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by Endem » Fri Oct 25, 2019 6:46 am
by Anowa » Sat Oct 26, 2019 2:54 am
Dyelli Beybi wrote:The Safehouse
Harriet looked confused for a few moments, "Running at your resident psycho? You mean the South African who shot me? Oh... I was standing still when he shot me. Unarmed, I might add. I broke a sprinkler with a golf ball and he drew his weapon, which was when I realised I didn't want to die after all. I hadn't wanted to be taken alive as I don't think I'd do very well under torture, which is what I was expecting here. A whole lot more water-boarding and a whole lot less strange guys from other dimensions with verbal diarrhoea." she shrugged, "Though I imagine that your South African is probably up for a bit of waterboarding before lunch."
Harriet eyed the food; she was hungry, though she hadn't been told she could have it and while she was talking amiably enough she still half-expected Ingrid to turn at any moment and do something to try to break her, "I'm alive," Blur mused, "Because I'm a meta-human. If I wasn't I would have taken one of those bullets to the face."
Dyelli Beybi wrote:The Mission
"As soon as he grabs a child, they'll know we're here." Imogen pointed out, "If there was one kid, that would work, but I think Andrew said there were multiple? Andrew, can I confirm you said the children were armed? Because it changes everything if they are potential fighters rather than hostages."
by Granis » Tue Oct 29, 2019 5:54 am
by Lessoni » Tue Oct 29, 2019 9:49 am
Granis wrote:"I'm sure I don't need to tell you to still be careful, right? Doesn't take a genius to realise that just because it's not sharp, doesn't mean it can't do a lot of damage, especially to a kid."
by Dyelli Beybi » Thu Oct 31, 2019 4:20 pm
Anowa wrote:Dyelli Beybi wrote:The Safehouse
Harriet looked confused for a few moments, "Running at your resident psycho? You mean the South African who shot me? Oh... I was standing still when he shot me. Unarmed, I might add. I broke a sprinkler with a golf ball and he drew his weapon, which was when I realised I didn't want to die after all. I hadn't wanted to be taken alive as I don't think I'd do very well under torture, which is what I was expecting here. A whole lot more water-boarding and a whole lot less strange guys from other dimensions with verbal diarrhoea." she shrugged, "Though I imagine that your South African is probably up for a bit of waterboarding before lunch."
Harriet eyed the food; she was hungry, though she hadn't been told she could have it and while she was talking amiably enough she still half-expected Ingrid to turn at any moment and do something to try to break her, "I'm alive," Blur mused, "Because I'm a meta-human. If I wasn't I would have taken one of those bullets to the face."
Ingrid slowly nodded, the mentioning of the man having not shot her by running at Wikus. She muttered under her breath while running her hand through her hair, "A thousand years a still a language barrier." a sigh, "Sorry. I'll make it clear, so long as I'm in this building, anything more than a simple verbal grilling won't happen. I've seen enough people get tortured and left to to rot, and I'm not about to let that happen again."
There was an air in the room, one of mild awkwardness and expectation, it didn't take Ingrid long to figure out the reason, "You're allowed to eat, you know." Ingrid raised a brow, "I'm not a grouchy grandmother who's going to wack you with a spoon if you forget to say grace." Ingrid had chosen the food somewhat based on what the girl would need. She'd have gone for green beans if they had any, but corn and potatoes had to do. Starch content and sheer calories and... well that was about it. Neither were particularly high in minerals or vitamins, despite the reputation that potatoes got. peaches were for whatever the other plants in the meal couldn't do, and the pork was mainly for fat and protein. Ingrid blinked, "Wait, you're not Jewish, are you?"
by Anowa » Sun Nov 03, 2019 9:26 pm
Dyelli Beybi wrote:
"No," the question of religion actually brought a smile to Harriet's face, "I'm not Jewish," though she didn't elaborate on exactly what she was.
"Thank you," she said, motioning to the food, before reaching across to draw the tray to her, "I guess I'm a little suspicious. The last member of the FEB I hoped I could talk to was mostly interested in proving what a scumbag I am rather asking me anything about what's going on with the Master. I managed to give the location of the base, but nobody really pushed me for details on anything. I'm a little bit worried about your team, to be fair. The Master tends to be a step or two ahead of the game. For all I know he anticipated I would try to defect after the bombing," she mused, "I mean, I didn't exactly hide what I was about; I wanted to build a more just and equitable society and I wanted to challenge the structures of authority, hierarchy, and domination and dismantle them if they serve no legitimate purpose. Killing a whole lot of innocent people with a bomb doesn't do much to advance those goals."
The high calorie diet was exactly what the speedster needed and she ate with much more enthusiasm than her lithe frame would have suggested she was capable of. She was a meta-human though and one with, by all reckoning, a very fast metabolism.
Dyelli Beybi wrote:"The rest of you, including you Triggs, will follow me but keep out of sight. I'm going to play the role of hostage negotiator. If things get violent, I want you to back me up. Use non-lethal force as much as possible. We're meta-humans. We should be capable of it. I want the three of you," she motioned at the group she had singled out earlier, "To lie in wait for a few minutes. They're probably be expecting an attack from multiple angles, so if it comes to fighting stay out for a bit and let them decide the only ones they are facing are the ones at the front of the building before you make your move. Does that sound logical to everyone?" Imogen asked, looking between the Batallion members surrounding her, "This way we figure out if the people are hostile before we attack them and, if we are, we have the basis of a plan to extract the children and civilians."
by Communist Xomaniax » Wed Nov 06, 2019 3:57 pm
by Lessoni » Thu Nov 07, 2019 10:48 am
by Dyelli Beybi » Sun Nov 10, 2019 11:53 am
Lessoni wrote:Jack Dredd
Jack gave a double take at the appearance of the giant of a man, who seemingly came out of nowhere at all. The way he walked, the sheer size, the sudden appearance... it all combined to put him on edge.
"Uh, I have a lot of questions. Primarily, why wasn't this guy with us at first, and also is this guy gonna start ripping our heads off?", he said, moving himself behind the rest of the team. He was no coward, but better safe than sorry.
Anowa wrote:"We don't know what they're physical condition is other than non-responsive, and apparently without a capacity to feel pain if the lack of recognition of a cockroach bite. Those are clear signs that punching them in the face or breaking an arm with a baton has a very likely chance of not slowing them down. By that point they'll have a machete jammed into your chest cavity or a crowbar sticking out of your skull." he shook his head, "You wanted me here because I have experience with this sort of thing, this is me giving out my advice. If you go with this plan, multiple people will die."
Anowa wrote:Ingrid nodded, "I can sympathize. Wanting to make the world a better place, but not exactly going about the best means to do so." Ingrid leaned back in her chair, "People in the FEB need to learn that the world isn't always so black and white. They treat you like a terrorist, I wouldn't call you that. I would call you a child who stumbled. You have made an error of judgement, followed someone who perhaps didn't have the same wishes and goals as you. I remember a similar fate befell many communists in the 20s and 30s. Initially simply wanting to be equal in the eyes of all... but left rotting in a prison in Siberia." Ingrid's eyes developed an odd haze, as if a distant memory had been brought back out of it's depths, "I too, made a mistake like that. I do not wish for you to rot in a prison cell, Harriet. If I can convince the others to give you an alternate sentence or probation of some kind I will."
by Anowa » Fri Nov 15, 2019 2:41 am
Dyelli Beybi wrote:Having made her introduction she turned back to Bill, "Okay. It's just what I came up with on the spur of the moment. I trust you, Bill, and I'm happy for you to take the lead on this one. What do you want us to do?"
JJ looked between Bill and Imogen, then shrugged noncommittally. Apparently she was happy to go along with whatever Bill came up with as well... but then again, JJ Triggs was practically indestructible. She didn't have the most destructive set of powers but she was next-to impossible to kill.
Dyelli Beybi wrote:Harriet seemed to be opening up quite readily to Ingrid now. Apparently treating her like a person had it's advantages, "Until what happened in New York, I'd never done anything worse than giving the odd security guard a few bruises. I thought I was the new Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and redistributing the profits from the fenced gear. I'm not telling you which charities, before you ask; they need the money more than the people I robbed do. 'Harriet Newton' was a perfect cover. I could scope-out expensive places and everyone thought I was a drunk, drugged-up waste of space. Anyone serious, like police officers and similar, tended to view me with contempt. I was never looked at as a credible possibility for Blur."
She went silent for a few moments as she wolfed down her food, eventually setting the plate aside, "You know," she said pensively, "And I'm not saying this because I want to get away, but I don't think your arrest of me was a good one, was it? And nobody has read me any Miranda rights or given me access to an attorney. I know that I'm not a traditional criminal, but I also don't think there's much chance of me going into a real prison. Either I end up down some FEB black-hole somewhere or you let me go. I do want to do something to make it up, in some small way, to the people who died because of the attack in New York. I think I could do that better if I wasn't in prison."
"Oh," she smiled slightly, "And just in case you were worried, I wasn't thinking of doing it the 'Blur' way. No more robberies."
by A Paradise for Few » Fri Nov 15, 2019 6:07 am
by Lessoni » Fri Nov 15, 2019 7:20 am
by Anowa » Fri Nov 15, 2019 11:33 pm
by Communist Xomaniax » Sat Nov 16, 2019 5:09 pm
by Dyelli Beybi » Wed Nov 20, 2019 12:40 pm
Anowa wrote:
Bill looked at those assembled, mildly surprised he didn't hear the most recent addition arrive. After surveying them for a few moments, his gaze turned to the warehouse, gears in his head turning. Taking stock of what he knew of those present and how they were geared, a plan started to form in his head. In a moment, the somewhat friendly and relaxed face of William York shifted to that of a man who had spent most of his life in warzones, "Insect, see how many bugs you can get from the surroundings, as many as your comfortable with. Weyland, any pump action shotgun you can think of, load it with beanbag rounds if possible."
He continued, now looking at those assembled. "Stage 1. Samson, Insect, and I will move to the side of the warehouse opposite the main door. Samson, since you look it, you'll be creating maybe a basketball sized hole in the wall maybe two if possible. Insect you'll be moving all those insects you gathered through said holes. All of them. Hopefully a mass of insects will trigger some part of the hostage's primoridal brain and snaps them out of the funk. If that doesn't work, I'll start popping tear gas through the holes."
"Stage 2. Weyland, Kaleidoscope, Cuddlefish, Jumper, you'll be waiting at the entrance. If the hostages come walking out under their own power, simply get them out of harms way and wait for Insect to clear out his bugs. If the insect plan didn't work, and they come out coughing, restrain them. Cuddlefish, call the local PD and inform them of the situation. Samson, Insect and I will move to you to help. We don't have enough restraints for all these people, and we still don't know for sure what their reaction will be."
"Stage 3. If, and only if, they show no effects from the insects or the tear gas. Attempt to disable them with non lethal injuries. Broken limbs, pressure points, so on so forth. If peacefully restraining them, or maintaining a stance of non lethal approach can no longer be used, I will take full responsibility for any fatalities that occur if you need to truthfully defend yourselves from death. If we need to start causing actual bloodshed, Cuddlefish, inform EMTs of the situation and tell them there's a mass casualty incident." Bill pulled his Glock from his hip and offered it to Imogen, "Take it, don't argue."
A pause, "Any questions, concerns?"
Anowa wrote:Ingrid gave a slight frown, a look in her eyes giving a sign of remorse, and sadness, "You and I both know that I can't let you walk out of here. No matter how much we see it as the better option. It's easy to see the world in such divisions as black and white, or good and bad your arrest in my eyes was grey. I understand your intent, what you wanted to do and the goals you were looking to accomplish, I'm sure your followers did as well and I'm sure people can very easily sympathize. They are noble goals. But the powers that be don't recognize that intent, instead they see only the actions and associations."
A sigh, "I'm sorry, but my words are just that. Words. I can provide advice, calm people's anxiety and give some form of closure, but that is all. I'm not a member of the United States Government, nor am I a judge, nor the leader of the FEB. My opinion can only give ideas to those who are well and truly in charge of this situation. It is outside of my control." Ingrid picked up the plate and stood, "I will talk to Raynott and see if I can at least plant the seed in his mind... But I can't promise you anything."
by Anowa » Fri Nov 29, 2019 3:57 pm
Dyelli Beybi wrote:Imogen (Kaleidoscope) shook her head, though JJ (Cuttlefish) raised a hand, a cheeky grin forming on her face, "One quick question: when you called me 'Cuddlefish' was that a Freudian slip? If so, that's cool, but maybe we should wait until after the mission. I like to be the little spoon and I have a few rules. First, my safe word is 'guava', second -"
"JJ!" Imogen hisses irritably, "I hate to quote you right back at yourself, but maybe you should save the comedy routine until after the mission."
JJ pouted, then stuck her tongue out at the other woman, "Fine, but you guys are no fun."
"I think we're all clear on the plan," Imogen confirmed, with an eye-roll, "Like I said before, I'm happy to take your lead on this one, so whenever you're ready, I'm ready to go in."
by Lessoni » Fri Nov 29, 2019 9:09 pm
by A Paradise for Few » Fri Nov 29, 2019 9:16 pm
by Endem » Sat Nov 30, 2019 4:12 am
by Communist Xomaniax » Sat Nov 30, 2019 12:31 pm
by Endem » Sat Nov 30, 2019 1:25 pm
by Dyelli Beybi » Sat Nov 30, 2019 4:02 pm
by Endem » Sat Nov 30, 2019 4:57 pm
by Anowa » Sun Dec 15, 2019 12:08 am
A Paradise for Few wrote:Elle"So, what is it do you want me to do?"
Endem wrote:Andrew Scott"Bill, pump it full of tear gas" he said to Bill as he tried to not step on the insect he choose as his eyes "Can I let them go?" He asked, obviously he was referring to insects as 'them'
Dyelli Beybi wrote: "Sounds like you have a visitor," she commented.
by Dyelli Beybi » Mon Dec 16, 2019 10:34 am
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