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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 10:44:44 GMT -5
*I see Morand standing towards the back of the room and smile crookedly. I can already tell he is going to be valuable to our unit. Paranoia is a great asset for men in his line of work. What Aftermath says about taking out half the city makes me nearly laugh. He obviously has not been here before and if so, not long enough. Battery City is huge and built to with with stand nuclear warfare. A few mortars fired will do little damage and the loss of some civilian life is expected. Wilson radios me asking for an update so I rb.* A small killjoy group led by Aftermath has arrived and we are discussing the Vipers in my office. Feel free to join us. The Vipers are a thousand strong and possess only firearms and gunpowder based weapons. They also have a fear of technology which I believe we can use to our advantage.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 15, 2011 10:58:45 GMT -5
*Not far from the old school is a repair shop. I luck out and find a motorcycle in the lot and after digging around in the front desk I find the keys. Within minutes I'm on my way to Battery City. It takes a few attempts because the bike keeps dying and I have to kick it a few times to restart it. Eventually I make it to the outer wall and am immediately met by Dracs. I hop off my bike and walk over to talk to them but am instantly thrown against the toll booth wall.* HEY. *A pair of cuffs are slammed down on my wrists and while the dracs yell at me I'm shoved into a patrol car and left to sit and ponder as they radio into the tower.*
(copied and pasted as I assume I am on this thread now.)
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 11:15:39 GMT -5
*I am suddenly alerted that a killjoy has tried to enter the city and was apprehended. I raise my eyebrow at Aftermath.* One of yours? *I radio back to Wilson, telling him of the incident and as soon as he arrives in my office to oversee the killjoys I lead Morand down to the docking area to meet the captive.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 12:31:35 GMT -5
*I nod.* There are not many of the killjoys but as I am sure you know they can put up a fight. Any of them are worth 4 normal draculoids. The ones that are just numbers and suck at their job. *I roll my eyes and scowl. I hate the incompetent dracs. They are worthless and only end up costing us money.* I can see you are a bit uncomfortable with the thought of fighting along side them. And I do not blame you, do not trust them. At all. Just focus on the fight ahead because it is going to be bloody.
*We turn the corner right as the car pulls up. I watch as the draculoids climb out and yank a girl with curly brown hair of the back seat. She barely struggles and they push her towards us. I recognize her immediately.* Welcome back Miss Main! Didn't want to miss out on all the fun I see.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 15, 2011 12:38:52 GMT -5
*It's a short trip from the toll booth to the tower centered in the city. It's a familiar route and I just indulge in fact that there is air conditioning in this car. We soon enter the docking bay and the dracs get out. They open the door and yank me out, rather harder than necessary. I stumble and laugh at them, especially as they push me towards a couple standing a ways off. One is a drac and the other is the man I spoke with earlier, Orwell. I smile when he recognizes me.* Never sir. I heard we're all having a reunion of sorts. Couldn't bring myself to sit at home reading a book while this went on.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 14:39:42 GMT -5
*I smile and order the dracs to uncuff her.* Come along, the others are upstairs. If I remember correctly you know your way around here pretty well. Morand, Miss Main. Main, Morand.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 15, 2011 14:40:36 GMT -5
*I rub my sore wrists and follow them through the building.* Technically it's Retro Rebel...
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 15, 2011 14:58:24 GMT -5
*I raise an eyebrow and smirk.* Not very talkative, eh? *I don't mind but just shove my hands in my pockets and whistle as I follow them to the elevator and back to Orwell's office. I walk in an smile at the killjoys.* Volume! Long time no see.
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 15, 2011 15:01:11 GMT -5
*I don't talk as I watch the Killjoys, waiting for Orwell to get back. We have nothing to say to each other. Red stands in one corner, obviously wary of the killjoys and still shaken up from Basilisk. Good. I groan when I see who the "new" killjoy is. I vaguely wonder what Miss. Sacramento would do if she saw Sylvia Main...*
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 15, 2011 15:11:19 GMT -5
*it feels... Odd to be around so many killjoys. It feels like the room might a time bomb just waiting to go off at one wrong word. I manage to keep my jitteriness under control for the most part, but I still swallow another pill to be sure*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 15:32:11 GMT -5
*I motion for Main to sit and she does. I then walk back to my desk and look at everyone. We are all here and everyone looks determined.* We all know what we are about to deal with. I want everyone to do there best and try not to get killed. I do not want to deal with the mess. I will be mixing the killjoys up with a few of the unit. If you have a preference, say it now.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 15, 2011 15:32:24 GMT -5
*I keep glancing around at the Better Living unit (Crows? Dracs? I don't know which kind they even are, but they seem competent) furtively, standing wedged between IA and Vanity. If this comes to a fight, I won't want to get in their way. I recognize a few faces in the room: that Red girl is here, as is another woman, a blonde one, that I'm not sure if I actually know or she just looks familiar. And now...Retro.* Afternoon, Retro. I see we're both back here again. *I gesture at my surroundings.* Bad memories? I promise not to ruin things this time. No old friends for me to fight. *shrugs*
*I take a step back when Main enters; I never expected to see her again.* Miss Main. Welcome...back?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 16:21:41 GMT -5
*I can't help but notice that Orwell seems too comfortable around Retro, and vice-versa. Little red flags go up in my head but i push them aside. Bigger threats in mind. I stand up and look at the room full of people. BLI and Killjoys, NOT killing each other.* Well... i never thought i'd see the day that we could stand by each other and not shoot each other dead. Alright, sentimental moment over. Who is good at what? Who's stealthy? Who can shoot? Medics? Specialists of any kind?
*Garter steps forward* You know I can work my way 'round a scalpel, fixed you up, didn't I comrade?
*Boa stands in the corner of the room, mostly trying to remain hidden* I know how they work better than anyone... maybe we should have a team go and fight them directly.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 15, 2011 16:28:18 GMT -5
*I sit down next to Volume and nod hello to.. Pacis? I believe that's her name. Orwell begins talking and I get a good look at who's all here. Then IA stands up and I'm suddenly very afraid as the seriousness of the situation settles in. Us versus the Vipers. Brains versus brawn. How wonderful. Personally I have no problem working with an agent but I'm not one to volunteer any information.*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 15, 2011 16:41:33 GMT -5
*When the killjoy asks who's good at what, i wait to see if anyone says anything first. after the first two people speak, i decide to just speak it so i can get it over with* Im good with a gun, mainly a laser rifle. and I can be stealthy when I need to be.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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