Council of War ((Open forum RP))

Zorielle glanced to everyone as she made her way out of the conference room. It had gone better than she expected. No one had tried to kill each other, several people probably thought about it though. The following weeks would be tough, and she knew that good or bad, she'd be getting to know these people as she fought alongside and co-operated with them.

As Tower of Power was making his way out the room, he overheard Perile's conversation to Coile. And it irked him.
His stride lead him to Perile, overtaking her normally.

But something was not normal as he casually reached out and took her gently by her neck, lifting her effortlessly a few inches off the ground and keept walking.

"You know, that was rather heartless of you. We each have our demons. It is rarely benificial to play on those, especially in times like this. He will find them soon enough without your cold hearted 'help'."

He stopped and turned them to face each other, his face that of a stern but friendly lecturer. And then gently put her down again.

There was no sign of anger, unless it was Pelire's eyes that reflected it. They blue color in them turned to whiter shade as ice crystals danced inside.

"People like that will be the death of the rest of us. In the frontline we need to be able to count on our side to do whatever it takes to guard our backs. Even kill. He used to do it, and now when that is actually needed he has some fit of hypocrisy. Those without spines should stay behind tending to the wounded, not play pacifist soldiers and have delusions of being useful."

She looked up at the big man as she herself was not remarkable height. "Don't tell me you'd rather have him watching your back under fire, than me."

Tower looked at the woman and nodded "you're right, I would rather have you watching my back. And I doubt he will put himself in the front line with his.. 'fit of hypocrisy'. I would rather he be in the back helping the wounded or what ever it is he's comfortable with then have some guilt imposed on him to make him go in to battle and crack under the imposed inner conflict."

He sighed "We each have our roles to fulfill.. I have a sister that crumbled under the pressure of the Requiem War, I would not want that to happen to anyone."

Keeping himself hidden, Tygerboy watched the people below him. Sometimes a secret weapon should remain secret, even from allies. He'd be there when needed.

The laughter was both brief and dry. "I worked with him for five months, on and off. He's not one to see when to quit which can be a blessing in the heat of battle, but a drag when tactics are concerned. As sure as the sun rises he'll be in the warzone, mark my words."

Pelire glances towards where Coile had stood to see him already gone. "I hope that reminding him of his flings gets that head in gear and he figures that non-lethality out there is not an option."

Her eyes cleared as the crystals dissolved but the coldness in them remained. "Well, it's his funeral. What do I care as long as it isn't mine."

(( In case Octavo and Pelire interest anyone, there's a few stories about it all. I will not post them here, just link to them, because some of them contain adult language. Of course not all relevant things are in the written stories.

Octavo stories ))

Tower of Power listened, and then followed her gaze to the empty space "Then he is a fool... a fool you appearently do care about."
He turned to look at her again with eyes that spoke 'or you would not have taken the effort', even if his mouth spoke differently. "But time's awasting, I must be off, good day"
He nodded respectfully before turning and walking off again.

An amused chuckle escaped from Pelire as she watched the big guy depart. She was left idly to wonder what she had said that was mistaken for compassion. Oh well. In the long run it would serve her. If it came to a clash between her and Coile and she would have to leave his lifeless carcass behind there would be that much more doubts regarding her part in it.

Drade looked around has the others from the room slowly left, glancing down he saw two white eyes stareing up at him, they seem to mutter something before disappearing again, Drade just nodded then made his way out from the room, before running down the hallway towards where he had came from.

[Second council meeting. Late Saturday]

In the same bare walled room, members of the hasty alliance forged in the wake of the invasion begin to filter back in.

The ravages of war are clear on many a face in both the city and the isles. The stress, fear and pain that destroyed minds.
Yet the face of the giant, Big Lunk, despite the plasma scorched and blood stained appearance of his armour, showed none of this, bar a mad gleam in his eye.
To him the war was what he was born to do. What he was trained to do. His blood hungered for the fight.

Walking to the back of the room, he takes a seat, and begins unbuckling his armour, discarding it behind the chair.
He removed his respirator, and places it on the table in front of him, as he breathes in deep, and exhales with a low growl from the back of his throat.

Tygerboy landed, his combat boots creaking as blood flakes fell off them, his crimson and blue armour showing several deep gashes across it's carapace. "Mind if I sit in, Lunk?" He asked. "Dunno if the main Militia bosses are aware of this get-together but thought someone better represent us."

The shadows in the room seemed to deepen and grow, then a dark figure slowly floats to the ground and sits in an empty chair. Face hidden in the depths of his hood.

'I am called Doctor Destiny. I believed this not to be my fight, however now I believe that decision was incorrect.

'These interlopers actions are causing too many consequences, both in the seen and the unseen.'

Britanic walked into the room. He was wearing a badly scorched KM-Tech PACS vest, with it's left shoulder pad was hanging off, and what appeared to be a shard from a Rikti sword was embedded in his shoulder. Britanic slumped into a chair next to Lunk, and winced as he pulled the metal from his flesh. Once it was free he threw the shard on the table, which landed with a clang. He then gripped his forehead fighting back the pain as his flesh started to knit back together.

After a moment or two the wound had healed, and Britanic moved his hand from his head. He then turned to Lunk, and smiled.

"Sorry about that but the Rikti were all over the Founders Fall entrance as I came in."

Another armoured figure enters the room, with buckled plates still glowing from rikti plasma and vents issuing oily black smoke. The helmet is removed, revealing the face of a man in his late forties with a neatly trimmed beard. "My name ic Jakob Ivanovich," he says in a heavy Ukranian accent, "I am here to reprecent zhe Vorkerc ov Eactern Europe - Ve are affiliated vizh zhe New Heroec Union, and I have already precented my report to Dr. Rickman."

A man clad almost entirely in armour moved to the back of the room and took a seat near Big Lunk. Catching his eye briefly, he nodded in agreement. He would let Lunk do the talking, unless his input was needed.

He carefully unbuckled his helmet, loosened his armour straps, and produced a PDA from his person. Eyes passing over the gathering representatives for a moment, he quickly buried himself in the latest set of plans, as he waitied for the meeting to be called to order.

Lunk smiles and nods to Helios as he approaches.
Picking up the sword tip, he examines it, slicing the tip of his finger to test the blade's edge. "Not as sharp without the energy field around it" he thinks to himself.

He turns to Brit and smirks. "Good to see you took up the offer of the armour... and that your not currently in 2 pieces... how are the girls?"

Shoulders hunched Coile entered the room and took a seat quickly. He greeted Lunk and Britanic with a quick smile. If anyone else chose to take it as a general greeting, all the better. The clock was showing that he did not have too much time. Soon it was time to go hunting some mystics on behalf of HeroCorp.

He hoped that no one would ask for a status report. There was not much that Tempest had done in the vein of grandness. Just basic stuff with serving, protecting and fighting.

A young man with tanned skin, glassed and long, dark brown hair, clad in the Unity Vigil uniform, wandered in and sat down, carrying a heavy laser assault rifle on a shoulder strap. He looked around a little nervously, before taking out a paper and pen and starting to sketch to take his mind off his nerves.

A not so happy hero made his way thru the doors, slumbering to the nearest seat.. sword falling with a loud -cling- against the arm of the chair and let's himself non-chalantly drop in.

All the way leaned back with a leg raised on the rim of the table he sits there with closed eyes while his chest is the only seenable sign of life as it's breathes up an' down.

Britanic turned back to Lunk.

"The girls are fine mate, although keeping track of Rachel is proving to be a bloody nightmare."

As Coile enters Brit gives him a nod.

"What's your handwriting like Lunk? I was hoping Mer'de would be here to keep the minutes, but I have had no contact with him for a few days now. Any luck he'll just surface during the meeting...Speaking of which, do you want to kick things off?"

Having taken a seat close enough to Lunk Coile could hear reasonably well what Britanic was saying. An involuntary chuckle escaped him despite the gloomy state of things. Rachel was blazes of a hard case to keep track of. In the last several months he'd seen her only a handful of times.

Besides, she was one of the very few Militia members that he could recommend to Silent Tempest as a safe kind work partner from her supergroup.

Lunk nods to Brit, and takes his PDA from his pocket, setting it to record audio, and laying it on the table.

"The last week has been hard for us all, and shows no sign at getting any easier. Many of our number are dead, and even more are missing. But we can find solace in that every one of our fallen is matched by hundreds, if not thousands, of Rikti dead.
Those of us who lay our lives on the line, who are prepared to fight back these invaders with every last drop of strength and determination and blood, that they have are the greatest of us all. And we shall honour them by bringing victory against the Rikti, so those that they left behind, that they died trying to protect, WILL be protected."

He mutters something inaudibly is he takes his water flask from his belt and sips from it "...Now, is there anything that needs to be reported before we get to the business of how to stem the tide of this attack?"

Juniper, the Wild Child of the Militia made her way into her room. "Hello all! Hi Tyger!" She added, adressing her brother. "Didn't know you were invited!"
"Wasn't." He muttered. "S'pose you're safer here than on top of the sodding mothership." He added gruffly.

She poked her tongue out at him and set up her laptop to take the minutes.

Coile frowned. He looked pointedly at Juniper, then at Tyger. Then he looked at Britanic who was in fact in charge of Militia's operations and was doing more than a splendid job at representing them. When he was looking at one of the very few guys in Militia that he held any respect towards he cocked one eye corner and frowned, hoping to convey a question in the lines of "what's your troops doing here barging in?"

Then again, Coile was no master of subtle communication. It was equally possible that people thought he was having stomach cramps.

"Well," Juniper commented, "I'M taking the minutes of the meeting. Like I did last time."

"Another thing she didn't tell me." Tyger muttered.

((Mer'de just told me Juni took the minutes first time around. I didn't mind.))