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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 7, 2014 23:13:47 GMT -8
Mathew sat down in the cafe, his very manly hot chocolate sitting in front of him untouched. The whipped cream melting slowly inside the hot brown liquid that was normally a favorite of his. But today it did nothing for his mood. Instead his fingers drummed on the table as he impatiently waited.
They were meeting with Strike here today. Probably a trap of some sort. Certainly not something that was going to end well. At least he wasn't expecting it to. But David seemed to think it worth hearing him out. And Mathew didn't want to be left out of the loop of what was going on. He needed to know what was going on so he could move his own plans forward. Though he couldn't help but wonder if they could just kill him here. They would have numbers on him, and the three of them were pretty damn strong.
However Strike had taken out Hector like it was nothing. And that was reason to be cautious. Because he wouldn't have a second chance at this.
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Post by David B. on Jan 8, 2014 11:54:36 GMT -8
David had called Strike, and told him when and where to meet them...at the heart of their territory. Unlike Mathew, David wasn't in a poor mood. Thats not say he felt exceptional...he knew this needed to be done. He stood with his back against the wall, off to the side. The place had been cleared, except for the one man behind the counter, making them shit.
He held a cup of warm strawberry tea, sipping on it from time to time, waiting.
The bastard better show.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jan 8, 2014 14:22:50 GMT -8
The one man behind the counter was the ever loyal Jeff. The super fast chef who worked at the original Cafe in New York when Ark and Leon first opened the place. Leon had his own cup of manly hot coco sipping from the top and enjoying the chocolate and whip cream mix.
Then the bell over the door would go off as John Strike walked in.
"Hello."
Yeah cause he is relaxed like that.
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Post by David B. on Jan 8, 2014 14:26:07 GMT -8
David walked off from the wall, coming over a little closer to the other Elders.
"We're here, like I said. You told me a lot of things, most of them would be unbelievable without a serious case of proof. So, convince us, so we can maybe put an end to a pointless war."
Or kill him. But he left the last bit unsaid.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 8, 2014 14:30:46 GMT -8
Mathew let out a long exhale from his nose as Strike entered. His chest tightened but his fingers continued to tap the same beat on the table unchanged. Though it was a show of discipline more than anything. Because he was tense. This man stole his rightful kill, he killed his friend, stole the right of battle from him. Strike insulted him and what he stood for, and then to top it all off he waltzes in and turns the lights back on while pointing the finger at Mathew and the others.
He understood that it wasn't personal. It was the smart play, the same play Mathew may have done in his place. He didn't believe Strike had a grudge against them. But Mathew had one against Strike. Intentional or not, Strike made it personal.
He didn't say anything, but would just watch Strike, letting his fingers drum their beat. The drums of war.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jan 8, 2014 15:31:50 GMT -8
"You wish to be convinced? Very well. How about I show you a Creator work station? The one that I was born from a little over one hundred and ten thousand years ago? Would that be enough proof for you to begin listening to what I've been saying?"
Strike would ask as he moved to the counter to order an ice water.
Leon raised an eye brow.
"How would we know its that old and not just some fancy fabrication or illusion?"
"Because I'll take you back to that time. I'll let you into my very memories."
Leon stayed silent from that unsure as to the meaning behind that.
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Post by David B. on Jan 8, 2014 15:36:59 GMT -8
David cocked an eyebrow.
Strike could do that? What the fuck was this dude?
He looked to Mathew. Up to him. By now, David learned- Mathew had a plan for every eventuality. He would use that talent while he needed it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 8, 2014 15:48:02 GMT -8
"Because taking us into your mind means it's not fabricated at all? That you can't change your mindscape to show us what you want to show us. Which should be possible if you can take us into your mind or whatever."
He wasn't really buying it. Especially Strike's age. Let alone the whole ancient aliens thing. He was skeptical to say the least.
"But fine, show us. First though I need to make sure you know something."
He said holding up a finger.
"I'm going to kill you. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But I am going to kill you."
No matter what happened.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jan 8, 2014 16:08:38 GMT -8
"Oh usually I can fabricate anything I want, but I'll be unconscious, and you can look at any memory you want before or after you look at my birth."
Though at Mathews comment of killing him Strike would look directly at the man.
"Good, life can be so boring without the threat of death, but you'll need this."
Strike would reach into his cargo pocket and give Mathew an obnoxiously large pocket watch.
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Post by David B. on Jan 8, 2014 16:12:55 GMT -8
David watched the exchange.
"And whats to stop us from killing you while you sleep? Why trust us, eh?"
He ignored the pocket watch, instead waiting for the man to continue.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 8, 2014 16:23:50 GMT -8
Mathew took the watch, resisting the urge to just punch Strike right in the face to knock him out right then and there. Looking up at the watch he frowned.
"Stupid looking watch."
He set it on the table.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jan 8, 2014 16:28:34 GMT -8
"I wont be trusting you completely. We will go to one of the facilities, probably the one Leon was experimented in and they will provide you with the stuff to put me under, and the connections to look through and watch my memories."
Then an idea sparked in his mind.
"Or we can just go explore the ship The Creators left behind."
Strike would lean his head back looking at the ceiling in thought.
"I like the memories idea better."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 8, 2014 16:32:00 GMT -8
"Why not both. We can start with the ship and then take a relaxing stroll down memory lane."
And just get this shit over with. He was so done already. Aliens, thousands of years old, calling them Creators implying they were God like. So if they left a ship he wanted to see it. And if it was a fabrication or trap then may as well just spring it and get it over with.
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Post by David B. on Jan 8, 2014 16:35:03 GMT -8
David watched Mathew, before turning his eyes back to Strike.
"Apparently, Mathews on his period today, so why don't you just lead the way to this ship."
He would follow Strike, unfazed by Mathews strange sarcasm. Hadn't he just agreed the world today was fucking weird enough? Aliens wouldn't blow his mind in the slightest. Anything was possible for him, now.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jan 8, 2014 17:14:50 GMT -8
"Very well."
Leon however was sipping at his coco. Standing and moving over to the others.
Strike would wave his hand to the right as a swirling white spiral would grow to about the size of a person, and opening from the center as a black portal with swirling white around it.
"Right through here."
Strike would move through the portal, Leon would follow after almost skipping. Cause this was totally a field trip.
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