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#211
03-23-2009, 07:46 PM
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#212
03-23-2009, 10:01 PM
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All of a sudden what silence muffles the air with wordlessness and belligerence is broken by a heavy gruff thunder of maniacal laughter followed by some stomps of feet and disgruntling cough thrown into a choking fit,
__________________"AHAHHHAHHH.....hahh..hahhack...hackle...cough...h aha...So we are ghost busters? haha sorry but you mean to tell me that was a test and now we're to be your handy men. I sure could go for a line of coke about now. Also if you say we're are already reported missing...uh...and what ever else than your sure you know who you've brought aboard your ship. With that further knowledge this..." Rick stops talking for a second as he bends down scraping of some blood from his boot and something hits him...maybe a sign from the ship??But in a real serious, less sarcastic, and less callous voice he speaks again, "So if this is real than why pick the lot of us and if there are monsters that go bump in the night than England must have some ugly monsters...big, older, and deadly than for us to just leave this soon?" Almost as easy as his mood changed its is to see the billions of questions and thoughts crossing his eyes consistently weighing down his brow. Then he's hit again, "What about us that have loved ones and family here. I personally would rather to make sure the safety of my friends and family. Just seems that England either doesn't have any help or you better have an answer?" From his lowered head and soundless lips bellow something in a murmur of an echo not heard by ears...Molly...kids Last edited by paiute; 03-23-2009 at 10:03 PM.
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#213
03-28-2009, 05:03 PM
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"Yes, well this individual with the sunny disposition. Is Sheldon Kavanagh, a Survivor... if you may, from a previous class. As you can see, he is well learned in his foresight. "
__________________Jasper spoke, sarcastically, yet totally straight faced. The fact that he was blind was not disclosed, but he didn't look at anyone, he just spoke to the group as a whole and seemed to move fairly little, if at all. Glancing towards the Lethe, he continued to smile lightly as he nodded, the name of the game was advancing rather quickly. Not in a manner he had hoped, but in one that seemed just as well thought out. So, he opened his lips and answered the statement with one of his own. "Vampires have an unspoken agreement with people in our line of work, do not worry. As for what we do, we do multiple things on a rather grand scale. We are the ones who take the jobs, none of the qualified Hunters would ever take" He didn't explain anything, he just continued in that tone of voice. Taking it all in his stride as if it were just another day and this was perfectly normal, perhaps it was for him, but for those in the room. It was a nightmare or hidden salvation, what could one wish for, this was only a second chance. They never promised any better, just that they would make a difference in the world, or was that even explained. If not, oh dear, well they would learn, if not, well they won't live to make another mistake. "So, you are now Initiate Hunters of 'The Seekers', England is fine by the way, we have cells everywhere. It is just that you will be trained around Europe before being sent to more crucial bastions. Your friends and Family are compensated for, believe it or not. Though, I cannot tell you how or in what form. Yet be assured that they will be as safe as they always were, if not more so now. Any more questions? If not, I'll continue" Clearing his throat, he clicked a button, the room darkened and the lights on a hidden projector shone greatly onto the white board. Though it glared a bit, the picture seemed to be a written planner of some kind. The writing was unknown to all and yet, made sense to you, which was eerie. It was a listing of names and skills parallel to each other. What it was for was still beyond you. "Upon this trip, you will be trained to use fighting techniques and trained in firearms to a degree. Basic knowledge of our monster compendium, so that you know what you are facing as well as how to fend against them. Once in English waters, we dock in London. You will sent on a mission to vacate a warehouse, alone. If you survive, re-board The Epiphany and we shall ferry you to Dublin. Where one of our Chapter houses and the Leader of this entire Organization will greet you. Do you all understand??"
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#214
03-28-2009, 07:02 PM
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Lethe raised an eyebrow. "Okay..." She cracked her knuckles in a efficient fashion. "Do we get... weapons, kevlar, or what?" She seemed remarkably unconcerned, although she was merely, perhaps unhealthily, repressing things. "Oh, also a change of clothes. I don't know much about the British, but if they're anything like the Americans, walking around the streets with cut up clothing and blood-soaked sneakers will attract a little attention. Not to mention the robes."
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#215
03-29-2009, 12:05 AM
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Sheldon stood up straight when he heard Dublin. "Aye, and when we get there I'm tellin ya one thing. I'm visiting the ancient family bar. Grave Diggers. Maybe now I can see if there is meaning behind the name. Other than the fact it is right beside a graveyard."
__________________His excited demeanor showed well as he could not wait until he could return to the place of his birth. Dublin was his home away from home, and as such he couldn't wait to get to know the lay of the land again. "Okay now that you've told us where we're going to be goin, tell me what we're up against in this warehouse. Oh wait let me guess, we'll be up against some WAREwolves?" He laughed in spite of himself as he couldn't remember the last time he made such a stupid pun, but the thought of returning to Ireland gave him hope. (( Now for some truth. My last name actually is Kavanagh, Grave Diggers Pub is a pub in Dublin run by Kavanagh's since almost forever. Just thought I'd let ya know :P)) Last edited by IrishKatt; 03-29-2009 at 12:07 AM.
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#216
03-29-2009, 05:53 PM
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It seemed to Rick that this still wasn't an answer that did not suffice and that it ultimately caused him to rethink the thought of actually believing this whole charade. He uncrosses his arms and raises one,
__________________"I Don't Understand. This preschool education doesn't make any sense. Sure I might have seen some stuff down there but I've had a lot of bad trips and you know what?? I'm kind of sick of all the rope-a-dope sh*t. What if I say I'm done with all you freaks with your downer like attitudes and your subtle stark postures. And why don't you go find Buffy because they've been playin' reruns and she might be looking for a job."
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#217
04-05-2009, 06:39 PM
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"Fine by us, as long as you don't tell anyone about anything. Though, you Sheldon, must not let any of your extended family contact those on this side of the planet or any other. Else our Leader would not be pleased. As for Weapons and Armor, you will get the former but we don't believe much in the latter. As it is bulky and you will need your muscles for running..."
__________________Jasper spoke clearly, still though, he did not explain the actual reason behind the missing armor. It was that it was usually useless, most supernatural creatures tore through the stuff as if it were tissue paper. Well, he wasn't about to argue with them, if they wanted to be tightly packed snack bars, he would give them what they wished. Later on, perhaps, but for now, he looked towards the last member, the one not consigned to what he was given. "I don't need to explain it to you, Rick, was it? because it is all real and if you wish to live in your drug addled mind. You are free to jump ship, pretend this is nothing. But, know that the bodies are still there at the warehouse, in those tunnels and it would be fairly suspicious for a man to swim ashore. Would it not??" Yes, it was a type of blackmail, but if Rick did not stop in his line of questioning with so little respect. Given that Jasper had not earned any, it wasn't him that Rick needed to convince of his intelligence. But those on the ship, some won't lead them around by the hand, like the Woman, nor Jasper. No, some were just as bad as the things that live in the dark, others were Enigma's wrapped within themselves. Last edited by Drakol; 04-05-2009 at 06:39 PM.
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#218
04-06-2009, 01:56 AM
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"Right. No armour. What kind of weapons? Knives like we got last time, or perhaps a Colt Forty-five or two to liven things up?" Lethe shrugged. "And like the man asked, what are we going up against? And how do we kill it? Stake to the heart? Silver bullet to the chest? Lots of fire?"
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#219
04-06-2009, 03:44 PM
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Rick turns around from the crowd looks blankly at nothing then anxiously at everyone,
__________________"Who was that?? Which one of you threatened me??Look-look if threats and blackmail are what you rely on to employ people than I can probably guess you guys have a loose foundation." after that he sits down somewhere he lean his back against so no one can creep up behind him. He then just looks around at the eagerness of those around willing to jump into gray jumpsuits and proton packs.
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#220
04-07-2009, 07:05 PM
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Sheldon chuckled at the goings on between specks and one of his new team members.
__________________"Don't worry about the family thing, I dont have any immediate family on the island, not any more I don't think. The Kavanagh Clan is a huge Clan and there are a lot of us. We help each other out. Some of us have ties to the IRA others have ties to the police, so as far as extra equipment I think I might be able to get my hands on a few things, but this is not me saying I wont take the nice supplies you guys have floating around this joint." His gaze turned to Rick. " Say what you want man, just know this, I'm gonna watch your back as well as you watch mine. If trippin balls or being paranoid is gonna hinder that I suggest you work on fixing that before you come along. I'm all for helpin people especially if we're going to be working together, but F*cking up here isn't an option. These guys mean business and if you haven't come to realize this then theres something wrong." Sheldon thought for a moment and then looked back to Jasper. "One more thing has been bugging me. I read a book a while ago called Battle Royale. Good book, you should read it, but in said book these kids were taken away as part of some government program, when their families were told; if they objected in any way, they were murdered. That kind of **** didn't happen with ours did it? They were just told we died or some story like that." After thinking about it he began laughing a little. His gaze turned back to Rick as he shot him a concerned glance of apology. "Sorry bout that man." He said referring to the question referencing the book and its happenings. Last edited by IrishKatt; 04-07-2009 at 07:05 PM.
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#221
04-13-2009, 10:34 AM
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"Yes, Well, you will find out what you will be facing later on... but for now, that is need to know and perhaps the fact that we cannot tell you. Because, misconceptions and all that as for weapons, ask the Quartermaster when you meet him"
__________________Turning then to Rick, Jasper shook his head. Someone he knew had just spoken to the poor man without the notice of anyone else. They believed him to be paranoid, but at least Sheldon may have had a clue. Yet, the man was a master at his art and little could have been gleamed from the brief entry. "No, I apologize if you believed it to be a Threat. But, -he- is used to the old schooling methods. The type of person who grew up in times, when you were lashed for speaking out of turn..." Glancing back towards Sheldon, few people could wonder if he was truly blind. Well, yes, he was, but that did not mean that he could not see. That was an entirely different can of worms and he wasn't about to reveal that yet. "Your families were all given death certificates, paper or video recordings of the deceased. Some were sent charred remains in coffins, others were just reported missing and presumed dead. It really depends on the situation and the ability to stay to the belief you were alive to begin with. Now, I know you have all met this woman behind me. She does not like to name herself, but we have, to stop confusion in later stages. Lady Fortune..." Jasper began, but was cut off as Fortune stood and spoke out in a dulcet tone, twirling that once still ebon rod in her hands. The sapphire upon it shimmering in the light as a faint smile found itself upon her lips, her eyes marking each one of them as she spoke. Fortune - "Miss Fortune, Mr. Wights... How many times has it been..." Jasper - "Too many to mention..." Fortune - "Now, you will follow me... that is, if you do not have anymore questions for Mr. Wights" They both waited for the chatter to begin, each person wishing to take part or even be heard by these people. Otherwise, it was like any other day for the both of them. Not as if they would admit it to be so, it could be easily guessed otherwise. Last edited by Drakol; 04-13-2009 at 10:34 AM.
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#222
04-14-2009, 04:15 PM
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Rick really takes in the fact that they said everyone here has been declared dead to their families. He then begins to have some random thoughts about what's going on. He then speaks up with a slight disdain in his voice followed by a gruff rasp of not really wanting to talk,
__________________"So blind guy, since you say our families have been contacted then that means you know what my line of work is? Thats something hard for me to grasp...you guys go deep then right. So who employs you?"
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04-30-2009, 11:50 PM
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Sheldon Pipes up. "Does it really matter now? I mean they pretty much have us by the balls, and we put them there ourselves by following through with what that damned letter said. So in my honest opinion I think we should just take this time to get some practice in before we get put in some situation where some creepy f*cked up monster thing tries to rip our face off, that we all know we aren't ready for."
__________________With that Sheldon puts his hands in his pockets and cracks his neck with two quick jerks to the side. This Irishman was done playing games and done talking. What he really wanted to do was to get his hands on a firearm again. Preferably a nice one. Of course he couldn't wait to get to Dublin. He knew some people there who had some IRA and Black market trade friends. This would make it easy to get some prime quality side arms. Now he just had to wait for this bull **** to end so he could get a little practice and a little shut eye.
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