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raisetheearth2015-09-13 11:51 am
willdareanything) wrote in raisetheearth2015-09-13 11:51 am
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Who: Keldek & Associates, Ryuuzaki and maybe others
Where: Gateway and Infinita City
What: The recruitment drive continues. This time we're looking for brains over brawn. Also, there might be something with some kid who showed up on his doorstep.
Warnings: Ryuuzaki. Maybe a little violence? I dunno.
Status: Closed
Number One: Closed to Ryuuzaki
It's well into the night by the time the black car pulls into the motel parking lot. It really was one of the... seedier places that the otherwise bright city had to offer, populated by the human detritus that eagerly fed off a society that allowed them to exist.
Circling once, the car came to a stop at the room number that had been indicated as the one that currently housed the one they were there for. The driver's door opened up and a large man in a black suit stepped out, straightening his jacket before opening the passenger side to allow a tall, black-haired woman in business attire to step out.
Of course, the sudden arrival drew some attention. They were approached only once, but three applications of an enormous fist left the poor fellow more concerned with picking his broken teeth out of a pool of blood on the concrete and the rest sufficiently dissuaded from trying their hand.
The brief burst of violence didn't even slow the woman for a step. In fact, she seemed to ignore it entirely as she strode up to the door and reached out to knock with a slender hand.
Part 2. Closed to Alexandra
Somehow, the days seemed to grow both longer and shorter all at the same time. Longer in that his work often kept him busy until well past sunset, but shorter in that no matter what was accomplished there was always more to be done. Nonetheless, there was a satisfaction there. Things were progressing smoothly. He'd managed to recruit a number of "special" individuals to his cause and the little test they'd conducted the previous month had gone well and that particular project was ready to progress to the next level.
Now, however, the day's work was done and he sat in peaceful solitude in his large office. Or at least it was for him. He turned his chair toward the window and watched the lights outside as his construction crews changed shifts, sitting back in his chair and breathing out a cloud of smoke from the cigarette in one hand, the other holding a glass of whiskey. So much progress in just a few short months. Very soon his city, his domain would finish rising out of the depths of this wasteland and then....
... Well, that was still in the future. For now, he could rest easy knowing that all matters of importance had been dealt with for the day.
Where: Gateway and Infinita City
What: The recruitment drive continues. This time we're looking for brains over brawn. Also, there might be something with some kid who showed up on his doorstep.
Warnings: Ryuuzaki. Maybe a little violence? I dunno.
Status: Closed
Number One: Closed to Ryuuzaki
It's well into the night by the time the black car pulls into the motel parking lot. It really was one of the... seedier places that the otherwise bright city had to offer, populated by the human detritus that eagerly fed off a society that allowed them to exist.
Circling once, the car came to a stop at the room number that had been indicated as the one that currently housed the one they were there for. The driver's door opened up and a large man in a black suit stepped out, straightening his jacket before opening the passenger side to allow a tall, black-haired woman in business attire to step out.
Of course, the sudden arrival drew some attention. They were approached only once, but three applications of an enormous fist left the poor fellow more concerned with picking his broken teeth out of a pool of blood on the concrete and the rest sufficiently dissuaded from trying their hand.
The brief burst of violence didn't even slow the woman for a step. In fact, she seemed to ignore it entirely as she strode up to the door and reached out to knock with a slender hand.
Part 2. Closed to Alexandra
Somehow, the days seemed to grow both longer and shorter all at the same time. Longer in that his work often kept him busy until well past sunset, but shorter in that no matter what was accomplished there was always more to be done. Nonetheless, there was a satisfaction there. Things were progressing smoothly. He'd managed to recruit a number of "special" individuals to his cause and the little test they'd conducted the previous month had gone well and that particular project was ready to progress to the next level.
Now, however, the day's work was done and he sat in peaceful solitude in his large office. Or at least it was for him. He turned his chair toward the window and watched the lights outside as his construction crews changed shifts, sitting back in his chair and breathing out a cloud of smoke from the cigarette in one hand, the other holding a glass of whiskey. So much progress in just a few short months. Very soon his city, his domain would finish rising out of the depths of this wasteland and then....
... Well, that was still in the future. For now, he could rest easy knowing that all matters of importance had been dealt with for the day.
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Out of all the Numbered that he might try to recruit, he's already certain that nobody from that particular subset would be willing to take his side. In fact, he already anticipates them being quite stalwart in their opposition when the time comes.
"Enough of them have appeared that I suppose it was only inevitable." He pauses for a moment, taking another puff of his cigarette and exhaling the smoke as he speaks. "They call themselves warriors, so it only stands to reason that they'd have had enemies. ... Does anybody else know anything of your powers?"
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"I suppose that's true." She said thoughtfully. An enemy of the Precure? She could live with that.
"A few saw my transformed self in Gateway and the monster I created, but that's as much as anyone knows about it. I haven't mentioned anything about my powers on the network, so no one should know about that aside from you."
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"That doesn't matter, it was only ever a matter of time before that was discovered." He looks down at the cigarette between his fingers, before abruptly standing up and walking to the large windows that take up the wall behind his desk.
He looks out over the construction, building up the city that would be his domain.
"Alexandra," he doesn't turn around when he addresses her, but the rare utterance of her name should serve just as well, "do you understand what I'm trying to achieve here?"
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She takes a small step forward and her eyes track him as he steps toward the window, ever curious to see just what he would do next. She freezes when he actually says her names and blinks a few times in surprise.
"I Believe so." She starts then pauses and glances to consider her words carefully. "I can't say I know exactly what's going on in your head, but I don't think I need to that either." She takes a breath, thinking over how he took her in and helped her get back on her feet again.
"I know that you assisted me, and I'd like to do what I can to do the same for you."
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He smiles a little bit, hearing her step closer and then at her simple statement. She won't even question him, will she? Such loyalty can be especially useful. Very well, he'll see how far that loyalty extends.
"They'll try to stop me, those Numbered." He turns his head slightly, watching her reactions. "... I need your help to keep that from happening."
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Her eyes narrow slightly at the comment and she could feel her hands clench into fists. It only lasted a moment but her annoyance and anger with the other numbered was clear enough. That only lasted for a moment though as she was suddenly assaulted by strange sensation as new memories found a way into her mind. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized how similar this conversation was to one that her past self had been through. That was strange, very creepily strange.
At the same time it was comforting to know that her past self was dedicated to a cause. It made it easier for her to respond to what her grandfather had said. She waited for a moment to compose her thoughts, to let her anger toward the other numbered die down and for these new memories to solidify her resolve.
"I'll do what I can, they wont interfere."