Fantasy Ascension PROJECT - The Tomorrow Era

[Phineas Forge]

Sam caught Helio Pilot's glance as she mentioned a trial run, a single mission to see how everyone did and how things worked out. She realized that, in some way, the glance had been a subtle means of Timea asking her to give the trial a shot. Sam wasn't sure why Timea cared whether Sam joined or not, but she seemed to want her to come along for some reason or another. She couldn't deny that this whole endeavor made her curious, but every fiber of her being told Sam that this wasn't her cup of tea. The idea of a dry run would give Sam an easy out after whetting her appetite...


There was one thing that Mr. Guite had said that had Sam worried: "sent into the fight." She was, by no means, a combatant of any sort. I might could take a 10 year old, if he were asthmatic with only 2 appendages... maybe. While joking, it was somewhat true. Her powers didn't lend themselves to combat, or, more accurately, she'd never practiced using them in such a manner. Meanwhile, she'd also never trained in any sort of martial art... or even self defense classes for that matter. She had played a little soccer, so she might could kick a shin pretty well, but otherwise, her offensive repertoire was practically nonexistent. The idea of being in a fight, of any sort, was even more reason for her to back out of this ordeal before she got involved. On the other hand, if things get dangerous, I can just go astral to avoid danger. Not too helpful for the team... but it saves my ass.


She then couldn't help but catch Dr. Death's number correction and the accompanying look. Why does he care if I leave? she wondered to herself. He's just mad I'm leaving cause he wants to bang me... or dissect me. Could be either with him, or both, she thought, a small grin making its way across her face. After he finished speaking, she caught him look at her again with a bit of a frown. Definitely dissection, she mused. He had brought up a good point, a "super" team might get noticed pretty quick, especially if they kept showing up all over the world.


"I guess I should listen to the whole meeting before I make any rash decisions." Sam said, having a seat and glancing at one of the files in front of her. She wasn't terribly concerned about who the leader was and she certainly wasn't going to vie for the position. Leading a bunch of people that are unlikely to do what you tell them to do seems like a really tough job, she surmised. Right right, this guy, still needs a name, Sam thought to herself as she glanced at Adam's file. Maybe Freaky... nah, aha. How 'bout Mulligan? Cause no matter how bad his mistake is, the wounds gonna heal right back up and he can start back at the beginning. Yeah, Mulligan it is. Now onto that girl, Sam thought, looking over at Avalon.

 

[amb3rlin]

Thankfully Mr. Guite was amenable to her suggestion of a trial mission, though he still kept from briefing them on what that mission might be. In the back of her mind Timea was growing certain that there was a specific threat Mr. Guite had already scouted out. How imminent the threat was became another matter. Would he reveal the impending mission to them today? Would they be traveling toward a battle by this evening, tomorrow, the end of the week?


Or perhaps the threat was still looming, but not so pressing that the group would be thrown into a fight without any chance to prepare. Sure, it seemed like Mr. Guite had resources enough to equip them and gather decent intel, but all the money in the world couldn't make a team out of people who had just met half an hour ago.


Timea hoped to find out soon how much time they had before their initial mission. Whoever the declared leader of the team was had their work cut out for them in drawing this group of people together for a common purpose. At least in the Air Force you knew everyone you were working with had taken the same oath, wore the same uniform. This group was just so . . . diverse and individualistic. Timea knew that those two traits could either make this team incredible or impossible.


If they had time to train before their first mission, Timea decided to make it her goal to reach out in friendship to as many of her potential teammates as she could. She glanced over at the Mr. Lightning character and thought back to their brief comments about grabbing a beer. It seemed a good place to start. He also seemed to be the only person that had been able to elicit a friendly response with the necromancer. The abilities of the young scientist gave her the creeps. . .


It was Lucas's supportive response and the dark-haired woman's change of mind to stay that gave Timea hope for the group. She glanced around the room and began to believe this could be possible. The tone in the room was changing now. The group was starting to overcome the initial shock of the proposal and were asking questions about how to make the idea happen. The necromancer's question about standing out illustrated the shift perfectly.


"But those who have been working and noticed in their cities aren't known by their real names, if I understand it correctly. That offers a lot of protection for us. Keeping our identities secret would allow us to be covert when we need to, and donning a public, world-saving identity and getting attention when needed seems like a good balance to me. The key is keeping secrets secret, which is easier said than done. Again it goes back to trust. Trust in each other, trust in Mr. Guite, and trust in DYNasty, who I'm assuming will help provide this cover for us. Because if I'm going to be a public crime fighting figure then I don't want anyone to know who my family is, and I want my family to keep believing that I fly emergency rescue helicopters for a living."


As she spoke she looked around the room and tried to make eye contact with everyone. Her words were firm but gentle. At last she turned back to Mr. Guite. She kept her tone respectful as she addressed him.


"What I want to know more than what color spandex to pick out is what our target is. I think you have one, Mr. Guite, and I think we are ready to know what it is and how to begin preparing for our first mission."