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Drama Marvel Heroes: Resurgence

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  1. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Mary Formal, Liz Merrick, Dugan’s Tavern
    Location: International District, Triskellion


    A Helicarrier, is one of those large aircraft carriers you can see docked on the east side of the Triskelion’s docking area.Lucky advised, having clearly heard the E-Branch secondee's repeated queries.

    Liz smiled gratefully, and politely murmured her thanks, whilst Alastor looked around the others and belatedly enquired if that information was secret these days.

    Their eyes meeting across the table, Liz and Mary both surmised that a 'helicarrier' was basically an aircraft carrier that couldn't get enough of helicopters.

    Anyway, one I was on was an older one, one of the ones that survived the Skrulls, was designed to purge certain areas if need be, like if it took damage, got boarded, or had a biological outbreak. So it was able to keep flying, really all the thing needs to fly is it’s engineering area and central infrastructure."

    Mary frowned. She had forgotten that the thing was supposed to fly. So maybe not a normal aircraft carrier after all.

    "But anyway that’s not the point. I’m just surprised you didn’t know about 'em, they’re a pretty common sight around here, even before I joined SHIELD.

    "Oh, we're new." Liz advised.

    "And thanks to Jocasta," Mary chimed in to throw the AI under the bus, no IT pun intended, "I've got lower clearance than your Dugan's Burger."

    She glanced at Redstone to see a gadget of some type materialise in his hands, and he now divided his attention between it and the table conversations.

    "Anyway, I have derailed this conversation enough." Alastor drew Formal's attention back to himself. "Now that we know about my impression of Lazarus-"

    The only impression Mary was getting as she peered at the speaker, was that he was really piling on the superlatives, for beating death one time. She was no psychologist, so she had no read on what that meant.

    "-why don't you all tell me about yourselves, or you can ask questions, I don't mind. I'm in an unusually open mood tonight, probably can blame Moira for that."

    His female companion graciously accepted the charge.

    Redstone looked at both E-Branch women, and enquired after their last exciting case.

    "Till we get word from London, our exciting stuff is classified, I'm afraid." Liz paused to think. "Well, I was involved in our own version of the Skrull incident of course."

    Mary tuned her friend out at the mention of the Skrulls. She had no time for Teutonic football hooligans, no matter how wantonly destructive.

    "I'm a telepath, so I was tasked with helping to weed them out of the Civil Service." She continued, accepting the plate with her ordered salad, and cutlery wrapped in a serviette, from a server. "I felt a lot like Rick Deckard in Blade Runner. If fact," the brunette broke into a bashful smile, "one of my co-workers was calling me 'Rachel Deckard' after the first one I caught."

    After Liz had finished her recollection, it was Mary's turn.

    Chewing on the melted cheese and pineapple of her first pizza slice, and using her knife and fork to slice up another morsel, Formal eventually announced. "Well mine wasn't even E-Branch business. While a team of us were in Australia, their ASI, um, Australian Special Intelligence, seconded me to their navy, and made me an Acting Sub Lieutenant." She also smiled at the memory, although she was thinking of her uniform blouse - short-sleeved white button-down, gold loop on her black shoulder epaulettes - "I got flown by helicopter to where their fleet was shadowing this disguised enemy torpedo boat that had taken out one of their boarding teams."

    "Where was I?" Liz interrupted, eyes wide.

    Mary waved in dismissal. "Oh, you were off with The Helicopter Spies." She paused to take a second bite of her pizza. She wasn't letting it go cold for these people.

    "Oh, right, yes. Xanadu. We, we were tracking billionaire recluse, Malinari, for international serial murder..."

    Mary stared across the table. This...This was straying into the vampire stuff, without mentioning the V-word! "...and human trafficking."

    "Yes. That too."

    Mary carried on chewing, peering round the group. She would continue after swallowing this.

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  2. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    IC: Alastor

    “Malinari...” Alastor repeated the name quietly, “You’d think something like that would ring a bell.” It did, of course, but in truth he didn’t know why. An eidetic memory was a wonderful thing, but in this case it probably meant he’d only heard the name in passing, of he’d actually heard it at all. He’d taken some blows to the head that didn’t quite properly heal even with his abilities.

    “Anyway, sister was a telepath. You can imagine the torture that was growing up.” He picked up one of his fries, covered in a fine mixture of chili and cheese. “Never got away with anything.” He plopped the fry in his mouth and chewed. Now he had some information to pass along to be looked into, if it needed to be, and with him hearing the world Telepath, well his mental shields went from ‘all's well passive’ to ‘Iron Curtain’. He didn’t expect her to try anything, SHIELD had rules about telepaths, but still, he wasn’t trusting.

    “Sounds like the both of you have had some interesting events happen to you in your careers tho. We could share stories. Some of them anyway.” Especially since it seemed like they were worried about letting something slip, just a subtle shift in the IR they gave off, how their faces flushed. “Especially the serial murder on, before the whole Skrull event, I was something of a P.I. ‘Zingari Retrieval Service’. Even had a catch phrase, ‘not all is lost’. Those were simpler days.”

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  3. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: SGCs 28.57^3
    Wundagore Citadel
    Wundagore mountain, Transia

    Oh!? You were a prisoner of Doom?” The Noble Rakshasa exclaimed aloud with undisguised incredulity. His eyes peered with curiosity as he took a few steps around. “Fascinating.”

    SGC stepped back a small step at the others approach. His mouth tried to work at such an affront, but to be honest from his times as a captive, from his time free, and his time with his sole friend and these gypsies nobody had ever questioned him when he had told them about his past. Granted for much of that time he never shared his past, but that was not the point.

    “With all due respect, Noble Rakshasa…” Sir Aslan interjected in his majestic voice. “We should see to our guests creature comforts, yes?”

    The Tiger-Mage shook the look of irritation almost as quickly as it had manifested. “Of course. You are right, Sir Aslan.” He intoned genially.

    “Then see to it.”

    Canis.” Sir Urson called out in a deep voice. Almost immediately, a dog-headed figure in tanned leathers emerged.

    “Yes, my lords?”

    Canis had black fur and was clearly of Doberman stock. The alertness of his pedigree was evident. By his gear, one could surmise he was a hunter. Similar to one of the gypsies he figured.

    “Please escort our guests to the kitchen and see that they enjoy a meal. Lady Mantra is seeing to their other arrangements.”

    “At once m’ lord.”

    Without missing a beat, Canis turned to SGC and his human companions.

    “This way please.”

    Bowing his head SGC gave his consent. To be honest he had not refound his voice from the exchange. Too many things were happening and things were nothing like he truly expected.

    Canis lead the small band down another corridor, moving further into the Citadel. The walls were tall and changed between modern and medieval designs. There were decorations and other curiosities about, but none of which they stopped to admire. It was so odd, familiar and historical. Dramatic and functional layered upon each other. It was weird.

    “Down through these doors.” Canis instructed.

    The wooden double doors opened and the group came into a large chamber. The kitchen was a fairly large affair, apparently built to feed a small army- or a very voracious company. The kitchen staff took notice of the new arrivals, but did not linger on them. Canis gestured for the group to sit at a presently empty table.

    “Please.”

    Barsali and Harman shared looks, but complied. They were hungry, and they had no doubts the blind man, Erasmus, more so. SGC shuffled to a spot that he could lean back in with his lower abdomen could be jutting forward under the table whilst his thorax and joint between it and his abdomen was propped on the chairs edge allowing him to 'sit'.

    As they sat themselves, Canis went over and spoke to one of the cooks, who nodded in understanding. It was not long before large cups of drinks were brought to the table along with steaming plates of food and cutlery.

    “It’s not much. But…please enjoy.”

    “Oh, my. What a wonderful aroma.” Erasmus managed to say, as he received his portion.

    “You have our gratitude.” Barsali intoned, then nodded at Harman, indicating that it was O.K. for him to eat.

    "It is greatly appreciated." Which it was as he reached out to grab one of the drinks he nodded as he brought it to his mandibled mouth and carefully began to drink. The fluids were a welcome reprieve from all that he had expended coming here. Although to be honest it could of been drainage water and he would not of cared at this point. His thorax heaving as he began to drink it down faster and faster to sate some hollow part of him before turning to the food.

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  4. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Dugan’s Tavern
    International District, Triskellion

    Dr. Redstone raised an eyebrow at the mention of ‘Malinari.’

    “From what I understand…” He started carefully. “Europol wanted to handle this themselves and basically resisted any aid from S.H.I.E.L.D. They wished to keep things local, sort to speak.

    I’m also given to understand that this position has changed, given certain recent developments.”

    At this, Sebastian gave a knowing nod.

    “They could have used the help of a…certain associate. You may have heard his name. Blade.”

    Dr. Redstone made sure to catch the expressions from the two E-Branch operatives.

    “You might still get to meet him, what with out own ongoing investigation on Deacon Frost.”

    A sigh escaped the Doctor’s lips and he offered a weary smile.

    “Apologies, we should talk about actual work tomorrow…”

    Raising his glass, he took a long sip. Moira took this as her cue to interject.

    “Well, I just want to say how glad we are to have you both here at S.H.I.E.L.D. We could use more beauty and intelligence among our staff.”

    “Cheers.”

    With her free hand, she motioned for the drinks to keep coming.

    Furtively, she glanced peripherally at Alastor. The fact that he mentioned his sister took her by surprise, despite being able not to show it. In her mind, she wasn’t sure if the drinks were helping to keep painful past memories at the bottom where they belonged, or just bringing them up to the surface, unbidden.


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  5. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: SGC 28.57^3 & GM Greyjedi125 COMBO!
    Inside Wundagore Citadel Kitchen
    Wundagore mountain, Transia

    Harman and Erasmus both ate in silence, enjoying the food they had been given. Truth be told, it was a welcomed change from their journey up to the Citadel.

    Barsali looked upon them all as he too chewed and drank. His body was relaxed and recharging, but his mind was at work. Casually, he leaned over to SGC and spoke in a low voice.

    "So,what do you think about all this? "

    Even though he tried to keep his expression neutral, there was concern etched upon his countenance.

    SGC leaned back as he swallowed another bite of his food before leaning somewhat to the side toward Barsali. "I am not sure. Some is like home before, some is primitive."

    Home. Would they see home again? The dark haired young man could only wonder, but decided not to entertain that thought just yet.

    "I don't see any other..." Barsali paused and looked around, making sure no one was in earshot before he continued. "...humans around." He said finally.

    "This place is like nothing I imagined. I still can't believe we made it. But I'm glad that we did....somewhat."

    The gypsy gave SGC a reassuring smile. They all only met recently, however, it felt like they were family. Barsali then took a swig of his own drink, to help settle his unease. It was going to take sometime to get used to their new surroundings. He mused that perhaps, this is how SGC felt when he was the only one of his kind among humans. That in itself was a sobering thought. Also, he'd never set foot inside Latveria, much less Castle Doom, but he'd heard about the wondrous mix between the new and old worlds. This, he found very ironic.

    The other side of the coin, as it were.

    "What will you do?" He asked after a long pause.

    SGC could not help but add his own long pause to that question as he busied himself with eating. To be honest he did not know. Not truly. Perhaps that was the best way to do it, to find an answer was to state the lack. After all as one scientist had said sometimes only then could you truly look for a solution by acknowledging and defining the problem first.

    "I don't know. Even here I am a step apart. I am not one of many, not truly, I still do not 'fit with the crowd'. I never did at home either, but at least they tried to help me as I in turn helped them. Here they appear chaotic, a blend of things that largely reminds me of what came when my home became my prison." Sipping his drink he paused, letting that outlay seep in for a moment. "These are simple people and High Evolutionary or not I do not see them helping me to fit in with others. Perhaps if Lady Mantra had not been beckoning me here I would of simply asked for the gypsies help, you like these seem to be the advanced with the archaic but in a more refined and simple form to fit in with the world." Looking at his food he simply tucked into it once more.

    “That depends on you’re meaning of ‘fit in with others…”

    Lady Mantra’s voice was heard as she approached, having already entered the kitchen.

    “If you wish to act like others, that is entirely up to you. I can help you look more human, if that is what you truly wish.”

    Barsali, Harman and Erasmus turned to regard the regal Lady as she neared. The two gypsies offered acknowledging nods.

    “We could even restore your friend’s eyesight, should he wish for it.”

    Erasmus drew in a sharp breath. He was astounded at such a pronouncement; presently leaving him at a loss for words.

    “Forgive me, I did not wish to interrupt your conversation or intrude on your meal. I simply came by to tell you that your guest rooms are ready. You could retire for the night after your meal, or meet with at the library. Canis can escort you to whichever destination you choose. Please, make yourself at home.”

    Lady Mantra paused, in the event there were any words or questions the new guests might have. Should there be none, she would offer a gracious bow, before turning to the exit and retreating to the aforementioned library.

    SGC's head whipped around at the voice coming into the conversation. He had expected Canis to interject, those ears he doubted were merely decorative, but to have Mantra intrude upon the conversation was an odd one. It left him somewhat speechless as she had stated that they could make him human and restore his amic's sight.

    He sat there in silence. Did he? After all that time living alone, all that time with amic, all that time with the gypsies, all that time a prisoner and all that time with his family. He had lost so much and for most of that path he had been trying to loose the only thing he has kept. Himself.

    "I will come." he simply stated. It was all he could say as he looked away from her. Unsure of himself.

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  6. Ameteth

    Ameteth Jedi Master star 1

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2009
    IC: Psion
    Lower Manhattan, NYC


    It took a good deal of effort not to do a jig or a soft-shoe on the spot, instead Psion managed to give the affable Morlock an appreciative nod in acceptance of both the compliment and the crucial piece of information. This was a positive step, he was sure of it, and their successful interaction with Face was a good indication that they were off to a good start…but the ‘proof was in the pudding’ as the old saying proclaimed.

    ‘Broken Mirror’, it was a good code word, poetic even, given the state of affairs presently in the world; all the different lives affected by the Superhuman Registration Act, the Latverian Cataclysm, the Skrull invasion…it felt like there was deep significance in the choice of words.

    For a brief second an image filled his mind; many heroes, both great and small, floated together in space, somewhere between the Moon and the Earth. They were surrounded by light, pure and blinding brilliance that seemed to emanate from within each of them. Some of the faces he recognized and some he did not, there were some shrouded by the light, and even others were shifting and changing.

    He saw himself in their midst, pouring his hope and his power into the light with only one intention…to mend what lay before them, the planet Earth, which lay shattered an ruined, like a broken mirror.

    A darker and sobering thought followed almost immediately; the words could also be a warning to the doorman to spring some trap. Invariably, they were walking into terra incognita and would need to remain alert.

    Psion had no reason to suspect Face or his surly subordinate. The lead Morlock could have just let him and Blueline continue on their merry way, clueless to the signs and clues that surely surrounded them.

    ‘Follow the Morlock graffiti if you’re feeling lost’, Face had instructed.

    Behind his shaded silvery-blue eyes, Psion reasoned that there was a code of honor at work, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that they had been afforded a measure of it.

    He had seen such dynamics at work during his youth, when he was being helped, or studied and experimented on.
    Some of the scientists were trustworthy, kind and considerate. Others were cold, power hungry and treacherous.
    He remembered how his parents had to go through great pains to keep him safe from intrigue and danger, how they had developed a different way of speaking. It was all very surreal at the time, but later he came to understand the whys and the need for such measures.

    This was the part were trust was being weighed and measured, little by little, if was a fair exchange and he recognized it as such.

    Face offered them a salute. Fist to chest, right over the heart, then turned to get back to business.

    The salute was not complicate and reasonably easy to memorize and duplicate, if it became necessary, so Psion committed it to memory. It brought to mind a kid’s oath of fealty, ‘Cross my Heart and Hope to Die’ ‘ere I betray your trust, would be the implied completion of such an oath. Perhaps this adventure was having an unexpected effect on the young would be hero.

    With a final nod, they parted ways.

    There was a bit of silence as the two would be superheroes walked together. Undoubtedly, Aegis was plotting a course to their destination using some of the information that was communicated.

    “That went well, I think”. Psion said casually to get things back on track.

    A bit of nervousness insinuated itself into his thoughts, what to do next? Things were only going to get a more involved and complicated as they neared their ultimate goal. There was a good chance that someone would get hurt.

    “Aegis, I’m certain that you heard everything, Blue and I are clear now, so feel free to send any map updates to our devices.”

    “And…thank you for doing this…I honestly can’t thank you enough, you are totally a safety net”.

    Psion could see that Blueline was also preparing himself for what was ahead, something in his stride ‘felt’ different, it made him think of a snake coiling in readiness.
    Subconsciously Psion also detected the water bottle in Blue’s pocket and a few ideas just formed in his mind as to how to cleverly use the liquid as a resource or a weapon, should it come to it.

    "You handle the talking," he said to Psion, "I'll back you up."

    A deep sigh escaped Psion’s lips as the reality of what they were about to do began to sink in.

    There was no room for vacillating or indecision, prepare or improvise, but always appear sure.

    “Understood.” He said finally and succinctly.

    There was one thing that he swore to himself to do at all costs, and that was to use all his might to get them both back home to Aegis…to Casey. Abort the mission if things became too dangerous or threatened to spin out of control, that was the agreement and he was going to stick to that. This was not a game and there was no place for pride, vainglorious showboating or recklessness in an operation like this, no matter how good a campfire story it might make.

    The forces behind the proliferation of Metamin were considerable and dangerous, and even a veteran vigilante like Blue could not face them alone.

    After spotting what he thought might be some ‘Morlock graffiti’ Psion indicted the direction to Blue with head a motion.

    “Let’s go do some good.”

    He probably sounded braver and more confident than he should, this being his first serious outing, but he came to learn through training that a winning attitude was just as effective as any weapon.

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  7. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Mary Formal, Liz Merrick, Bryan Dale (nrc), Dugan’s Tavern
    Location: International District, Triskellion


    Mary forked another section of pizza into her maw, while the SHIELD people tackled the name they had mentioned.

    Malinari...” Alastor repeated the name quietly, “You’d think something like that would ring a bell.

    Well, that's just his real name.” Liz put in. “He's been putting it about that his name is Aristotle Milan, Italian shipping magnate. Only thing-” She added, shaking her head as she gathered up some salad with her fork, “is, this guy doesn't seem to know the first thing about backstopping a false ID.

    Anyway, sister was a telepath." Zingari changed the subject. "You can imagine the torture that was growing up.” He picked up one of his fries, covered in a fine mixture of chili and cheese. “Never got away with anything.

    Oh, you poor thing,” Liz sympathised as Alastor plopped the fry in his mouth and chewed.

    Sounds like the both of you have had some interesting events happen to you in your careers tho. We could share stories. Some of them anyway. Especially the serial murder on, before the whole Skrull event, I was something of a P.I. ‘Zingari Retrieval Service’. Even had a catch phrase, ‘not all is lost’. Those were simpler days.

    Dr. Redstone had raised an eyebrow at the first mention of ‘Malinari.’

    From what I understand…” He started carefully. “Europol wanted to handle this themselves and basically resisted any aid from S.H.I.E.L.D. They wished to keep things local, sort to speak. I’m also given to understand that this position has changed, given certain recent developments.

    At this, Sebastian gave a knowing nod.

    They could have used the help of a…certain associate. You may have heard his name. Blade.

    Both girls met each other's gaze and smirked.

    Mary shook her head, thinking, Oh, these Colonials and their stupid names. Aloud, she chuckled, “Let me guess, he has some sort of affinity with cutlery?

    Oh, hush.” Merrick reproved, looked across the table, then joked, "I know his brother, Dirk." That was both a first name, and a Scottish dagger.

    "Hey, knock that off." Bryan harrumphed, crossing his arms and shooting annoyed glances to his left and right at both women. "Blade is a hero."

    You might still get to meet him, what with our own ongoing investigation on Deacon Frost.

    Mary had no idea who that was, and the 'deacon' bit did not allow her to follow up with a cooking show-related pun, so she started cutting up a new piece to eat.

    A sigh escaped the Doctor’s lips and he offered a weary smile. “Apologies, we should talk about actual work tomorrow…

    Raising his glass, he took a long sip. Moira took this as her cue to interject.

    Well, I just want to say how glad we are to have you both here at S.H.I.E.L.D. We could use more beauty and intelligence among our staff....Cheers.

    With her free hand, she motioned for the drinks to keep coming.

    Mary continued chewing. She looked forward to finding out who this Blade actually was.

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  8. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    IC: Alastor

    "I hear that Dirk plays the sæx in his freetime." Alastor managed to tack on the whole knife pun train, because one bad pun deserved another, equally bad one. "Anyway I know Blade, or at least know of him and some of his exploits, but I can't say that I know the name Deacon Frost..." This was in fact a truth, though he had heard of one of the Vampire's aliases, Vendaaga, in passing, he'd never know to put two and two together. "The good Doctor's right though, this isn't a place for talking work. Maybe instead some of you folks wouldn't mind filling me in on some details of things that have gone on while I was otherwise indisposed? Not really work per-se but comings and goings. This isn't the SHIELD I was in when the incident happened. But do so within reason of course, can't say they saw fit to restore my security clearance just yet... something about being dead... and useless as that one fine gentleman put it."

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  9. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Mary Formal, Liz Merrick, Bryan Dale (nrc), Dugan's Tavern, respectable distance from the loos.
    Location: International District, Triskellion


    "I hear that Dirk plays the sæx in his freetime." Alastor 'Lucky' Zingari mentioned, regarding this Blade character.

    Mary studied him carefully while her mind went back, having to go back quite a ways to when she had last heard that word.

    "Do you mean the saxophone?" Liz enquired curiously.

    "Noooo, I don't think so." Mary drawled cautiously, eyeing Zingari while thinking about a British Army officer that she had had dalliances with, around the Napoleonic Wars, who fancied himself a bit of an expert on hand weapons. He paid more when he thought she listened to and absorbed his ramblings whilst they fumbled.

    After several seconds, she wagged a forefinger at 'Lucky', breaking into a knowing grin. "Nice one!"

    "Anyway I know Blade, or at least know of him and some of his exploits, but I can't say that I know the name Deacon Frost..." He revealed, then paused. "The good Doctor's right though, this isn't a place for talking work. Maybe instead some of you folks wouldn't mind filling me in on some details of things that have gone on while I was otherwise indisposed?"

    "Well, your old helicarrier failed its' M.O.T." Formal quipped, referencing the annual roadworthiness test that British road vehicles had to undergo if older than three years. "But I guess that was no surprise."

    "And all SHIELD pilots, quinjet and helicarrier, had to undergo additional training after your incident, reminding them that if a red light appears on their dashboard, find out what the **** it means, rather than just tapping a fingernail on it, like it's the 'check engine light' on a 1985 Volkswagen Cabriolet!"

    Liz already had Bryan's attention the moment she started the rant, and he bent his head towards her when she finished. "A 1985 Volkswagen Cabriolet? That's a bit specific!"

    "Do you watch Big Bang Theory?"

    Dale straightened with a frown. "Check engine light?" His expression cleared. "Oh, Penny's car! How did you know the make?"

    "She needs to get out more." Mary glared across the table, already upset that her younger partner had used the F-word in polite company.

    "Not really work per-se but comings and goings." Alastor clarified, "This isn't the SHIELD I was in when the incident happened. But do so within reason of course, can't say they saw fit to restore my security clearance just yet... something about being dead..."

    "Oh, give it a rest!" She snapped, the continuation of her own rant cut short by the limo driver unexpectedly chiming in!

    "Yes, give it a rest!" He leaned onto the table, so he had clear line of sight to glare along at Zingari. "Your little stunt almost got me fired!" He looked across at Arthur. "Thank you for not mentioning it, Mr Chesterfield, but I could see you thinking it. Who joins SHIELD to be a sodding limo driver!" He tapped an indignant finger to the chest of his Hawaiian shirt. "I used to fly a helicarrier-"

    "He used to be a contender."

    Dale shot Mary a warning glance, then glared back at the self-styled Lazarus. "I land safely at my destination, then it's all 'Uh, where's the cafeteria, Bryan? Where's the cafeteria, Bryan?' For TWO DAYS!" Dale exhaled and calmed down. "Yes, there were reports during the flight that people could not get in there, and that the door was a bit colder than it should have been, but how was I supposed to know? All the turbofans are working, I'm as happy as Larry. And all that guff about purging the compartment. Whatja do, burn the toast?"

    He sat back, crossing his arms and breathing hard, while Liz tried to comfort him by rubbing a hand up and down his bicep.

    Mary took a frothy swig from her Peroni bottle as she studied the man carefully. If that was an act, it was a very good act. And yes, she had wondered, who joined SHIELD to drive limos?

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  10. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    IC: Alastor (aka angry)
    Dugan's Tavern

    Alastor had let Mary have her interjection because yes, he had been beating on that fact like a dead horse, on purpose, but then the gentleman chimed in. Alastor's gazed turned to him as he engaged in his tirade and the more the talked the brighter the glow of the metahuman's eyes seemed to get, as well as a clear decrease in his cheerful demeanor. "I see..." Alastor plopped his glass down on the table, far harder than was necessary judging by the loud thud that it produced. "Forgive me, I didn't think about the effect I might have had on other peoples lives while I was doing my best to keep half of Western Europe from seeing a biological weapon event that would have made mustard gas in WWI look like someone forgot to ventilate their bathroom after taking a huge **** after a Taco Bell run."

    He leaned forward, eyes on fire as he stared down the man. "Tell me, what does a frelling pilot have to lose from someone preventing a catastrophic release of biological agents kept in the armory? What association did you have with the failure in containment that my actions cost you your so rightly deserved promotion? Or maybe you were just so goddamned incompetent at your own frelling job, since it's a 15 person team that fully flies a CV-64 modified helicarrier that you were demoted. But no, there's Alastor Zingari, the poor sod, conveniently dead now at an opportune time that I can put all of my blame on rather than taking responsibilities for my own actions. Well I'm sorry buttercup but Zingari's back and you're gonna have to face the consequences of your own actions cause I am nobody's scapegoat, and if you ever raise your voice at me like that again I will explain to you, in slow agonizing physical details why I am called the goddamned Executioner. Do I make myself clear, agent?"

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  11. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Bryan Dale (aka confused, then repentant)
    Location: Dugan's Tavern


    Well, Zingari did not take that laying down, and fired back a response that Bryan listened to in detail until one word leapt out at him, then the rest of the retort faded as he focussed on that.

    "-I am nobody's scapegoat, and if you ever raise your voice at me like that again I will explain to you, in slow agonizing physical details why I am called the goddamned Executioner. Do I make myself clear, agent?""

    "Arm-armoury?" Dale echoed uncertainly, narrowing his gaze at the apoplectic meta-human. "Mine was a cafeteria. Oh man, my bad." He shook his head, half at himself, half at Alastor. "Different heli-carrier completely."

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  12. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    IC: Alastor (Who now knows better than to be distracted by women in conversation)

    "My apologies." He sat back down in his chair, "You hit a nerve and I didn't pay attention. Now we both look like idiots."

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  13. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    The Roadside Market
    Maine

    The trio remained quiet and alert as they moved on. Kim patched herself up as best she could from the light wounds she received during her brief encounter against Half-Jack, and also availed herself of the special pack once again.

    “Thanks for keeping it safe.” She said to Isaac, offering him a reassuring smile and a nod of gratitude.

    The group seemed to be in total synch in their silence and alertness as they proceeded on through the forested area. Eyes and ears were poised to detect any errant movement or sound, everything was under scrutiny, as they wished for no more unpleasant surprises.

    Before they knew it, encompassing trees gave way to a clearing and then, the Roadside Market was visible in the distance. From their position, tents, trucks and stands could be seen clearly. A good number of cars were parked across the way, and people milled about in search of bargains.

    Kim let out an audible sigh of relief as she looked at her two traveling companions.

    “Well….” she let out, as anxiety seemed to flee her form like a heavy weight shed from her shoulders. “Looks like we made it.”

    The watcher allowed herself a smile before taking another step forward.

    Their approach was largely unnoticed, or at least it seemed that way. The chatter of the place grew as they neared and so did the realization that the place was a bit crowded.

    “Well, I’m not sure what I was expecting.” Kim chuckled as she glanced at both Gami and Isaac, making sure they were still at her side.

    “Now, all we have to do is find the proverbial Apothecary in a haystack.”

    Tag: Ktala, Darth_Elu

    [hr][/hr]

    Caliban’s Hideout
    Lower Manhattan, NYC

    The walk to their destination was, thankfully, uneventful. Blue and Psion passed a few hardy looking individuals coming from the direction they were going. The passersby, clearly Morlocks, offered silent nods, what with their steely gazes and looking like they could chew on nails as if it were grass.

    Needless to say, the surrounding area would make any traveler weary. A less traveled street with hardly a street sign and buildings decorated with graffiti; it all did looked quite ‘out-of-place’, given its location. Clearly, the Wall Street types cared nothing about this far-off piece of real estate.

    But at least Aegis could follow her friends progress remotely.

    The first sign that they were at the right place was the loud music, followed by the sound of chatter and revelry. The neon sign was off, so the name of the location was not readily visible. A very large man, a samoan, who was covered in tribal tattoos, stood by the entrance. He was chatting with a female with a chiseled physique, a blond buzz cut and piercing blue eyes.

    They both stopped their conversation and leveled their gazes at the two approaching young men. The big man looked down and folded his massive arms over his big chest, a smirk appearing on his face. The female squinted her eyes and regarded the two arrivals appraisingly.

    For a moment, only the blaring music existed.

    “You two lost?”

    The large man inquired.

    Tag: Ameteth, galactic-vagabond422

    [hr][/hr]

    Wundagore Citadel
    Wundagore mountain, Transia, (Kitchen)

    Silence reigned for a moment after Lady Mantra had taken her leave from the kitchen. Her words had given the group much to think about, specifically both Erasmus and SGC.

    Sitting there, Erasmus tentatively ran a hand over his face, then sighed heavily.

    “Forgive me…” he said with a bit of a stammer. “I’m suddenly feeling very tired. I would like to retire instead.”

    Barsali nodded his head, which the blind man could not see. Aloud, he called out the tracker’s name. “Harman. You go with him.”

    “Yes, I understand.”

    “No, no. That won’t be necessary.” Erasmus objected immediately.

    “It’s alright old man. You have earned your much needed rest. Let us do our part.”

    At Barsali’s words, Erasmus’ objections seemed to vanish. With a nod, he agreed. Barsali turned to face SGC.

    “I will go with you, for now. Until we know more, we should stick together, yes?”

    The gypsy guide offered SGC his best look of reassurance before draining his drink and then looking over his shoulder, where the one called Canis stood waiting. He appraised their escort before turning back.

    “Just let us know when you’re ready to head to the library, then we’ll call him over.”

    “Everything is going to be alright.” Barsali added after a pause, though he did have a pensive look on his face as he spoke these words.

    Tag: Mitth_Fisto

    [hr][/hr]

    Dugan’s Tavern
    International District, Triskellion

    Only after the fact, did Moira realize she was still holding her drink and never did take the sip she’d intended to take. Listening to the conversation, she smiled at the one-two dynamic Liz and Mary had going. It was both amusing and endearing all at once. The two women were very different as individuals, but it was clear that they had found common ground in which to operate with ease and familiarity.

    Bryan’s commentary had caused her to raise her eyebrows in surprise. Once he’d uttered ‘Your little stunt’, she already knew how things would play out. Free speech was all well and good, but there was a thing called tact.

    Moira immediately put down her drink, just before Alastor slammed his on the table. She did not flinch. Calmly, she observed Liz as she tried to comfort Bryan. It would have been better if she had put her hand over the man’s mouth.

    Moira reached out and placed her hand over Alastor’s forearm, which felt like it was made of stone. She squeezed gently and let him speak. He needed to defend himself against his accuser, as it were. Understandable. She just wished he would be less angry about it.

    It was safe to assume that Bryan would not be dropping them off at their places this evening.

    Once Alastor was done, Moira tugged at him so he would look at her.

    “I think we should go out for some fresh air, yes?” She said as she got up and gathered her effects.

    “C’mon.”

    Again, she gently grabbed his arm and attempted to guide him out. The others did not know Alastor, and often she wondered if she did. But one thing was for certain, he’d meant every word he said.

    Arthur was surprisingly at a loss for words and was internally relieved that Dr. Mc Taggert was there to help diffuse the situation. Had Alastor really threatened Bryan with physical harm!?

    Reading the briefing on Zingari was one thing- and it didn’t compare at all to experiencing the real thing live. Perhaps he was too ‘damaged’ to be re-instituted into the department? He’d heard that Bradford had his misgivings about him. This little scene was not going to help his case.

    Arthur looked over at both Liz and Mary and made a cringed apologetic expression, even as both men now seemed to be ‘apologizing’ to each other over what may have been a simple misunderstanding.

    Moira remained standing for a moment, even after Alastor sat himself back down. Her eyes regarded him softly as she watched this body language. He did seem to be calming down. Besides, in her mind, he seemed to be trying hard at the ‘social thing’. Alastor never liked to lose at anything. Ever. She shook her head softly and smiled at him.

    Dr.Redstone looked up at Moira and made a gesture for her to sit, to which she agreed with a nod.

    “Let’s make that peaceful idiots, shall we?” Moira suggested, taking her seat next to Alastor- her hand reaching for her drink.

    “To answer your question…” Sebastian put in, “The biggest change I think we've had, is in the form of Jocasta. It took me some time to get used to her being in everything, but now I’m not sure what we’d do without her.” he observed.

    “In any event, we have come a long way, us scientists, field agents, pilots and limo drivers. Together, we are SHIELD, all of us. Here’s to making the world a better place.”

    Sebastian raised his glass and waited for everyone to follow his lead.

    “Cheers!”


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  14. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    IC: Alastor
    Dugan's Tavern


    Alastor sat quietly as Sebastian went on, and put forth a toast. His eyes kept starting at his glass till every one had done their round of drinks, and he let out a sigh. "I owe an explanation." He finally said, "And this isn't bragging anymore, I kept beating that horse for run... now this is serious. And Jocasta, since I know she's listening, can bugger right off. It was my death, I have a right to explain it." He took in a breath, laid his hands flat on the table and shook his head. "The Helicarrier I was stationed on was one intended for tactical operations. Drop pods, QuinJets, assault teams, we were designed for fast response and overwhelming force. That's fine. But then we come to the reason I had to do what I had to do." He looked up at Sebastian, "If we're making the world a better place, why did we have to have biological weapons and nerve agents?"

    He took in another breath, closing his eyes like he was collecting himself. "These were not being moved to be destroyed, these were being held on to to be used. And then we had a containment failure, the automatic purge system failed. If containment was allowed to fall, everyone in the helicarrier, probably even myself, would have died. It would have degraded in altitude, and spread the toxin's over most of Europe. The death toll would have been catastrophic. The only way to destroy the chemicals was to burn them at incredibly high temperatures, and the only other means we had to do so was to detonate a store of thermal explosions kept in the armory. But to detonate them while inside the ship would have caused the helicarrier catastrophic damage and it would have fallen regardless. Less death, but still catastrophic. So I made the only choice I thought I had. I ordered the evacuation, purged the section of the ship, and set off the explosion myself once I was clear."

    He looked up at the pilot. "So I'm sorry... I got so blinded by anger at the premise of someone thinking my sacrifice, or the fact that I had to even do it, was such an annoyance that I didn't even listen to the rest of your statement. I've had to live with the fact that I died, genuinely died, because SHIELD saw fit to hold on to weapons of mass destruction simply because they thought that they can do better with biological weapons than anyone else. Because it worked so well in the past when people thought that." He let out another exasperated breath. "I joined SHIELD, because I wanted to help save the world. I died, because SHIELD made a mistake that nearly killed part of it. Since my return I've been told that I was useless, obsolete, broken, and then you said what you said and I snapped. I've given everything to SHIELD, and it seems all I've gotten back is condescension and ridicule. I want SHIELD to be the organization that makes the world a better place. But the one I left wasn't, and from what I've seen of this one, we're not there yet either."

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  15. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: SGC 28.57^3
    Inside Wundagore Citadel Kitchen
    Wundagore mountain, Transia

    Silence reigned for a moment after Lady Mantra had taken her leave from the kitchen. Her words had given the group much to think about, specifically both Erasmus and SGC. Although to be honest as he turned it over in his head he kept running into the same problem. There was something he didn't want to give up, things he had seen, things he had lived through without knowing he ever should of been in danger. Such as that electric fence set to take down a large mammal that merely was an odd feeling. There were things he did have to think about, his drive and purpose from a child was different now. He was not human appearing yet, and in truth he was further now than he had ever been as a little child. Although in some odd way becoming less human had kept him alive longer than many. Was giving that up really a good idea? Objectively, scientifically like his adoptive family would of wanted him to look at it. Was it really a benefit to him? Or was it just an emotional desire? Both had merits. Both had purpose. Were they still his?

    Sitting there, Erasmus tentatively ran a hand over his face, then sighed heavily.

    “Forgive me…” he said with a bit of a stammer. “I’m suddenly feeling very tired. I would like to retire instead.”

    "Of course amic." SGC felt foolish for not thinking of his friend that had just been offered his sight. Although he did wonder if the vision of him would be worse than the feel of him the blind man had used to create an image.

    Barsali nodded his head, which the blind man could not see. Aloud, he called out the tracker’s name. “Harman. You go with him.”

    “Yes, I understand.” That was good Harman understood, but SGC didn't. So he just focused on finishing his meal.

    “No, no. That won’t be necessary.” Erasmus objected immediately. And neither did his amic, they were among the 'majestic evos!' or whatever they wanted to be called. How is one honored by needing protected in their home?

    “It’s alright old man. You have earned your much needed rest. Let us do our part.”

    At Barsali’s words, Erasmus’ objections seemed to vanish. With a nod, he agreed. Barsali turned to face SGC who was still confused.

    “I will go with you, for now. Until we know more, we should stick together, yes?” Who was he to argue? With a shrug he consented. The gypsy guide offered SGC his best look of reassurance before draining his drink and then looking over his shoulder, where the one called Canis stood waiting. He appraised their escort before turning back.

    “Just let us know when you’re ready to head to the library, then we’ll call him over.”

    “Everything is going to be alright.” Barsali added after a pause, though he did have a pensive look on his face as he spoke these words. Why wouldn't it? SGC did not understand these gypsy humans right now. Shifting slightly on his perch on the chair he picked up and downed his drink. It was time for answers, even if he wasn't sure which ones he wanted to hear.

    "I am ready when you are." he softly said as he looked around the table.

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  16. Ktala

    Ktala Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 7, 2002
    Gami
    The Roadside Market, Maine

    Gami eyed Kim as she patched herself it. Probably from her own battle. She didnt really talk about it. It didnt look to bad, so
    Gami stayed quiet. She just kept an eye on the girl, as she got the package from Isaac, thanking him for keeping it safe. With
    that, they began to walk once more, staying quiet as they made there way through the forest, looking out for any more sneak
    attacks to happen.

    Thankfully, there were none.

    Soon, they came to a clearing, and then Gami could see what she guessed to be was the Roadside Market in the distance. From where they stood, Gami could see many tents, trucks and stands. A good number of cars were parked across the way, and people milled about in search of bargains. That kind of surprised Gami, as she looked over the air with a grin. Kim let out a sigh.

    “Well….” Kim stated “Looks like we made it.” The watcher allowed herself a smile before taking another step forward. Gami looked about. While Kim looked relieved, Gami was more alert. It had been a very long time since she had been around such a
    large group of unknown people. It would be bad to let their item be taken just as they had reached their goal. Kim spoke up then. “Well, I’m not sure what I was expecting.” Kim chuckled. Gami nodded at the comment. "I know its not what I expected ,,," Gami spoke, looking around. She then looked back at Kim.

    “Now, all we have to do is find the proverbial Apothecary in a haystack.” Kim stated. Gami nodded. "Well, I doubt there are that
    many Apothecaries in the area." Gami tilted her head slightly. "Are we on a time limit to get back, or can we look around a little
    bit, while we're looking for the guy?" Gami asked the young girl as they walked closer to the marketplace.



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  17. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Mary Formal, Liz Merrick, Bryan Dale (nrc), Dugan's Tavern, respectable distance from the loos.
    Location: International District, Triskellion


    Both E-Branch agents had their mouths agape as Zingari followed Dale's apology with one of his own.

    "My apologies." He sat back down in his chair, "You hit a nerve and I didn't pay attention. Now we both look like idiots."

    "Well, me more than you." Dale allowed carefully. "Nice, uh, trick with the eyes."

    Mary had not seen the 'eyes', as she had only seen his back when Lucky had risen and flipped out at the driver, but she could see that Liz' face had lost a lot of its colour as she stared across at the former 'dead man'.

    Beside Formal, Doctor MacTaggart was standing and suggesting over the Arcan's head to Zingari that they go out for fresh air.

    Out of her peripheral vision, she could see the doctor's delicate hands scrabble over the table like a dazed facehugger, grabbing up her effects. "C'mon."

    Alastor showed no sign of budging.

    Mary glanced at Arthur for guidance. He had been their rock during this transition period, but the German was staring across at Zingari, silent.

    Even she was shaken by the explosion, but she tried to make light of it, now that the boys were making up. Still looking at Arthur, she jabbed an index finger towards the hero of the hour, drawing on her interrogation earlier in the day.
    "S-seriously, n-not even the G-goddamned Executioner over here, ev-ever asked about p-pockets?"

    Arthur managed an apologetic smile to both her and Liz.

    Doctor Redstone stepped into the 'make nice' breach, looking up at the standing Moira, who dropped into her seat.

    Formal noticed that at adjacent tables, this act had faces turning back to their own affairs.

    Let’s make that peaceful idiots, shall we?” Moira suggested, changing seats with Mary to put herself next to Alastor, now on Formal's left. Mary leaned her Peroni bottle safely out of the way, as Moira reached back for her drink.

    To answer your question…” Sebastian put in, “The biggest change I think we've had, is in the form of Jocasta. It took me some time to get used to her being in everything, but now I’m not sure what we’d do without her.

    "Well, I'd have a higher security rating."

    In any event, we have come a long way, us scientists, field agents, pilots and limo drivers. Together, we are SHIELD, all of us. Here’s to making the world a better place.

    Sebastian raised his glass and waited for everyone to follow his lead. “Cheers!

    Glasses were clinked, liquid was chugged or sipped, glasses were put down. And people were not sure where to look.

    Alastor solved that with a sigh. It was a sigh of portent.

    "I owe an explanation." He finally said.

    Don't worry. Mary did NOT say aloud. We'll let you off.

    "And this isn't bragging anymore, I kept beating that horse for run..."

    What?

    "-now this is serious. And Jocasta, since I know she's listening, can bugger right off. It was my death, I have a right to explain it." He took in a breath, laid his hands flat on the table and shook his head. "The Helicarrier I was stationed on was one intended for tactical operations. Drop pods, QuinJets, assault teams, we were designed for fast response and overwhelming force. That's fine. But then we come to the reason I had to do what I had to do." He looked up at Sebastian, "If we're making the world a better place, why did we have to have biological weapons and nerve agents?"

    The E-Branch girls had been treated to a lecture by their own boss, Ben Trask, on why countries still worked with such poisons, even after signing up to ban them. They'd been unclear at the time as to how it related to the Australian SAS' original question, which had been, why doesn't E-Branch capture a vampire for study, but it also meant that neither were horrified, or even visibly moved, by Alastor's reveal.

    He took in another breath, closing his eyes like he was collecting himself. "These were not being moved to be destroyed, these were being held on to to be used. And then we had a containment failure, the automatic purge system failed. If containment was allowed to fall, everyone in the helicarrier, probably even myself, would have died. It would have degraded in altitude, and spread the toxin's over most of Europe. The death toll would have been catastrophic. The only way to destroy the chemicals was to burn them at incredibly high temperatures, and the only other means we had to do so was to detonate a store of thermal explosions kept in the armory. But to detonate them while inside the ship would have caused the helicarrier catastrophic damage and it would have fallen regardless. Less death, but still catastrophic. So I made the only choice I thought I had. I ordered the evacuation, purged the section of the ship, and set off the explosion myself once I was clear."

    He looked up at the pilot. "So I'm sorry... I got so blinded by anger at the premise of someone thinking my sacrifice, or the fact that I had to even do it, was such an annoyance that I didn't even listen to the rest of your statement. I've had to live with the fact that I died, genuinely died, because SHIELD saw fit to hold on to weapons of mass destruction simply because they thought that they can do better with biological weapons than anyone else. Because it worked so well in the past when people thought that." He let out another exasperated breath. "I joined SHIELD, because I wanted to help save the world. I died, because SHIELD made a mistake that nearly killed part of it. Since my return I've been told that I was useless, obsolete, broken, and then you said what you said and I snapped. I've given everything to SHIELD, and it seems all I've gotten back is condescension and ridicule. I want SHIELD to be the organization that makes the world a better place. But the one I left wasn't, and from what I've seen of this one, we're not there yet either."

    "And I'm..." Bryan pushed air into his cheeks, then exhaled in reluctance. He glanced at Liz, who encouraged him with a nod, the colour having returned to her face during the speech. "I'm sorry I accused you of burning the toast."

    "There you go...Buttercup." She smiled, a mischievious twinkle in her eye.

    "Hey!" He whispered, leaning closer to the telepath. "He gets to call me that because he's the 'Goddamned Executioner'; what's your excuse?"

    Instead of answering, she visibly steeled herself, opting to echo Sebastian's action. "As a resident of Western Europe, I, um...I would like to raise a glass to recognise Mister Zingari's heroic sacrifice to save my continent. And possibly the world." She raised her half-empty glass of Pepsi, waiting for the table to follow suit. "Salut-eh."

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    Note: Not that anyone cares, the girls' lecture occurred in E:Branch: Invaders. And there actually was a causal link to the original question...
     
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  18. Ameteth

    Ameteth Jedi Master star 1

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2009
    IC: Psion
    Lower Manhattan, NYC


    With each step Psion was less inclined to engage in idle chatter, he needed to focus and to remain alert, this was a test of fire, a way to measure if he had what it was required to be a hero.

    As soon as they were a few blocks well away from Face and Garret, Psion made all the proper adjustments to both communicators to operate in complete stealth mode. The screen display would not betray them when they received a message, nor would there be any sound from the brief and inaudible vibration.

    “You’ll need to press that button to read any messages while in this mode…” He explained to his crime-fighting partner, Blueline.

    “You’ll be able to adjust the display brightness with the on screen slider prompt. It’s a wonderful feature when at the Opera House…or on stealth missions.” A little smile crossed his face as if remembering some past mischief.

    The smile quickly disappeared and was replace with a more serious tone and expression.

    “So we are mainly gathering information, as much as we are able without causing trouble. We’ll need to ask the right questions and do a lot of keen listening, it’s not like we are going to a library or an information desk.” His eyes squinted behind the polarized lenses as he considered some probabilities.

    “I think if they ask us for help in exchange for information, we should consider it…” Psion said in a pensive tone.

    Half expecting Blue to object at the suggestion, he quickly added “But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

    “We’ll also need to set up something with Aegis, where one buzz is ‘yes’ and two buzzes mean ‘no’. Just in case we need that input…darn next time we can’t afford to forget the earpieces.“

    This whole mission started suddenly and without proper preparation, but there was nothing that could be done about the details, they would simply have to make do with their present equipment and improvise the rest.

    Psion waited for any input as they walked and was eager to hear any suggestions if any.

    As they walked he casually observed the passing individuals, he noted that they were diverse yet they all had a look about them…a sort of toughness in their walk and in their eyes.

    The raven-haired meta returned nods but didn’t linger. He did admire a few garments that seemed stylish in a deconstructed sort of way and a hairstyle or two. He couldn’t help but wonder if all of these individuals were metas as well. Where would they train and hone their abilities? Who helped in their training or instruction, how efficient was their program? He had so many questions. It also occurred to him that an organization such as the Morlocks might have a prescient or a telepath at hand.

    This prompted him to take a moment to guard his mind as best he could as they walked. He thought to mention this to Blue, but decided against it. One of Blue’s best assets was his candor and transparency; it was best not to complicate things.

    After a short walk it looked as if the graffiti and disrepair became more pronounced at their destination, almost as if saying that ‘X’ marked the spot.

    The music and liveliness of the place gave the immediate surroundings an other-worldliness that he didn’t think possible given the fact that this was still Manhattan. But then, one could see all kinds of strange things in New York City.
    At the front of what Psion guessed was the entrance stood a very large man, a Samoan, who was covered in tribal tattoos, next to him was a muscular woman, more like a fitness model, blond buzz cut and piercing blue eyes, they appeared to be chatting amiably.

    Psion noticed that the neon sign was off, but he couldn’t ascertain if it was just off or broken. Currently he was too far away to detect if the tubes contained any of the inert noble gas. For now he conserved his energies for whatever awaited them next.

    “Ok everyone, we’re on.” He said under his breath before approaching the door with Blue (and Aegis via communicator).

    The large Morlock and his lady friend stopped their conversation and regarded the approaching youngsters while they were still a few paces away. Their level of alertness did not escape Psion’s notice.

    The music played in the background giving the entire approach a kind of cinematic feel.

    With folded massive arms over his ponderous chest, the large Morlock looked down from his towering height and smirked as he asked, “You two lost?”

    “Not anymore, thanks to Face pointing us in the right direction…”
    Psion said conversationally and unhurriedly, he’d been to enough word of mouth clubs in the City that Never Sleeps and he knew that nothing closed a door faster than a show of nervousness.

    He nodded to the blue-eyed muscular lady in acknowledgement; rudeness from strangers was also not well tolerated.

    “We’ve are hoping to cross paths with Totenkoff, but was told to come here and make sure to pass the ‘Broken Mirror’…do you know anything about that?”

    His demeanor remained quite casual, but from behind his polarized lenses, Psion’s silvery blue eyes regarded the two Morlocks before him intently. He wanted to be ready for any reaction, good, bad or indifferent. Thankfully his martial training was helping him with staying frosty and alert.

    Face had given them this code to say to the doorman; there was no way of knowing exactly what it was for except for the implied significance of safe passage, something that they had to accept on blind trust.

    As a precaution, Psion allowed his power to afford him a sharp awareness of the proximity and position of the two Morlocks and Blue; this was to avoid any unwanted surprises. His immediate surroundings also sprang to stark relief but he did not focus on that, not yet at least.

    For a second he recalled how relaxed and amenable Face had been through out their entire encounter, it was a good ‘front’, minus the cigarette. So too he would wear a relaxed and casual expression, sufficiently pleasant but not too familiar, casting his gaze at the graffiti to avoid staring.

    What would the big guy say or do, what will this ‘Broken Mirror’ get them…they were about to find out.







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  19. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    IC: Blueline & Casey
    ‘Sanctum Sanctorum’ &Lower Manhattan, NYC

    Blue followed alongside Psion letting him fiddle with the communicator on the hero's wrist. He followed the instructions given to lower the brightness. His brow quirked just a little.

    "You like opera?" he asked keeping pace with his partner. He returned to looking ahead, "Well I guess you can afford it."

    "So we are mainly gathering information," Psion continued with a much more serious expression. He was getting ready for what lay ahead of them. They were walking into the lion's den here they would need to be sharp, "as much as we are able without causing trouble. We’ll need to ask the right questions and do a lot of keen listening, it’s not like we are going to a library or an information desk."

    "No we're going to bar staffed with violent metahumans." Blue replied.

    "I think if they ask us for help in exchange for information, we should consider it…"

    Quickly Blue moved to object but, was halted for a moment by Psion.

    "But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there."

    "Depending on the bridge we turn around and leave." He put his hand over the communicator covering the microphone that could no doubt hear his conversation. "I'm not going to get caught up with these guys. We have to think about Casey. If were chilling in a prison cell what do you think she'll do?" He let the question hang there for a moment letting Psion come to his own conclusion. Removing his hand he continued to speak. "We need to know where the line is, or we'll cross it without noticing."

    "We’ll also need to set up something with Aegis," Blue's brow again furrowed, what did he mean, "where one buzz is ‘yes’ and two buzzes mean ‘no’. Just in case we need that input…darn next time we can’t afford to forget the earpieces."

    Casey back at the Sanctum looked around the desk for the ear pieces, maybe she could get them to her friends somehow, courier, or go herself. She kept an eye on the pair's progress, they were getting closer and further away from her. With every foot traveled her own heart pounded. She could hear the street noise, their breathing and their footfalls. It was almost like she was with them but, still far away, too far away to do anything should they get in trouble.

    What could she do, call the cops, they would just arrest Psion and Blue for vigilantism. S.H.I.E.L.D would step in just as quickly and send both of them to some deep dark hole. There also wasn't anyone else could step in to rescue them…unless…maybe

    She could. The suit given her was waiting just in her room…it would only take her a few moments to change. She knew where they were, she could print out a map. It would be simple.

    No…No it was too soon, she didn't have control yet. She threw the idea away as soon as it came up. Blue and Psion would be fine, or she'd just have to find a way to help from where she was.

    "I can work with that." She spoke, knowing that they would get the message. It would have to work for now. They really needed to plan this out better next time.

    'If only Blue wasn't such a lone wolf.' She thought to herself. If he hadn't of rushed off at the first opportunity they would have had some time to consider these things.

    "I could also find a way to get the earpieces to your guys."

    "Too late for that." Blue replied "We'll make do."

    "Blue I can find a courier service."

    "That would take too long. We're nearly there already." Blue went quiet as they continued on their path. His eyes kept scanning the area looking for threats. There were some to be found, not outwardly aggressive but, tough looking. They were getting deeper into Morlock territory. The further they went the more Blue's paranoia rose. However his blood was running cold keeping his wits shap and heartbeat steady. He'd been in dangerous situations, he'd faced down gangs, and other ruffians, he could heal, and it did no good to get nervous.

    He noted the graffiti practically pointing the way to this hideout. Before he might not have noticed or cared about the markings, they were just visual white noise. Now they were bread crumbs leading towards a gang of violent metas.

    The music was getting louder the closer they got, it was a little early for a party but, who was he to tell them when to party.

    "Ok everyone, we’re on." Psion said as they closed on the door. Blue noted the two hulking forms guarding the entrance. Both were well muscled and imposing one a woman with close cut hair, the other a man with dark tattoos. They seemed to be talking but, stopped when they caught sight of the two men came closer.

    "You two lost?" the big man said crossing his arms. Blue stood silently next to his partner waiting for him to speak.

    "Not anymore, thanks to Face pointing us in the right direction…" Blue watched the faces of the guards, gaging their reactions to the names, did they relax or tighten up, was violence about to commence or were they becoming more accepting of the two young men that just walked up to them.

    "We’ve are hoping to cross paths with Totenkoff, but was told to come here and make sure to pass the 'Broken Mirror'…do you know anything about that?"

    That was it, the 'code phrase' Blue might have still been a little dubious of its validity but, it was time to test it. He quickly snapped his eyes to the edges of his vision checking to see if anyone was approaching, surrounding him and Psion. If it turned into a fight, he didn't like his chances of winning, holding them off, maybe but, winning that was a different story.

    However, maybe he was wrong, maybe this would all work out as intended.

    Maybe.

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  20. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Liz Merrick, Dugan's Tavern, International District
    Location: Triskellion Island

    Perhaps Zingari was called "Executioner because of his ability to kill conversations."

    The table had lapsed into silence, with the British agents and the limo driver picking at their food, and thinking their own thoughts.

    Liz was imagining three of the stars of the Big Ban Theory television comedy, in SHIELD uniforms, and sitting in the cockpit of a Quinjet - it was meant to be a Heli-Carrier, but she simply could not visualise its' bridge, having not been aboard one.

    Hot blonde girl, Penny, and slim man-boy, Sheldon are in the front, occupying the pilot and co-pilot seats; whilst the dark-haired Amy sat behind Penny, presumably in Navigation.

    Penny - "So, Amy, Sheldon tells me, you are a neuro...neuro..."

    Amy - Neuro-biologist. Penny, your Armoury Module Jettison light is on.

    Penny - "Yeah, it's okay."

    Amy [leaning forwards slightly] - "But the light indica-"

    Sheldon puts up a hand of warning - "Don't. Bother. I have wasted many an hour tilting at that particular windmill."


    Thinking that she really ought to get out more, Liz used her fork to twist a green lettuce leaf into the salad dressing, and put the food into her mouth, savouring the flavour and crunchiness.

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