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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 12, 2012 18:09:03 GMT -8
{OOC} Says you =P {OOC}
Marcus gave the little blind girls shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
Why did he have to be such a sucker for cuteness?
"Wouldn't gotten as far as I have if I wasen't careful."
He said cheerfully. He had to admit though, sometimes he had the most fun when he wasen't being careful.
So now the identity of the wheelchair man was revealed.
'Mr. Asiv eh? Ex Principal?'
The mans eyes narrowed as he casted a covert glance back at the man under the blanket. Marcus had WAY too many bad experiances with authority, even defunct authority, to trust the man.
Headmaster Vaughn Clarke immediatly sprung into his mind, Making his fists clench. The only man Marcus ever truely hated.
Well, Besides Sean Barker.
Green? Green wasen't making Marcus feel anywhere near as nervous as he should have, and it had nothing to do with the flirting. In fact Marcus blushed despite himself. It had been awhile since ANYONE looked at him like Green did. One didn't have to be gay to be made to feel handsome and the man was quite comfortable with his own sexuality.
No, someone like green should have set off all manner of warning bells. It made the man wonder if he really was as up front and transparent as he appeared to be.
Marcus filed the thought away to chew on later. It looked like The Ex Principal was having a heart to heart with Green and what they were saying made the young man go from chipper to Broody faster than a bad burrito.
Another tidbit to digest when he had some alone time. Majority of the upper crust out of action eh? Marcus was surprised that Barker didn't just sweep them all away during the downtime.
'Must mean these guys are far more prepared than I initialy thought. And I was being generous.'
The remaining 25 minutes to thier destination, Marcus was wrestling with a question of which he didn't think he wanted the answer to. As they piled out of the black van, Marcus was about to approach Green when he suddenly caught the look on the young mans face as he searched his pockets, comming to the conclusion that now wouldn't exactly be the best time.
So instead he took a moment to circle the black van and take stock of his surroundings. The sight of the warehouse put a MASSIVE smile on the mans face.
Marcus remembered the abandoned cannery he made into his own run down hideout back in New York and felt a deep pang of home sickness.
All Boarded up too, made him feel like he just stepped into a Crime thriller. The whole area looked just about as run down as the warehouse in fact. It made his shoulders itch. He just wanted to run and explore.
Instead, he took a few deep breaths and let his awareness spread out around him. Taking in everything around him with all five of his senses. If there was anyone around with any Ill intent, Marcus would know.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Mar 14, 2012 15:34:01 GMT -8
That was grim news indeed. Asiv and John had stayed still and silent for the ride thinking over the loss of Areon and how that must of pushed Leon even further to do what he did. John would wheel Asiv out of the van and they would wait silently to be led inside. John keeping his mask on until he would be safe inside the building.
~Heh... Safe.~
John's eyes behind the mask scanned the scene as he began to allow his senses to stretch outward. He could sense violence in this place, but not the kind you would think, it was like it had imprinted its self here... Death.
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Post by Leta on Mar 19, 2012 14:48:48 GMT -8
Leta remained quiet the whole drive over, completely keeping to herself. She never really trusted cars. There was no way of knowing where she was going. Hopefully she would have been there before, and will pick up on something that would trigger the correct mental map. She listened to everyone's breathing. Everyone was calm--well, Marcus sounded as eager as ever. When the car stopped, Leta would be the first to jump out of the car. Wretched things, cars. She quickly began gathering bits of information of her surroundings.
First, she recognized the sounds of waves. It was fairly windy, and the ocean mist delicately grazed her face. The were very close to the ocean.
Next, since she wasn't wearing shoes, she picked up on the floor. Wood. They were standing on a wood floor, indicating they were probably on a pier, or board walk.
Lastly, the faint smell of old wood. This could have either been from the flooring itself, or there was an old building on it. But wherever it came from, it was definitely old, as it was accompanied by that annoying creak of stressed wood.
She was thoroughly satisfied with her analyzation, as she generally knew where she was now. When the time came that she would leave this place, she would simply follow the beach south until she came to a large rock. That would be her next land mark in helping her find her way home.
What now?
Leta marked where her companions for the time were. Marcus, as she had already memorized his step pattern, was only a few feet away. Mr. Asiv, still in a wheelchair, and his partner were a couple yards away, and Green was being a loner even further still.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 22, 2012 2:38:34 GMT -8
OOC: Just lots of SENSORY information.  Salty Air, Rusted Nails The abandoned warehouse wore a ruined coat of red paint over the thick wall of concrete. The rooftop was flat, made of riveted, metal strips, fused together with heat, that seemed to creak high above them, as though the whole building were moaning. As they proceeded out of the car, they would find that the blacktop abruptly ended in favor of a wooden bridge, keeping them elevated above the sand that sat beneath them. The wooden planks they walked on threatened to splinter, with bits of sand, blown up up and through the air, rested beneath their feet.
Safe House #8 appeared to be the typical abandoned warehouse indeed used by gangs and other variants of ruffian, overlooking the beach. The wood beneath them was the testament of a decade, already showing signs of rot... which in turn, after walking ten paces, disappeared and made way for a stretch of thirty-one yards of uninterrupted sand before the beautiful ocean crashed in. It wore away at the sand and built it back up, like a whimsical creator, leaving nothing sacred, save for a really large rock.(OOC: <3)It was fortunate that the Barker Patrols didn't patrol this area nearly as heavily. They had already lost Safe Houses #1-5, 7, 10-12, 14, and 17-19 purely because the zones were too hot, too easy to compromise. Barker's forces could be unnecessarily thorough. Personally, "Green" was glad #8's good view could be somewhat enjoyed...
...But the policy was to not use a Safe House for more than an hour or two, unless prioritized as a staging point... which still had yet to happen. Hastily, "Green" whipped out the key and pushed it into the lock, turning it with some level of difficulty---the salt air had been doing wonders. With a push, and finally a ram of his left shoulder, he pressed the door, revealing a glowing darkness that waited for them inside. He stepped back, squeezing his sore shoulder with an indignant grunt as he glared, assessing the inside. Turning around, he would hold up a hand, signifying everyone to hold for a moment. He would step inside, slightly closing the door behind him for a minute...* * * * * * * * * * * * * When "Green" came out, a light followed after him. There was a thin cut around his neck. In his right hand was a pair of overly large, black, steel-toed boots. He would walk over to Leta... and stare for a moment, tilting his head. Turning his gaze towards Marcus rather deliberately for a moment, he would then push the boots in towards Leta's stomach, before looking at Leta again. His face was a little terse, but his voice came out calmly..."Put these on. We haven't really swept the floor since we moved the former occupants out---wouldn't want you to get a nail through your foot."There was no hint of recognition or familiarity in his voice.
Turning towards Marcus, almost seemingly identifying him as Leta's stand-in guardian, he would nod approvingly, but without change of either his face or his tone."There are some rusted nails sticking out from the walls and other furniture, if you would," he added, implying he wanted the man to watch Leta for things that hearing alone could not show her without unfortunate touch.
That done, the young man would jog up to the side of the van, nodding at the driver, which was reciprocated. The driver then drove off---another decoy ploy, just in case. "Green" would look around, noting that the area was still secure, seeing as how only four minutes had passed and moved towards the door, opening it for his guests. He would bow and nod to each one with his left arm while his right arm remained stretched out, continually pressing against the heavy thing.To Mr. Asiv & John Ong: "If you were alive, he stated you would find a way to find us, sir. He's always had such faith. Glad to see you, Mr. Asiv. And you as well, Mr. Ong."To Marcus: "Your cooperation is appreciated, sir. Please, come inside."To Leta: "...No, I remember you. Welcome," he would smile, finally acknowledging some memory of the day.* * * * * * * * * * * * * When they all finally walked inside, the first noticeable thing would be the rank that assaulted their noses. Oxidizing metal, rotted fish... copious amounts of dried blood. Second to attack them would be their sense of sight as blinding lights from the crude lamps swung from above from long, black wires, their metal shades clamping down into flat cones. "Green's" skin would develop goosebumps all over, from how frigid it felt, the warehouse inside several noticeable degrees colder than the outside. Eight wooden pillars, some patched with sheets of metal, riveted into place, rotted around them, filling the room with a constant, but quiet creaking. The floor around them was a thicker, more compact and layered version of the wooden planks they walked on outside, still somewhat sandy... and covered in hay and other, less safe things. The center of the vast room had a circle of blood that splattered outward... though more primarily towards the back wall of the warehouse.
To their sides, behind the pillars but before the walls were gigantic masses, covered in thick, khaki nylon sheets. If anyone were to approach these sides, they would find that the aroma of the rotting fish and... blood... would intensify several dozen fold. In the back, there was the silent humming of several devices, small green lights flickering the "ok" for the APCs. The room itself signed onto all the signs of a former fish processing plant, retrofitted for something suggestively more sinister. The lights would not help such potential sensations, glowing only over a few set of round, plastic tables surrounded with foldable chairs, making the vast room seem to shrink into something smaller... a cage for the senses.
Nonchalantly, "Green" would close and lock the door behind them. His lips would turn up into a cruel smile..."Comfortable, isn't it?" he sighed sarcastically, his face becoming slightly downturned again. He would walk towards the center, his right hand reaching out loosely for one of the chairs and spinning it around, walking about it until both the chair and himself rested on the ground, towards the table. Straightening his back and properly taking off his hat with both hands, he would rest it on the table before intertwining his fingers in a joined fist as he looked at everyone. He would wait to see if they would choose to carry on without him or if they would sit down with him.
If they chose to continue their conversation where they stood, the man would wait patiently.
If they chose to find seats or to stand around the table with him, the man would look up, staring at them all very seriously."A few ground rules.
"No yelling, no singing, no dancing (the walls are thick, but not that thick), no sex, no rough housing, or anything that would make a loud noise.
"You are free to talk here as you like with or without me included, as this is a safe haven for non-Barker affiliates to congregate, courtesy of Crows..."He would stare at Marcus and Leta for a moment. His adam's apple rose up, before falling down again...
No, he had no proof that these two weren't signed in with Barker.
He was taking a cue from "Unfettered"... trusting his gut... and trying to trust people when trust really was a commodity in this current reality."...As no loyalty tests have proven by all given participating parties, any questions directed at me will not include any potentially crucial information."A sad smile grew on his face the moment he finished, looking at them all."...Proceed whenever you are ready."
OOC: If you choose to keep "Green" involved, I'll keep with the post order. Otherwise, if you choose to ignore "Green," you three may go with whatever posting order that the three of you agree amongst yourself and may ignore my spot on the order at your leisure until you find it necessary to interact with "Green" again (like in getting out... )
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 22, 2012 21:29:05 GMT -8
Marcus had walked back towards the others after doing a small personal recce of the area. Nice beach. He had seen Green fiddle with the lock and finaly wrench the door open before slipping inside. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he started shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he waited.
"Probably getting the cheese and crackers ready."
Marcus quiped, hoping to lighten the mood alittle.
"And the tea. Oh I do hope there's tea."
It was a few minutes before Green had finaly opened the door. The first thing Marcus noticed that it was Green, but at the same time not Green. Same man, Different attitude. He watched as Green thrusted a pair of boots at Leta, giving him a look Marcus couldn't recognize. He tilted his head quizzicaly.
Practical, if alittle rough in it's execution.
Why didn't she wear shoes?
Green kept pressing about the Nails, looking pointedly at Marcus. He got the hint alright, thing was, Leta was blind, not stupid.
"Hey, I heard you the first time."
Marcus interupted with a raised palm before glancing back at his young friend before asking with mild sarcasm;
"Leta? You had your Tetnus shots right?"
If so, then she'll be fine. With his voice and posture, Marcus would make it very clear he was confident she could keep from sticking herself.
Moving past Green with the others, nodding his thanks, Marcus walked inside and immediatly scrunched his nose up in disgust, letting out a low wet growl from deep in his chest. It was the smell of dried blood that was putting his teeth on edge and making him take a step back as if physicaly struck by the stench. The rest, he was used to and could easily get over.
He gave a bark of a laugh after Green made a comment about comfort.
"I like it. Just needs a bar, some T.V.'s. A stripper pole. Give me a few days and I can probably rig up a decent sound system....."
The truth was, the place gave Marcus the creeps something fierce. The place had all the warmth of a snuff film studio. In fact Marcus had a suspision that that was exactly what went on here at some point in the past. For a moment, he envyed Leta her lack of sight.
Wait.....OH SHIT LETA!
Reaching into his various coat pockets, Marcus pulled out a hankerchief and a small bottle of cologne. Spraying the cloth down, he then reached over and gently took her hand.
"Here. Good GOD you must be suffering right now."
Marcus rememebered WAY back when he was first dating his ex Kelsie, another blind blonde, Marcus had opened up the fridge to reveal a plate of rotten food. The effect on the poor girl was almost tragic as she immediatly became sick from the smell.
The man then grabbed one of the plastic tables and rested his weight against it, facing Green. He listened to the ground rules, seemed reasonable enough.
'Loyalty test? Really? What do they think this is? A game?'
Marcus took that as his cue and cleared his throat loudly. Taking his flatcap off his head, he leveled a surprisingly serious gaze on Green. The words that came out of his mouth were ALL business.
"Let me start by making one thing abundantly clear. I aint here to join your militia of crows. I will fight by your side, but as an ally, not an underling. Primarily, I refuse to take orders from you and yours."
Marcus paused for dramatic effect. Barker wasen't the only one who knew how to talk. He would look to each person in turn as he spoke.
"Having said that. I DO intend on respecting the rules of this house and fully intend to do everything within my power to help you bury that sunovabitch. This includes sharing any information on Barker and his forces that I know, so long as the courtesy is returned. I don't expect you to ever let me sit in the big meetings, but one way or another, I want to be kept in the loop. Also, any.....suggestions you may have for me will be respected, considered and implemented if I feel it expedites Barker's demise. Unless it breaks my own code of ethics."
Marcus paused again to give everyone time to let that sink in.
"Secondly, and this is something of a personal matter, so you may disregard this if you wish. I'm looking for a man. Leon Sudeki. Any information of where I could find him would be greatly appreciated. My intentions are benign, the man was....is my master and teacher. I'd like to get back in touch with him if at all possible."
His speach concluded, Marcus would lean back and cross his arms, letting his eyes move from person to person to see who would speak next.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Mar 23, 2012 22:44:51 GMT -8
Once inside the building John would pull the ballistics mask from his face and move it to the belt loop of his pants on the left side. Wheeling Asiv wherever he was needed at the time. When spoken to or otherwise left to their devices they would simply look around and seem to be... Plotting. At the comment of finding them if he where alive Asiv would simply grin and say.
"Ah, but thats the best part isn't it? Because he had such faith and kept you all looking for me, I didn't have to find you at all."
The seating arrangement would be decided as they fell apparently as John put Asiv conveniently looking from a 'corner' of everyone else, while John took a defending position near by. He stayed rather quiet, but when Leon was brought up, but Asiv and John physically cringed.
"So you are Marcus Prasad... Leon spoke highly of you. You see, for many years even when building Katana in New York he has been working for me. Taking on Barker at every turn, but after the stand still against his forces here, Leon decided to attack with his own strategy to get the medicine needed to revive me. In the attack his entire force was decimated except for one of his Captains. Including him. The reports state he was captured alive, but I dont suspect Barker making the mistake of keeping him alive twice. I suspect your best bet would be to find his son. Spike I suspect has met up with Leon's Captain and is probably on some sort of killing rampage through Barker controlled territory."
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Post by Leta on Mar 25, 2012 14:30:05 GMT -8
Green opened a door, and disappeared inside a building for a while before reemerging, and walking to Leta. But she wasn't paying attention. A wretched smell was emanating from that room. She grimaced and hoped they wouldn't be expected to go in there. A pair of large boots were thrust into Leta's stomach, catching her off guard a bit. She clenched her fists, and pointed her head at Green. She would be glaring at him if she could see. But, realizing what was actually happening, Leta grabbed the boots and toyed with them a bit. She felt the grime on the outside, and they smelled just as bad as the room.
"Put these on. We haven't really swept the floor since we moved the former occupants out---wouldn't want you to get a nail through your foot."
She nodded and sat on the ground, shaking the boots out first before putting them on. They were way too big. She would have to march every step to keep them on.
"There are some rusted nails sticking out from the walls and other furniture, if you would,"
"Hey, I heard you the first time. Leta? You had your Tetnus shots right?"
Leta sat with her back hunched. She brought her her hand to her face and scratched her temple with a finger before lifting her head toward Marcus.
"I, uhh... The orphanage couldn't afford them..." she bit her lip, turned her head back to the floor, then stood up.
"If you were alive, he stated you would find a way to find us, sir. He's always had such faith. Glad to see you, Mr. Asiv. And you as well, Mr. Ong."
Mr. Ong. Well, at least I have a name for him now.
"Your cooperation is appreciated, sir. Please, come inside."
"...No, I remember you. Welcome," There was a smile in his voice that Leta could appreciate.
Leta would march in Marcus' footsteps, seeing as he was the only one here she could trust. Although there was a door, they walked into a wall. A wall of the most horrid stench Leta had ever let seep into her nostrils in her life. Her eyes grew wide and her nostrils flared. She hunched and heaved to the side of the doorway, and nearly threw up. She stood hunched next to Marcus, trying to only breath through her mouth.
"Comfortable, isn't it?"
"I like it. Just needs a bar, some T.V.'s. A stripper pole. Give me a few days and I can probably rig up a decent sound system....."
.....help...me...
"Here. Good GOD you must be suffering right now."
Leta weakly lifted her hand to Marcus' arm, and felt her way to his hand, taking the handkerchief, and holding it to her nose and mouth. It was sprayed with a lovely cologne, and neutralized most of the smells that occupied the room.
"A few ground rules.
"No yelling, no singing, no dancing (the walls are thick, but not that thick), no sex, no rough housing, or anything that would make a loud noise.
"You are free to talk here as you like with or without me included, as this is a safe haven for non-Barker affiliates to congregate, courtesy of Crows..."
A pause.
"...As no loyalty tests have proven by all given participating parties, any questions directed at me will not include any potentially crucial information."
Another pause.
"...Proceed whenever you are ready."
"Let me start by making one thing abundantly clear. I aint here to join your militia of crows. I will fight by your side, but as an ally, not an underling. Primarily, I refuse to take orders from you and yours."
Oh, Marcus... How he loved giving speeches.
Leta smiled to herself through his shpeel, finding him both humorous and adorable. She liked how up front he was about his intentions. There was no hiding with him.
"Having said that. I DO intend on respecting the rules of this house and fully intend to do everything within my power to help you bury that sunovabitch. This includes sharing any information on Barker and his forces that I know, so long as the courtesy is..."
Leta spaced out for the rest of it. Instead, she listened to the sounds of the old place. There were frequent creaks from the ocean breeze attempting to sway the structure, and a few little skitters of rats in the distance. It wasn't likely this place had been occupied in a long while. She couldn't distinguish any of the smells from earlier, but no one in their right mind would stay here and endure that.
Leta heard people talking, but paid no attention to them. She focused on the calm serenity of the waves instead.
When everyone stopped talking, Leta decided she should say something. Though, she didn't know what.
"My name is Leta May, and I don't know what's going on," she said muffled into her handkerchief, "but rules are not a problem to follow for me."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 26, 2012 17:47:00 GMT -8
Marcus listened Quietly as Mr. Asiv recounted what he knew. Most of it confirmed everything that Barker had already told him. Well, everything except for the whole Son part. That knocked Marcus for a loop and it visably showed as his eyes went wide. A son? Marus wracked his brain trying to remember if Leon ever said anything about a woman in his life but gave up after a few moments.
'So Leon sensei worked for you, huh?'
He couldn't help but feel like that was abit of a stretch. He just couldn't see his master taking orders from anyone. Especialy not from a PHS Principal.
Especialy since there was one thing that still bothered him. Leon wasen't dead until Marcus saw a body.
"Welp. That's a lead as good as any. Anything you want me to tell Spike when I find him?"
In Barker controlled territory no less. Life was hard, yeah. But did it really have to be THAT hard? The man would look from Asiv to Green and await a response.
In the meantime he had some thinking to do. The man wanted nothing more than to finish up quickly and leave to find the Offspring of his master. But at the same time, if Leta decided to stick around awhile, Marcus would feel obligated to stay with her.
He couldn't explain the cause, but it just didn't sit well with him to leave her in a grimy place like this.
In the resulting silence, Leta chose that moment to introduce herself. Keeping quiet, Marcus shifted himself (table and all) over so that the others could get a better look at her.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 28, 2012 19:26:37 GMT -8
An “Unexpected” Visitor From what “Green” could gather from the people as he greeted them were: Marcus didn’t like bullshit or ill-perceived condescending remarks, but like many of the same sex felt compelled to also be incredibly protective of the opposite gender. Leta was… an observer. And Asiv was as full of his mysterious, plotting ways as “Unfettered” took him for, if not more. That said, “Green” wouldn’t change his demeanor and would still maintain his original disposition as aforementioned, watching as everyone fell into their spots from his own place at the table.
An unmistakable air of aggression flooded the room as Marcus stared down at “Green,” who politely, if blankly, stared back at Marcus as he made his declarations. If not aggression, the man spoke with the familiarity of an old friend who liked to show he didn’t get trodden on. Of course, this old friend, while he knew Marcus’ name, had yet to have told “Green” his own name, though the courtesy of introduction had been conducted at least on the Militia man’s side. So, “Green” was rather confused, since he had not yet been asked to detail out any military organization or of how things ran within Crows, much less Militia.
“Green” was at least glad that the boisterous man verbally promised to keep himself civil here and that alone was satisfactory. That, along with the promise of a potential ally from Marcus, however independent, was savory. The well dressed man fiddled with his hands in his pockets as he nodded, not bothering to say anything further, much less say anything to provoke and argue with this unnamed man, as even that much wasn’t even his duty. It was alright though, as he would undoubtedly make something of this. “Green” had even less to say on anything in regards to Leon Sudeki, though he was amongst the top ten people for whom “Unfettered” had been trying to reach for, ever since the death of Areon Fury. This unnamed man’s position under Leon as a pupil was… heartening.
Upon finishing his speech, the fellow sat down, his arms crossed in what psychologists would state to be a subconscious form of defensiveness as he stared around the room, his air turning far more neutral than before, if vigilant.”Wonderful. And… who are y---“”Green” bit his tongue as he swallowed his words, allowing Mr. Asiv to speak from his corner in the room uninterrupted. Thankfully, Mr. Asiv put a name to the unknown’s man’s face, as well as reinforcement to Marcus’ position as Leon’s pupil.”Marcus Prasad…” he whispered to himself as he looked down, seeming to be staring at the top of his pants.
A clicking noise could be heard, more obvious as “Green” stood up, looking at Mr. Asiv as he began to explain a backstory that was completely new to him. “Green’s” expression was blank, but his ears were dry sponges.
This fight with Barker had been going on for much longer than anyone had realized. But the beating in “Green’s” heart could have sank down a few inches in his chest as he had to play the words again in his head.
‘…His entire force was decimated except for one of his Captains. Including him.’
‘His entire force was decimated, except for one of his Captains. Including him.’
‘Entire force.’
‘Decimated.’
‘Including him.’
“Green’s” eyes widened, as he visibly took out the Bluetooth from his pocket, revealing that they were all being listened in on.
Leon was captured? Was Leon… dead?
---As though to break the sudden serious tone that waylaid the room in the thickness of this atmosphere, ‘Leta May’ introduced herself and declared her own decision to follow the safe house’s rules. “Green” couldn’t help but look at her, with a sign of incredulousness. Mr. Asiv, who had incredibly strong affiliations with Leon, was reporting one of the heaviest things that the man had heard in his life. “Green” fell to his pants, speechless.
*Crackle**”Ich heard it all. Ich am coming in.” *The Militia soldier looked down at the Bluetooth that he gripped tightly in his hand and looked up at the door. Quickly, he walked up and around the table, his hands balled into tight fists. The lock of the door jarred roughly, as “Green” reached to his side, loosening up an apparent knife---
---With a blast, the door opened up, having been kicked open, letting in the sun. Immediately, “Green’s” agitated back could be seen relaxing downward as a figure stood, crutches under his arms. With a practiced retreat as he bowed his head. A hand shot out, slipping underneath “Green’s” hat to ruffle his hair.
*Ruffle* *Ruffle* *Ruffle*”Jesus, Fett, cut it ouuuut. I’m tryin’ t’ be seriouuuuus.””Oh. Okay.
“Zat’s adorable.””YOU’RE BEING MEAAAAAN.””Kekeke… Pardon me.
“Ich came as quickly as Ich could, ven Ich heard ze report. Well done, ‘Green.’”The door was closed behind the man as “Green” (with a boyish, large blush plastered on his face), went back to his seat with his fedora covering over as much of his face as possible. Perhaps Leta would have heard the racing speed at which “Green’s” pulse had jumped, as the man rested his arms more informally on the table.
…Meanwhile, “the German” had placed his crutches by the door, pushing his chest high up, so as not to compound on his still-healing bullet wounds on his chest. He would walk over first to Mr. Asiv, nodding at John Ong, with a hand extended outward. If this was not reciprocated, he would smile quietly, closing his eye in understanding.”Danke, Mr. Ong.
“Danke… John. Ich have been concerned since ve lost contact vith du und Mr. Asiv on zat… Fated day. Vordz cannot describe how relieved Ich am to know ze Supervisor ist safe.”The German would then walk to Mr. Asiv. Though it pained him, he would lean over to face the former Supervisor in the face, his own devoid of any expression. With a quick look to John Ong first, he would then lean further to Mr. Asiv and press his lips on the ex-Supervisor’s forehead, smiling warmly, his hands caressing the man’s shoulders if Mr. Ong allowed. If this wasn’t a show of the German’s esteem for Mr. Asiv, much less his affection, nothing would. But he would say nothing to Mr. Asiv, retreating only to stand up straight again and to nod. They were not yet in friendly territory, so he could not give the man his proper welcome.
The man would walk around the table… with a limp. As he did so, his body finally came into the light. Leta would perhaps hear from the German’s gait the still recovering condition that the German was in. But it was a proud, confident strut---not one of strength. There was purpose in his walk with no loud stomping on the wooden floor. In the light, Marcus would see that the German was wearing a black overcoat with a simple, white t-shirt on underneath. He wore plain jeans and black sneakers---In fact, “Unfettered, from the neck down of his 6’5, lanky body could be perceived to be absolutely normal, and not threatening at all. No, if Marcus was to make an observation, it would perhaps be the head that was mounted on such a stringy looking body. “Unfettered” had long, white hair that was completely natural to him, not from any experiment. The hair went on down to between his shoulder blades, which may have made him look feminine if not for the thick spread to his shoulders and his gaunt cheeks and chin. The most iconic thing about this man was… his eye-patch. An eye-patch over his left eye---and unlike some who wore them for the sake of training themselves, there was only an empty socket that remained behind his. Today, for this special meeting, he was wearing one of his oldest and first eye-patches.
There was a swastika on this man’s eye-patch.
“Green” immediately stood up and allowed for “Unfettered” to take his seat in the middle, opposing chair, which “Unfettered” nodded at, silently thanking his compatriot. In turn, he looked up, wearing the warmest smile those two may have seen. The German… “Unfettered”… looked positively delighted, ecstatic to be with them. Glad. Relieved.
With reverence he would nod at the man first. He rippled pleasantly, underneath his yellow shirt with well toned muscles and strength. It was as though the German could see the energy and vitality that sprung from the man and this too was infecting “Unfettered” as well.“Marcus Prasad, ja? Greetingz.”To the girl, he tilted his head, noting the similarly matching long, white hair on her head. Looked at what appeared to be empty, blind pupils. And yet, perhaps, the German could perceived that she was looking at him clearly, so much more clearly than he ever could with his single, blue eye. He nodded at her too, though almost paused with a look of nostalgia from day’s past.“Leta May…? It ist a pleasure.”The man shivered, to which his shoulders shook up and down, as though laughing. As he breathed out, a long jet of smoky air streamed out. He was incredibly sore still, but the expression on his face seemed to make it look as though this were all worth it.
”Hallo und velcome.
“Du may call me ‘Unfettered.’ Ich am one Crows’ founding vaterz. Ich am also ze founder of ze first incarnation of Militia.
“Please pardon mein greetingz---Ich have been listening in on zis conversation for some time. However, ‘Green’ told me of ze presence of gifted invidualz in ze area, accompanying our VIPs und Ich felt compelled to meet du all in person.”
The smile on his face was stretched wide with dimples nestled in his cheeks. He didn’t appear disappointed.
He would, however, turn his face to a frown as he looked at Leon and would bow towards the table. The possibility of having lost Leon was no small news. Unbeknownst to him, he too shared Marcus’ sentiment on the matter. Leon was too tough, too strong, too fast. He had always been at 259 in some way, shape, or form. It was inconceivable to him that a “Leon Sudeki” should simply cease to exist. He would not state anything, though, as Mr. Asiv’s answer had not been directed to him. Instead, he looked over to Marcus and nodded softly before speaking.”Ich overheard your statement of allying vith us.”He smiled.
If he had heard the part of Marcus not wanting to take orders, he didn’t appear bothered by this. If he heard of the way how Marcus spoke, declaring that he would be his own thing, the German didn’t look the least bit discouraged. In fact, “Unfettered” may have very well accepted these prospects with open arms.”Ve have been looking for Auxilia---Allies. If du should need, we shall provide housing und resources. If your reputation speaks for itself, undoubtedly people will rally under du. Ve vish to offer safe havens, but ve also need sheiriffs und defenders. If need be, ve can speak later, in private, but vat du are declaring yourself to be is exactly vat ve support.”…An offer… But there was no pressure nor any spoken word of a time limit. The fact that this “Marcus Prasad” was so staunchly against Barker appeared to be good enough for the German who smiled at the admirable figure of character.
At Leta, he would nod at as well, before speaking.”Ve offer housing und are on our way to recreating a new economy in zis state of emergency. Zis includes housing for those who do not vish to affiliate vith us.”At that, the German would grow silent, nodding once more, wanting to allow the conversation to perpetuate beyond his simple words. |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 31, 2012 23:23:24 GMT -8
{OOC} Ugh, not one of my best posts sorry >_< {OOC}
Green could easily be forgiven for mistaking Marcus' Enthusiasm and Passion for aggression. Lord knows sometimes these things were one and the same.
'YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I'm meeting important people today!'
Marcus couldn't believe his luck. How the hell did he always find himself at the right place at just the right time?
He had to admit this was more than alittle convenient. First the Supervisor of the defunct PHS 259 and his bemasked bodyguard, then this curious 'Green' fellow with a taste for fedora's and mood whiplash, Leta, his new friend, And now....
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Unfettered. Founder(One of) Of the Crows and thier Milita has walked through the door.
In all Honesty, Marcus half expected Leon himself to walk out from behind a set of Curtains with a wry grin, pose and say something along the lines of "Well, now that I have you all here....."
Would be nice. Then with Leon at the lead, they could all storm Barkers impenetrable Flying Castle on Dragonback and call down a meteor to smite the bastard.
Aye. Would be nice.
Now this man, 'Unfettered' Seemed to like the cut of Marcus' jib. So much so that he offered the man resources and a safe place to stay. These things he would have no problem accepting and putting to use.
"So. We understand each other perfectly then."
He responded, a twinkle in his eye, absolutly pleased despite himself. He liked this man. The fact he was praising Marcus for demanding Autonomy from the Militia's chain of command definatly put him on his 'Good guys' list. Though he had to admit, the Swastika Eyepatch was more than alittle off putting. He couldnt help but comment on it.
"Though I have to admit"
He said, tapping his own eye.
"You have strange taste in accesories my friend. Not many can walk around so freely with that.......particular symbol."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Apr 23, 2012 9:57:26 GMT -8
Asiv and ong both would have rathered the reports be false, but they stayed silent allowing Unfettered to do his thing. He of course was chosen as the balance of john ong for his charismatic and planning ways. Asiv couldn't help but smile at this, even now years later with everything that's been going on. These two would be the perfect combination.
John ong decided to reply to marcus about spike.
"Imagine Leon as a teenager. Now imagine he controls a small army. Finally he just found out his dad is dead. I suggest being very clear of your purpose."
Asiv laughed at Johns usual over simplification.
"We can give you a map he's probably got the bulk of his forces in compton right now."
"Mr. Winters if you don't mind we'd like to stick around and help the crows."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 23, 2012 17:55:03 GMT -8
Marcus cocked his head to the side.
'Funny, that sounds alot like me when I was a teen. Well, Besides the whole dad being dead part.'
With his trademark wolf-like grin, he spoke.
"Oh I fully intend to be quite clear with my intentions. First, I'm going to find him. Then I'm going to punch him in the fucking schnoz. Then him and I are gonna have a right fucking row for an hour or two. THEN once thats all over, I'll tell him who I am."
Ten bucks said you could probably hear a pin drop in that room right after THAT bombshell. Marcus just stood there, Eyes alight and that damn grin on his face turning into a toothy smile.
"Because If he really is a Sudeki, a true son of Leon? He wont believe a single fucking word I say otherwise."
Brutal, effective, and would easily cut out a few hours of pointless pissing matches and finger pointings. Like knows like and the boy would recognize his fathers Influence in him during the fight. Already he could feel his blood getting hot at the thought of locking horns with a Sudeki again. Even if it was Leons offspring.
"I best get started then. I'd rather not keep the brat waiting too long for his spanking."
His smile was now positively feral.
"Compton eh? Don't worry. If he's there, I'll find him."
With a nod of his head to each person in the room and a gentle squeeze of her upper arm ("Catch ya later Kiddo, Get home safe ok.")
Marcus would make his way to the door. When his hand reached the handle, he would turn to look over his shoulder one last time.
"Oh by the way, Unfettered? I look forward to fighting by your side in the comming days. Also yes, I really wouldn't mind having a pow wow with you and yours in the next little while."
He spoke with a surprising amount of earnest before walking out the door.
(Exit! Stage left!)
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Post by Leta on Apr 24, 2012 15:06:25 GMT -8
After a bit of silence as the result of some depressing matter that Leta cared not in the least to find out more about, the door suddenly burst open with a loud bang. The noise startled her to say the least, as she jumped half way to the ceiling. The man who caused this raucous advanced through the room with a purpose. The sound of a hand rubbing someone's head could be heard.
”Jesus, Fett, cut it ouuuut. I’m tryin’ t’ be seriouuuuus.”
Apparently Green knew the strange newcomer. Leta wondered if Marcus knew people here as well, and she was the only one left in darkness.
”Oh. Okay. Zat’s adorable.” A German man.
”YOU’RE BEING MEAAAAAN.”
Leta dropped her jaw at the apparent close relationship between the two. Confusion had definitely settled in for her. When the man had addressed Marcus directly and by name, she assumed that her previous speculations were true. But when he turned his attention to herself, and addressed her by name, the shock was quite evident on her face.
Wha--? But... I never told him my name... How does he...
She turned to Marcus, hoping for some explanation, but received none. He was likely looking away. The strange man began breathing in a way one does when they laugh silently. She wondered what was so funny.
”Hallo und welcome. Du may call me ‘Unfettered.’ Ich am one Crows’ founding vaterz. Ich am also ze founder of ze first incarnation of Militia. Please pardon mein greetingz---Ich have been listening in on zis conversation for some time. However, ‘Green’ told me of ze presence of gifted invidualz in ze area, accompanying our VIPs und Ich felt compelled to meet du all in person.”
Oh...
He then proceeded to talk to Marcus on his previous comments of allying with the gang in order to take Barker down, whatever that meant.
”Ve offer housing und are on our way to recreating a new economy in zis state of emergency. Zis includes housing for those who do not vish to affiliate vith us.”
This was directed at Leta. But all she could do was process confusion. Can anyone even process confusion? process nothing and be confused.
"Not many can walk around so freely with that.......particular symbol."
What symbol was Marcus talking about? She turned her head, looking for more of an explanation, but would likely get none, seeing as wheel chair helper, Mr. Ong, decided to reply to Marcus, taking his attention away.
"Imagine Leon as a teenager. Now imagine he controls a small army. Finally he just found out his dad is dead. I suggest being very clear of your purpose."
"Oh I fully intend to be quite clear with my intentions. First, I'm going to find him. Then I'm going to punch him in the fucking schnoz. Then him and I are gonna have a right fucking row for an hour or two. THEN once thats all over, I'll tell him who I am."
Everyone is crazy, and i'm a frog. Leta thought to herself, making a joke about the situation.
The man told him something about forces in Compton, which was apparently good news for Marcus, as he was more than eager to get out of there to begin his search. He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, and said, "Catch ya later Kiddo, Get home safe ok."
She dropped her jaw as low as it would go, not even caring about his last words toward Unfettered. He would then leave her in a strange place in a room full of men, alone and confused.
She faced the doorway for a few seconds, whimpered a bit, then turned back to face the group.
"Can I just... know what's going on?" she spoke warily while slowly easing her way along the wall, toward the door. She had an easy escape, should anything happen. But she wouldn't leave just yet.
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