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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 26 2017, 03:03 PM Post #111 |
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“Sit down Timothy” Alissa’s voice cut through the noise in the room with a sort of deadly calm that most would heed. She wasn’t attempting to intimidate him; she was just attempting to take control of the situation. She hadn’t moved, hadn’t even turned her head to follow him as he moved from his seat behind the desk. “I will explain why your current direction of thought will lead to an early death” “The Coalition does not….clear accounts” she said coolly “especially for handing me over, or no….you would become a loose end.” She said quietly “Control would send someone…very much like me, and once they had secured their prize, they would…” she held up her hand with two fingers, bringing them together as if a pair of scissors. “It would be fast, unexpected, and utterly thorough.” Alissa reached across the table retrieving the tablet she had used to show Tim his file quietly. “Further violence…or general rudeness…against my companions will not go unanswered” Alissa said as she slipped the device back into her jacket. “And if I sense even for a moment that our whereabouts or plans have been provided to the coalition…..you will not need to wait for an operative to come find you to learn how profoundly you have miscalculated” Alissa moved to stand; the thug nearest her placed a hand on her shoulder which was followed by a sudden burst of motion that ended with the man’s forehead slamming into the edge of the desk, he slumped to the ground unconscious as Alissa held the man’s weapon now trained silently on Tim, her expression remained a neutral mask, no anger, or fear, or disgust, just a mechanical stoic expression that shown not a scrap of humanity. “Am I understood?” |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 2 2017, 11:05 PM Post #112 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa was already tense even as she stood there, letting Grace and Alissa handle the 'diplomacy' of the situation. It was already a very risky situation, given that they were making a deal with an incredibly shady man, and it wasn't like Jenosa hadn't dealt with shady character's before. She just prefered to avoid them, normally. Once in a while, though, she knew they were...a necessary evil. To be fair, though, she strictly avoided directly engaging with gang leaders. At most, she used them for occasional black market dealings, but she had no interest going too deep in with them. Right now they were going in very deep; something she knew was Grace's home turf. She respected, and even, well, trusted the woman on this matter, and to handle the chatter. But they both knew there had been risk to this. She waited. As Tim bragged about his level, she took a quick glance at her Moria, who's eyes were moving this way and that nervously, something that briefly concerned her. Moria was her 'sister', in a sense, and even though they had only spent a week or so together, she knew Moria was incredibly inexperiend. And WAY out of her depth. Also, impulsive. There was a resounding thump on the floor as Moria's foot slammed forward, making an indentation in the process. “No!” Moria snapped loudly. Jenosa was nearly in sync with Grace's hand movement, gesturing with her own hand for Moria to rein herself back in. Unlike her usual witty self, Jenosa was fully aware of the situation they were in mind, and that they needed to let this play out despite how dire it seemed. Her face was pretty dead serious up until Grace elaborated on Tim's special nickname, which point, she could not help but snirk underneath. She just smiled, even as Moria impulsively growled and made another step when Tim smacked Grace. Moria seemed like she about to blow her head off when Alissa's voice cut in, almost instantly making the woman freeze. But for Jenosa, it was a tone she was familiar and comforted by, because she knew that tone anywhere. All Jenosa she did was make a big, fat grin as Alissa finished making her point. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 5 2017, 08:59 PM Post #113 |
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This was hardly the first time that Tim had stared down the barrel of a gun, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. In his line of work, situations such as these were just part of the job. This wasn't even the first time that he'd been face to face with a super-powered meta human. He had one or two under his employ himself. One was in this room at the moment; the guy with the paisley tie standing behind Jenosa. He didn't flinch. However, they would probably all see him doing the cost-benefit analysis in his head. Before he could say anything though, Grace put a hand on Alissa's and gently lowered the weapon. "Okay, everybody just chill out," she said. "Tim, we're leaving. Okay? We're just gonna walk away, and nobody's killing anybody." Tim stood silent for a few more moments, then his lips curled into a sneer. "Fine," he said. "Your friends can go." Grace relaxed and took her hands off of Alissa's weapon. She turned to walk out of the room when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "I said your friends could leave," Tim said. "I never said you could." He met Alissa's eyes. "That's a fair enough trade, ain't it?" Grace opened her mouth to snap back, then thought better of it. She knew the game. He had to save face somehow. "You heard the man," she said, to incredulous looks from her companions. "You don't need me, anyway. Go. I'll be fine." She hugged Alissa, knowing that she would be uncomfortable with that gesture, but that wasn't the point. Nor was it mere affection. Grace didn't have the physical skills of the others. She was talented enough, and by normal human standards she was a freak of nature. But she was no match for these augmented humans. On the other hand few could match her talent at sleight of hand. It wouldn't be until they left the room that Alissa would notice that Grace had slipped her something. A piece of paper with a contact number written on it. No name, no other information, just a number. Edited by The Boss, Feb 5 2017, 10:49 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 10 2017, 11:55 PM Post #114 |
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Clockwork Master
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As soon as the most unnerving voice Moria had ever heard cut through the room, Moria's entire battle stance went rigid. Her face flashed from fury to a stoic neutral laced with only a trace of fear, and every instinct in her screamed to stand motionless. To let just let this conversation play out, and – oddly, hope there would be no violence. It was not something she was admittedly used to. Normally she acted on anything with strong reason; or orders. Here, it was the absolute opposite. She had no given, experienced directive, yet she just didn't want to take any action. Hell, she was afraid to; for reasons did not entirely understand. Only that everything about her suddenly felt very...delicate, and unnerving. It didn't help that every syllable Alissa spoke sent chills down her spine. The seconds that passed felt long, and Moria's quickly eyes darted to Jenosa, then Alissa, then Grace, and finally, back at Tim. She gulped, waiting for his response. Only it was Grace's voice to break the air, and for a moment, she found herself breathing a sigh of relief, only for it to choke on it when Tim made his case very clear. She tried to get her breath back and make a response, but Grace just countered both her and Jenosa response. She stood there, looking between Alissa and Jenosa as they left, suddenly feeling very nervous. Alissa was a mask, and her sister...well, this was her first time she'd actually seen Jenosa – someone she respected for her experience – appearing genuinely frustrated. Moria felt...uncertainty creep into her, and not enjoying the silence, she asked, “So...what do we do now?” Jenosa look at her, a fire in her eyes, “Normally, I'd say the hell with Tiny Tim and his little deal, but...” she looked at Alissa, “it's all on you Alissa? You're the one with Grace's farewell gift.” |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Alissa~ | Feb 23 2017, 10:25 PM Post #115 |
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Alissa had noticed the deposit of the slip as Grace had slid it into her pocket. She was certain that grace had wanted her to notice it, and the sudden invasion into her personal space had been the key Alissa needed to know to pay attention. They had made their way out of Tim’s...headquarters. They had proceeded quite sure they were being followed till they had made their way back to their ship, Alissa stood staring at the slip of paper with the contact number. “Thea...what is the probability of successful extraction” The AI’s holographic form flickered into view “Extraction success is 87%, there is a 79% chance you will be able to enter the location and extract the asset without detection. Mission success drops below acceptable threshold with detection, protocol would require extreme prejudice.” Alissa stood quietly listening to the predictions of Thea, knowing well enough that Thea was likely correct. She wasn’t too keen on leaving a mess to follow. They could leave, that was certainly an option but she didn’t much care fore that option either. She sighed and moved through the ship toward her weapon locker beginning to suit up. “Thea, contact whoever Grace wanted us to reach out too, and tell them she needs help” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Moments later Thea’s virtual presence was placing the call “Hello, your associate Grace is in has been detained by an individual of questionable intent on archer station, she provided this contact information before being separated from her group, please advise what assistance you might be able to render in the recovery of the asset.” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 8 2017, 09:01 PM Post #116 |
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Ronnie Black had been sleeping in the pilot's chair. Again. He had his feet resting on the console, which was strewn with star maps and all sorts of other little knick knacks, including an ashtray with a still burning cigarette. He reclined in the chair, his shirt lying on the floor nearby, a silver chain with a small Catholic medallion around his neck. His snoring was loud enough to cause a glitch in Thea's programming. The AI popped in suddenly, commandeering a projector to appear as a six inch blue hologram, spooking Ronnie and causing him to kick over the ashtray. "I'm awake! I'm awake!" he shouted, fumbling with his shirt and frantically tying to clean up the mess he'd just made. "Uhh... yeah, so... okay. What's going on with Grace?" Thea repeated through message verbatim, with the exact same inflection. Ronnie sat there listening carefully, trying to comprehend what he'd just heard. It didn't look like he was very successful. At some point, he clearly gave up. "Jimmy!" he shouted towards the back of the ship. Slowly but surely, a well dressed .well groomed, dark haired man emerged from the shadows, standing in stark contrast to the the disheveled, blond haired pilot. The two of them spoke nearly I audibly, though it was entirely possible, likely even, that Thea could discern every word. Jimmy Vega took a seat in the copilot's chair, meeting eyes with Thea, as it were. "What's that woman gotten herself into now?" he said. This wasn't what he wanted to hear, to say the least. They been following her, ostensibly without her knowledge - after all, Jimmy hadn't wanted nearly two years for her to get out of the joint only to watch her ghost him like that - but they weren't exactly equipped for a rescue mission. Not that they hadn't expected something like this, but normally she was able to get herself put of whatever she got herself into. |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 20 2017, 07:16 PM Post #117 |
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Clockwork Master
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Moria found herself anxiously waiting for Alissa's answer, her eyes hard locked onto the woman and AI image as it spoke to her. The details Thea spoke were of little interest of her; only the fact that Alissa was considering of rescuing Grace. She honestly had no idea about Grace's place in this mission, only that her sister seemed to respect her of all things. In fact, Moria found herself briefly glancing towards her sister, who had a hard set jaw and glaring green eyes. A fury that was a complete contrast to what Moria was normally used to. Something that rather bothered her. After Alissa gave her AI a command, Jenosa said, "I'll get my armor ready, just in case." "And me?" Moria pointed to herself. "Of course, dummy," Jenosa said, her voice holding an edge of hardness Moria was not accustomed. Moria followed, as their armors were both in the same holding area. She was mildly discomforted by this experience, and sudden change in attitude of her sister, and as they reached the lockers, she spoke up. “She...Grace...is she...important to you?” Jenosa looked at Moria like she had just asked the most preposterous question in the universe. Her serious demeanor was even briefly broken by a snort of laughter before saying, “In what way?” Moria opened her mouth to try and say something, and failed to find the right words. She was at a loss of what she had meant. Jenosa' face grew hard again, but not without a hint of compassion in it. She sighed, “Grace is...a friend. Maybe not so and so like Alissa is, and to be frank, I'm not sure how far I can trust he just yet. But – still, she didn't deserve what happened to her. Would you think so.” Moria immediately frowned and found some composure, “No.” Jenosa unclipped her suit asked, “Why?” Moria blinked at her, opening and closing her mouth for a moment, before shutting it to think. Her brows furrowed as she thought, looking down at the floor, pondering the very question Jenosa had posed to her. “I...don't know. It just...felt wrong. Unfair, even.” Jenosa tossed Moria her own suit and weapons, “Sometimes that's all the reason you need. Suit up and contact your blond buddie. Maybe she'll want in on the action too.” |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Alissa~ | Apr 6 2017, 02:34 PM Post #118 |
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Thea relayed the situation to Jimmy as she had been instructed too. In that exchange, the AI also was able to determine that Jimmy and crew could offer little assistance at all in the recovery of Grace. "The operative will extract the asset," she said quietly at last "there will, however, be cleanup necessary, this enterprise fits well within my profile of you and your team Mr. Vega." Thea was offering Jimmy tiny Tim's business, the implication being that Tim would not be around to continue it. Alissa had moved through the motions of preparation without any real passion. "Thea...find a blueprint of Tim's building and determine the most likely place that Grace would be held...please" as the AI began projecting a 3D representation of the building before a single room on the uppermost level was highlighted. "This room is structurally strong, separated from exterior walls, at the end of a hallway with one approach, this is the most statistically likely place for Grace to be held" Alissa nodded quietly "we can disable their security, I will provide a distraction while you free Grace," she said quietly -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Some hours later TIm's hideout was in some degree of turmoil. Alissa had opted for the direct approach. every ounce of resistance she'd encountered the powerful and dispassionate efforts of an Achillies operative. she actually took care to disable rather than kill as she slowly strolled through the building toward where Tim had locked himself into his office. as his door exploded inwards. "Sit down Timothy...." Alissa commanded in the same tone she had used earlier in the day when they had confronted each other previously. modulated through her suit though she sounded somehow more dispassionate. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Apr 13 2017, 07:08 PM Post #119 |
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Tiny Tim did not sit down. "What are you doing here, little girl?" he demanded, glowing at Alissa. "I've no further business with you. You're more than welcome to go on your way and forget about me. My quarrel was never with you, it's with the little Indian girl. And her too big for his breeches boyfriend. And you're not a part of their inner circle, as far as I know. Are you really so loyal to them?" His demeanor had lost none of its arrogance. Either way didn't quite understand the situation, or he simply didn't care. He and Jimmy weren't all that different. They couldn't afford to show any sort of weakness, especially when faced with a threat. You had to internalize the idea that you were invincible, if only for appearances. Grace in particular talked a bigger game than anyone else. Scowling at Alissa, he pressed a button on the console on his desk. "Charlie, get in here," he said. Silence from the speaker. His brow furrowed. "Charlie!" he said again, his voice growing more agitated... |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 16 2017, 10:08 PM Post #120 |
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Clockwork Master
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Moria walked through the station. Alone. It was almost unnerving, really; to stroll through a place unfamiliar to her; filled with complete strangers. No one. Not a single person she new or expected to know, appearing. At least no one that had been a part of the 'team' she was with. Everywhere she went, making her way to Chel's location, her eyes shifted this way and that. It just...happened. She couldn't help it. There were so many new things. New sights, pictures, people and more. Unlike the other the facility she had grown up in, or the Galapagos, this place was a melange. True, there had been the city she had first managed to rehabilitate in, but that didn't count, really; she had been strapped to a chair. Barely able to lift a leg. here, though, she realized, she could go anywhere she wanted. Anywhere she chose. Passing by the many shops and other small, hole-in-the-wall areas, there was a tempation to explore. if it had not been for the imperative to get to Chel, as well as that of her mission itself, she might have actually done so. instead, she took in the curiosities as she moved along, her eyes darting between passing pedestrians. Questions buzzed through her mind she moved along, until- She froze. Her eyes locked onto the hooded figure that stood talking to her friend Chel - talking in the very same voice as her. And...it hurt to look at her. At first it started like a tingle, but it quickly turned int oa burning sensation in her very eye sockets. Like a blazing light had been place in front of her while at the same time, fires began to ignore within her skulls. She seethed as she managed to just peel her visage away from the figure - before the pain had risen any further. As she held a hand to her face, she glanced at Chel with eyes that glow with a bright cyan. "Chel," she asked, "who...who is that?" ----------------- There was the slow creak of approaching footsept. Footsteps that echoed from where Charlie should have been entering. There was only a silhouette in a dark shadows, near the threshold of the room. It was a lean and feminine. Bright, glowing, cyan iris opened in the dark. So bright they were like more like two bright pinpoint in the dark than actual eyes. They looked at Tim with a cold glare. "Charlie's took a rain check," came Jenosa's voice. There was no mirth or humor to it. A moment of silence hung. Jenosa's eyes narrowed. "And no, it's not because we work for Jimmy. I wouldn't work for him a in a thousand years. But Grace, she was just helping us out - and then you go and be Tiny Dick." |
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