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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 13, 2017 17:53:38 GMT
Have you heard of Blackwater? Probably not and if you have, either you are being hunted or too deep to get back out. Allow me to educate you...
Blackwater was founded by Pride Initiative, the Omni Compound and a mysterious benefactor that only the highest of the authority know vague knowledge of. The trio created Blackwater as a specialised Task Force that take on the ugliest, darkest and sometimes very illegal missions that need to be done. There is nothing heroic or honourable about what they do and knowledge of their deeds will never see the light of day. It's questionable, sometimes the success of these missions only benefit the ones funding them. One thing is for certain though: the world will probably be a worse place than it already is if it wasn't for Blackwater.
Blackwater resides in a secret Base called Zeus Compound, in an unmarked location. This Base is occupied by heavily armed soldiers that use tech from Pride to subdue any of the members of the Task Force should they become very disagreeable. The place is run by Commander John Rourke, a human who has seen it all and done it all. He will do whatever is necessary to accomplish the missions that Blackwater receive.
Now you are probably thinking. Who in their right mind would be willing to become a part of Blackwater Task Force and take on these suicidal missions? Well for one, some of them are not given a choice. And two, suicidal people! Washed up Swigs whose spotlight in the hero circle has long since faded would see this as an opportunity, to reclaim riches and fame by joining (Riches, maybe. Fame? Definitely not, but they don't need to know that. Recruitment will promise anything to get them to join.) Crazy mercenaries from around the world, Freak, Swig and human alike, will jump at the chance to earn a massive paycheck for whatever they are told to do. (Mercenaries are Recruitment's favourite I heard. Probably because they never say no, so blackmail never comes in hand.) Even Criminals from the Dreaded Drenched Heights! Promised freedom and clean slate if they join, away from the prison. (And into Zeus Compound. Hey, Recruitment weren't serious about the promises of freedom, are you mad?) The benefactors put their own in too! Omni and Pride always send some of their own into the Task Force to keep watch on these dodgey people! (Helps recruitment too, they get a little nervous after dealing with the Criminal lot.)
And while the benefactors have acknowledged their will probably be racial conflicts between Freak and Swig, numerous attempts of escape, never-ending death of members and even the odd bit of Betrayal, Blackwater never have too much difficulty finding replacements! I'm sure the Task Force tolerate one another after a couple of missions... We hope...
So the question here is this... Would YOU want to join Blackwater Task Force? You must be mad to try!
Look over there! They're bringing in the new recruits, some of them are even restrained! Let's have a look at them shall we? We might even see some existing members! Or Rourke himself!
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 15, 2017 17:27:39 GMT
A small group of armoured Guardsman rush into formation in front of the back doors belonging to an armoured transport vehicle. The two at the front hold ballistic Shields defensively while the other half stand behind, taser guns at the ready. All of them look apprehensive. "Are you sure this is her? Black Mamba?" on the shield bearers whisper to his partner, who shrugs a response. "Blackwater have captured far worse, but we've all heard stories about--" He stops his words short when one of the taser gunners nudges them, a silent order to remain focused. The driver runs around to the doors and prepares themselves to open it.
Inside, Jessica holds her fists up and spreads her legs out into a Combat stance, like a coiled viper ready to strike. "Come on guys, let's go! We didn't finish our little tumble back there!" She shouts with a laugh, her voice is laced with a faint British accent. Although she has been disarmed of anything she could use as a weapon, she can easily use herself to punch and kick her way out of this fray. Somewhere in her mind, she knows that it won't take long before they line up a good hit but like hell is she gonna just let them do that. She hears a countdown behind the doors. Upon the single word of 'one', the doors spring open and bright light pours in, blinding her sight for a half second. The two with Shields charge forward, as does Jessica. With a swift roundhouse kick, she deflects one's shield and sends it into the head of his partner, knocking him out of the truck. Jessica lunges and grapples the now disarmed Guardsman while he is dazed, she twists her body in the air acrobatically and wraps her legs around his neck while using her weight to try and bring him down. He's a strong one and with Jessica's light weight, he struggles and stumbles on his feet while gasping for air and trying to remain upright, both tumbling out of the truck. Jessica is about to apply enough pressure for a knock out when she feels two prongs pierce her back and her muscles spasm involuntarily. Her power is useless to defend against this, her legs let loose and she falls onto the ground. She tries to struggle when two other Guardsman standing just at the sides of the truck run over and place heavy duty cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but she can't recover quickly enough from the electrical surge. She curses at the Guardsman as they carry her inside.
The two shield men are taken to the infirmary, one with a concussion amd the other with a crushed larynx. "How in the hell did these guys manage to get her into the truck in the first place?" The driver asks one of the taser gunners, who is replacing their cartridge. "Beats me, pal. But I'm wondering how Rourke will be able to control this one..." He mumbles, very unsure if capturing one of Europe's deadliest assassins was a good idea. "She's a mercenary." The driver says. "They're the easiest. Promise them a lot of money and they will do whatever you like."
Meanwhile, Jessica is tossed unceremoniously into a courtyard. The Guardsman quickly close the doors and barricade them as she jumps up. Even restrained, she is pretty quick. "Yeah, that's right. Hide behind your security doors, arseholes!" She yells. She turns to see a lot more Guardsman in the courtyard, heavily armoured and taking positions around the place, these guys are the type to take down Tier three Darwins and as a Tier one, she feels that taking them on is a bad move. They look as if they're not paying much attention to her, but Jessica feels eyes all over her. "Well shit.." She mumbles to herself as two of them take position on her flanks, they guide her to a seat and forcefully sit her down.
"Black Mamba is accounted for. Standing by for the other recruits and Blackwater's arrival." One Guardsman says into an earpiece. Jessica wonders what the hell she has gotten herself into after accepting that job two days ago...
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Post by Shift on Jan 15, 2017 18:42:52 GMT
Garret walked down the street, clad in a dark trenchcoat and a mask. Alongside him prowled a large clay leopard. "The place should be around here. I've got the right coordinates. What do you think, Strider?" He asked the leopard. Of course, it didn't respond. Its only orders were to protect him, and aside from that it had no conscience. No emotion. If Garret wanted to, he could give it one, yet a bodyguard with its own mind wouldn't deem it very helpful if it decided to be a pacifist. He chuckled as he walked down the empty street, searching for the location of the meeting. He had gotten called during his last mission, saying that they had an opportunity that shouldn't be passed up and they'll pay a large sum of money for him to do it. Due to his love of money, Garret accepted, although he was cautious. They had given him a set of coordinates where he'll be escorted to the compound, saying "we want our location safe from thosse who may wish it harm". That's totally not ominous at all. Garret dismissed the thought and began looking for some kind of harbor where the escort had been sent.
"Gotcha!" Garret saw the harbor, which was full of guards, and a... submarine! "This definitely isn't some personal crusade kind-of mission. It seems pretty official", he muttered to himself. He approached the group of guards as he usually does: confident. He learned at an early age that appearing confidence is key to survival. Intimidation is key. No one messes with someone confident and intimidating without also being confident. He talked smoothly, not showing an ounce of the cautiousness and nervousness he felt. "I'm the mercenary you hired. Noe I'm getting in that sub until you guys tell me what you want from me, or..." He held his arm out to Strider, which growled in response to his mental command. The guards raised there weapons, but were calmed down by a soldier, presumably the commander. The commander walked through his men in a composed way. The look on his face sent a clear message:'Don't mess with me, 'cause if you do, don't expect to wake up tomorrow'. The commander cleared his throat and said,"At ease men, he deserves to know what we sent him for. Garret Mohannson, we've been watching you for a while now, and you have proven on many occasions that you are capable of strategic thinking and use of your unique abilities. That is why we have decided to give you a spot on Blackwater." Garret was unsettled. How had they known his name? How long had they been watching him? Do they know of his childhood? What was Blackwater? Garret responded, somewhat angry at being in the dark, "How long have you been watching me, and what is Blackwater?" To this, the commander simply said "A secret task force of the good and the bad."
Garret silently grunted, and reluctantly entered the submarine as the pilot set their destination. He took out some clay, and begun molding it. His trench coat wasn't just for show, it held many of his animations, ready to go out and do his bidding on a moments notice. His power made him a rather dangerous foe to go up against alone. Let's just say that Garret should never be left with a statue. Ever.
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Post by Shift on Jan 15, 2017 19:51:52 GMT
Garret was extremely bored. So bored, in fact, he created an army of mini knights and made them battle. Then he had a battle betweeen a dragon and a mech. He was still bored. He had tried to make out the conversations between the guards, but he couldn't make the words out. All he could hear was between the commander and somebody on the phone saying something about...Black Mamba! The best assassin in the UK! Clearly, the commander wasn't lying about the good and the bad. He doubted he could get anymore information than that, so Garret's mind wandered.
An hour or so later, Garret was harrasing the guards with legos. Strider was laying down, licking its paw. The guards found it a little creepy how it was just standing there, not even blinking, so Garret was forced to make it act more cat-like. All of a sudden the Submarine shook. Garret's eyes immediately looked at the window, and was greeted with sight of a docking bay. They reached the location.
The commander walked to Garret, as composed as ever, and said,"I'll be guiding you to the compound, and headquarters, of Blackwater. Zeus Compound. Do you mind...putting away your little pet?" Of course he meant Strider. Garret would've preferred not to, but he didn't think it was a good idea to piss off "Blackwater". He reluctantly sent a mental command, and Strider immediately condensed itself into a rectancle, which fit perfectly in Garret's pocket. The commander smiled and said,"Good. Now we can begin. Follow me, and I'll lead you to the other recruits and future teamates." "Like Black Mamba", Garret said. "...Yes, Black Mamba." The commander had a face of surprise, if only for a split second. He hadn't counted on Garret to pay attention.
The commander led him through an assortment of confusing hallways, or what could've been a maze. Eventually, he was led into a room of guards with enough weaponry to take out a tier 3 freak or swig. Garret's mind raced. Had he been led to a trap. No, far too elaborate. Then his eyes wandered to the middle of the room, surrounded by a barricade. The best assassin and most wanted in the UK. Black Mamba.
Keeping a cool exterior, Garret walked in.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 15, 2017 20:58:28 GMT
Jessica had been waiting around for awhile and nobody knew appearing in sight, the Guardsman watching her every move as if they think she is about to kill them in an instant. Suffice to say, she was pretty bored. The cuffs on her wrists were itching her skin, plus she needed them unlocked if things went bad and had to escape. She stretches her bound arms above her head, letting out a satisfying groan. Of course, this makes every Guardsman twitchy and they all raise their weapons to her in synchronisation. This amuses Jessica greatly. "Calm down, boys. If I wanted to make a move, you would already be dead now." She says sweetly, a grin spreading across her face. As she says this, she moves her hands to the back of her head, still under the pretense she is stretching. Deftly but very carefully, she removes a very small, very thin lockpick hidden in her hair. With her power, her body appears to be in the state of relaxation when in reality, she in on high alert and the Guardsman won't have any idea what she just plucked from her hair.
As she relaxes them, she spots a newcomer enter the room. Wearing a mask and trenchcoat, she recognises this one. The American mercenary known as Animate. A little hobby of Jessica's is revising and gathering knowledge of every man and woman for hire that is of significant importance. Just in case she comes across them during a job on not so friendly grounds. She smirks and sends a wink in his direction before becoming aloof to everybody around her again. She subtly gets to work on the cuffs and, after a minute or so, unlocks them. She loosens them ever so slightly to give her wrists some space, but not enough to make it obvious she just busted out of them. She won't strike just yet, she would be lying to herself if she said she isn't curious as to why she was brought here. Too bad she can't loosen the ones on her ankles, that one wouldn't be so easy to hide.
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Post by Shift on Jan 15, 2017 21:25:59 GMT
Garret was extremely nervous. He was in a room with an assassin, quite a few guards, and without any of his animations with him. He noticed Black Mamba casually stretching and giving him a wink. He wasn't sure how to respond to this action, but he cooly gave a salute to her. He wasn't in he mercenary game to purposefully make enemies, especially if they're his teamates and will most likely have his life on their hands during a mission. Yeah, he wasn't making this any better.
Tired of silence, Garret spoke up. "So guys, as much as I enjoy staring at Black Mamba and one of my possible teamates, can we just skip to the whole 'meeting the rest of our team and our employer'?" He was getting impatient, yet he tried to hide it. That was why he wore a mask. He couldn't let anybody know how he really feels. Only his closest friends and emeployers see him without a mask, and he intends to keep it that way. Garret also realized that the commander had left sometime ago.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 15, 2017 21:49:47 GMT
Jessica chuckles at this. "You can stare all you want, lovely." She smirks once more at him. "But I agree with Animate. The whole super overpowered forces of anti-darwin nature gets a little old a little fast." She says to no one in particular, sounding pretty bored with this. Nobody pays either of the two's words any attention, except one guard. "Stand by for the rest of the recruits and Blackwater Task Force."
"Yeah you still haven't exactly told me who this is." She says with a huff. Not that she gave them a chance back in Italy, where her job took her. As soon as she saw a dozen soldiers take aim for her, instincts kicked in. Managed to kill four of them before they detained her. Whoever they are, they know that her power's weakness is a paralysing hit, like a taser. That makes her worried about these people. When her words once again fall upon deaf ears, she sighs and sits down on the ground cross legged. A few Guardsman grip their weapons a little tighter at each move she does. "Guys are jumpy..." She thinks to herself.
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Post by Shift on Jan 15, 2017 22:50:49 GMT
Garret chuckled. " Let me guess, they thought you were too dangerous to be left alone, you killed them before an explanation was given, yada yada, you got captured?" He laughed again."Well, all I've been told is that Blackwater Task Force is a, well, task force for the good and the bad located in a place called the Zeus Compound. I'm pretty sure it's for freaks and swigs. That's all I got."
Garret took out some clay and molded it into a rat and put a camera in it. He slipped the rat on his trench coat and gave a mental command: Inspect the area as stealthily as possible. Upon 'hearing' this order, the animation climbed down his trench coat and crawled underneath the guards, careful not to be felt or seen. Once it found an area of ground weak enough, The animation then burrowed into the ground, searching for any kind of information in any other room.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 15, 2017 23:46:08 GMT
"You missed out the part where their kind of introduction were several gun barrels aimed at my head." Jessica shrugs a little. "I don't wait around for them to speak when that happens. And Swigs?" Jessica's face scrunches up in distaste, her ears caught interest in secret task force, but the word Swig caught more attention. "Swigs are only known for two things. Their obsession with fame and honour, and their ridiculous costumes. There's nothing practical about jumping into a scrap with a cape on your shoulders." Jessica was about to rant some more when the doors open once again. This time, two more Guardsman and an official looking officer wearing glasses and holding a clipboard, he looks more of a bookworm than a disciplined soldier. He stands in the room and looks at the two Freaks.
"My name is Supervisor Troy. You will address me only as Supervisor." He speaks with authority. "While we wait for our other arrivals, the commander has tasked me to test your abilities. While we have heard you reputation, we need to assess them so we know what kind of role you will take on within Blackwater Task Force. Black Mamba. Step forward." Jessica doesn't even get a second to stand up when two Guardsman hoist her up to her feet and lead her along. "Easy. I hate being touched..." She mumbles as they move her along to a wall in the courtyard. It opens up to reveal a shooting range, with human shaped targets at various distances, sizes and some look capable of automated movement. The two Guardsman that came with Troy start to place various firearms on the table. Jessica looks at the weaponry and back at Troy, who stands a few feet away from her.
"What? You want a demonstration? I get a little shy in front of an audience." She says to him, cocky as ever. Troy ignores her little comment and continues. "They say you're an excellent shot from your service in the military, which is further enhanced by your ability to alter your body." He turns to a Guardsman. "Remove her cuffs." The man looks skeptical, almost afraid. Before he can speak, Troy continues. "She can't shoot a gun while restrained, can she?"
"No need." Jessica says as she pulls her wrists free from the cuffs and lets them clatter on the ground. Of course, this sparks a sudden reaponse from the Guardsman, they tighten their grips but look at each other gobsmacked. "They were itchy. Mind getting my ankles, love?" She says to the Guardsman, who nods dumbly, clearly caught off guard by her little trick. "Ready some heavier cuffs." Troy whispers to his other Guard, who nods and heads back inside, looking over his shoulder once or twice.
"Go ahead."
With these words, Jessica picks up one of the handguns and runs her hand over the barrel with her free hand. Either these people are truly stupid, or heavily prepared. Giving a gun to her is like pouring gasoline onto a burning building... It does nothing but make a situation worse. But, she will play along. The mention of secret Task Force has her intrigued, they must pay with numbers containing more than 6 digits, right?
"Alright then. I'll humour you." Jessica says as she loads a clip into the handgun and pulls the barrel back. Troy takes a step back and places some ear defenders over his head, watching the firing range as he presses a button, some of the targets begin to move, rather fast as well. Jessica aims the handgun and inhales slowly. Her hearing begins halt, hearing only the beat of her heart, she can no longer smell the stale air around her, no longer taste her own saliva, or feel the cold steel of the gun. She has tuned down all of her sense but her sight, which becomes finely tuned, her reflexes heighten. She's ready to put on a show.
She squeezes the trigger, firing the first of many rounds and hitting a moving target square in the forehead. She snaps instantly to the next, repeating the this from target to target with the same result, keeping a quick but consistent speed. She then moves onto different firearms, going from submachine guns and revolvers to assault and marksman rifles. Each round finds it's mark the exact same location in each target, square in the forehead. She doesn't ever look away when changing weapons from her target, loading a clip into it with precision and discipline, focused on one thing: scoring a killshot every time. She sighs happily when she finishes using the last gun and placing it on the table, all senses tuning back to their regular state. Troy paid close attention and made several notes, most of the Guards watched in awe, disbelief and fear. The two with Troy come close to Jessica and begin to place her in heavier cuffs.
"There's your freebie, buddy. Let's talk business. I only accept transactions, no briefcases full of money or favours. I'm not cheap either, I expect the highest number you can think of from the top of your head. If I like that number, then that's what you pay me. I have two offshore accounts. Don't bother trying to track them, I had a technopath make them impossible to withdraw from except me and another person. 95% goes into one, 5% goes into the other. Now these accounts are--" Jessica keeps explaining in a business like tone as she is cuffed and lead back over to the middle of the room. She halts her rehearsed speech and looks over to Garret. "Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."
"Mr. Mohannson. Please come forward." Troy calls out, flipping a fresh page over on his clipboard.
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Post by Shift on Jan 16, 2017 0:38:27 GMT
Wow. He had heard Black Mamba's aim was good, but damn! He walked up to Troy and calmly said, "What do you want me to do?" He smirked beneath the mask. He loved showing off. He began calculating about what animation he should use. He had a swarm of legos: good for weak units; Strider: good on singular units. He also had a statue of a roman soldier condensed in one pocket. He has made sure that he'd never be caught off guard.
His little rat buddy was under the ground, searching all the rooms with a soft enough floor to burrow through. Not much info. Garret sent a new order though: spy on their "supervisor". Something about him rubbed Garret the wrong way.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 16, 2017 1:02:39 GMT
Troy readjusts his glasses. "Your power allows you to bring... Objects to life." He squints at his notes to see if he read that right. This catches Jessica's attention too. She read about that, but never seen it for herself. "These animations are then controlled by your every whim through telepathy. Let us see the demonstration of this."
Troy gestures to the two Guardsman, who bring in a life size mannequin, with all little details from fingers and toes to facial features. "Care to demonstrate what these commands can do?" the two Guards back off and then ready their weapons, one at the mannequin and the other at Garret, incase he chooses to make the mannequin attack.
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Post by Shift on Jan 16, 2017 1:46:56 GMT
At the mention of his little field test, Garret was happy. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this!" Garret smirked.
In the span of two seconds the mannequin grabbed the guard closest to it and bent the elbow to his back and kicked him to the ground. The remaining guard backs away slowly, and opens fire on the mannequin. The mannequin was left into tiny pieces. Fantastic. The guard lunges at Garret, baton in hand. Garret crouched below the guard and did a low sweep kick. Even after being knocked down, the guard still moved to get up. Dang, Garret thought, these guys are persistent! No matter. He mentally commanded the broken off hands of the mannequin to hold down the ever-persistant guard.
"Alright. I've done your test. Now what? Cause I'm sure as hell not going to just stand here waiting, supervisor." Garret still stood calmly, as if it was nothing. In actuality, he had a blast using his powers! "Oh, and if your wondering how in depth I can go, have a look." He took out another one of his animations: a clay ballerina. What? He has a soft spot! The ballerina began to dance elegantly, even throwing in a jump here and there. Then it began to breakdance. The balleriana, on command, then condensed in on itself. He picked the now clay cube and placed it in his pocket. He began to look around, and saw that the whole room was pretty shocked. He simply said "What? You've never seen a ballerina breakdance?"
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Post by projectekertest33 on Jan 16, 2017 2:42:07 GMT
Daisy cracked one eye open as the truck they were being carried in went over a pothole causing her manacles to softly jingle. On the other side her brother Jack was snoring like a chainsaw, a thin line of drool was hanging out of the corner of his mouth threatening to splatter onto his trousers. "Oy dum-dum wake up I think we're almost there."
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Post by jackygirl on Jan 16, 2017 2:42:11 GMT
(OOC: Will do my character sheet in a second)
Jack woke with a start at the sound of his sister's voice, he'd been having a lovely dream about that handsome lad they'd met in Dublin but now he remembered he was back on some military truck after having been kidnapped by some shady goons... again! It was probably his sister they were after it always was he would just be the means to control her again! No one seemed to value the power to slow-down time (or was it just speeding up his brain?, He wasn't sure) because his body still moved at the same speed as everyone else's, well so what it meant he always won at chess! Ugh and they'd probably put him back on military rations he hated that. "Alright butch, alright I'm awake though I kinda wish I wasn't." As far as he knew he was the only one who got to call her butch and get away with it even the guy Daisy used to have a crush on had got a righteous smack for calling her that.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Jan 16, 2017 2:50:14 GMT
Daisy ground her teeth, why couldn't the little brat take anything seriously? She'd spent so long trying to keep them safe and out of the hands of the people who wanted to use them but he always wandered off, caused a fuss or started jumping into bed with the nearest guys he could find it drove her up the wall and she'd bet money that it was how they'd been found this time as well. He was her brother however and she'd promised ma to always look out for him so if any of these fuckers so much as touched a hair on his head she was going to rip out their guts and shove them back down their throats. "Just be ready shit-head." As if on cue the truck came to a stop and she tensed waiting for whatever came next.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 16, 2017 3:01:43 GMT
All the remaining guards react to the mannequin's attacks, ready to put it and it's master down until Troy held up an signal to stop them. Troy writes down several notes at the end of the assault and nods. "That is all, Mr. Mohannson. Now would you kindly disable... What is left of your animation?" as he says this, the guards once again raise all of their weapons towards him. It is a silent stand off, except for the sound of Jessica clapping and letting out a small cheer. "See! I'm not the only who has it out for you wankers!"
Troy puts a finger to his ear, where a small headset is seen. "Yes. Bring them in, tests have already begun."
(Troy will be an NPC from now on. Anybody can feel free to control him in their scenes.)
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Post by Shift on Jan 16, 2017 3:11:27 GMT
Garret was face to face with the guards, all holding him at gunpoint. "No need to shoot, boys." He said to the guards, before turning his attention to the mannequin. "Well, it was nice knowing you while you were... you know. Not decapitated." Garret said to the mannequin, full aware that he looked crazy while doing, and honestly, he didn't care. He tends to grow attached to his animations, even if they are just extensions of him. The mannequin condenses into a little rectangle. After hearing Troy talking on the earpiece, Garret became cautious on who the next recruits were. He was beginning to wonder if he was the only one to come in peacefully.
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Post by jackygirl on Jan 16, 2017 3:28:16 GMT
Jack and Daisy got hauled in to the room just in time to see a bunch of... mannequins? Collapse to the floor, also in the room was a bunch of assholes with guns (like he needed more of those), a lady in a super-tight skinsuit and some dude looking like he'd just walked out of a Fallout game. He heard a grunt from behind him as Daisy was pushed to her knees the manacles clinking around her hands and feet. As much as he hated to admit he knew it was probably smart of them, he'd never asked about what happened to their guards back in the old facility but the bloodstains he'd spotted on the way out hadn't made it to hard to figure out, he knew for a fact her fists could crack dog skulls (one of the facility's crueller tests) so he guessed they could probably do the same for humans.
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Post by Lady-Lee on Jan 16, 2017 3:38:59 GMT
Tabitha hopped out of the truck they brought her in, smile stretched out across her face. While she knew the risks of working with groups like this she also knew the possibilities, groups like this pay well if you prove yourself.
Happily striding past guards making a point of letting them know she wasn't armed (though she could change that at any moment). Strutting into the main area she was happy to see that things already kicked off with people showing off skills, and closer inspection left her chuckling. Fucking Black Mamba, even if they never met Tabi knew about the girls reputation, and Animate, another top shelf merc.
"Ohh look at the little murder party. Hi Mamba big fan of the whole 'kill everybody' thing." Smiling she drifts towards Mamba, probably getting closer than she should before turning her attention towards Troy and Garret. "And lookie lookie, mister controller himself. Must be nice to have expendable minions do you're bidding. Also, hello Animate it's a pleasure to meet you."
With a smile she steps away from the others before she teleports a cigarette and lighter to her hands and begins smoking it, just a little demonstration of her power so she can avoid any big tests. A smile across her face as she watches, curious to see who else arrives. At that moment later she see's two more people dragged in, shackles jingling and reminding Tabi that not everybody here came willingly.
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Post by Shift on Jan 16, 2017 3:47:17 GMT
Garret was busy... actually he ran out of things to do, when two people were thrown in the room. Both seemed to seemed to be related, and rather disgruntled. He turned his direction towards Troy, saying, "Is it too hard to just ask them instead of holding them hostage? I mean come on! How do you expect a task force to work well if they're being forced to do it. It might as well be some sort of suicide squad!" To this, Troy just said, "We must do whatever is necessary." Sure you do, Garret thought. Well, he might as well introduce himself. "My name's Animate, and over there is Black Mamba, and before you ask, no, I'm the one who brought you here. I'm here for the same reason you are, although the team they sent after me didn't to capture me." He threw a snide look at Troy, who was busy looking over his paperwork. "Anyhow, apparently they want us to be a part of some task force full of freaks and swigs. You are in their headquarters, the Zeus Compound." There's no harm in acting friendly, right?
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 16, 2017 3:50:50 GMT
Jessica chuckles at this. "Good to see that somebody knows talent when they see it." She says with her own smile, which comes off pretty sinister from a professional assassin, even if it was just casual. Whether the girl is serious, sarcastic or just trying to flatter her ego, she doesn't care. "But please, I don't do autographs." She watches her create a cigarette and lighter to her hands, possibly teleportation.
"Neat party trick. But there's more to it than you're actually showing... And I find myself curious." She smirks at her before turning to the two kids. "Guess this Blackwater takes on minors as well?" She says to Troy, still smirking. He just ignores her once more.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Jan 16, 2017 3:55:40 GMT
Daisy spat "I only have one thing to say to you pigs, GET YOUR STINKING HANDS OFF MY BROTHER BEFORE I RIP OFF YOUR HEADS AND PISS DOWN THE HOLE." The red mist clouded her vision as she strained against the chains and the guards now struggling to hold her down the crystallisation spreading across her body. To those watching her skin would have into a mikly white crystal with occasional extrusions that seemed to bend unnaturally when she moved. She could see Jack biting his lip as he watched her struggle the idiot being as useless as always.
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jackygirl
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Post by jackygirl on Jan 16, 2017 4:03:04 GMT
Daisy was being her normal hard-headed self and not thinking, what was the point of struggling? They were surrounded by dudes with guns and she was in chains what the fuck could she do? "Hey there I'm Jack, butch over there is called Daisy sorry about her she has anger issues." Play nice get on their goods sides then K.O. them and make a break for it, this is why he was the brains... plus gas mask dude might be hot under there. "So another shady military organisation, reat I had enough of this growing up."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 16, 2017 4:26:33 GMT
Jessica raises an eyebrow at the girl's little Freak out. "Okay then so one of the minors has anger issues. What's a squad without a nutcase huh?" She also takes the time to analyse the two. They're young, most likely mid twenties and their similarities says they're siblings, if the sister's angry shouting didn't point it out already... She's hot-headed, angry but she's also an armour Freak, one that transforms their body into a harder substance. Difficult to kill, those ones but explosives rounds work wonders on them, the ones Jessica hunted down in the past who think they're indestructible have a hilarious expression on their face when she blew half of their torso into pieces with those rounds.
The boy on the other hand, she's still trying to work out his abilities. He's a little more relaxed, possibly careless. Also he doesn't seem so intimidated by all the armed, mysterious guards. He and his sister have been through this shit before Jessica concludes...
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Post by jackygirl on Jan 16, 2017 4:36:25 GMT
For the first time Jack notices the lady smoking in the corner "Hey so you've been quiet wanna say hi or are you going for that cool mysterious vibe? No worries either way I just wanna know Also yeah Daisy can get a bit nutty pretty sure that's why she never gets laid but eh what can you do she has mummy issues. So we're not getting strip-searched are we? That's what happened last time we got caught and I swear they search EVERYWHERE and that guy had super cold hands although probably didn't matter after Daisy tore them off and busted us out." Jack realised he was running his mouth again, Daisy was always yelling at him for that actually thinking about it... he had mentioned his powers to a guy to try and get in his pants was that how they got found? Shit better hope Daisy never found out.
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Post by Lady-Lee on Jan 16, 2017 5:16:31 GMT
Pulling in a puff from her smoke Tabi begins to laugh at the boys comments. Waltzing over to Jack she places her face very close to his and running a hand through his hair, relishing in the rage induced glare from his sister.
"Aww aren't you just the sweetest thing, rambling like you're at your first day of school and not at all like you're in a room of trained killers that are probably deciding how rip your sister limb from limb if she doesn't learn to shut up."
Stepping just out of Daisy's range of movement Tabi gives her a smile. "I'll i'll try shoving a frag in her mouth."
Stepping back she places the smoke back in her mouth smiling to the siblings.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Jan 16, 2017 5:26:20 GMT
Daisy had gone past the screaming phase and had settled into the stage of cold rage she narrowed her eyes as the lady with the cigarette touched Jack "Get your hands off him ya slut." Ma's rule number three keep strange ladies away from Jack lest they lead him down the wrong path. In hindsight given Jack's preferences ma should have probably said strange men but a rule was a rule and she'd never questioned ma. She let out a low growl and turned her gaze to the guy who seemed to be in charge "So dickless why don't you tell what ya want before I eat your eyeballs."
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Post by Deaths on Jan 16, 2017 7:44:05 GMT
“It’s time to meet our new fans.” Cosmo states with a grin from ear to ear. If Night had any objections he didn’t care to hear them, yeah this arrangement wasn’t the best, and it was kind of his fault, but Night will have to bear with it. Cosmo has a bad habit of spending more money than he currently possess. That’s when the Blackwater agents decided to show up. It turns out they weren’t interested in him at all, but they wanted his partner Night her skills were ‘Much more useful than your pallor tricks.’ one of the very rude agents stated. “Pallor tricks how dare they.” He angrily repeats to himself as he gets his outfit in shape.
The agent pressed hard for information on Night, but Day being the honorable, loyal, and responsible friend that he was would never sell her out…. for less than two hundred thousand dollars USD. When they happened to have that on hand he couldn’t have dialed Night fast enough, telling her about this great job, all of these wonderful things. Forgetting to all the negatives, he feigns surprise over there new situation. If Night ever learned the truth….well Day liked his manhood still attached. His greed taking the better of him, he convinced the Agents that Night would only come if he did too since they were a package deal.
Snapping back to reality Day goes over his outfit one last time as they approach the doors leading to their new teammates. He has all his basic magic tricks hidden in his sleeves, pushing his hair into his top hat he walks to the door. “Let me make the first impression, I think it’s for the best.” He smiles using his powers to create a little twinkle on his perfect teeth, as he winks. He draws a small speaker from his shirt and hit play as he rolls it through the door. It rolls a few feet into the courtyard and begins to play much louder than you would think the little speaker could.
The tradition circus theme begins to play a loud welcoming ensemble as spotlights form magically in the air pointing towards the door as they begin to dance around the courtyard. “Ladies and gentlemen, boy and girls, freaks swigs and humans of all ages.” Day shouts doing his best to imitate a circus ringmaster he continues. “I welcome you to where ever this place is.” A short pause happens as he has the lights focus on the open door. “It seems we have a celebrity in the house tonight. All the way from the UK, you know her, you fear her, and you might be killed by her.” He pauses to add a little drama to the presentation. “BLACK MAMBA!” The lights point towards her as Day begins to applause from behind the door, he brings the lights back towards center stage and continues his speech. “No with that out of the way and the opening acts over with.” One light hovers over Daisy for a few seconds, but then comes back to the stage. “The main event has arrived, and I have to tell you it’s a great show he has planned.” The music stops playing and the speaker switches to a drum roll. “The man you all have been waiting to see. The one, the only Cosmoooooooooo Constance.” A round of applause plays through the speaker as Cosmo walks through the door, his white gem covered suit and top hat are blinding with the lights on him.
The speaker shuts off as he continues to bow to his captive audience. “Thank you thank you. I am Cosmo, but please call me Day.” A perfect smile is shown as he removes his hat, and throws his hair like a model in a shampoo commercial. “Um can we put a yellow gloss on the lights please getting a little blinded here.” He looks up towards the lights at an imaginary teamster running the lights. With a wave of his hands the gloss he requested shows up softening his appearance. He smiles at the crowd having his teeth literally sparkle when he makes eye contact. “But.” He states his ringmaster voice returning. “But the best in world is nothing without his assistant. Ladies and gentlemen it is my honor…no privilege to introduce the Bonny to my Clyde, the great master of all things unseen…NIGHT!” He moves away from the door pointing his cane towards it with an expecting smile, though he knows far too well she won’t actually show up. “Oh come on now Night. How do you expect to make friends if you can’t even make an entrance?” He snaps his fingers and the lights shut off, using a small amount of his power softens his personal glow a bit, but he has more than enough juice if need be. Now he waits annoyed for his partner to make her entrance.
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Post by Serph on Jan 16, 2017 8:29:21 GMT
Night didn’t even bother responding to Day as he started going on about their fans and dolling himself up. This was Day after all. She’d be more confused if he wasn’t overly pampering himself before they meet someone. With a sigh she tried to focus on what to do now that they were driving towards some sort of compound. She should have known better than to trust Day when he was excited and chattering about a high profile case and failed to mention a single negative downside. Normally she just assumed he wasn’t stupid enough to get them into something without a way out, but apparently she’d have to reconsider that.
With a sigh she continued trying to work out where they were even going and what the job was. Stealing something most likely, but more specifically what? Not that she had much time to puzzle over this when Day started whipping out his speaker for his grand entrance. With a groan she watched him, he would. They hadn’t been there for 3 seconds and he was already announcing members of the room and working through his entrance. Flashy as always. Though perhaps the only thing of note in his commentary was that Black Mamba was around. Wasn’t she an assassin? Narrowing her eyes at the entrance she waited for Day to burst through and give her a glance at whoever was on the other side and a route out of his intro. Stepping soundlessly after him, she started to pull her shadow and the door’s a little closer to her person, blending herself into the background as Day pushed through the doors for his shining moment. She slipped out behind him, sliding herself easily into the shadows on the walls, out of Day’s spotlight and hopefully unnoticed by everyone else in the room. She didn’t want to be associate with this. Day would hopefully stick to his own entrance and leave her out.
It was wishful thinking at best, a fact she knew all too well as Day started to announce her. Letting the shadows slide subtle off as she made it far enough away from the main attraction, she could only watched in annoyance as Day called her an assistant and started calling for her to come out. What an idiot. She watched him try and perform for a few moments, even putting on a good huff at her apparent stubbornness. It was his own fault for trying to do this and then taking his eyes off her. He should really know better by now. “Boo! Get off the stage,” Night called, half annoyed and half resigned by Day’s shenanigans. He was going to drag her into this somehow so may as well enter on her own terms. Too bad she couldn’t pretend not to know him.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jan 16, 2017 13:08:26 GMT
Jessica watches the over dramatic entrance with amusement at first, then annoyance when the light shines into her eyes. She raises her bound arms to shield her face from it. "Do you mind lad? I don't need my eyes burnt out of my skull!" She shouts before the light turns away. A show off. Jessica thought. I thought Blackwater were going to take on professionals? No matter. He will probably get shot sooner or later.
With most of the recruits in now and some demonstrations, some without even having been asked, Commander Rourke enters the room with Troopers, they look more dangerous and more disciplined than the Guardsman around here. How many of these guys do they have in this facility? He stops with his hands behind his back and standing upright. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I'm sure most of you are wondering what you are doing here and while some got a little information, it's time I give you a full briefing."
He begins to pace slowly, like a cliché commander giving a briefing... Well... That's exactly what this is... "This is Zeus Compound, it was created by three benefactors which two you may have heard of. KRV and Pride Initiative. This Base and their staff have all been highly trained in extracting Darwins of interest and bringing them here, no matter how volatile and dangerous." He shoots a quick look at Jessica and Daisy, the former merely shrugging. "You are the latest batch of recruits for Blackwater Task Force, a group of the good and the bad. You all have skills and powers that we need for the blackest of black ops. These missions are dangerous, they are sometimes suicidal, but they have to be done for the greater good of the world. Your actions will go unnoticed, this is not the stuff to be made public and it never will. Get to know your teammates, because you're stuck with them until further notice. Briefing will begin at 1800 hours." He turns to his set of troops. "Take them to the showers blocks."
The troops nod and move to lead them into their respective showers, the female block and male block. Jessica is thinking as she lead on through. Super Secret Death Squad... At least now I know they're not out to kill me, but send me into a place to get killed. Just another day at the office...
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