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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 16 2013, 09:54 PM (417 Views) | |
| Post #1 Dec 16 2013, 09:54 PM | Star |
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If there was one thing that Laura's father had taught her, if nothing else, it was to go out and get what you want. It was something that was key in survival, if she wanted to eat she'd needed to go out and get it. If she wanted to stay warm, she'd need to get the tools to start a fire. If she wanted to be apart of the Vanguard, she'd need to put the first step into the door and get things started. She wasn't anything special to were people would go to her, no, she'd need to go to them. Whether or not Laura felt she could be a good asset to their cause, she figured it was better to do then not to. This way, she wouldn't regret it later on in life, questioning herself why she hadn't at least tried. This is what brought the brunette to the Chateau Borei. She hadn't known where to find the leader, however she vaguely remembered seeing a place, that when she looked at it seemed a bit out of place, the day she met Kael and Sephyr. It was a long shot, but at least she'd know yes or no for sure. Leaving work, she had last minute decided to take her trip to see the leader of the Vanguard. She had high hopes that he would be there, but there was no guarantee. If worse came to worse, she would plea the 'lost' card and get out of there. She had no idea if people that weren't official Vanguard members were even allowed in the area. Last thing she wanted was to get shot on arrival. She had never been apart of something that had more then one member. She was apart of the Laura survival club, which sounds depressing, but in all actuality it isn't. She had always been alone, not including her father, and for that she didn't hate the solidarity of her life. Granted it would be nice to have a friend to talk to every now and then, but it wasn't something she needed to live her life. The Vanguard was completely pulling her out of her comfort zone. She had never worked with anyone in a hostile environment before, and if given the choice, she'd keep it that way. Survival was best done alone, at least in her opinion. Even if she looked back at the Tatsuo incident and wondered if she were wrong. With her hands tucked into her black jacket, she approached the ruins. She would have never guessed that this was where a gang like the Vanguard would be. Which was great. Laura would never look at a place like this, and say 'this is a gangs hide out'. It was kind of intimidating, honestly. For a city full of meta-humans, Laura was again put out as the odd one . She had training and had quite the knack for surviving the unsurvivable, yet that didn't make her super in anyway. What chance did she have of impressing these people? Little to none. The sound of her feet echoing through the empty halls as she first entered had her question if she was even in the right place. Was there an underground area that Fiora forgot to mention? Her hand left the pocket of her jacket to move up and brush her fingers through her brunette hair. "Hello?" She said softly at first, and when she didn't hear anything the first time she contemplated on just turning around and walking out from where she had entered. However, she knew that half-assing something never got her anywhere. So for that she sucked it up and continued into the ruins. One more time, "Anyone here?" Laura didn't look like she could be any form of threat, what with her skinny jeans and leather calf high boots. She looked like an average twenty year old that looked, honestly, lost. Footsteps off to the side of her got her attention and she quickly turned her head. Someone walked along side another, seemingly normal people, until they crossed her and walked straight through a wall. 'Now I feel as if I'm in the right place...' She thought to herself as she straightened up. Looking a little more confident in her step, she continued further into the Chateau Borei. |
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| Post #2 Dec 21 2013, 12:37 PM | Cowboy |
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"Good. Now rotate. Hoshi, you're in the center. Remember to keep your eyes roving when you're facing a group. Assailants love to strike from behind; where they thing you're vulnerable. Make 'em regret it." The more advanced Tier Two folk were halfway through their multi-assailant training with the collapsible baton. One on one training was for the folk who were still in tier one; the newer recruits and the ones without much combat training. Often led by the tier two folks; assembling a good group of people who wanted to help save the city, help teach their fellow members, who weren't all blood-thirsty monsters, that was the hard part. Oh, how the times had changed. The Sins were a thing of the past; and probably for the best. Wrath was more trouble than he was worth, Envy was gone as quickly as she had arrived, the dynamic duo was hard to contact; blah blah blah. It was for the best. Things had tightened up since the STUFT! incident. The group was stronger, the training was a more disciplined. Structured. Things were starting to work like a well-oiled machine. The Chateau was one of the best things to happen to The Vanguard. Quiet place to train, expand meta abilities, get away from the chaos of the city for a while, then take those newly acquired skills and apply it back into the city they were trying to save? It was his batcave. "Hello?" The Titan checked the underside of his wrist, where his watch-face lay. He had no appointments scheduled up at the Chateau for the day. "Cicely, take over. I'm gonna go see who's here." Walking back through the courtyard into the building he spotted the woman wandering around the floor; young, but not soft. No, the way her jaw set on her face when no one was looking; she was a warrior. Good. That sped up the process. Too often did he have to train people who had never thrown a punch, never skipped a meal, never bruised their knee; folks who'd be better off behind a computer screen in Faction II but had seen too many action movies and wanted to be the next Captain America. But this brunette was different. Hands in her pockets half-curled into fists, the impression of her knuckles indenting the lining of her jacket. Women like her didn't find The Chateau by chance. She wasn't a babe in the woods. Well not in the sense that she acted like a newborn deer, at any rate.. Stepping to the other edge of the hole in the middle of the floor that led down to the basement [and it was a big-ass hole!] he folded his hands behind his back and kept a slow, thin smile on his face. Wearing slacks and a navy button-down he didn't look much like a leader of Vigilantes, more like he'd just stepped out of a boardroom meeting. Then again, his face, exposed forearms were covered in scars, new and old. A pair of sidearms hung off the leather holster around his shoulders. Okay. So maybe he did belong there. "Something I can help you with, Miss?" His Japanese was fluent, but it was clearly not his first language. The accent wasn't there. Oh well. When in rome. |
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| Post #3 Dec 21 2013, 05:53 PM | Star |
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Moving down the hall Laura cautiously kept her wits about her. She was a stranger in a new place, and it wasn't hard to spot her given that she walked alone and with an escape route in her back pocket. The brunette steadied herself as she came up on a large crater at the end of the hall. She couldn't see the stairs that led up from it, so she turned back to go the opposite direction. This place could be deadly if there was no lighting anywhere. Even if the sounds of what sounded like talking echoed from down below, it was hard to pin point exactly where it was coming from. The walls made it sound as if there was someone... "Something I can help you with, Miss?" ..right behind her. Laura didn't jump nor scare from the sudden voice that grabbed her attention, but instead she calmly turned back towards the crater and the man that had called to her. Her eyes instantly grabbed onto each detail of him; first was that she had seen him before. He had been at the Halloween party, and even though he had a costume on, his features were not easily forgotten. He was built like a tank, and the scars and battle marks that covered his arms shifted the attention from his out of place attire. Not that clothing mattered all that much, Laura had no room to judge. She never dressed to impress, except that one time for Jin. Yet, that was a different case completely. "Yes, actually you can." She finally said after a moment of silence, "My name is Laura, and I was looking for the one that is in charge of... well," She took her hands out of her pockets and gestured around her. If he saw the details, he'd see that her hands weren't dainty, girly hands. Even if she kept her nails at a decent length they weren't painted. They were worker hands, scars and small burn marks across her palms were indications that she didn't work at a desk. "All of this." A small smile crossed her lips. Her hazel eyes met back with his as she brought her hands back to her sides and slipped them into her jacket. Laura wondered what he did for the Vanguard, but she could take a guess and assume he was part of the combat unit. She was strong, but there was no way that she would want to go up against someone that looked like him. Granted what girl wouldn't want someone like THAT on top of her, but for Laura such thoughts were up and over her head. Kael was a sparring partner she could keep up with, something about the man in front of her screamed broken bones. But hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Edited by Star, Dec 21 2013, 05:53 PM.
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| Post #4 Dec 22 2013, 03:38 AM | Cowboy |
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No one wants to know the man who stands for things we've outgrown. "You must not get out much." It was true.... ever since his big reveal a few months ago, his image was scattered around the city. The vanguard V was on overpasses and under railway struts. Crudely drawn posters covered the city, some torn down, others thrown up in their place. In the beginning he had to send people out, specifically, to advertise the organization... to show the city that someone was watching out for the little guy; someone would be there when the cops wouldn't. There was someone watching over them. The project had left the basement; it was snowballing out of control. What started as an idea, a theory, a pipedream, had manifested into a day-job, into tangible hope and that was something he didn't expect, but appreciated. New recruits were common place, more and more people coming in through a friend, from some person or other, people going out on ventures in pairs, in small groups, taking their training to the streets, saving lives. Heavy footsteps creaked around the edges of the giant hole in the middle of the floor, the floorboards aching, groaning under the obnoxious weight of the Titan atop them. He seemed to get larger, the closer he got. Not just by proximity, that was given...just his presence; that massive, mountain of muscle and grit and scars.... let's just say there's a certain way former SEALs carry themselves that have a way of projecting their aura and making them seem bigger than they are. Granted, he had a good foot and change on her; that didn't help. Regardless, he extended his large, brutish catchers-mitt of a hand in her direction - the left still half-folded behind his back, a small smile still on his lips. "Name's Mercer. I run The Vanguard." Calloused hands? Good. Training her should be simple. She was young, but she wasn't green. You can go your whole life and never throw a punch; or you can grow up fighting. Laura wasn't soft; she was carved out of wood. She was made for this. "Gonna go out on a limb and assume you're here to help the cause, join the fight. All I wanna know is why you're interested." The 'why' generally helped weed out the folk who just wanted to.... well, put a 'good' label on their murderous intent. Beating a criminal to death, taking down folks unnecessarily, that wasn't what it was all about, and it'd happened too many times. It was the reason he went to jail; covering someone's tracks. No, since then things were played a bit closer to the chest. It was similar to the military, if you looked at it from an abstract-enough POV. Some soldiers wanted in for love of country, others for some discipline; but it was one in fifty who wanted something different. A legal reason to kill another human being. It was far and few between, but it was out there. Niwa just seemed to bring out the worst in people. Hopefully, this girl wasn't one of them. |
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| Post #5 Dec 22 2013, 04:33 AM | Star |
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His comment made her laugh; not a chuckle or a giggle, a full blown laugh. If Laura didn't get out much, then she was sure everyone was a shut in. Her inability to stay indoors on a regular bases was actually starting to get her into trouble. If it were up to her, living in the wild would have been her preference, but seeing as she needed to actually do something with her life that was out of the question. Laura just looked up at him, a smirk crossing her face and her hands resting at her sides. "You'd be surprised.." She answered his non-existent question. As he came towards her, seemingly getting bigger with each step towards her, Laura didn't falter. Her feet stayed planted as her head lifted to keep eye contact with him until he came to a halt. No one intimidated her, note even someone that towered over her completely. Which, there was no question, he was a tank compared to her. She had fought grizzly bears his size, though she was sure he was much smarter then that bear; and less furry. "Mercer, it's a pleasure to meet you." Her hand reached out and took his, giving it a firm shake. He definitely seemed like the leader of a gang like the Vanguard. With that face and his build, who wouldn't want to follow behind him? He was the definitely of a meat shield, and by the scars along his arms it was obvious he had been used one too many times. Laura could appreciate him going straight to the point, not beating around the bush and all that good jazz. She wasn't one to sit around and become buddy-buddy with someone unless it was absolutely necessary. Though, she should probably become a bit friendlier if she was going to hang around with the Vanguard. The last thing she needed was to have everyone look past her. She was already at a disadvantage being a non-meta human in a meta-human world. Laura didn't need to be a b***h to top it off. Pulling her hand away, she put one into her pocket and the other at her side. Her smile still present, "Surviving is what I've done my whole life, and I've always had the mentality of the strongest survive and the weak will fall. I've come to realize that necessarily isn't true." She was obviously ready for that question, it rolled off her tongue like she had rehearsed it. Her Japanese wasn't necessarily the best, but at least it was understandable. It was easy to tell she was American, if not by just the look of her, but by the accent. "If I can use whatever strengths I have to help those that can't, then I feel my life wasn't a waste of time." Maybe a little too heroic? Laura wasn't the savior type, but she did believe that life is precious. It wasn't something to be thrown away in the trash, even if she had been taught to think like that. "I'm not in this for any gratitude, either. It's like, getting in to help someone, then getting out. I've never needed a pat on the back for doing what I do, and I'd rather it not start now." Laura wasn't in this for fame, money, or a repentance for her sins. It was for a personal reason, and that alone. Even if she didn't have the ability to light something on fire or teleport through solid objects, she could do something for this city. |
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| Post #6 Dec 22 2013, 10:31 PM | Cowboy |
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"Well, your heart's in the right place." That was a good chunk of the equation right there. Not in it for fame or fortune (which was good, considering the pay wasn't that great and, for the most part, their work was done at night, in the dark, with anonymity. Gavin's face was all over town because he wanted to be a target. He wanted to be the person that could be blamed. The one the bullets landed on. Because he could take it. What's the point in being bulletproof if you don't paint a target on your back? "In that case, Welcome to the fight." He got a sick satisfaction out of saying that; like he was inviting people to some sort of inner-circle they couldn't see without being within the group. As if he were helping pull the veil off people's eyes, showing them the atrocities of the city, the uphill struggle. "That said, we should probably see what your skillset is so we can figure out what to do with you in the field. As I'm sure you've heard, we've been trying to steer clear of firearms or mortal wounds; trying not to become what we're trying to stop, and all...." He was talking to her now as he turned and started heading back out of the building, towards the courtyard where the training was happening. The sound of batons crashing into eachother grew louder. "I've got my 2nd running the crew at the moment. She's a pleasant enough gal...When she's drunk." He shot a playful wink in her direction. They emerged back outside, a light snow beginning to fall over the courtyard. "Cici, got someone for you to meet. " He was speaking to a tall, militant blonde gal. He motioned to Laura. "This is... wait. Shit. Forgot it already. Starts with an L, right? Lisa, Linda, Ladasha?" Edited by Cowboy, Dec 24 2013, 12:47 AM.
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| Post #7 Dec 24 2013, 04:41 PM | Star |
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"Fantastic." Laura said with a cheerful grin. 'Welcome to the fight' was an appropriate slogan for the Vanguard. Laura nodded her head as he spoke. It was a good thing that she didn't really use traditional weapons; maybe a cross-bow every now and then but that was for recreational fun and shooting deer. Granted she hadn't done that kind of hunting in a while, but she still had it hanging in her small apartment. Guns were above her, even if she had a pistol it was only because it was her fathers and it held sentimental values. Laura had maybe shot a gun twice in her life, and both of them had ended up doing more bad then good. She believed that people should go back to swords and bow n' arrows. That way it was a fare fight; anyone can pick up a gun and shoot it. "I'm not a gun fan, so you don't have to worry about that. As far as skillsets are concerned.." She shifted her eyes, trying to figure out the best way to describe them. However, she didn't get too far as he continued on his talk. Second in command, huh. Following him out into the courtyard area, she took a deep breath and looked around. The sounds of batons clashing caught her attention more then Mercer's inability to remember her name. It was alright, Laura wasn't necessarily the easiest name to remember seeing as though it was American in a country full of non-Americans. "Laura. Laura Star." She offered her full name to him, at least the name she wanted to. There was no need to give him her real last name, that was for her to know and him to never know. Looking off towards the tall blonde that approached, Laura gave her a smile. Waiting for a real name, Cici sounded like a nickname and Laura wasn't particularly fond of calling someone it unless they knew one another. |
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| Post #8 Jan 1 2014, 11:50 PM | Defiant |
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((Because I'm tired, sick and a tad lazy: Cici's current face and uniform here.)) “Again!” She was a cruel mistress. “That baton isn't just a weapon, it's an equalizer.” Because we subdue. Because we're the good guys. Because we're not killers. The scent of sweat mingled with the crisp winter air. The sounds of clashing batons and bodies reminding her of days past. Her life was a lot less regimented now and on some levels she enjoyed the freedom. Sometimes not to so much. At least being Gavin's second gave her something to do now. She was military, born and raised. Serving was in her blood. Being a stay at home mom would have never have suited her anyway. However, watching a bunch of recruits toss each other around in the back yard wasn't exactly how she had dreamed of spending her time. She understood though. Basic combatives could mean the difference between life and death. Then again this training wasn't exactly 'basic'. It also wasn't her favorite area to cover but she'd do it just the same. Cicely could hold herself well enough in a fight but it wasn't her forte. Her's was a very specific skill set. One that she kept sharp with careful practice and daily exercise. Today was no different. Only a handful of people had ever seen her real face. Gavin was among the few. As for the rest of the Vanguard, well, she'd keep them guessing. It was always something different. The nose, the shape of her brow, color of her eyes. Always slightly different. Today her blonde hair had darker shades traveling through it, her face a bit more gaunt, eyes a shade of blue-green, mouth a little smaller than usual. Two things remained consistent though: the uniform and the name. She turned and acknowledged Gavin's return to the yard, guest in tow. “Alright, everyone take a break.” Because sometimes she wasn't such a slave driver, unless your name was Liam. Then all bets were off. But that was a story for another time. She should probably check to see how he was coming along after the “suggestions” she'd given him. Truth was the recruits would tire quickly and he was too impressed by their progress to let them wear themselves out so fast. The girl's appearance was unassuming enough but Cici knew better. Certain things give people away. From the way they stand to the dirt under their fingernails. Little cues. She smiled pleasantly enough at the newcomer, extending a hand. “Cicely Memoire.” Laughing slightly at the “Commander's”' lack of short term memory. Sometimes she wondered how Gavin remembered to put his pants on in the morning. “Star, huh? S'pose it's safe to assume you're here to join us... welcome aboard. Hope you have good insurance.” Obviously, she wasn't pleasantly drunk yet. |
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