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Location: Titan Tower; 14F
Tags: ShadowBroker ShadowBroker Epiphany Epiphany sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Alphus had long since abandoned the training room upon dismissal. Instead, he went to his own room, briefcase in hand. Once inside he'd spent the next half hour locked away, doing nothing but reading the information on the material handed. It took him a total of 15 minutes to skim through it all and pick out the details most important or relevant to the devices, after which Alphus spent the next eight minutes looking at the equipment he know had attached to his back.

His PDD.

It was almost bizarre seeing it stuck there to him like a tick. Sure his clothing helped in lessening that effect, but still. He found the device fascinating. Something that could impede the ability of one's powers. Why exactly wasn't the ULJ making use of this into an effective weapon? The answer came to Alphus as soon as the question had.

It could always be used against them.

Removing the device from his back, Alphus moved into the restroom to shower. He spent about half an hour in there. The first ten minutes he'd done nothing but let the hot water run over him while he thought. Mostly thinking about today's events and what it all meant for the future but soon enough, he realized the steam in the room was building and then began doing what he'd walked into the restroom to do.

Once the job was done, Alphus exited, dried off and changed into a white shirt and donned dark blue sweatpants. For the next few minutes he spent his time simply looking over the PDD before his stomach told him he had yet to have dinner.

Reaching the hall room, Alphus found he wasn't alone. And it seemed he'd gotten there just a minute or so after the Amazon had entered. Walking through the entrance way, Alphus bowed his head to Miss Scyleia in a respectful nod. He locked his eyes on Huge for a brief second as he passed but didn't say a word as he made his way to the kitchen while the man prepared to what Alphus believed rice. Making his way to the fridge Alphus searched for something sweet in the form of fruit. Mindful of Steve and Miss Drake as they searched the cabinets for sustenance.


 
Titan Commander​
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Tim Drake​




Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags Randomfella Randomfella Retro-Grey Retro-Grey Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
Tim sighed. Jackson was a tough one to deal with. More stable than Dante, sure, but also more intelligent. He had seen the type of life that was in store for him outside of these halls. The one Damian saved him from.

But did he really? See, that was the thing Tim knew. He had experience with people in Jackson's position. People who were 'given a second chance', but they weren't given a real choice. That was the problem with second chances, really. Everyone thought they were being given a gift, but in reality, it was a life they never asked for. Now, this got into the more complicated and far more heated topic of meta-human abilities, but that wasn't a concern for Tim. No. His concern was the distraught young man walking away from him.

"Jackson," Tim told him in a calm voice. Not one of a commander. Not a familiar one, too be honest. "I know you were told this was your second chance, but I call bullshit. I don't know why Damian vouched for you, but I don't think he did you justice, Tim explained. Tim then turned around, his back to the other Titans, and mumbled, ",listen," to them, just audible enough for those to two hear.

"The first is a different opportunity. It will do you no good being here if you feel like this is your only option. Tell me now and I will arrange the college and technical expenses normally given to Titans after years of service to be given to you upfront. I'll make sure you have a place to stay while you get an education and a job. Food in your stomach, maybe find yourself a nice girlfriend--or boyfriend, I don't judge. Point is, you do not have to be a Titan to get a second chance. If you want, I'll arrange a loophole for you to become a civilian again. A life your mother couldn't afford and one your father wouldn't allow," Tim told him. It was a change of pace, even considering the previous groups prior.

Tim had never offered such an influential deal to one of these youths.

"If you choose to leave, you can make a new identity for yourself. New name, new state, new life. But, and listen closely, if you choose to stay, then I will offer you something I know Damian would never: my own name. If you stay, you can pave the way for yourself, for better or worse. I will give you my blessing and personally pay for the paperwork to push your name to be legally changed to Jackson Drake. You will not be tied down by the sins of your father. You do not need to follow the path seared into the ground by the hot-headed Stones before you," Tim then added, potentially in an even more shocking twist than the original offer.

Jackson become a Drake? Just like that?






Group One has officially completed the Introduction to the Tower. Their results are as follows:

  • Bench Press: 40kg
    Weighted Squat: 55kg
    Sit-Ups: 34
    Push-Ups: 15
    Pull-Ups: 6
    Punches: 93
    100-meter dash: 13.98
    1-Mile run: 8:19
    Jab: 85lb
    Side kick: 200lb
 

Steve Carter - Animus
Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto Epiphany Epiphany The Regal Rper The Regal Rper

Two slices of bread popped up out of the electric toaster with a resounding ping, which almost coincided with the rumbling of Steve's stomach. Both a light brown with minimally burnt crusts, he lavished them with jam as the others went about preparing more substantial meals. The offers of better food appealed to him, greatly. But a stubbornness within him prevented him from taking up their offers. He was already the weakest link. He refused to be the weakest in something so ordinary as well. Steve was just about to take a bite out of his hastily prepared meal before the questions started coming at him. He paused there briefly, mouth open around the side of the piece of bread as he darted his gaze back and forth between the other two in the room. Damn, the other food smelt good too. Steve took a slow bite out of the toast. He chewed, gulped and proceeded through the questions.

"Yes- little agitated. Just been a long day, not your faults. Yes, all of those are nice- but I'd rather not be trouble. Toast's fine. Great, even. The staple of any continental breakfast. Not that it's breakfast. And my name's-"

He cut himself off as the two others in the room became three with the arrival of Scyleia, only continuing after she'd finished speaking.

"Steve Carter. Steve, Carter, either's fine." He interjected.

"Not an expert with them, but I'd imagine fifty years have probably made them easier than ever."

With Alphus arriving in the room, that made all of their group. Steve took another hungry bite from his toasted bread, part of him pondering if this was their entire roster. Where there more he'd yet to meet?
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Location: Titans Tower - 14th floor.
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul BainOfBridges BainOfBridges @sitanomoto Epiphany Epiphany The Regal Rper The Regal Rper

"No offense - but -" the words bounced on his head, he couldn't help but to chuckle slightly. Huge became a very good reader, when it comes to read phrases on his head that is. He came to realize that whenever a person reveals a *but* between sentences, whatever was behind the but is bullshit. Mind Huge's language, "Toast. He likes that Toast..."

Huge tried to dodge Becky as well, the both obviously focused on their own deal. However he also gave half of his attention to the ongoing conversation, more of an attempt of it. The woman spoke for the little man, probably she knows how to read people's mind. No - impossible, there would be complete assurance on her words otherwise. Something on her, however, bothered Huge - probably the numerous amount of metal-things clinging from her nose and ears. "What was the point of such ridiculous artifacts when a punch to the nose can threw it back to the brain and wound you dearly?" Huge's thoughts, clearly.

He turned slowly as to hear out what the odd woman had to say, another introduction as it is to expect. Huge took a spoon in order to taste the status of the rice as he responded in kind, "Huge." though he said that to the three of them, The No-Sarcasm Woman, The Odd-female called Scyleia Lancaster and Steve, Carter... Steve-Carter. Carter-Steve. "How many names does one need to have?" he thought for a very brief moment as he realize it probably had something to do with the man being nervous. Regardless, as it is to expect, Huge's respond was short and poorly detailed; "My name is Huge." he nodded as he returned to his food-cooking, making nothing but a shallow comment, "-I like rice." just after scratching the back of his head and his beard, not accustomed to maintain a firm social conversation, "The table. Should we prepare the table?" he considered as he opened a cabinets with plates ready to settle.

Holding to that thought, his eyes drifted from the amazon woman right back to No-Sarcasm Woman and- he realized. The little woman had yet to say her name, or introduce herself to Steve. He made a strange gesture with his nose that quickly faded away as he tried to anticipate to the rice boiling water. Of course - she could have just forgotten, no point for quick judgement - but Huge has always been paranoid, no matter who you are.

There was another entity Huge simply gave no attention at all, probably because he was already busy with more than one thing. The fourth individual, whose even gender seem to escape him, Huge would be eager to meet as well. That, of course, once the food is served.
 

Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Location: Titans Tower, 14th Floor, Kitchen.
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul , ShadowBroker ShadowBroker , BainOfBridges BainOfBridges Epiphany Epiphany The Regal Rper The Regal Rper

Becky nodded to Steve, smiling as he answered. "Simple man. I like it." She leaned against the fridge, watching Huge as he worked.

Scyleia walked into the room, introducing herself, then Steve responded with his name, and finally Huge stating his name simply and commenting about liking rice. She smacked herself mentally, having completely forgotten to introduce herself to anyone. However, her face remained in a passive expression. "Nice to meet you all. My name is Rebecca, but call me Becky." She intentionally left out her last name.... After all, She didn't want to be treated differently because of her status as the Commander's daughter. "If you need help with the stove, I believe any one of us can help with that, Miss Scyleia." Becky remarked.

Huge suggested that they set the table, and Becky nodded. "Can I offer to make anyone some pancakes?" She asked as she reached around Alphus and snagged herself a Dr. Pepper. She opened it swiftly, the psssht sound reminding her of her friend back in Blüdhaven, who loved the fizzy drink. Becky took a quick swig, then put the cap back on and closed the bottle.
 
Location: Titan Tower 14th Floor, Kitchen
Tags: ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges The Regal Rper The Regal Rper

The Amazon noted Alphus' arrival with a lifted eyebrow but the man's disinterest in talking suited her own reserve. Instead, she went about making an inventory of the kitchen, locating the various dishes and utensils she'd need as well as where ingredients were.

Then she poured olive oil into a pan and started cooking up a number of breasts of chicken, while separately cooking or stirring in diced sweet potato, diced apples and a little cinnamon for flavor. Scyleia stirred together a salad as well, though the number of options there were for dressing as well as several easy-to-shake containers meant she just assembled the ingredients, allowing others to apply their own dressing as they liked. She also cooked up some broccolini florets prepared in stock and flavored with sesame and ginger, as well as a sesame-lime rice dish for Huge. In a matter of minutes, there was a surprising amount of food coming out rather quickly.

"Help yourselves," she said to those who'd conversed while she cooked. "And thanks for the help with the table," she said to Huge, "And the stove," she said to Steve. "In my experience, technology is intuitive to anyone who grows up with it. I remember those who grew up without computers and how difficult it was for many to even learn how to type compared to their children for whom acquisition was natural." She frowned slightly and added, "The same could be said for language, for that matter. Many immigrant children pick up their new land's language faster but also become better at it for a lifetime compared to their parents who may still struggle after many years."

"My people have their own culture, a proud one, but I'm ever conscious of the risk of becoming anachronistic. I have a lot of work ahead of me, even on those things which are now 'easier'."

After leaving out a stack of plates next to the prepared dishes, an obvious invitation to anyone else who happened to circulate into the kitchen, Scyleia sat down and forked a piece of chicken for herself. "So," she said after a conversational pause. "Why are all of you here?"
 

Location: Titan Tower; 14F - Kitchen
Tags: ShadowBroker ShadowBroker Epiphany Epiphany sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Orchid eyes scanned the fridge, unable to actually process what was being seen as thoughts stormed. Social circles like this and business or work, were two different things. Work and duty came to Alphus like breathing came to man. Social circles and friendly gatherings like this however, they always seemed to escape him. Hence why Suzillan had always more or less been the speaker whenever the twins tried to make friends. It wasn't anxiety, unease, or nervousness that prevented him from speaking as the others worked their way to fixing themselves something to eat. Most of the time it was a sense of disinterest or lack of stimuli. Today, it wasn't either of those, Alphus simply had no idea what to say or how to say it even if wanted. Perturbing as it was, he wasn't sure why he couldn't find the words to converse.

Huge and Scyleia, interested Alphus the most but he hadn't said even a "Good evening" or "Pleasure to meet you" yet. Strange he found himself thinking, shifting out of the way slightly when Miss Drake reached for something that his mind failed to register.

A tummy grumble reminded Alphus he required sustenance, so back into the fridge he went.

Fruit, was the first thing he saw and his stomach growled in utter annoyance. Ignoring the disobedience, Alphus took two apples, a bag full of grapes and three oranges in one arm as he moved out of the way of the others and began preparing himself a large bowl full of fruit on a separate counter in the kitchen. Far enough he wouldn't get in the way but close enough he could still hear the conversation.

By the first apple his stomach still growled in defiance and by this time he'd already heard Miss Drake's kind offer-- still, Alphus ignored it. Distraction settled with watching the others. It wasn't until Huge mentioned the kitchen table that Alphus moved to get slightly involved, offering as much help as he could. When that was done, he returned to his bowl of fruit, only to have another low, inaudible grumble warn him that this meant war- just as Miss Scyleia began speaking also.

Silent as silent gets, Alphus moved to Miss Drake's side and tapped her on the shoulder so as not to interrupt Miss Scyleia as she spoke. "I'll uh--" the stomach roared "--take some of those pancakes, if you're still offering. Miss Rebecca." And just like that the lion quieted, satisfied with a better meal to come.

Tuning back into what Miss Scyleia was saying, Alphus found the stimulant he needed to make a response.

So," a pause. "Why are all of you here?"​

"I owe a lot to the Drake family." Was the first words that came out of his mouth, the first things that came to mind. "More than I can ever hope to repay. When the Durn family struggled, Sir Tim took my sister and I under his wing." He continued. "I owe him and all those involved during that time, more than I can hope to repay. So when he informed me of the Titans Initiative, I saw opportunity. An opportunity to not just payback what was due, but to also help people in a way the Durn's had forgotten.

"So", Alphus shrugged, turning back to his bowl of fruit. "I intend on using this opportunity to make a difference. Hopefully for the better."

For better or worse, the lion awoke with a louder grumble that this time could clearly be heard. Despite destroying his delivery, Alphus made no motion of acknowledging his body's defiance. He let his words do the speaking- not his stomach.

 


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Hero Points: 0
Codename: DeadmanRank: Tier 3Cards: NoneLocation: Titan's Tower - 5F C. Room A

Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul
Life. Life. Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire

Oh this was just fucking perfect...

Dante crossed his arms over his chest as Agent Johannes explained his own abilities. Ironically, it wasn't even the fact of telepathy that had the ghost-child so irritated.

'This guy is just like my damn sister... I DO NOT NEED PEOPLE SNOOPING AROUND IN MY HEAD TRYING TO FIND WHAT MAKES ME TICK!!!'

That's right. He didn't care if the guy dug around in his had. After all, he generally said whatever he was thinking anyway, so it's not like he really had much to hide. No, the biggest facet of this reveal that perturbed him was the simple fact that this man specialized in psychology and sociology. The exact same fields his sister worked with. It was bad enough to have his own flesh and blood trying to psycho-ana-whatever him, it was going to be abso-fucking-lutely aggravating if someone else tried to do it too.

He snapped out of his angry thoughts when the other young man addressed him. Dante quirked an eyebrow, intrigued by this particular youth's brand of powers. A smirk spread over his lips. "So you can give other people abilities, but none of the really good ones?" He teased. "I mean, X-ray vision is a bit overrated, it's more fun if you can just... Vanish from sight and walk through walls to get to what you're trying to see. Plus you don't have to worry about lead blocking your vision." Dante remarked, subtly hinting at his own abilities.

"As for flying... Yeah, that's an awesome ability. Not many things give you a similar rush as flying. Shame you can't try it." Dante remarked as he shook his head. "Gotta say, that's probably the ability I'm going to miss the most until I get this damn thing taken off." He remarked tapping his knuckles on the device stuck to his chest under his shirt.

His gaze turned back to the Agent in front of them. "So, fluff aside, when does the actual training start? I mean where we actually start learning shit, not where you guys bring in a pro just to whip us around like unwanted stepchildren" Dante inquired with a hint of salt in his voice. Thus far, all of his so-called training had been squaring off against Hyperion. The boy was itching to really get started, and the constant delays were driving him nuts!

Dante was in a rare situation where he actually wanted to learn, and he was tired of getting iced waiting for the real fun to actually start.
 
Titan Lieutenant​
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Agent Johannes​





Location Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
Tags One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost Life. Life. Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire
The three took the news of his abilities surprisingly well. Dante was more frustrated with Johannes' understanding of the human psyche than he was the invasion of privacy. That worry came from Alex, and rightfully so. Meanwhile, Tessa seemed to not care; which in and of itself, was the most concerning to Johannes.

Apathy was just as apt to get someone killed as over-reacting.

"For most of you, classes will start tomorrow. Each of your rooms has a laptop in it you may use. We prefer it not leave your room. Nevertheless, it's secured. In your briefcase, you'll find login information for in-house e-mails and notifications. Tim will have your teams and initial classes lined by the evening. You should get a notification on your arm-bands, but only the laptops can access the e-mails. So, in the simplest terms, you'll find out once Tim makes his decisions on your official teams," Johannes explained.

Then came Agent Q. Just like before, barging in and interrupting him. The blond bombshell stood in the doorway, oddly not being noticed until she said her first words. She was holding her Bowie knife by its fine edge between her fingers, which was an odd sight given it was an over-sized nice for a relatively small girl. Then again, she was a porcelain white doll-face of a semi-Supermodel, so proportions weren't exactly intended to be on point. If not for the muscle on her toned body, her corset would easily be pressing her cleavage up to an unneeded degree. In this case, it showed off more of her muscular tone than it did her raw sex appeal.

"Jooooooooohanenes... you're talking too long! You did this last time, too!" she said, whining at him before throwing her Bowie knife at him. It zipped through the group at blinding speed, likely surprising all of them as it flew through the air and directly at Johannes roughly the same time she was speaking.

Johannes caught it. The flat edges of the blade between his fingers. His now-beady eyes staring straight at Q. He tilted the blade up, then back, then back even further before throwing it back at Q. The speed it flew at this time was considerably slower. The new girl sidestepped and caught it by its handle before shaking her head at Johannes. "Joooohannes, you know I can't catch it like you!" she said, whining at him again.

Johannes sighed, closed his eyes, then leaned back in his chair. "I've got nothing else to add and no real questions to answer. Just go with Agent Q. She'll go through your physical testing. Dante, if you want re-tested, go with her as well. She won't shoot you, but she does apparently throw knives when she's bored, Johannes instructed them. There was a definite hint of frustrated sarcasm in his final tone.

Meanwhile, Agent Q clapped her hands together once and nodded for them to go out the door. "Ooo, where to begin first... I could make you run... fast." she muttered, waiting for the group to leave.

Group Two may skip the elevator ride down and brief explanation of the tests. Merely post your training montage and scores to move on.





 
Shane Tift (Shift)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Retro-Grey Retro-Grey Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
Shift couldn't help but avert his gaze from Tim as the young man he would soon know to be Jackson already began to walk ahead. One hairless eyebrow raised in surprise at his actions. Sure, he didn't look the hero type, but his attitude was simply ridiculous in Shane's mind. His expression soon turned sour, they had all been given a great opportunity in this place, and yet this guy was quick to mock those who they owed their lives to, whether they knew it or not. Shift soon turned his head, as well as his attention, toward Tim. From his brief time with Agent Love, he had a rough idea of how she would deal with the boy, hell, considering what she did to Dante, this one might have ended up in the infirmary.

Tim Drake was definitely not her, however. The things Shift had heard about his glory days... Still, he couldn't help but wonder how the elderly man would react. He was soon given an answer as Tim began to speak up, though his tone was not what Shift expected. Folding his arms in anticipation, Shane glanced at Jackson before meeting Tim's gaze as the elderly man simply mentioned for the two of them to listen, it seemed he had a plan. "This should be good." Shane thought to himself as he watched on, expecting the commander had learnt more than a thing or two about this kind of thing over his extensive years.

What came from the commanders lips however, Shane could hardly believe. Hell, he had seen plenty of Jackson's type in military training, whom promised to join in order to change their ways... In reality, they joined because it beat going to prison, if any of them got the option to simply leave, let alone be given a complete free ride, it wouldn't take a second thought. Slight shock was visible on Shane's sky-blue lips, before he quickly snapped back into thought. Moving his face downward, as if expecting Jackson's response before he even began to reply to Tim. Shift placed his arm closest to the young girl, whom had until now been silent, on his hip, before leaning at an angle slightly toward her. "Ten bucks says he takes the bait." He simply stated silently in an almost amused tone, his stare remaining toward the commander and delinquent all the while.
 
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Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A ---> 4F, Training
Tags: One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost Life. Life. Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

"Come on Johannes," Alex said grinning as he closed his briefcase, making a note to go through the papers later "getting stabbed by a beautiful woman is a man's right of passage." his eyes danced across Agent Q's form as he stood up, tossing the case onto his shoulders once more.

As he walked passed her, he heard her muttering and chuckled "Push us hard." he said, his smile splitting his face wide, making him look quite impish. Alex actually enjoyed pushing himself to new heights, mostly in reference to his artwork, but he didn't mind putting his body to the test.

In the elevator, the artist began tinkering with his WTBand. He'd seen on the papers that this thing, combined with the comms, would allow him to get radio. It wasn't the best, but it'd have to do until he could figure out how to get his own playlist set up. He was quick to figure out how to get to the radio, but left it off for the moment as the tests were explained. Push-ups, sit-ups, weight lifting, and more. It was quite a good list.

'Just an all around test of our physical abilities huh?' Alex thought to himself after the explanation was finished. It sounded exhausting but at the same time, exciting. He'd like to get a good understanding of what his limits were.

He decided to just follow the list as he went, starting with the bench press. Alex didn't really work out, his lifestyle kept him pretty fit. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the two large tattoos that were on his upper chest, though they were the only ones of that size. He had several smaller ones in various areas of his body, mostly symbolizing those in his gang. Some covered up scars gained in fights he couldn't avoid.

With a tap he turned on the radio, hearing the music coming through the comms in his ear, before getting to work. The heavy lifting portion wasn't the greatest as he'd rarely did heavy lifting in the past, always being more geared towards carrying lighter, more easily concealed packages, but he was confident that he didn't do poorly.

Lifting his own body was a bit easier. Sit-ups, push-ups, and pull-ups. All were done in rather quick succession, leaving his muscles burning from his exertions.

When it came to punching he was content to watch others do it but it wasn't like he couldn't throw a decent punch. He was quite confident that as long as he wasn't fighting someone with super human durability, he could take them down. As for how many punches he could throw in a minute, it was enough to be useful on the street. Though that was less useful when surrounded by agents who could casually throw and catch knives.

His use of his legs was a little bit better, at least by his own judgement. He was always proud of both his speed and his stamina. After all, this was his bread and butter, the ability to get to a location within a certain amount of time, or to get away from meddling cops.

When all was said and done he found a nice spot and sat down. He ran a hand through his damp hair and chuckled to himself "I'll have to do this again when I can use my magic" he said softly. He was curious as to how much his tattoos increased his physical abilities. He'd always gotten a rough estimate in the past, but no concrete numbers.

He stood up, stretching and feeling pain in almost all of his body "Damn...I need a drink" he mumbled. Once his muscles had time to begin healing, he was going to be in more pain.

Bench Press, max weight: 183 lbs
Weighted Squat, max weight: 176 lbs
Sit-Ups, per minute: 35
Push-Ups, per minute: 26
Pull-Ups, per minute: 9
Punches to bag, per minute: 75
100-meter dash, timed: 11:53
1-Mile run, timed: 8:22
Jab, total force: 55 lbs of force/pressure
Side kick, total force: 121 lbs of force
 
Jackson Stone
Location: Titan's Tower, Fourth Floor—Near Elevator
Tags: Randomfella Randomfella Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Jackson was used to being watched. He grew up with pairs upon pairs of eyes painting his back red and white. It didn't make it easier the way that he acted, if anything it made it worse. So Jackson wasn't the least bit surprised when he felt eyes burn into his back. He held his own hands in his jacket pockets as he heard the entirety of Tim's exposition with tired ears. The teen let his head hang back as he thought over what Tim had said, his eyes staring at the ceiling and his body halted.

"Your count is off, this is my first chance," There was a pause before he turned around to face Tim as he continued, "And it is bullshit Tim," Jackson spat out. "But what you're offering doesn't smell that much different."

Jackson pulled his right hand out of his jacket pocket, promptly scratching the left side of the bridge of his nose shortly after. He looked over at a statue before looking back at Tim as his hand fell back into his jacket. "But damn, who knew you had such a silver tongue. Tell me, how split were you on becoming a sidekick and becoming a snake oil salesman."

His face remained stale as he turned his body slightly, his frame perpendicular to the rest of the party. Jackson didn't make an attempt to look at the party as he continued on, his attention on the statue before him. "Jokes aside pops, I'm not planning on taking your name, or taking your offer. We all bleed right? So let's stop singling out the minority here," Jackson stated before shifting his head to look back at the group his eyes falling on the blonde and the multi-colored guy. His tone inquisitive, his finger picking them out: "You guys bleed right?"
 
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Angel Marie Jansen (Warcry)
Location: Titan's Tower - The Hall of Mentors
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Retro-Grey Retro-Grey Randomfella Randomfella

Marie peered up at Tim as he turned around, her eyes half-lidding as the light sigh escaped their old mentor. The sound of a man about to humour the obstreperous youth. She heaved a light sight of her own, muffled by Tim's first utterances back to the now-distant Jackson. She glanced back up at the back of Tim's head as he whispered for them to pay particular attention to what would follow. He revealed a few fine details about their comrade ... was that what Tim meant? Listen and learn?

A life your mother couldn't afford and one your father wouldn't allow. So he came from the wrong end of town, like she had so long ago. That his father wouldn't allow ... who wouldn't allow their child a normal life ... military perhaps, or a criminal? You will not be tied down by the sins of your father. Criminal it was. Marie's expression grew vacant for long moments, half of her listening, half of her thinking. Was this simply a way to make Jackson admit that he wanted to be here? It was a whisper from Shane that roused her, drawing her apprehensive-looking stare for a few seconds. It was rude to speak out of turn, but then ... Tim and Jackson were having their own conversation at the moment.

"He won't leave," she whispered back, "If that's what you mean."

Of course he wouldn't. He was already here; He had the skills to be a Titan, he had lived a life normal people knew nothing about, and now there was no going back. Now anything less than an extraordinary life would seem ... black and white, muted. What was he going to do, carpentry? Network administration? Marie peered past Tim ... Jackson knew it too. This was all just a ... what did they call it? A pissing contest.

Then Jackson addressed the other two recruits directly, drawing them back into his conflict with Tim. Marie just shook her head disapprovingly as the glare set back into her eyes, the historical context of the query lost on her. What made him so special? Why should life offer him a choice? Marie crossed her arms and cocked her hips, she had no intention of answering the question, prolonging this episode.
 
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Titan Commander​
latest
Tim Drake​




Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags Randomfella Randomfella Retro-Grey Retro-Grey Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
Tim caught what Shane said first. He called the offer 'bait'; an immediate indication that even observers didn't understand the sincerity of the offer. Trust was scarce in the room with two of the three new Titans effectively confirming that there was no faith in the words that Tim offered.

Tim sighed yet again and not long after, listened to the response from Jackson. It was another nail in the coffin. He lifted his fingers and pressed them to the center of his forehead. Sure, perhaps his second offer was somewhat over-the-top, but the complete neglect of a free ride to education... that was some type of ignorance Tim had no way of describing. There was a clear look of defeat on his face. It was a rare sight, but even the best men could be trumped by the ignorance of youth.

Tim cut through his disappointment and allowed his deep blue eyes to become piercing lances when he made eye contact with Jackson. "Kid, you're a dumbass." Tim said. He let his words linger in the air. It was the first time he had said anything like that--to anyone. Any of the Titans. Not that these three would have known, but the situation here was considerably different.

Tim stepped forward and as he did, immediately began to explain himself. "First, you singled yourself out. You three knew nothing about each other when you walked into these Halls, but you decided to let all of them know you were from some 'other walk off life'--without even knowing where they came from. I don't know if I should call that ignorance or stupidity. To be blunt, it sounds like an issue of insecurity more than either. You wanted to just walk off and hide in some corner from the beginning--that is the impression you gave your teammates--and myself," Tim told him. His words tore into him like the maw of a train attack dog into a criminal. There was no escape. Not from the jaws, the teeth or the beast.

"Then you have the audacity to call me out when I took half a moment to consider your situation--a situation neither of them actually know about. I may have given some clues, but you ran your mouth first--you have no one to blame but yourself," Tim explained further, pinning every ounce of conceivable frustration available in the air and letting it bare down on Jackson.

There was no moment to consider things. "Let reiterate my first offer. You are not going to join one of my teams if you're going to run off like some half-beaten puppy, take out your insecurity-driven frustration on your teammates and disrespect me or my staff. If you can't handle acting like an adult in this compound, take my deal and go try to live as a civilian. Maybe you'll marry someone who'll keep your ass in line--or maybe you'll end up in a cell just like your father. Otherwise, grow the fuck up, kid. The world doesn't revolve around you," Tim said, nearly face-to-face with the young man.

Even still, there was something about Tim. Something that shifted from the gentle, old man explaining things to wide-eyed youths to a veteran that had seen things. Eyes that were as intimidating as those of Reece Stone, but for an entirely different reason. Reece was insane. Reece was a criminal that had no problems taking lives for pleasure or for a purpose.

Tim was the man that took people like Reece down, and it showed. In this moment, Tim was showing Jackson precisely what it took to burden the sight of those atrocities after decades of witnessing them.





Alexander and Dante may freely roam the Titans Tower premises. Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost
 
Not longer than an hour after the second group had finished its physical assessment, notifications were sent out to three individuals in specific: Scyleia Lancaster, Rebecca Drake, and Alexander Alfaise. The wristband of each one of them lit up a dull, green hue with lighter green words alerting them to an e-mail being sent out. A simple vibration, weak but noticeable and entirely silent, was the method the device used. Whether it was Q or Johannes, each one them had been informed of how to access their e-mails and where their laptops were.
The next cycle was slowly beginning.




Notifications

[1] new priority e-mail.




Epiphany Epiphany Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire sitanomoto sitanomoto
 
Location: Titan Tower 14th Floor, Kitchen
Tags: ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges The Regal Rper The Regal Rper

Scyleia listened to Alphus' explanation with a look of unmistakable approval. She nodded several times as he spoke. When he finished, she smiled slightly. Though her skin showed a few smile lines, suggesting the expression was frequent for her, there was a stiffness to her jaw that suggested she hadn't been doing much of it recently. Still clad in a swimsuit with a towel draped over her shoulders, the Amazon said "A good reason. I look forward to working with you."

"With all of you," she added as she glanced down at the wristband she wore and the message it displayed. Scyleia promptly speared a chicken breast, slid a plate under it and rose. "It seems I'm summoned. I'm sure I'll see you all soon." And she walked out, taking a bite of chicken and humming contentedly with approval at the flavoring.

A warrior learned to eat when she could.

Returning to her quarters, Scyleia slid into her chair, opened up her laptop and logged in as requested.
 

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower, 4F, Training ---> 13F Male Living Quarters
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul
Alexander was, at the moment, heading towards his room. He wanted to stow away his briefcase as well as get a shower and a change of clothing. While he was riding in the elevator he felt a strange vibration come from his wrist. Looking at it revealed that he had a notification "Priority email?" he said softly before chuckling "That was quick". Unless it was about something else, Alex was pretty sure that the email was about his team, at least according to what Johannes said before.

Fortunately he was already headed towards his room. On the thirteenth floor he headed down the hallway, looking at each of the room doors "Very uniform" he mumbled "Really hope I get those paints" he wouldn't just have to paint his room, he'd have to change the design of the door as well. He hated his things looking like everyone else's. Alex also hoped to be able to get his own stuff for his room.

He suddenly frowned "Do I even have money?" he asked. It had just suddenly occurred to him that all of the money he'd had before, and that belonging to his father, had probably been confiscated after they took his father to prison. He chuckled softly as he stopped in front of his room door "Guess I shouldn't be surprised, most of that money was not very...legal" he opened the door and blinked.

"Well damn" he laughed as he looked at the room. It probably looked the same as any of the rooms on the floor, but it was still impressive. It was at least a little nice knowing that their comfort had been taken into account. He set the briefcase down before spotting a familiar, similar looking briefcase nearby, though it was far less high tech.

He gently touched it and popped the clasps, smiling at the object within. It was his rotary tattoo machine, a rather simple but effective one. It had been a gift from his mother. He liked this particular machine because it was very quiet. He sighed softly and close the case "Hopefully, you'll get some use" he said softly before looking towards another, larger case. Opening that one revealed his clothes.

Alex randomly picked out a shirt and a pair of pants before tossing them onto the bed and beginning to undress "First things first, I need a shower" he said heading into the bathroom. As he strode around in the buff, he wondered if they had set up cameras in the rooms, to monitor the more troublesome ones.

With a grin, he made a stance "If there are people peeping on me, I hope you enjoy the view, though I personally prefer women looking at me, I don't mind if a man is jealous," he laughed as he turned on the shower and got ready to wash "and if there is no one, then there is no one to see me make a fool of myself"

The shower was...relaxing. He was surprised at how much better he felt. He hadn't even realized how tense he'd been "I need to get laid" he mumbled as he dried his hair, heading towards his bed. As he got dressed, he opened the laptop and logged into the email, glancing out of the window at the skyline of San Francisco "Some things can only be seen from higher places" he mumbled to himself before looking back to the laptop "Alright, lets see what we've got"
 
Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Titans Tower, Kitchen➡Bedroom
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul ShadowBroker ShadowBroker Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Epiphany Epiphany BainOfBridges BainOfBridges

"Why are you all here?"

Well. That was the question, wasn't it? Becky thought as she gathered eggs, buttermilk, baking powder, salt, sugar and flour from their various places in the kitchen, as well as a giant bowl and a wooden spoon, then started mixing them together at Alphus's quiet request.

"I'm here because I can't sit around and do nothing while the world falls to shambles around me. I've done too much of sitting on my ass," Becky remarked, mixing the ingredients together. "And besides--"

Her next thought was interrupted by the silent but light Vibrating of her wristwatch. "Hey, uh.... I've gotta jet. Alphus, I've got the basic buttermilk pancake batter here, feel free to add whatever you'd like." Becky said, setting down the spoon. She walked over to the fridge and grabbed her previously opened Dr. Pepper and another unopened one. "Nice to meet you both!" She said over her shoulder at both Steve and Huge.

Her thoughts wandered as she walked back to her room. I wonder what's in store for me now. She opened the door and then closed it behind her. Becky sat down at her computer, opening her soda bottle and taking a quick swig. "Alright, Mr. 'Priority Email,' whatcha got?" Becky muttered to herself as she logged in.
 

Steve Carter - Animus
Location: Titans Tower 14th Floor, Kitchen
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto Epiphany Epiphany The Regal Rper The Regal Rper


"Why are you all here?"

Good question. Very good question. The answer?

Steve pondered on that. For a moment he even forgot to munch on his toast as the others talked. He could think of many different answers, all of which held a grain of truth. Responsibility; to learn how to control this strange power he didn't understand. Duty; to do something good with it since he was in a position to do so. Education; to learn what it was and what it would take to be a hero, be a Titan. He found himself agreeing with them all, yet none were the crux on which he could proudly say why he was here. Steve didn't have the same conviction he heard the others talking of, not to the same degree at least. Alphus seemed to talk of righting wrongs, and Becky fixing the world. Steve was just going where life was taking him.

"Oh- you too." Steve quickly responded as Becky left after Scyleia, leaving him in the company of only Alphus and Huge. His hunger bested his inner silly resilience once the pair departed and he cut away a small piece of the chicken once he'd finished his burnt bread with flavoring. Damn it tasted good. He glanced toward the other two but found himself struggling to find a suitable ice breaker.

"If I were a betting man, I'd say that's them being assigned to their teams. You met any of the others?" He asked the pair. Steve had settled on the fact there'd probably be others he'd yet to meet, maybe even some already deeper in the program.
 
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Titans, you are to assemble in the 5th floor, conference room A at 1600. Bring all essentials. Be prepared to leave post haste.




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Huge
Location: Titans Tower 14th Floor, Kitchen
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul BainOfBridges BainOfBridges @sitanomoto Epiphany Epiphany The Regal Rper The Regal Rper

"Why?" a question that could have driven away to more of a profound thought, but Huge knew very well his own purpose and the goals ahead. The reason for his actions and career had been build through tragedy; but also for lack of guidance. It is correct to agree that he became an echo of the past, a scar not yet healed hence his vision so limited. It is also correct that it enhanced his morality and idealism of justice; probably even notably increased his empathy and social abilities instead of being bound to his sister - his poor sister.

The answer could had been said if enough time given, however both the 'Amazon' and 'Rebecca "Becky" ' jumped off their seats and head for some important objective or that so it seemed, the smaller one even send her regards before moving on obviously he answered in kind - nodding. It was of no matter - Huge focused on his own food, already done and prepare, and now finishing his own plate.

He wanted to keep silence since he was yet taking his time to enjoy the rest of the food though he did not touch what has been cocked by someone else, he was not accustomed to eat what has been serve to others, or eat more than he needed. Regardless, the one called 'Alphus' or 'Steve' or 'Steve Carter. Steve, Carter' - he was not going to try to remember any just yet - spoke back at him with a question that Huge discarded, "No." he responded quite quickly, scratching his beard, "Are you a betting man?" he asked rather confuse, though he did not show it at all - he more likely asked it in complete seriousness and even a judging tone, as if he did dislike gambling in general. It was not - clearly - his intention since he did not show his own facial expression regularly.

He rested both of his elbows forward on the table while his blank expression aimed back at the man, leaning forward, bending his back as if he was going to rest there. His hands would unite tight in order to held his forehead as he continued to stare at 'Steve', keeping eye contact was good for social interaction - or at least that is what Huge understood. The other one little he did spoke, beside the intentions of his goals - ones that seem rightful and good - he couldn't help but to ponder if that was his real motivation.
 
Shane Tift (Shift)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Retro-Grey Retro-Grey Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
Shift turned his head toward the girl, slanting his face, simply giving a slightly mocking expression as if to indicate her innocent opinion on the third recruit. In his mind she was clearly green on the topic, it was definitely likely this boy would run with his tail between his legs unless he was smart enough to believe it a trap. Shane turned back as Jackson began to rant about who knew what, before the boy turned his conversation toward them. Shift could have made fun of the fact that Jackson believed himself to be the singled out minority when Shift himself was literally multicoloured, or on the idea of bleeding, or simply on the garbage he seemed to be spewing abruptly. Tim responded too soon for that however, seeming to relay what Shane would have said in a few words.

A small snort of a chuckle Shane tried to hold back escaped him, even this old titan was thinking it. Tim's reasoning was slightly different however, as Shane would soon find out with the elderly man berating the boy. Tim was relentless, and he was right in Shifts mind. Having someone like that on the team would hold whoever he was with back, and he knew he wouldn't be keen on the idea personally. Tim was harsh, every word seemed intensely aimed toward the boy, even getting personal in his betterment; yet it was necessary, if he wanted to get through to him that was. Regardless, guys like this often wouldn't listen no matter what was said to them, choosing to ignore any advice that came their way through life. Shane still believed the boy would walk, regardless of what Tim said.
 

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower 13F Male Living Quarters ---> 9F Laboratory Levels
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Alex read the brief email and shook his head "Straight forwards" he said checking the time on the laptop "Lets see, sixteen hundred hours is..." he paused as he ran the time in his head "Four PM" he ran hand through his hair "I've got a bit of time before then" he looked around his room before moving towards his clothes "I'll put these up first" he looked towards the briefcase he'd been given.

"I'll go through the pocket handbook, seems like it'd be a good idea to get what I need to know dealt with first" he tidied up and placed his clothes in the closet, storing his tattoo machine along with them. Unless there were other people dying to get tattooed, he felt that he wasn't going to get much use out of it and that saddened him. He resolved to find a use for it. If he had break time, he'd travel into the city and make some spending money.

After he was done, he sat on the bed and thumbed through the handbook. His eye for remembering details helped him in getting through the twelve pages of information rather quickly. It shed a bit of light on a few things, but also raised a few more questions.

A minute of thinking led him to playing with the pendant that hung around his neck "A library huh?" he said remembering what Johannes had said to him before standing up. He had the time and he wanted to use that time to learn more about his abilities. He paused at the laptop and looked at the email again "Rebecca and Scyleia..." he memorized the names before heading out. The names were with his own, so they must have been important.

Heading down the hallway towards the elevator he hummed slightly to himself, putting on an air of relaxation yet he found himself wondering about what he was doing. The world of the streets he'd grown up in was much smaller than the one he was stepping into now. There was so much more and he was only just seeing a very small part of it. There was no point in regretting the choice he made, but he found himself unnerved by the lack of control he possessed. He'd grown used to knowing his place, and how to move that place around with relative ease.

Now...he felt as though he was being held down. The strength of everyone around him was so much more than any common street thug. Not only the people in charge, but the newcomers like himself. Some came with strength, some were legacies to heroes.

What was he? A criminal, born from a criminal.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ninth floor "Guess I'll just try a bit harder then" he grinned as he leaned against the elevator wall. He'd been up against stronger people before, though they hadn't had super powers, but he'd always kept himself out of harm.

This world was definitely bigger than his old one, but that just meant that he had more room to grow and climb higher.

'I've heard that the world is quite beautiful from the top' he thought as his attitude seemed to brighten even more.
 

Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Her Room➡Conference Room A.
Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Epiphany Epiphany

Becky nodded, looking at her watch. 4. That was when she was supposed to meet.

No harm in getting there early.

She opened her briefcase and quickly grabbed the pocket Manual. She remembered to leave the comm band on, grab her badges, and take the pocket handbook. She hesitated, then decided to bring the whole briefcase, with.... "added essentials." Becky finally decided to grab her belt holding her various knives. Just in case.

She was still in her socks, so she slipped on the tennis shoes waiting for her by the bathroom door. Sighing, she looked around. Johannes said that she wouldn't be going on any missions until she passed all of her tests and the prelims to fulfill the requirements needed to graduate to that level, so she probably wouldn't need her suit.

Unfortunately.

Rolling her eyes as several thoughts akin to couldn't I just do it now?? Bounced around her head, she walked to the elevator with a sense of purpose.

Arriving on the proper floor, Becky leaned against the wall outside of Conference Room A casually, and really relaxed in stature.
 
Location: Titan Tower 5th Floor, Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire

Scyleia studied the brief message, noted the time required and glanced at her computer clock. Hours to go yet. "What essentials?" she muttered. Then she turned her attention to the briefcase, to the manuals provided and started thumbing through them. After a quick glance, Scyleia sighed as she realized she had the time now...and might not later.

Hours later, the Amazon finished reading every bit of reading material provided by Agent Johannes. Some of the more technical elements would require reflection and perhaps rereading. But at least she knew how her WTComm functioned. And she'd had a chance to set up her WTBand, including opting in to all of its sensors. A part of her questioned why the Titans needed to know the intimate ins and outs of her body but memory of the superpowered conflicts of decades ago reminded her of all the ways a warrior could be compromised in this modern age. Chemicals could alter brain chemistry, gases could render her unconscious, and having a device that told her allies not only where she was but exactly how she'd been affected could make the difference between life and death.

Scyleia showered off from her earlier swim and dressed in what she felt comfortable in; a v-necked blue shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans with her tan leather jacket thrown over it. She clipped the League Identification Badge to her belt.

Was there an armory here? Should she consider finding arms and armor befitting a warrior? A sword would be welcome at the very least, or perhaps something a bit more discreet for street work. Knives? Perhaps studded gloves or brass knuckles? Without her natural abilities, she'd need to rely more than ever on force multipliers like weapons to overcome enemies who might be much stronger than she.

Assuming they were expecting trouble, of course. The message had too little information to go on. In the end, Scyleia sighed and stood at one of the windows in her room, looking out at the view of the city beyond. Her smartphone rested in her hand, the number of her son Nathanial ready to call. She lingered there, on the edge of calling the one person who least wanted to hear from her, until an alarm she'd programmed reminded her to make her way up to the conference room.

Scyleia made a point of being early, a habit she suspected most of the other new TItans wouldn't have given their relative inexperience. So she was surprised to see Becky leaning against a wall, waiting.

"Becky," she said, by way of acknowledgement, giving the other woman a careful look. Of those she'd seen, this one seemed the most capable. Scyleia expected to learn a great deal about Becky's capabilities in their next assignment.
 
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