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Post by David B. on Aug 31, 2013 21:36:34 GMT -8
Marcus, at whatever location he was, would hear a knock on the door.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 1, 2013 13:42:12 GMT -8
Upon hearing the sound of the front door being knocked upon, Marcus, Clad in a greasy pair of work coveralls as he sat at his desk, nestled within the heart of his personal workshop situated in the heart of Anaheim, looked up sharply from his latest project, a small wall mounted clock, twisted the lenses of the eyeglass magnifier from his face before letting out an impatient growl from deep within his chest. Fixing clocks required a level of patience that even the mellow Half breed found hard to master and the efforts and failures had begin to aggravate him.
Moving across the garage and into the front office, plucking his work gloves off his hand the man moved to the door and peeked through the eyehole, instinctively putting a hand to the hilt of his trench knife the second he caught sight of that masked face.
"Alittle early for Halloween ain't it, huh?"
The main spoke casually as he unbolted the door and opened it. At the level or strength the two men shared, talking from behind the door would have just been embarrassingly unnecessary considering from what the man could sense, both men could rip through a building with their bare hands with ease.
"Wasn't expecting company so please excuse the shoddy welcome Mr....?"
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Post by David B. on Sept 1, 2013 23:55:55 GMT -8
The masked man gave a garbled chuckle at Marcus, amused a little at his statement. Despite his mask, he was actually dressed quite well. His deep green eyes would watch Marcus calmly and step across the threshold at the obvious invitation. " Connor. You can call me Mike, if you don't mind. All my friends do." He would follow Marcus wherever he led and stop, hands stuffed in the pockets of his button up coat. He would clear his throat. " Marcus- Im only really here for one reason. You see...I represent a...group of individuals. People who have stepped forward from many walks of life. From gangs or the street...all of them, like me. Wearing masks, using a false name. Wearing contacts. We join up, once a week, to move out and attack Barkers forces, to free the territory he has wrongfully claimed and give it back to the people. We don't take it- we just free it. We remain anonymous to protect ourselves from each other in the case of capture. But...we're still recruiting. Your name came up as a potential- a trusted person who might be interested in joining." He would let out a breath. " Dont say yes or no, though. Just show up with full gear, a mask, contacts and a new name. Wear them all, next week at the Virginia country club. Thursday. Ten pm. Show up if you want. Or don't. Either way, its fine by us." He would offer a Hand. " Thats it, and unless you have questions, its been A pleasure." |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 10, 2013 15:06:34 GMT -8
Marcus tilted his head slightly to the side and raised a brow after the man was done his little speil.
"Why?"
He would simply ask, letting the question float in the air between the two men like a fly before elaborating.
"Why not just sign up under one of the factions fighting Barker already? There are plenty orginizations who need fighting men and women, Crows included. We all live under the shadow of that man so I really don't see where fake names and contacts will do you much good...."
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Post by Damien Blaze on Sept 22, 2013 15:22:55 GMT -8
Michael folded his hands- it was the first time he was asked this question, which was good, he supposed. He had an answer prepped but had been rather miffed he couldn't use it.
"I could. But then I, like you, would be restricted. You see, Marcus, you have a high role in your organization. It's a respectable one of command. But you still follow orders. You are...culled, by a set amount of rules. Restrained by a leash, and your always worried about your people. How to feed the army, how to feed civilians, where will you attack next and how many men will it take."
He leaned forward.
"There is also the worry about retaliation. Perhaps your not as worried as some, but there is always the question of when Barker will strike back, and where it will be. Will it be your friend who is killed this time, or will you be the one strung up and tortured for secrets? With the masks, fake names, and silly little amenities, he won't know who you represent. Where your from or how to strike back. And if your captured, you won't know anyone else because everyone has a mask and fake name, so you'll have no information to give."
He would lean back once more.
"The simple truth is, it makes killing Barkers men and freeing territories easier. There is nothing but the hunt. No attachment to the people you fight with, beyond that comraderie that comes with having the same goal. To kill Barkers men and free the people of the world. That's the most basic tennant."
He would wait to see how he responded- if it was taken well, or not so well, Michael could just as easily shrug and tell him it was his choice to join and walk away. But still, Marcus could make a terribly powerful addition to the squad...so he hoped the wolf saw the logic in his actions.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 28, 2013 3:22:47 GMT -8
For a while the man was silent after Mr. Connor was finished talking. He then opened his mouth to speak before closing it fast and frowning. The fact of the matter was this was EXACTLY what Marcus wanted. A Chance to let go of the usual fears and return to basics. No army, no logistics no worries.
Just the Fight. Always the fight.
"I...."
Marcus looked up at Micheal Connor. Looked him in the eyes. Eyes that showed the turmoil in his heart.
He really wanted this.
Would he have the time?
He would make the time.
The mans eyes sharpened. His frown becoming thin and determined before splitting into a wolfish grin.
"I'm in. Just tell me when and where."
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Post by Damien Blaze on Sept 30, 2013 6:40:04 GMT -8
Michael would hold up a hand before Marcus could say that he was in.
"Don't give me a response- I don't need to know whether you will or wont. Just come to Warehouse five in the meat packing district next thursday if you decide to join in. Wear a mask, pick a name, and use contacts if you wish. I hope to see you there."
Michael would stand and offer his hand for Marcus to shake. If Marcus took it, he'd give it a firm but classy squeeze before heading for the door. Unless stopped he would walk out and take off into the night, vanishing around a corner within moments.
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