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S.H.I.E.L.D.: Avengers Academy (IC)

Postby Esselman » Fri May 13, 2016 7:02 am

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After four years, the Avengers have yet to assemble as a whole since the rift now popularly known as the Avengers Civil War, the effects of which have been prevalent. Thor has yet to return to Earth, Bruce Banner has only been rumored to be near Japan, Captain America gone rouge, and Tony Stark on a tour of the world, the Avengers have never been more divided. Internationally, countries one by one have enlisted their own protectionist policies in light of the super powered, yet none have been as outspoken against S.H.I.E.L.D as the People’s Republic of China. Worried about the spread of American military power in the way of their own economic prosperity, China has enlisted reforms under President Xi Jinping’s second term. The most infamous of which has been there Mandarin Program, trying to replicate the successful Mandarin armor for defense use, beginning to craft superheroes for themselves. This is coupled with China’s massive economy and its’ near completion of the Chinese Space Station two years from now after a suspicious amount of resources have been devoted.

Meanwhile in the United States, the recent election of President Garry Stern, a former Senator of Pennsylvania, has caused its own reforms. Stern was arrested in 2012 for suspected ties and involvement with HYDRA, the terrorist organization. Stern was pardoned in 2017 by then president Donald Trump and cleared of remaining charges due to lack of sufficient evidence. This drew sympathy for the allegedly accused Senator, ‘a victim of the criminal justice system,’ who went on tour around the U.S. highlighting super hero reform to protect the nation; a popular message. In Stern’s first 100 days, he signed key pieces of legislation such as the Full Disclosure Act that “Requires Heroes to give full disclosure of dangerous criminals and enemies that are being hunted to local authorities and allow FBI intervention if deemed necessary.” With the act in play it gave the FBI and federal government a firm hand in the actions of S.H.I.E.L.D under director Phillip Coulson, crafting a rocky relationship.

What is worse are the increasing tensions between the nations as the U.S. has increased its naval forces in the Asian Pacific. President Jinping, in an address to the U.S. said, “To our western allies, we have made no efforts to stop your protection, your policing. But China will not sit back, to be, walked upon. We serve none but the people have voiced their worry, our party has voiced worry, to the U.S, you have been warned.” This came at a time of allegations of Hydra being given sanctuary in the nation, working closely against the US as a whole. Stern himself responded to this in approaching Director Coulson for surveillance on China. Coulson, upped the offer, citing a need for a strong image of America, of freedom itself, that image was clear; the Avengers. Though the real reason was from fear of Hydra returning to the U.S and the work of Tony Stark believing there was a need for young talented people to join S.H.I.E.L.D before Hydra could get to them.
Avengers Academy is set to begin on August 1st, 2020; tomorrow.

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Friday July 31st, 2020
Manhattan, New York


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An average post office, probably closed down over a year ago sat on a temporarily closed down street, unassuming and seemingly vacant. Inside resided a front desk with old notices, a couple left over boxes, and a single backroom with an unlocked door. One notice even read: Looking for New Years? We've Moved! with an arrow pointing to the door to the right. Beyond the door a small room with yet another door stood with a place for keycards to be sled on the side. This would be the site the initiates to the Avengers Academy would soon reach, beginning their training. A man in a brown overcoat walked in, a chime going off as he did through the unlocked front door. Sliding an ID card marked Level 8 at the door to the backroom, an elevator was revealed that would take him miles below the surface.

“Scanning.

Welcome: Agent Henry Dobbs,” said a computerized voice.

The doors opened; there he walked past armed guards who stood by the elevator doorway. S.H.I.E.L.D operatives walked around, tending to their work while the long stretch of hallway had winding corridors and the odd smell of a mint toothpaste. The facility was beautiful, technologically advanced, and bared the clear mark of Tony Stark’s revolutionarily genius mind. Before the agent stood two clearly important figures, similar to how the students would arrive in less than 24 hours.

“I am Vision. Thank you for joining us director,” Vision said, bowing his head slightly

“And, we’ve met,” began Director Coulson

“Let’s go to the lab shall we?” he continued.

Walking into the lab, Dobbs had a case in his right hand. Setting it on the table he opened the case up revealing a small laptop like machine that when opened emitted rays to the lower half in a conical shape.

“It’s a Terrestrial scanning device, analyzes rocks, dirt, that’s it really. Why do you need this again?” asked Dobbs.

“Our program requires it’s use. Thank you agent,” interrupted Vision quickly.

“Yeah, so when do we meet these new Avengers?” Dobbs asked optimistically

“Oh, our staff will, the bureau won’t be till much later. I’m sure you understand” said Coulson.

Dobbs nodded and began to leave before wagging a finger and saying, “But we’ll be in touch. We work for the same boss you know.”

“True. Too bad we don’t know who your boss works for,” commented Coulson said with a smile as the agent left the premises.
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Postby Prolieum » Fri May 13, 2016 7:09 am

August 1, 2020, New Yearly Office For Moving, New York, New York, United States of America


Capitaine Marie Charpentier was, it seemed, the first to arrive at the recruitment centre. The tall woman was, unsure of the exact circumstances of the meet, dressed in her formal uniform, starch, and crisp. The building was certainly unassuming, United States Postal Service, it seemed-but she did not particularly expect a secret organization such as this to be obvious-the Triskelion stood out rather well, and it had a Helicarrier crash into it. Squaring her shoulders, bags in hands, Marie entered the building to await the further instructions that the transmission sent to her had promised.
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Postby Altito Asmoro » Fri May 13, 2016 7:13 am

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Manhattan, New York


The cover of the facility really looked like normal building. Well, it's to be expected, with SHIELD returning to power after that...disastrous consequences that happened, as well as the fall of HYDRA as well, it made sense that it took years to be returned as strong as now it is. Alexander Hanson, known as Hawk by his friends in SHIELD, sat down outside a cafe, eating croissant and drinking coffee at the moment. It may looked like he is not working, but he is actually working right now, acting as the agent on the field and watching unknown individuals, most likely either new initiates for Avengers, or HYDRA. What left from them, anyway.

"Another coffee, sir?" startled by a waitress who politely offered another coffee, Hanson looked up to her.

"Oh! Um..yes, please," with a strong British accent as he accepted the offer. Given that the coffee is black and not sweet, he likes it much. "Tourist here? Your accent...it is not common around here," asked the waitress, again.

"Ah...no, ma'am. Working here, in NY, as...an accountant, you may say that."

"But you're too handsome!"

And both of them laughed over the answer.
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Postby Barikistan » Fri May 13, 2016 7:16 am

August 1, 2020, New Yearly Office For Moving, New York, New York, United States of America

Felix the second one to arrive as it seemed. Looking around he saw a women standing there looking at the building.Walking up to her he mentioned " why hello mam the names Felix". He extended his crystal like hand towards her to shake hands. While waiting for her to respond he noticed how run down this places was and even saw an old trash bag just sitting there.
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Postby Altito Asmoro » Fri May 13, 2016 7:19 am

Barikistan wrote:August 1, 2020, New Yearly Office For Moving, New York, New York, United States of America

Felix the second one to arrive as it seemed. Looking around he saw a women standing there looking at the building.Walking up to her he mentioned " why hello man the names Felix". He extended his crystal like hand towards her to shake hands. While waiting for her to respond he noticed how run down this places was and even saw an old trash bag just sitting there.


Agent Hawk/Alexander Hanson
Saturday, August 1st, 2020
Manhattan, New York


As the waitress returned inside, Hanson noticed two new individuals in front of the post office. Immediately, he interacted with the ones inside the facility, "This is Hawk. Two new individuals approached the base, affirmative?"

"Yes, affirmative. They're good to go, unless they are not what they are supposed to be, Agent."

"Yes, affirmative. Thanks for the response, Hawk out." The interaction ended, but Hanson keeps his eyes on them, fixated, while he drank his coffee, which fortunately not too hot.
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Postby Prolieum » Fri May 13, 2016 7:21 am

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The appearance of a vaguely human-shaped cut of gemstone, walking, and talking-to her it seemed, was certainly a surprise to the pilot, though not entirely unexpected. While her various exchange programmes with other nations' aerial forces and specialized units had never actually given her the opportunity to see an Enhanced face-to-face, even in Wakanda, she had been briefed many a time, and was fairly knowledgeable about how..."unique" some of them could be. It appeared that..it? Does not seem male or female, wished to shake hands, so she bent her knees to set down her bags, and proffered her hand somewhat cautiously. "Who is it that I have the pleasure of making the acquaintance of?" she asked, her Marseillais accent clearly distinct.
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Postby Barikistan » Fri May 13, 2016 7:25 am

Prolieum wrote:
August 1, 2020, New Yearly Office For Moving, New York, New York, United States of America


The appearance of a vaguely human-shaped cut of gemstone, walking, and talking-to her it seemed, was certainly a surprise to the pilot, though not entirely unexpected. While her various exchange programmes with other nations' aerial forces and specialized units had never actually given her the opportunity to see an Enhanced face-to-face, even in Wakanda, she had been briefed many a time, and was fairly knowledgeable about how..."unique" some of them could be. It appeared that..it? Does not seem male or female, wished to shake hands, so she bent her knees to set down her bags, and proffered her hand somewhat cautiously. "Who is it that I have the pleasure of making the acquaintance of?" she asked, her Marseillais accent clearly distinct.

Shaking the women's hand he says in his native Australian accent" The name is Felix who are you may I ask". Putting his arm down after they shook. He noticed an agent of some kind coming this way and watched cautiously as he came closer. Thinking to himself is this guy dangerous but turned his attention back to this women.
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Postby Prolieum » Fri May 13, 2016 7:30 am

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"Capitaine Marie Sabine Claude Marcel Ophélie Charpentier, Armée de l'air, at your service." She sketched, oddly enough, a brief, dipping bow. "What circumstances led you to this point, if I may ask?"
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Postby Barikistan » Fri May 13, 2016 7:34 am

Prolieum wrote:
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"Capitaine Marié Sabine Claude Marcel Ophélie Charpentier, Armée de l'air, at your service." She sketched, oddly enough, a brief, dipping bow. "What circumstances led you to this point, if I may ask?"

He looked for a moment before answering. " Well before this I was a vigilante but I was contacted by shield agents a few months ago to join there new academy". Felix finished talking and awaiting a response from this women he had just met.
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Postby Prolieum » Fri May 13, 2016 7:38 am

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"An Academy. Intriguing. I lack the clearance for such information-my letter was suitably vague, but it seems that you have another source." She shifts into a marginally more relaxed position, spreading her feet slightly, and clasping her hands behind her back. "You say you were a vigilante, then. Would you care to elaborate on the topic matter?"
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Postby Barikistan » Fri May 13, 2016 7:42 am

Felix never liked talking about his past but looking at her he straightened himself. " Well back in Australia I was a crime fighter, dealing with drug gangs and hunting down crooks and so on". Felix slumped a little and turned his hand back into a smooth surface as he usually did.
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Postby Spindle » Fri May 13, 2016 7:48 am

Lucy Green
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Lucy stepped briskly out of the conspicuously yellow cab, slinging herrucksack over her shoulder while forgetting to close the door behind her, and looked around at the buildings which surrounded her on every side. Or rather, she looked up at the buildings which surrounded her on every side. It was almost awe-inspiring and, as she half-ran through the crowds of people who bustled along with their lives, her eyes probed inquisitively for the sun behind the towering edifices. Then, boring of that play, her eyes returned to the pavement in front of her as she ducked between a girlfriend-boyfriend pair who were either oblivious or uncaring.

Skipping across the road, horns blaring plaintively in her wake, Lucy pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and peered closely at it, still weaving drunkenly through the crowd. Deciding she was doing everything right, she folded the paper over and shoved it back in her pocket before pressing onwards, a tail of startled exclamations and wailing car horns marking her erratic progress through the packed city.

Eventually, after several detours and one accidental shopping trip, she reached the street she was meant to be walking down and waved brightly to a man in a coffee shop before bursting out onto a far quieter side-street. Without even breaking her stride, she tugged at the hem of her beige hoodie and glanced around for any signs of people. Catching sight of a pair standing near the dilapidated entrance of a run-down post office, the name of which rang a bell somewhere in Lucy's head, she skipped over towards them.

Halfway there, her eyes caught of glint of something coming off of the larger figure and she peered closer as she skidded to a stop next to the pair. The larger one seemed to be made of diamond, his figure distorting the objects behind him and throwing glittering patches onto Lucy's face as she leant in to study it closely, dropping her shopping bad absently on the ground in order to gently grab the crystal arm and observing the hand intently as it morphed into a single, smooth face.

"That's so cool!" She almost squealed, "How do you do that? Are you an alien?"

Without pausing for an answer, she turned to the second figure. Her mind registered that it was a female, but that was overwhelmed by her pose. Her mouth became very round as she registered the formal bearing and attire and she almost became still for a moment. Then the spell broke and she was babbling away again.

"Are you in the army?" She asked, face lighting up even further, "That's so cool! Do you know if he's an alien? Are you an alien?"
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Postby Prolieum » Fri May 13, 2016 8:03 am

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Marie gave a half-smile at the rapid bursts of youthful energy from the girl-probably a teenager, but her wide eyes and blonde hair somehow made her look even younger. "Air Force, actually. French-though I have worked with most of NATO at one time or another. I must say that I am unsure of the origin of our friend here, though he certainly does have unique traits."

Marie could not quite figure out if this was just a young British girl bouncing about America, who had stopped to see an interesting sight, or whether she was-despite her youth, another recipient of that mysterious invitation.

Best to play it safe. Having a beacon like...Felix? around is not a good way to avoid attention in the first place-and neither is this.

She did her best to shift to a slightly more casual pose, though she stayed in roughly the same alignment physically. "So, are you on vacation from...London, perhaps? I spent some time at Lakenheath several years ago myself. Or were you here to deliver a package?"
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Postby Barikistan » Fri May 13, 2016 8:07 am

Felix just stared at the girl who just showed up. " No I am not an alien though my abilities are from an alien artifacts anyway who are you". Felix staring at this girl with his yellow eyes looked at here throughly. Who is she exactly?. Is she Hydra or possible a Chinese spy who knows but she could be dangerous. I better watch out for her to make sure she ain't dangerous at all." Kid wants your name exactly ?". He awaited a response.
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Postby Spindle » Fri May 13, 2016 8:15 am

Lucy Green
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Lucy almost froze for a moment at the French woman's response, like a deer in the headlights, before hipping her backpack off of her back and tore it open. yanking another hoodie, a packet of crisps and a mars bar out of her bag in manic fervor before sticking her arm in up to her elbow and rummaging around for several seconds before triumphantly pulling a battered letter and an ID card out of the bag and holding them up triumphantly.

"Yep!" She grinned in relief, "I was told to bring these here and meet someone...wait, are you the person I was meant to meet? That would be cool!"

Spinning on her heel to face the diamond man, Lucy's speech redoubled in speed as a reply burst out of her mouth.

"I'mLucyGreenandohmyGodthatissocoolyou'relikeasuperhero!"
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Postby Barikistan » Fri May 13, 2016 8:19 am

Felix jaunt looked at her in dismay but there was no expression on his face." Well I guess hello Lucy you from England I'm from Australia it's nice to meet you". Felix extended his hand for a handshake as it was a formal,greeting or so he thought. Turning the top of his arm into s hand so he could shake hands.
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Postby Prolieum » Fri May 13, 2016 8:22 am

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"Ah."

Children. He said that this was an Academy-am I meant to be a teacher? I thought this a combat unit, but certainly not if other recruits are like this. She glanced over the ID card quickly. Seventeen. I suppose if she is old enough to fight, she is old enough to do whatever is required here, then. No place for me to judge..

Shaking off her brief string of thoughts, Marie responded. "It seems that we are both in the dark at the moment. My letter is much the same as yours. I would presume that making ourselves easily visible to the outside world was not the objective, however."

Marie reached down, hefted her bags. "I am going to attempt to see if this keypad is meant for us. Carry on, if you so wish." Stepping over, setting down her bags again, she produced her ID card-Level 3, a disappointment, with her record she expected at least a Level 4, slid it along the strip, and waited to see what would happen.

A brief moment later, the door opened, revealing itself to be, rather, an elevator. Giving a gesture to the two still in the building, Charpentier stepped in, and her stomach lurched as the doors closed and it rapidly descended-faster than any elevator she had been on-and a longer ride too. Wherever it was taking her, it was taking her deep. She shook off a little bout of nerves. Having thousands of tons of stone above her head did not appeal well to a flygirl-but she was a professional. She would deal with it.

The elevator finally reached the bottom, opening into a mecca of technology, uniformed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents about everywhere-and a rather annoying, minty smell, almost like a hospital. Zut. She stepped forward, two men standing on hand on guard, and started her way through the hallway, looking for someone to report to.
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Postby Kingdom of Irhk » Fri May 13, 2016 8:54 am

John Rhodes

Finally, he was out of the plane. The trip was a exhausting one, and John didn't know what to expect from SHIELD at all. He knew he had to find an office in New York, and so he did. As he traveled through the streets, he started to think about how his work would fit in the Agency. He wasn't a person who liked working with teams, and it bothered him the obvious possibility of it happening.

After a short travel, he finally was at the building. He wasn't wearing his standard uniform: Instead, he was dressed in a grey suit with a black tie, which gave him a more refined look despite the scar he had in his face. As he entered the office, he examined his surroundings and the people who were already there, before he started to talk in his thick British accent.

"I take it that I'm in a S.H.I.E.L.D office."
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Postby Spindle » Fri May 13, 2016 9:33 am

Lucy Green
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Lucy reached out and pumped the diamond man's fist up and down enthusiastically, marvelling at its cool smoothness as her fingers settled into the small crevices in the gemlike structure. Flashing a quick brilliant grin at the man, she finally let go and jumped up and down ever so slightly, as if there was a fire underneath her feet. Her smile reached almost Cheshire Cat proportions as she turned back to see what the French man was doing.

When the doors hissed open, Lucy was the first one inside them. Glancing around to take in her surroundings, she was taken by surprise when the doors slid shut again and the descent began. After the first few moments, she began to hum loudly to herself, filling the small room with slightly off-key notes and the rhythmic tapping of her feet and fingers.

When the doors hissed open, Lucy was somewhat taken aback by the complex laid out before them. Everywhere was so clean and white, and for some reason gave her an overwhelming compulsion to clean her teeth. Men in dark suits were everywhere, walking around or looking at displays which read off data faster than even Lucy could read.

Somewhat intimidated by both the immensity of rock she could feel overhead an the sterile perfection of the base, Lucy broke of her humming instantly. Slinking out of the lift close behind the French woman, her yes darted from face to shade-covered face nervously as she waited for something, anything to happen.

"Uuuh...hello?" She called timidly into the room, "Where are we?"
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Postby Cybraxia » Fri May 13, 2016 9:51 am

Makoto Ishikawa and Jan Hawthorne
New Yearly Office For Moving, New York, New York, United States of America
August 1, 2020




"Uuuh...hello?" Lucy called timidly into the room, "Where are we?"

"I would assume a S.H.I.E.L.D. field office," a heavily accented voice replied from behind her. "I'm not sure why though. If they needed my help, they could have arranged a location more suited towards business transactions." Both the owner of the voice, a relatively tall man, and a woman that just barely inched out over the man walked from the shadows. "I feel that the need to introduce myself is unneeded, considering my place in the world," Makoto chuckled. "By that, I mean in the public eye. Ishikawa Enterprises is a large business, even here in the United States. As for my associate, this is Miss Hawthorne."

Jan spoke up, "A pleasure to meet you all." She smiled slightly. "I'm Mister Ishikawa's Chief of Security."

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Postby Esselman » Fri May 13, 2016 10:58 am

The doors from the large elevator open for each participant in the academy, and there they stood.

“Welcome. Both your arrival and choice are of no mistake. There are, great, forces at play and once more the Avengers are needed.
I am Vision, and I will be your lead instructor while at S.H.I.E.L.D” he said to them, bowing his head

“Yes. And I am Director Coulson. We've brought you here, if you're unaware because a new brand of heroes are needed for the U.S. but also for S.H.I.E.L.D. We have reason to believe Hydra is at work again, and only people as talented as you all can do it. You all have power, resources, and I'm sure much to learn so let's get to it shall we? Now I won’t be in much contact during your missions and trials here but if you will follow me you can meet your other instructors.” He said leading the group down a corridor.

The winding hall had wires running through it, so much so the electricity of which could be faintly heard. Partial ways through the hall, windows on both sides were clear views of water surrounding the facility. Entering an open area, seemingly designed for combat training from the targets on the walls, the padded floors, and faint smell of sweat, there stood even more impressive figures. Coulson began,

“Meet the teacher day! Mockingbird, biochemist, incredibly skilled acrobat, and even better spy, Not to mention trained in Tae Kwon Do.

The U.S.Agent, more of an FBI choice, no offense. Strength, Stamina, Agility, not to mention Cap’s original shield, he’s got it all and more.

Mister Immortal, I shouldn’t have to tell you much but the name should speak for itself, should provide some interesting advice.

Finally, Hawkeye couldn’t join us on location today but will be working with you via comm link in your ears which speaking of,” he stopped to reach an open case brought by an agent.

Reaching in he handed them each a communication link to place in their ears. Each member of the academy could reach one another through it and the instructors all had direct access to them, should they chose to.

“They’re going to hang back follow me to your rooms,” Coulson continued. In the training room Vision remained with the other instructors, who watched as the guiding continued.

“Is it possible to have emotions so strong they emit smell?” Vision asked the other instructors
Sliding automatic doors revealed a grand centralized meeting area, full with sofas, a giant television, and plants in peculiar pots. On the rounded walls were sliding doors, each with a keycard operating on the side so only those with the correct room and card could enter. Each room was of sufficient size for the students and this is where Coulson would leave them for a time.

“So tonight we’re having a meeting slash eat the food we bought you, and then tomorrow we get started. Oh and if you need some fresh air, I think there are oxygen masks somewhere in here… I’m sure you’ll find them. Good luck, see you around 8PM.” Said Coulson leaving the room, the sliding doors swiftly shutting behind him
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Postby Prolieum » Fri May 13, 2016 11:40 am

August 1, 2020, New Yearly Office For Moving, New York, New York, United States of America


One thought ran through Charpentier's mind as they were greeted-We drew an Avenger, and the Director. This is either really good, or really, really bad.

She managed to relax a bit as they began the short walk. It seemed that they were underwater rather than, or perhaps in addition to, being underground. Of course, it would kill them even more quickly if there was some kind of collapse, and the pressure at such a depth would turn any kind of swimming escapade into a rather squished experience, but it made her feel a great deal less ill at ease, regardless of it having no real practical change.

She remained in a formal state throughout. Multiple reasons for it, really, first impressions were always critical, she was already in a military "mode" in-uniform, and, really, it was just more comfortable for her. Loosening up was fine, and all, but etiquette was really almost a release-following a certain series of politic motions was reassuring, really, it made her feel in control in her unfamiliar environment. Not that such change was unwelcome. Though still a touch claustrophobic, she was eager to explore the new facility-see what it had to offer, and perhaps even moreso to begin to see what the instructors had to offer. She was not aware of any of them-she knew Vision, of course, but it would be an interesting experience-she may be able to connect with US Agent, or Mockingbird-or perhaps not. Only time and experience would tell.

She stepped forward to take the earbud, placed it in with practiced ease. She had used such things hundreds of times before in her service, and would honestly have been surprised if they did not have one. Once they were set off on their own, she would attempt to see just what its capabilities were.

The living area was interesting. It seemed that there were no halls, really-everyone had a separate room, but they all were immediately accessible from the common area. She was not particularly wild about that idea. She had always liked to pin herself in the back of whatever it was, walk past everyone getting up, and back past going to bad-split the ability to interact with others with the ability to close herself off, but she probably could adapt. The area certainly seemed more academic than military, probably befitting an academy. More or less a college dorm-plenty of amenities, nice layout, not particularly efficient, but homey. She could make it work.

As the doors closed, her first priority was, as in any move-in, to get herself set in, have a nice stable base, before she started exploring. She scanned the room as she walked in, give it a quick three-sixty, her sharp eyes noted a container of oxygen masks on the wall-she snapped one up. Always better to be prepared/ No one else had made a move, yet, so she selected the room on the left-at the very edge of the semicircle, about as isolated as she could get in such a space, though, of course, given the layout, still equidistant to the door, if farther from the centre. The card swipe worked out without issue, and she stepped into her small area.

High tech. It was impressive, she had to admit. Not exactly her taste-but the setup, though a little cramped, seemed to be bursting with the future-the bed was a sealable tube, looking half like an escape pod for a spaceship, and there was a tech desk rammed about right next to the door, including a very nice looking monitor. She would have to give that one a shot. The bathroom was separate and had its own door-not a guarantee in some of the places she had been stationed, and sanitation resources were right there. Not much storage space-no drawers under the bed, or cabinets, but there was an open area at the foot of the bed, where she finally managed to put down her bags. Making sure the door was opaque, and locked, she changed out of her formal uniform, carefully hanging it, and into a slightly more civilian garb-standard pilot jacket and pants, work-like attire. Nothing too casual yet. She unloaded her bags, a handful of things-practical items, of course, emergency food, flashlight, et cetera-even if the facility had them, always best to backup, and her service weapons-her sidearm was already stowed, and she took out and locked up the FAMAS. She was a good shot-but that was a virtue of her incredible perception and dexterity from piloting rather than training-she would have it if she needed it, but there was no need to have it on-hand.

Still, she mused, as she strapped on her belt. Better to stay safe until I know the place.. She strapped her standard-issue Beretta 92 into the inline holster, covered by her pants, and then again by her jacket, triple-checking the safety. She doubted she would need it-but right now, with no sky in sight, a little reassurance was not bad. She had some accouterments of her own-models, mostly, aircraft, that she had put together herself-these she arranged over what surface area she could. No posters, or anything, not much beyond that-a cassette player with a handful of instructional tapes in a bag, and that was about it.

She reached up to the bars above the bed, pulled herself up, latched her legs around one, and let herself hang down. Get a little bit of air, sort of.

Avengers. What the heck does that mean? Crystelle is obviously Enhanced, I would assume the girl is too, but why am I here? Low clearance, lumped in with the rest-obviously not instruction. They wanted someone who could fly-and they wanted someone with a record, but it seems that Crystelle has a bit of a checkered past-so that is not a priority for their field operatives. It could be my father-but I would expect more patronage in that case. I had a different résumé, so I seem to be heading for a different job, but still ground-level.. She sighed. Blast it. I'm the driver, aren't I. Either that or--- She bit her lip. No. If I had any latent Enhanced traits I would have known about it by now. Blast. I thought I was coming here for more combat ops. She sighed a second time, and quickly spun herself back to the ground-landing badly on bed, brusing her elbow, and grunted. OK, faux gymnastics is not helping anything. I do not know for certain-so I will continue as is. I have to agency here-I will just let it unfold as it does..

Marie did one more once-over of the room, looking for any nooks and crannies, familiarizing herself, before putting her hair back up into a bun, and stepping out into the center area to wait for the meal, and perhaps converse.
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Postby Kingdom of Irhk » Fri May 13, 2016 11:53 am

Esselman wrote:The doors from the large elevator open for each participant in the academy, and there they stood.

“Welcome. Both your arrival and choice are of no mistake. There are, great, forces at play and once more the Avengers are needed.
I am Vision, and I will be your lead instructor while at S.H.I.E.L.D” he said to them, bowing his head

“Yes. And I am Director Coulson. We've brought you here, if you're unaware because a new brand of heroes are needed for the U.S. but also for S.H.I.E.L.D. We have reason to believe Hydra is at work again, and only people as talented as you all can do it. You all have power, resources, and I'm sure much to learn so let's get to it shall we? Now I won’t be in much contact during your missions and trials here but if you will follow me you can meet your other instructors.” He said leading the group down a corridor.

The winding hall had wires running through it, so much so the electricity of which could be faintly heard. Partial ways through the hall, windows on both sides were clear views of water surrounding the facility. Entering an open area, seemingly designed for combat training from the targets on the walls, the padded floors, and faint smell of sweat, there stood even more impressive figures. Coulson began,

“Meet the teacher day! Mockingbird, biochemist, incredibly skilled acrobat, and even better spy, Not to mention trained in Tae Kwon Do.

The U.S.Agent, more of an FBI choice, no offense. Strength, Stamina, Agility, not to mention Cap’s original shield, he’s got it all and more.

Mister Immortal, I shouldn’t have to tell you much but the name should speak for itself, should provide some interesting advice.

Finally, Hawkeye couldn’t join us on location today but will be working with you via comm link in your ears which speaking of,” he stopped to reach an open case brought by an agent.

Reaching in he handed them each a communication link to place in their ears. Each member of the academy could reach one another through it and the instructors all had direct access to them, should they chose to.

“They’re going to hang back follow me to your rooms,” Coulson continued. In the training room Vision remained with the other instructors, who watched as the guiding continued.

“Is it possible to have emotions so strong they emit smell?” Vision asked the other instructors
Sliding automatic doors revealed a grand centralized meeting area, full with sofas, a giant television, and plants in peculiar pots. On the rounded walls were sliding doors, each with a keycard operating on the side so only those with the correct room and card could enter. Each room was of sufficient size for the students and this is where Coulson would leave them for a time.

“So tonight we’re having a meeting slash eat the food we bought you, and then tomorrow we get started. Oh and if you need some fresh air, I think there are oxygen masks somewhere in here… I’m sure you’ll find them. Good luck, see you around 8PM.” Said Coulson leaving the room, the sliding doors swiftly shutting behind him


John Rhodes

Rhodes simply followed the group, listening to what Coulson and Vision said. He never met with Hydra before SHIELD, or at least not that he knew of. It was clear to him that Coulson didn't share all he knew, and that one was a smart move.

Then, the teachers. The only one who truly got his attention was Mockingbird, much due to the citation of her training in Tae Kwon Do, a shared similarity between them. And finally, the room. He only hoped that it wasn't definitive. In Shadow's opinion, it lacked some... Privacy. And maybe a personal touch as well.

He entered his room, inspecting it closely. It was the necessary space to be comfortable, not an inch bigger or smaller. He took of the suit's coat and started to eat the food, while thinking about the meeting. Why they needed a meeting if everyone was present? Maybe a test? A quick mission? Failing to discern exactly its purpose, he got out of his room, sat at the sofa and started to look around carefully, trying to figure out something out of the people who were there with him.
Nothing to see here, move along.

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Postby Ameriganastan » Fri May 13, 2016 1:44 pm

"WAITING FOR ME!"

From down the hall, a spindly man with a mustache straight out of 1972 came bounding up, stopping to catch his breath before he even reached them.

"Hang on...need to...catching breath..."

He took a giant inhale and stumbled the last few feet, fumbling for his badge. He finally fished it out, almost dropping his gun out of his pocket as he did.

"Zdravstvuyte, ya Mikhail Toporov...I mean, hello. I am being Mikhail Toporov. Sorry for be so late. Would have arrived more sooner, but me and pilot of plane had very nice talking. Helped him work through abandonment issues with mother, and come to terms with latent sexuality. Boy, he have many issues."

He actually sat down, producing an inhaler and taking a quick hit.

"Not being in best shape. Not have grasp on English either quite much yet."
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Postby Prolieum » Fri May 13, 2016 1:59 pm

August 1, 2020, Avengers Academy


Marie smiled at the new arrival. "Otdyshat'sya, druga. Did I say that right? My Russian is not the best. Perhaps I can help you with your English, and you help me with my Russian?"

This one, at least, seemed more normal to Marie. Probably an analyst or planner of some sort-not a combat type, but an adult, at the least. Perhaps she could get some more information as to what was going on here.

"Have you any idea what your task here is to be?"
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