here we are, yours was something I really enjoyed working on and likely the most profitable Darwin tech to date Ivory.” Pulling free a set of clothes, something a cross between flightsuit and wet suit “Pardon the style but its just an early design, durable Darwins tend to have wardrobe malfunctions, this is nanofibre; self healing clothing. Pre-programed to replicate its former shape. I’m working on custom designs but it’s an expensive investment I need to learn how this opperates in the field... would you care to try it?” Knowing she modified her bones into weapons “No need to worry about putting holes in your clothing and the tight fit also keeps a tight seal around the open wounds left like compression preventing bloodloss so its effects are double beneficial for you.” Not too mention Vaihl had a thing for girls in tight clothes.
“Scavenger! I was thinking about something more practical in your case.” Vaihl opened it to reveal what looked to be an animal skeleton but with no decernable species along with a bucket reading bone-meal “Think about it as your own puppet, I made out of a more maleable compound but remaining true to your abilities so it’ll be like your own custom monster, the bucket is more of the compound should you want to add some more weight or limbs to it.”
Outside on Ten was getting fancy throwing his gun into the air and catching it before firing with flawless accuracy. Clicking on the radio “Are you done with Christmas, its still not fair Vaihl.” Ten seemed a little concerned, with his powers it was basically cheating.
|
|
|
Post by Raz on Nov 17, 2016 3:59:59 GMT
Inside is a type 4 set of full body armour used by Ukrainian swat teams. A Heckler & Koch VP70 pistol, 2 Spectre M4 submachine guns,Kord-12.7 mm heavy machine gun, and lastly a Istiglal IST-14.5 anti-materiel rifle. Not to mention as much ammunition as he could ever hope to use.
When he opened the box he had expected perhaps an Ak-47, a Beretta and some ammunition. This...this went beyond his wildest dreams for armament. This was the weapon kit that soldiers fantasized about. Not entirely believing that this was real he reached down and lifted his new body armour and began putting it over his own clothing. He did so with as much care as possible, as though if he were too rough with it this dream would vanish and he'd find himself thrown back into reality. With his body armour put in place he set about sheathing his new KM2000 knife the the German military currently uses. With this done he loads a few clips for each weapon and places them in the numerous pouches that adorns his new uniform. Next came attaching the holsters and putting away his current assortment of weapons. His pistol under his left arm, the spectres are placed with care at his hips, while the mighty kord is holstered on his back. He places his helmet upon his head and then turns towards the real prize. In his arms now, lays the beast of a machine known as an anti material rifle. He cradles the weapon like it was his new born child and walks out to the rest of the candidates.
He moves past them like they simply didn't exist. Even the monstrous Vaihl doesn't receive even a passing glance. For all intents and purposes, Pavle has ceased to recognize that the rest of the world was real. He moved to the railing, laid down so that his weapon is propped up against his shoulder. He sites in his weapon, picks a target which happens to be a Toyota Camry. He takes a breath and as he exhales, he pulls the trigger.
The sound of the rifle is deafening, it is as though a cannon battery had fired in his ears. His target, simply ceases to exist as anything more than a smouldering heap of metal. When he stands back up, his smile and laughter are perhaps the most genuine and heartfelt site and sound of happiness any of you have ever seen.
|
|
|
Post by silent15 on Nov 17, 2016 10:06:43 GMT
Once his ears stopped ringing from the sound of Merc's new toy, Vergil placed the tablet away safely, before walking quietly over to ledge where Paradox was standing. Making sure he stood far enough away to give the seemingly reclusive Darwin his space, Vergil focused his attention on Ten's antics, looking for any hint as to the nature of the masked man's powers.
Thinking back to what Vahil said earlier he thought, "She implied that this was a challenge of sorts and there's no point to a challenge that isn't, well challenging. That in turn suggests that Ten's powers are neither flashy nor obvious, which means I can pretty safely rule out energy related powers. That leaves body and mind related powers. His reflexes and coordination are extraordinary, perhaps his powers are simply enhanced reflexes? No, still too obvious, it's not exactly difficult to notice enhanced reflexes... Then again, maybe the reflexes are side effect of his core ability... Bah! I'm going round in circles, I need more evidence before I can make a decent guess at it."
(OOC Let me know if you think I'm applying too much meta knowledge to deducing Ten's powers. Coming from a tabletop rpg background I always worry about if I'm metagaming unintentionally.)
|
|
|
Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 17, 2016 11:31:59 GMT
To say that Cecilie was fascinated by her new outfit was to say nothing. Too often, after a heated brawl, she was left with little to nothing to wear and forced to create some kind of improvised bone-underwear. And this suit was exactly what Ivory needed. "Accept my deepest gratitude, i'll be honored to wear such a masterpiece", she said smiling admiringly. Deciding not to wait any minute longer, Cecilie proceeded into a changing rooms, impatient to try on Vaihl's invention. True to it's description, suit was just perfect for her. And not only due to it's self-healing characteristics, which she tested almost immediately after changing, but also because it's was just very comfortable to wear. Almost like a second skin, even. Ivory even got a little bit carried away, watching how she looked from different angles, but loud sound of explosion returned her back to reality. "What was that?" she peeked out from behind the door.
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 17, 2016 13:04:13 GMT
Greyman carefully put on his new suit over his clothes (making sure not to crease his trousers) and then turned to the musclebound oaf with a stupid accent "I need help testing this, I'm going to dash ten meters and I want you to try and punch me immediately afterwards, understand?" Without waiting for a response he moved ten meters back.
|
|
|
Post by Moferiah on Nov 17, 2016 13:41:47 GMT
Scavenger looked positively entranced by the sight of the skeletal creation lying in the case. Not only by its looks, but by the endless possibilities it presented. She always was somewhat limited when it came to materials much needed to use her powers. She couldn't really go around using human bones. People were eager to grab their pitchforks even at the mere mention of her ability, so she wasn't inclined to give them additional excuses to do so. Though she once thought about "borrowing" a skeleton from her sister's uni, but Cecilie was very much against it, so she had to drop that idea. Animal bones were less questionable, but there is only so much you can find or buy, and good chunk of them went for the figurines she sold. Finally there was an artificial compound, but it was simply too pricy for her. So, simply put, never before did she had as much creative freedom to use her ability, as at this very moment. Finally tearing her gaze away from the brief-case, she looked at the lioness. "That is..." she paused struggling to find the right words, but coming up short. "Thank you." Tentatively she touched the creature and as if just being awoken it slowly rose to its feet. She didn't have time to do any massive modifications now, but maybe giving its tail a prehensile function, adding pair horns, some invisible changes to paws that would help with the friction when climbing... Oh and a mouth chock-full of sharp teeth - that will always come in handy! Livie was so caught up in her thoughts, that she barely registered the sound of the nearby shot immediately followed by explosion. She was too focused on giving her new pet (which technically still wasn't truly hers) a suitable name. "Bonaparte. I'll name him Bonaparte", she thought to herself.
|
|
|
Post by Raz on Nov 17, 2016 16:04:49 GMT
Pavle, now noticing the small man for the first time, looked at him as he barked orders at him. For a moment, just a moment, his eyes narrowed and the tip of his rifle moved just a millimetre towards the bossy little man. The idea of blasting him away did cross his mind, but sadly such an action would likely result in his termination. With a sigh he set down his rifle, muttered under his breath and ran after the little man. Knowing full well that this is likely going to hurt Pavle far more than the other man he only put about half power into his swing. Well the feint at least. The first strike was aimed for the centre of Greyman's face.
However, he stops mid swing and uses his forward momentum to throw a punch towards Grey's midsection.
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 17, 2016 16:35:04 GMT
Greyman hears Pavle coming and precisely aims his dash so that he will stop just a foot in front of the test subject, as always the world seems to blur as he moves at incredible speed and he feels his bones give a slight creak of protest as he covers ten meters in far less then a second. He suddenly stops having reached his target just as a meaty fist comes towards his stomach to be stopped an inch away from the suit by some invisible force.
|
|
|
Post by Alexodia on Nov 17, 2016 16:35:52 GMT
The new arrivals seemed to be settling in rather smoothly, he mused, having turned around to rest his back on the railing, observing the newcomers and the original group. Even if their responses were more...average than one may expect. Not necessarily a bad thing; there was conversation and communication. The Ukrainian mercenary seemed to be rather more displaced in his actions than one would expect; one may expect more brainless confidence, or perhaps more bloodlust. But no; especially when facing Ms. Barbas, his nervousness was unmistakable. Almost to the point of being intoxicating. It showed that he wasn't exactly as witless as one may expect him to be. And far more courteous, given his words of apology for the lateness of his arrival. It would have been rather surprising, of that he was sure, if he dealt with first impressions, of course. He preferred to base his opinions on what he saw, not what he had heard. The other two new arrivals, whom appeared to be sisters, were equally interesting from a similar standpoint. One of them a great deal taller than the other; also seemed to be the more domineering of the two. He wondered if that translated to the rest of their activities, or if he would be surprised. It didn't do well to think somebody demure and then be blindsided by rampant ferocity. It wasn't helped by the fact that he didn't know what any of these new arrivals could do; a single comment on regenerative capabilities wasn't a great deal to go on. Raising a single solitary eyebrow, he made a quiet hum of assent. These new arrivals had his stamp of approval. For now. It would probably take a great deal more action on their part for him to deem them worthy of showing it, however.
Assessing the applicants still, his attention was caught by movement towards him, quickly discerning the doctor tentatively heading near him. Clearly giving him a wide berth, the doctor headed several metres to his left to another spot on the railing, casting his gaze up to the mysterious figure continuing his cubicles on the far side. Makeshift changing rooms apparently, from the way the larger sibling almost bounded in with the suit Ms. Barbas had decided to gift incessant target practice. Lazily keeping his eyes on the group, he watched somewhat tentatively as they all dispersed to the armory or what appeared to be unto her. All of that was eclipsed by the wary gaze he kept on the mercenary. Rather curious to what he would do with all of those weapons, his concern little by little as he observed the mercenary outfit himself with what appeared to be a suit of his own made entirely out of military-grade weaponry, finally completing his outfit with a rather large anti-material rifle that looked to be larger than himself, even at a distance. Keeping a wary grasp on his concern, he watched with what both the trained and the untrained eye would refer to as disinterest as the mercenary cradled the rifle rather lovingly and headed out to the railing where himself and the doctor were still residing, finally resting the rifle on the railing a few metres from his position and carefully aimed it at a target in the distance. Turning his head slightly to observe, and reminding himself to push down the constantly bubbling emotion beneath his surface, he watched with some degree of interest as he aimed with care towards a target in the distance and pulled the trigger, noticing what appeared to be a car out of the corner of his eye crumple, as a deafening bang resounded off of the walls, making everybody but Ms. Barbas, the mercenary and himself jump about a foot into the air. He didn't get this far without a good enough grasp on his fear to handle loud noises. Turning his head slightly to look at him, the mercenary locked eyes with him, his face lit up in unmitigated joy and barely even trying to restrain letting out a wondrous laugh.
This was the problem though, this was the problem he faced on the daily. He could sense and smell the happiness and the joy on the mercenary as if somebody had lit incense right under his nose. It was invigorating; far more so than he had been expecting. Suddenly, his own emotions threatened to burst through themselves, as if he had locked them under a trap door and they were banging and screaming and almost breaking the lock to be free. Mustering the greatest amount of strength he could without giving anything away, he marshalled his self-control and racked his brain for inconspicuous calming techniques to extinguish the urge to let out his emotions in a great burst. Breathing very quietly in through his nose and out through his mouth, he rallied his self-control again, and managed to raise a single eyebrow in an expression that could only be described as utterly unimpressed. Rejoicing at the happiness of the mercenary notably fading both after his cold display and hearing the grey one issue a demand to the mercenary in the distance, he turned away and pushed himself off of the railing, heading over to the table of empathic equipment once more, never sparing a backwards look.
That was way too close, he cursed himself, still keeping a vice-like grip on his emotions. Freaks always felt emotions more strongly than others, but that was more intense than he was expecting. Nothing he couldn't handle; it would take something much larger than that to truly throw him off, but it still got too close. If it even gets remotely close, that's too close. This was a bad idea, this whole thing was a very bad idea. It didn't do well for him to be around people, bad things always happened when he was around people. But he was here now; whatever mistakes he had made, he would have to deal with. Perhaps he should make a note of apologising to the mercenary later, especially if he had just inadvertently incited a future confrontation. Perhaps after he had finished dealing with the grey one, who was growing more incessant than before. He doubted it; although he did allow himself to note a faint dealing of surprise as he reached the table and saw the grey one dash almost ten metres backwards in a split second. So that's what he could do. Rousing his attention over to the table once more, he softly ran his fingers over the equipment before slowly picking up the collar Ms. Barbas had shown him. He wasn't completely without pride; he didn't want to appear as property, which he would if he wore this thing. But was it worth it? Was this a hardship he would have to endure? Power dampening was a rather broad term, but the general meaning was obvious.
Were his pride and his powers worth more than a chance at a life? A real one?
|
|
|
Post by Raz on Nov 17, 2016 17:22:25 GMT
There's the sound of a snap and Pavle can tell immediately that he just busted up his knuckles, probably breaking a few. It was as though he had punched a brick wall with all of his might. The pain is instant, though he doesn't let it register on his face. Warm crimson drips down his finger tips, he had expected this. A weakling like the man before him wouldn't dare let actual harm come to him unless he had a plan to stop it. He stared at Grey for a moment before shaking his head and releasing a sigh. "Your suit appears to be working as expected. Though I'd recommend you don't try that test with something stronger than a handgun and low calibre assault rifles. Your shield generator likely wouldn't be able to sustain constant damage or an attack from something like this." He says moving back towards hid rifle. "Trust me when I say that force fields like that can be shattered." His voice shows he's confident in his knowledge. The look in his eyes says that he might have had experience breaking shields like that.
"That chairman thought he was bullet proof too." He mutters, remembering the incident where his target had invested heavily in personal protection tech. After this he steps back towards the railing and begins looking over his new toys. Occasionally he mutters, "May need to adjust this," and "Will have to modify the scope for use at longer than usual ranges."
All the while he can't help think of the look of indifference the other man who had been standing by the railing gave him. Something seemed weird about that one. He reminded Pavle of a drug addict who's been resisting giving into a craving for awhile. After a moment of fiddling around with his weapons he stands up and leans against the railing. "You got a purpose being here don't you? Something beyond money, right?" He chuckles to himself. "You have that look about you."
|
|
|
Post by Alexodia on Nov 17, 2016 19:44:50 GMT
Silently assessing the equipment still, he heard from behind him the crunch that was likely the mercenary's hand slamming into the shield that the grey one had implemented; his mind wandering casually to the likely mangled state of the mercenary's hand, he gently put down the equipment once more with a sigh, before beginning to stalk slowly back over to the railing, ignoring the rest of his fellow applicants as per usual, sparing only a quick glance to Ms. Barbas to gauge any reaction from her to see if there were any prevailing emotions he could detect. There was none; the feline giantess was collected and calmly watching all of the applicants test out their new abilities and toys like children in a candy shop. He did not get impatient, but he did wonder as to what exactly Ms. Barbas was waiting for. A good reason is obviously a fair assumption, but what exactly would qualify? New toys? Better acclimatisation to the toys they were already given? It was enough for him to readily keep his guard up. Although that perhaps lost its meaning when he couldn't remember the last time his guard wasn't up in a state of hyper-awareness. Resting at his previous spot at the railings, he elected to rest his back against the railing once more, looking upwards at the 'ceiling' of the complex, scanning that for any structural weaknesses or flaws or easy escape points. He doubted there would be any at all, but it did well to go the extra mile.
Noticing movement once more, he observed the mercenary heading towards him again, only without a rifle that could rip through several inches of sheet metal and a busted hand. He ignored it, for now. Unless he was needed for something important, he would continue familiarising himself with the environment. His thoughts were interrupted however, when the mercenary decided to lean against the railing next to him and nail him with a stare. Keeping his neutral expression, he shifted his eyes over to the mercenary first, before moving his head in the corresponding direction for extra effect. Piercing the mercenary with his intense, intimidating gaze, he listened as the mercenary began his introduction in his thick, Eastern European accent.
Beyond money, hmm? The mercenary certainly had an eye for these things; he would have to to be good at what he did. Feeling the concern rise in his mind that the mercenary was the first person able to discern anything about him at all, he tempered it for now. Now was not the time to be dealing with this. Of course...the mercenary had the same look; that he had perceived from the moment he laid eyes upon him. Granted, the mercenary was not nearly as restrained as he was, but it was still evident. There was a reason he was here besides monetary gain. But all mercenaries did was for monetary gain, even down to their everyday activities. So this was not regular mercenary work; he didn't accept it for the paycheck. No, there was something deeper about his reason for coming here, the same as him. Something just as important. He was all too aware of the locket in his shirt pocket during this. Perhaps this was the reason that he decided to indulge him.
"Of sorts" he admitted in his deep, yet surprisingly soft voice, his voice carrying despite the quietness with which it was spoken. "As do you." He added in his deliberate, slow-paced and somewhat unrushed tone, choosing his words very carefully as he always did. Tilting his head down slightly to level his head with his body to give off the impression of thorough scrutiny, he broke eye contact leisurely and turned his head away from the mercenary to face his head forward again and focus his gaze on the applicants once more. Something inside of him tugged.
"You have somebody that you want to protect." He began in his deep monotone, feeling the mercenary's anxiety spike as he narrowed his eyes in concern at this insight. He didn't move from his position. Neither did the mercenary. "Either...with your powers...or from them. This is commendable; entirely more so than the other reasons you could be here. And the reasons they are here." He continued, staring forward with unblinking eyes and silently referring to the other applicants without an action. "But I don't know if you've had experience with this in the past, perhaps you've been the arbiter yourself at some point..." he continued in his calm tone, one that anybody else would start to recognise as ominous even if he wasn't able to detect the rapid spiking of fear oozing from the mercenary, whom to his credit was doing a very commendable job at disguising such emotion. "...people with powers...aren't meant to coexist with ones whom have none. Someone always gets hurt. And it is always...the innocent ones. The ones...whom do not deserve what happens to them." He continued further, doing what he could to keep himself together before turning his head slowly to stare directly into the mercenary's eyes. "They will...get hurt. And it will...be your fault. People like you and me...aren't meant to have happy endings. And when we try to circumvent the inevitable...it's the ones we love whom end up paying the price." He finished, pushing off of the railway once more as he did, refusing to spare the mercenary and his maelstrom of emotions a backwards glance.
Stalking over to the armory where the empathic equipment lay on the far side of the area they were in, he silently reached into his coat pocket and lifted the locket out as carefully as a porcelain masterpiece. Finally reaching the armory, he stepped inside and closed the double doors leading into the room of equipment, locking them with a clacking sound, and locking himself in the armory alone. Breathing a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, he walked carefully over to the very centre of the room and turned around, facing the door. Taking another deep breath in and out, he stared at the steampunk locket in his left hand for several seconds, before lifting it up and over his head to rest around his neck, the locket softly resting against his chest. Sinking silently down to the floor in a sitting pose, he fluidly maneuvered himself into the Full Lotus position, before resting the backs of his hands onto his knees, facing his palms upwards and touching his index finger with his thumb and extending his middle, ring and little finger outwards in a flat, horizontal manner. Taking a final deep breath in and out, he closed his eyes, and lost himself in his silence.
|
|
|
Post by Envy on Nov 17, 2016 20:38:16 GMT
Techint searches through a locker to bring out a dull karambit good this will be good for hand to hand. Putting the knife in his jacket pocket Techint walks back towards the group popping around the corner he sees the that his downloads are completed in the drone when a voice that sounds like a very annoying robot from a certain video game sparks to life.
" Man that crate was by far the tightest thing, I've been in since I was last on Pandora! Also cyberpunk wannabe take your cane back it makes you like a steampunk type of schmuck!" Says the claptrap AI Techint had made from a project that he was working on. Throwing the cane at Techint he catches the cane an leans oh it. " I hate myself for doing this but it's so funny. " Laughs Techint saw it looks like the Merc and the higher up are practicing Paradox is about and twins are doing there things.
So when the action going to happen that diamondheaded oaf is still trying to find me after I relieved his account of some money. Techint sits down just wanting what to do now he downloaded the files onto the drone and his cane is ready for combat so is he. He wears a devilishly grin on his face and walks with his cane at his side and drones behind following him. Walking towards the exam room his tattoo shines green and azure the whole way. " Man after this I really gotta find someone that can have as much fun as me. " Says Techint in a mumble.
|
|
|
Post by Raz on Nov 17, 2016 21:06:09 GMT
A response to the man dies in Pavle's throat. His smile fades as he starts to think on how accurate the stranger was. In the end, he'll end up hurting everyone around him, even though his powers aren't even that special. The smiling face of his sister appears in his thoughts which only causes the big man to feel worse. "Even if we're doomed for failure...I'm still the best chance they have at living a better life." He murmurs to himself. A horrid combination of fear and anger churns in his heart begging for an escape. As time passes the feeling only makes itself more prominent until it I'd like a shard of glass wedged into his heart. Not able to simply stand idle any longer, he walks over to Vaihl.
"May we begin this trial now?" His eyes show only a will to get into action. He's trying his best to blot out his thoughts with the upcoming trial.
|
|
|
Post by Snoe on Nov 18, 2016 1:54:13 GMT
Vaihl had watched everything with interest happy to see her studies and late nights in the workshop had paid off, seeing the look on their faces was quite nice even for someone as collected as her it was hard to she simply nodded as she was thanked and watched happily as the soldier played with his new toys as did everyone else. Though Paradox seemed to have quite the harsh effect on Merc. Vaihl marshalled herself at that moment and gripped the soldier’s shoulder having heard that conversation with acute ears. She didn’t say a word Vaihl wasn’t as good at understanding such pain... that was Empathy’s strength... if she could arrange it maybe these two should see her. “We’ll get started shortly,” Vaihl pulled out her phone “Ten get in position we’re starting soon.” Ten smirked inside his mask and holstered his weapon “Okay, tell the kids to come on out Daddy wants to play.” Ten dissappeared from his perch and was off into the city “Name of game number one, hide and seek you folks are going to have to work together to first find me and then corner me its a victory when you’ve cut off my means of escape, if you go lethal I go lethal.” Ten cut comms and bailed into the city streets. Vaihl smiled at the how lightheartedly Ten was talking but this test was something the mercenary would take seriously and she wasn’t going to sit back and watch. “Let’s go I’ll be watching up close.” Vaihl removed her jacket and skirt and walked out to the balcony “The stairs are over there.” Vaihl was going to do some showig off of her own doing a five story back flip into the testing ground landing into a crouch . “Can’t wait to see what you are all capable of.”
|
|
|
Post by Envy on Nov 18, 2016 2:27:09 GMT
Techint smiles " Will everyone are you all ready to ace this test!? " Techint pulls his bandana around his face and grins wickedly then in a flash turns around to face everyone.
" So are we working on a plan or are we going to split up? Oh yeah one before I go I have this. " Techint removes his bag and pulls it JX-XJ9 a drone that custom made by Techint and a couple of other technopaths.
" This thing is faster than the other drones I have an I can completely merge with this drone and control from within. So basically I can cover with eyes in the sky and since this is tech were dealing with. If I can play my cards right and not trigger the system. I could have more ways of spotting Ten. " Techint says while starting up JX it hums to life.
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 18, 2016 2:42:46 GMT
"As much as I might dislike it I suspect that co-operation will be key." Says Greyman not even bothering to conceal his distaste. "So for that matter I would like a quick-run down of your abilities I've already worked out yours Technit but I have yet to hear from our new arrivals on the specifics of what they can do."
|
|
|
Post by Raz on Nov 18, 2016 4:21:05 GMT
The moment he felt the lioness' hand on his shoulder, their eyes locked. Almost imperceptibly he nodded and turned to the group. He whistled to get their attention. "Alright listen up everyone, before we go in there we need a plan. This guy probably know this place like the back of his hands which means he has homefield advantage. Only way we're going to beat him is if we out smart him. " he walked to the edge of the group and looked at each of them in turn. Though his gaze lingered on Grey as he brought up his point. "First rule of business is to get the notion that going it alone isn't going to work here. That might work against a dope dealer but it sure as hell won't work on this guy. If we're getting through this, we're getting through it as a team." He made sure Grey understood that working on his own wouldn't get him the job. "We can't make dumb mistakes out there, here you'll just be beaten. In the real world you'll be killed. I'm not about to let that happen."
"So, since none of you have likely tracked a man like him through a city like this, I'll be taking position as squad leader. I'll be moving with you pointing out locations of interest and possible resupply zones. If you find the target, do not engage until the rest of the team is with you. This guy is stronger than he appears."
His gaze moved towards Techint. "You'll be providing reconnaissance with those drones of yours. Be sure you keep one of them on us at all times. I don't want him making this interesting by getting the drop on us." He took a moment to think before adding. "Seeing as how we don't know how long this trail will take be sure you hack into the cities power system. I want visibility if we're staying over night. As well as those cameras that are around the city."
"Grey, you'll be taking point. If you can take a strike from me and go that fast then you'll be fine up front. If you see the target go for his legs. If we incapacitate him then the trial should be complete." He turns his head towards the twins.
"You two should guards the parties flanks. Here," He reaches down to his waist and removes the two spectres and hands them to them. "Those are submachine guns, don't take much experience to use them. Just point and shoot. They're currently loaded with rubber rounds so they should only incapacitate him. So if you see something out of place, blast it to he'll." That's when he hands them both two full clips of live ammunition. "If something happens out there and you think he might try to kill you, pop this in and shred him. I'll be honest I'm not sure how trust worthy these people are so if we go in there, only to find they've already cranked it up to lethal, I want to be prepared."
He took a look at his group as though he'd known them all his life. A small smile began to form, one reminiscent of a teen he used to run with. The one who gave him this same speech a few years ago."We may not know each other that well, but while this trial is on we are brothers and sisters of battle. If one of you go down, I will fight through hells half acre to bring you back. I hope you'll do the same for me."
With that he glanced around for Paradox. "Now, let's go find that grouchy bastard Paradox and get this started."
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 18, 2016 4:36:46 GMT
Grey grumbled a bit at everyone ignoring him but at least Merc understood how useful he was and clearly the scarred man had some kind of prior experience with this sort thing whilst Grey's combat experience was limited to practice matches in the Aikido dojo.
|
|
|
Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 18, 2016 11:28:16 GMT
Cecilie managed to rejoin group just in time for Merc's briefing. Now she was able to see him in a new light. Instead of friendly foreigner, he assumed role more fitting his appearance of a veteran soldier. It was good to have someone with this kind of experience with them. Still his plan seemed rather flawed in some way. "Pavle, my friend", she addressed Merc with a gentle smile, "I don't want in any way to question your competence or skills. More so, i totally agree that you should be the leader of this operation. But it seems to me that we should first learn about each other powers, just as our friend out there mentioned a couple of minutes ago. After that, we should plan our mission accordingly. I'm, for example, able to reshape my bones and quickly recuperate from wounds. This not only makes me an exceptional brawler and allows to act as human shield, if need arise. But also can be used in more creative ways, like scaling walls by growing right protrusions. And, by the way, it seems that you forgot about our good doctor. Or do you already have some other plans for him?"
|
|
|
Post by Envy on Nov 18, 2016 11:49:47 GMT
Techint looks out at simulated city man I wonder who the technopaths were that made this city. Smiling at the sight " I cannot wait to get down there and have so fun playing hide and seek with guns and such. " Jokes Techint he turns around to see that Ivory just came back upon seeing her new outfit he thinks " Man Ms.Barbas have a thing for people in tight clothing or something else... " Then goes back to the drone.
|
|
|
Post by Moferiah on Nov 18, 2016 12:32:41 GMT
Only after hearing Merc's whistle Livie finally tore her attention from the construct and quit tinkering with it returning to the real world. Approaching the rest of the gathering group, her new pet in tow, she intently listened to Pavle's briefing. It quickly put her in a more somber mood. While the thought that someone here knew what to do was comforting, finding herself with a submachine gun in hands was strangely disconcerting. And possibility, that in the worst case scenario they would have to use real bullets didn't help at all. Here's hoping it won't come to this. Heck, even thought of rubber bullets, whether they'd be used by her or against her, didn't make her particularly enthusiastic. Somehow thought of using Bonaparte for the similar purpose was less intimidating. Unlike Ivory she wasn't too used to violence, aside from occasional need to defend herself. Hearing her sister's words she turned to look at Bonaparte: "My powers must be fairly obvious already."
|
|
|
Post by Raz on Nov 18, 2016 14:12:40 GMT
For a moment, he simply stared at her as though she'd gone insane before laughing. "Sorry, sorry. I'm not used to everyone in my party having some form of ability or another. Still," He gestured towards those guns. "I recommend you hold onto those. This guy has likely been briefed on all of our powers, so pretty much any plan we come up with involving our powers. But something he probably won't be expecting is for concentrated fire to come at him from multiple points." He then glanced to the twin who's been keeping silent most of this time." You can use both Bonaparte and a weapon at the same time right? Or are you forced you use your concentration on your animal?" He glanced around to see if he good spot the good doctor. He looks back to Cecilia. "Your combat potential is noted. In fact if we can corner him we can probably have you and grey try to strike at him up close. How much damage can you take in a fight I wonder? Think you can get thrown through a sheetrock wall and keep fighting?" He says with the beginnings of a grin starting to form. That's when he spots Verhil. He hands him his pistol and a few clips of ammunition. "Your role is that of a combat medic. Unless otherwise told, do not engage target."
|
|
|
Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 18, 2016 14:58:02 GMT
"While she might be able to survive being thrown through a sheetrock wall." Says Grey "Without my forcefield I would most certainly be killed so do not allow that to happen."
|
|