Irene Trenz slammed the paper down onto her desk and began rubbing her forehead.
"Which imbecile thought this up?" She muttered to herself. "I could pull a far better excuse for an ad from my..." Irene sighed as she took another glance at the paper. Well, it's out there now, nothing I can do at this point, she thought to herself. Beside complaining to Miss Longstaff about this... chances are she probably thought it up herself, though...
Irene sat silent for a while, collecting her thoughts on the matter of the advertisment, before finally reaching for her phone, yanking the receiver from the base unit and hammering in a number. After a short wait, she got an answer.
"Hello? Is that Longstaff WarTech? Good, good... I'd like a word with Miss Longstaff, please. I don't care, I wish to speak with her now."
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Helena Hammond flicked through the want ads in the Galaxy Gazette, searching vainly for an apartment. The stuffy environment of living in accomodation paid for by the city was getting to her. You never knew who had lived, or died, in the rooms you stayed in.
Seems everyone wants in here. Not even the dubious one bedroom apartments with limited floorspace for offer.
A kindly waitress approached her with a pot of coffee and a plate of doughnuts. She placed them on the table and peered over Helena's shoulder.
"It's on account of the recent Rikti activity, my cousin's son-in-law tells me. Everyone wants in on somewhere a bit safer. No safer place than the headquarters of that Heroes Force. And what with all them heroes hanging around the statue making the place untidy. Still, it pushes up the price."
Helena looked up, a little startled by her waitress's eulogising on the condition of the local real estate market.
"Are you sure you'll be wanting all those doughnuts Miss? Forgive me for saying but there's hardly anything to you." The waitress smiled at Helena in the way all nosey people with no idea of personal space smile.
"I'm thinking of trying out 'fat'. I hear it's the latest craze." Helena replied, the sarcasm very much evident in her tone. The waitress shuffled away, unsure if there was a reply to that.
And wondering if she'll get her tip
Helena cursed herself for taking a glimpse into the older woman's mind.
Then a poster, fresh against the bacdrop of ld carnival bills, caught her attention.
RAPIER. Sounded like fun. Especially the part about possible death. It certainly beat investigating old cases for SERAPH and MAGI that no one else wanted to touch. Without thinking she ripped the notice from the wall and folded it, placing it in her top pocket for when she got back to the 'apartment'.
((Ok, so I don't have any heroes that can join your SG Point, but I am still trying to get SG Coalitions sorted out for my SG and also keen to do more IC mission based situations. So consider this a start of Dr Roberts making enquires.))
The Dunelm Group continued their daily routines as they normally would do. With the Rikti retreating back for now it meant that the team wee not always on alert for calls from Vangaurd or keep a close watch on the skies.
However the working atmosphere within the group has become frosty at best. Ever since the events of last week, meetings have been very sterile and almost without emotion as business is being discussed.
It has distressed Dr Roberts that the team has become this way which was not part of his original vision. The only reason why the team has not fully disbanded is because of the common sense of duty to protect the world.
Dr Roberts read through his morning paper as he would do usually but it has now become another way of him to concentrate on other events in order so that he does not dwell too much on his recent problems.
As he reads the paper he comes across and advert for R.A.P.I.E.R. Curious at the advert Dr Roberts studies it further before grabbing a nearby pair of scissors to cut out the advert. He takes the cut out to his wall of notes and pins it in the middle of the board.
Adam Dennison enters the office and moves towards Dr Roberts to see what he is up to.
Adam Dennison: "What are you upto here then my brother?........Ya haven't quite got the concept of pin the tail on the donkey have you!"
Dr Roberts: "This, my strange man, is another peice of contact information that might just help me towards my recent attempts to create official ties with other organisations in the city."
Adam Dennison: "Are sure that is still possible my good brother. Considering the rest of the team ave become rather edgy lately with everyone outside the group.......sharper than an obsenly un-needed 16 bladed razor!"
Dr Roberts: "I somehow doubt that Leon, even with his current way of thinking will dislike the offer of working with a team with a similar military background to himself. In fact its probably the very people he wanted me to look for, just explaining it in the worst possible way."
Turns to Adam as he continues, "I still believe what this team needs is to network with other groups for the benefit of the city and the world. I am hoping that the outburst last week is just down to stress from being stretched as we have been with Rikti attack again on top of all the other problems we deal with.
Adam nods unstanding what Dr Roberts is suggesting.
Dr Roberts: "I would not say anything to the rest of the team if you would be so kind Adam. I would much rarther work on this alone for now and make it aware to the group should I get close to deal."
Adam Dennison: "Of course my brother.......Just call Zippidy McZip Zip!......In fact...no thats terrible, don't ever cal me that!"
Dr Roberts smiles at the remark as he returns to his desk to carry on making notes for upcoming lectures.
Credit goes to FrankyT49 for animated avatar
List of toons on Union Handbook
Leon Tasker: "Dunelm Group! What is your profession?"
Dunelm Group: "OOOOORRRAAAAH!"
Country: Zaltier
Location: Unnamed Mercenary Bar.
The Minutemen project, an experiment to copy the powers of the Arachnos Fortunadas, secret pride of the US army, or at least they used to be. Retcon didn't know what had changed, only that something had, something was hunting his friends, hunting him. What ever had a grudge against them, had power within the military, their services had been declined, the unit broke up.
Now sat in this dingy bar in a war torn nation, Retcon read through papers from around the world, looking for job opportunities, but also seeking a clue as to who had been hunting down, his former squad mates. Taking a sip of bourbon, he flipped through the Paragon Express.
'Hmmmm if it pays well, dropping a few super villains sounds like fun, might even make a few new contacts' he though to him self, making a mental note of the contact details.
The door burst open, two armed men opened fire, Retcon hit the floor, feeling his life draining from him, the smell of burning flesh filled his nose, this was it, the end of his life dying, in a bar too shabby to even have a real name.
The door burst open, Retcon was ready for them, two quick shots both men went down trailing blood and brain matter. Tossing the barman his fee, Retcon left the bar.
“Paragon City it is then” he said decisively.
Walking towards his hotel room, he whistled the Twilight zone theme cheerfully as he moved through the crowded streets.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
An advert appears plastered on walls across the city, in newspapers available thoughout Rhode Island:
Need work? Want to help clean up the mess that is Paragon City? Up for some excitement in your life?*
R.A.P.I.E.R wants YOU!
Longstaff WarTech's security force, R.A.P.I.E.R, is recruiting able combatants to help fight any and all threats to the redevelopment of Paragon City and the safety of its citizens!
Interested? Contact Director Irene Trenz on ***-**** or email ******@****************.com for more information!
Longstaff WarTech is an equal opportunities employer.
*Several situations may place your life at risk.
((Basically, R.A.P.I.E.R needs new blood. If you've got a char that would work great for it or want to roll a new 'un for the SG, Contact @Pointless to get in. This thread also serves as an open RP thread for those wanting to post their char's reactions to said advert.))
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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