A Brave New World

[rileywilson]

*I hide a smile. One Shot. A powerful weapon, but... I watch them both. If a fight breaks out, it's up to me to stop it. Still, I don't believe Jonathon will let it get that far*

[Max Griffiths]

Hello. You're Orwell? *I walk over, realizing I'm still filthy and covered in blood - mostly other people's - but I don't really care*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I hold my hand out for him to shake. I try not flinch because he truely is gruesome. I make a mental note to strengthen my stomach if I am ever to go into combat.* I am. I see you got my email. I wanted to talk to you about some complaints I received while you were on duty.

[Max Griffiths]

*I shake his hand but don't say anything about his comment, waiting for him to elaborate*

[rileywilson]

*I wish I had popcorn. This is GOOD. Still, I palm a gun. Just in case*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I raise one of my eyebrows and frown.* I see they really do call you Silent Max for a reason. Your co-workers have told me that you have been shooting them. And not just with stun. I'm sure you are well aware of our procedures around here and know that that is unacceptable.

[Max Griffiths]

*I shrug* They were in my way. I warned them beforehand. *I pause* Well, most of the time.

[redhavoc]

*I practically run to the meeting. I lost my watch some where in the fight and have to assume I'm late. It's hard to breath with my ribs, but soon I see the door to the designated meeting room. I stop right in front and try to sneak in... only to find there are only three people in the room...crap, I'm early*

[rileywilson]

*One of my crows enter, Red Havoc. I didn't give her the name, but I certainly helped to erase the old one. It's an unexpected suprise, but makes a strange sort of logic if she is looking for Max. When I heard Faith assigned the two, I considered Red a sacrifice. I should have checked up earlier. Part of me can't believe she's alive. Facinating*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I glance over at the newcomer and sigh. I say under my breath:* Shall I continue to be interupted?! *I take a deep breath and continue* Max, I do not appreciate the attitude. As a superior draculoid it is your job to control and mediate your workers. Not shoot them every time they annoy you or get in the way. Shoot a killjoy instead. *I smile crookedly, waiting for his reaction.*

[Max Griffiths]

*I tilt my head* I was trying to. They were in the way.

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I emphasize every word in my next sentance.* Then push them out of the way. Or at least stun them. If you are going to continue this behavior I am afraid I am forced to depromote you. Night hours where you will be alone, less likely to harm others. And in the city. Do us all a favor and clean up the town, not destroy our workers.

[Max Griffiths]

*I don't move* I work in the Zones, not the city.

[redhavoc]

*I don't know what the heck is going on. That must be Orwell and that...I freeze. Wilson. I thought Wilson would be gone from my life by now. Weeks where I wanted to disappear just because of him, my throat raw from screaming. Another part of me wants to thank him for training to me into one of the best fighters in S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W*

*I look to Max, who looks ready for yet another fight. Wilson flashes out of my head. If Max fights, so do I*

[rileywilson]

*I see Max tense and Red assume attack position 34. Shit*