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Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower 9F Laboratory Levels ➡ 5F Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Epiphany Epiphany

Alex found himself lost in the knowledge the library contained. When he had first seen the amount of magical knowledge the Tower contained, he had been unsure of what to start with. He spent a majority of his time simply exploring what he could get to, though he quickly found out where the restricted stuff was. He wasn't ashamed to say that he'd spent more time trying to figure out how to get into the area than he had searched.

Eventually though, he just gave up and found out where the books on symbols were. It was actually quite impressive how much of the knowledge was in actual book form "Hmm...wonder if magic is better on paper than digitized?" he wondered as he thumbed through the book he'd found. It was about a magic known as Runic Magic, it was quite similar to his own tattoos, but from what he could figure out, this magic was far more complicated.

"Ley Lines?" he frowned "What the hell are Ley Lines?" he looked through the book but was unable to find what they were before he realize that the information was probably in another book. He sighed "This is going to be a lot more difficult than I imagined"

The book he had described various runes, some that only showed their worth when combined to form a whole. There were runes similar to his own that were inscribed on living people and some that were inscribed on objects, though he was fairly sure he couldn't do that, the last type were runes that could be placed in on a surface.

When he checked the Band on his wrist, he found that it was getting close to the meeting time "Damn...has it really been that long?" he wondered as he stood up and put the book away "My old friends would beat the shit out of me if they saw me now, losing track of time in a book" he grumbled as he headed towards the elevator.

Though he complained, he still found himself thinking about the various runes. If what he had read was right, the runes he was capable of drawing were some of the simplest ones to be found, though that was just a guess. The pictures of the possible runes had looked quite different to his own. He just didn't have enough information to go on and not enough time to find that information.

Stepping out of the elevator on the fifth floor he headed towards conference room A, his index finger moving through the motions of what he remembered of his own runes. Trying to remember them was harder than just drawing them. When he drew them as a tattoo, his hands just...moved on their own. He didn't understand how he did it, just that he could do it when he wanted to do it.

When he opened the door into the conference room he spotted two other people already there 'Rebecca and Scyleia' he thought, remembering the names from the email, though he wasn't sure which name fit which girl.

One of the girls reminded him of the girls back in the gang, tomboyish and not afraid to bash your teeth in. Short, dyed hair, and an attitude to match he guessed. What really made him notice her though was her face. There was some familiarity there but he was confident that they had never met before, and he always remembered a face. She was certainly pretty though, in a rough and tumble kind of way.

The other woman nearly made his jaw drop. He'd seen plenty of girls and been with just about as many, but this woman was up and above anyone he'd ever seen before. She was every artists nightmare, a beauty so great that it would be hard to capture it on paper.

Agent Q had been beautiful, but in a porcelain doll kind of way. This person was like a sculpture.

The girls together however; it was enough to even intimidate him. Just a little. It wouldn't stop him from flirting.

"Ladies" he said smiling as he stepped into the room "For a second I was afraid that I'd died and gone to Heaven, for only a paradise could posses such beautiful women" Alex chuckled "But then I began to think that I am not such a great man that I would be so rewarded"

"Only Hell would be so cruel as to punish me by placing me among women too perfect to ever have" his eyes danced with amusement. Being around these girls was going to be fun.
 
Titan Commander​
latest
Tim Drake​




Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags Randomfella Randomfella Retro-Grey Retro-Grey Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
Jackson made an ass out of himself, but he found a revelation. Or, perhaps it was his teenage petulance. Either way, he took Tim up on his offer. He wasn't entering the Titans. He would get his second chance. He may not be a hero, but he wouldn't live the life his father wanted for him. That was for sure.

It also served another purpose. It showed Shane and Marie that Tim was very much a man of his word. Jackson was not only removed, but promised his chance at an education despite his obnoxious behavior. Now, the man turned to them.

"I would apologize you had to see that, but it is good for you. As I have told the others, I am not training soldiers. I won't lie; the goal is for some of you to go on and become better members of the League. Better than the last generation. But, that fate is not meant for all of you--like Jackson. For those that don't decide to be 'heroes', I am personally making it a point that you are given what you need to become whatever part of society you want--powers or not," Tim told both of them. Some of the serious tone he had with Jackson hadn't worn off, but it was far less daunting.

"He will do a justice to us all simply by not becoming a criminal. It is a victory to break the chain of crime in and of itself. That said, some Titans went on to be Nobel winning scientists, politicians, actors, writers... so there is no one set path for you," Tim told them, his voice softening. His eyes softened, too. They were different from the abyss Jackson had to look into.

"As long as I run the Tower, the goal here is simple: to make you the best versions of yourselves that you can be. Don't forget that,"[color] he told them. He then nodded to Jackson, far out of earshot, and now leaving through one of the entrances to the Hall so far away he and the man in black appeared as little more than colored blots. "The best version of him may not be a hero, but I still want him to achieve it," he added.





Jackson (Retro-Grey) has been removed from the roelplay.
 
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Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
5F hallway, outside Conference room A
Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Epiphany Epiphany Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Becky smiled at Scyleia when she said her name. "Miss Scyleia." There was a hint of respect in her voice, something that new acquaintances of hers rarely ever got. However, her tone was casual, so as not to be overly formal. She ran a hand through her short blue hair and watched as the elevator doors opened, returning her arms to their crossed position on her body.

A new boy stepped off, and she assumed that this must be Alexander. Her right eyebrow shot up immediately. He was handsome enough, to be sure. The Rebel's eyes scanned him, taking in the details. Piercings in his ears, a few tattoos here and there peeking out from the sleeves of his shirt, and a gleeful glint in his eyes. She liked the look of this one.

"Ladies."

Oh boy, here we go. Just from the way he said that one word, she could tell that this one was a flirt from the get-go. She rolled her eyes.

"For a second I was afraid that I'd died and gone to Heaven, for only a paradise could posses such beautiful women.... But then I began to think that I am not such a great man that I would be so rewarded."

Becky smirked at that. She liked flattery. It helped preen the feathers of this cocky young bird and kept her confident in herself. This guy sure has an eloquent way with words. I'm going to need to be careful. She thought to herself.

"Only Hell would be so cruel as to punish me by placing me among women too perfect to ever have."

"Perfect? Well.... almost, but you'll find flaws abundant here, I'm afraid," Becky stated outright, keeping her smirk to match his playful eyes. She nodded at the ink slightly exposed from under his shirt. "Nice art." "Art," she called it. She had always fancied tattoos, and found that they were, when carefully considered, a genius way to express oneself.
 
Location: Titan Tower 5th Floor,
Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire

The Amazon lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at Becky at the woman's response to her acknowledgement. Then she smiled slightly. "We're fellow warriors here. Agent Johannes or Agent Q might stand on ceremony but I don't. Scyleia's fine."

Alexander's arrival resulted in scrutiny. She hadn't met the man, after all, and where Becky's physical abilities were somewhat known to her, this new Titan's capability was unknown. The Amazon gave Alexander a slow nod of recognition, expecting him given there were three names assigned to this briefing.

Then he opened his mouth.

His initial greeting didn't draw a look but the subsequent remarks slowly resulted in a visibly pained expression on that immaculate sculpture's face. Then she breathed a prayer to Hera and met his eyes. "Heaven isn't the only paradise with beautiful women. Themyscira is famed for the loveliness of her women, a fame I can personally attest to having seen Amazonian beauty for myself. We were made by Goddesses to bless humanity, to make you better than you were, than you are now. So, if you don't believe you are a great man to be worthy of a beautiful women, there's an obvious solution."

She paused deliberately and said "Become worthy."

Becky's admission of imperfection brought Scyleia to give the other woman an appreciative tilt of her head, an implicit agreement.
 
Virimater Representative​
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Chordanha​




Location Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
Tags Epiphany Epiphany sitanomoto sitanomoto Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire
"Early. Slightly unsuspected," said a distinctively female and oddly scrutinizing voice from the corner of the room. The familiar wavering of a stealth unit then revealed the tall, pale brunette in a lab coat that was Chordanha. Beautiful, too, but not so much as Scyleia. Perhaps it was her flat affect; whatever it was, it still only held her back a little. Far more plain than Becky. Likely still enough to impress Alex.

Her dark blue, slightly grayish eyes, quickly darted to Alex. There was a noticeable glare in them. The type of glare Alex likely had seen plenty of times in his life. It was one that Scyleia likely recognized immediately. This new woman was a man-hater. "Male. Alexander was your name. Watch your words. Not all those in Virimater will tolerate an outspoken man. I will make this clear, also. You are here due to your abilities and no other reason," she explained. Her voice was sharp. Almost enough to slit a man's throat. And, by her demeanor, she likely would have no qualms doing so.

"I am Chordanha of Virimater," she said, introducing herself and simultaneously turning to the others, Scyleia specifically. She then pressed a few buttons on the panel below her, ultimately resulting in an image of an archipelago bring brought up on the screen. "Virimater is much like Themyscira. An island nation ruled by women. We have a two-Caste system. The Prime that rule. In a sense, you could call me Chordanha Prime, but those of my caste have no surname. Our names will never be given twice, so there is no need. The bulk of our people have surnames that are passed down through matriarchal succession. You won't need to know much about our people because you will not actually be going to Virimater. Your mission will be to a different island north of Virimater formally called De Terra... but most know it as the Badlands or Wilds. These islands do not exist on any globe, much like Themyscira or Atlantis. The secrecy of them is comparable," Chordanha explained to them.

The wording was off. It was as if Chordanha was tip-toeing around certain facts or statements. Perhaps it was the parallels to Themysicra. There was likely a deeper secret somewhere, being hidden by arbitrary facts. If they weren't going to Virimater, why did its culture matter?

"De Terra is comparable to the Wild West. We intentionally withhold certain technologies from Virimater to keep it sustainable, so what little De Terra has is either made on its own, stolen from Virimater or smuggled to it somehow. This leads to your mission. An organized set of thieves murderers have banded together and began taking over parts of De Terra. In recent years, they have laid traps for Virimater Enforcers and stolen their weaponry--forcing us to change our tactics and in turn increasing their supplies. They have grown into raiders additionally; dozens of coastal outposts have been destroyed leaving only our protected cities. One of our facilities which ran on geothermal power from vents beneath Virimater was raided; a specific and precise strike. Someone not only leaked information, but we had an object of great importance stolen. One we alone cannot retrieve," Chordanha continued on. Each time she brought up a subject, she showed a slide. The dirty towns of dry wood for De Terra, the vintage appearance of Virimater, the sheer contrast of the highly advanced laboratories in the coastal cities--and of course the destroyed outposts.

"Virimater requested the League intervene, but the United Nations rejected the request. Your political atmosphere is very hostile. Nonetheless, this arrangement was made. The Titans are not bound by the same limitations and your leader offered a small team to at least scout out what is going on in the Badlands," Chordana told them all. The Titans were how the League worked around the United Nations. Go figure.



 

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower 5F Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Epiphany Epiphany Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Alex's smile widened as the two women spoke back to him. It was clear that neither of them were easily swayed by his words and that was a little comforting. It was the difference between an ally and a pawn. He cocked his head towards the blue haired girl "The imperfections of life are what make it interesting" he chuckled. When she mentioned his tattoos he nodded "You have a pretty attractive canvas yourself, I'd love to give my tattoo machine some use"

The other woman, Scyleia apparently (making the other girl Rebecca), as beautiful as she was, seemed to posses a very stoic attitude towards him. Very professional. However, an Amazonian was certainly an interesting thing. An island of women was something talked about a lot on the streets, though he hadn't imagined that he'd be meeting one any time soon "Made by Goddesses to bless humanity..." he said raising an eyebrow "To make us better than we are now?" he chuckled as he shrugged "In my experience, people choose to be who they are, good or bad. To guide them towards what you believe to be better is... an odd desire"

"Not that it isn't a noble goal, peace and prosperity is all good...but for those who don't want to change, for those who don't become better..what happens to them? Death? Imprisonment? Abandonment?" he suddenly realized that he was getting a bit too serious. He'd seen people die and before the Titans, imprisonment was his only option. He wasn't particularly happy with the way things had gone, that was why he'd decided to join the Titans instead of joining his father. Which, in the gang, was a betrayal. Not everyone would do what he had, some were happy to stay the way they are. Strangely enough, he was oddly honest about his questions. He was curious as to what the Amazonians would do to those they couldn't make better.

If he had to be honest, he did not notice the fourth person in the room until she'd spoken, though it was a pleasant distraction. He wasn't really expecting her to be cloaked, that was a surprise and he really wanted that ability. Her next words towards him were biting, and clearly showed a distaste in his gender. Ironically, her appearance showed a little of what he'd been saying to Scyleia. He wasn't sure if having a dislike of men was considered a bad quality in Amazonian society though.

A response was dancing on his tongue, ready to push back at her attitude. Yet he held back those words, more because she began to go on about her homeland than anything else.

The information about the badlands was interesting and he quickly began to wonder 'Information was leaked? From a country that oppresses men? A wild land...most likely a little less stuck up than her own land' he grinned. Betrayal, gangs, smuggling, thieves? He was definitely going to the right place.

'Damn...no one to bet with either. Totally going to guess that the item of great importance is something incriminating' in his experience, no one wanted something back so badly that they asked for help unless it was something really useful or really incriminating. Alex couldn't decide which was better.

'I'm going to be pissed if it is something stupid' he thought. It'd be the worst let down.
 
Angel Marie Jansen (Warcry)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Randomfella Randomfella

Marie's eyes widened as her head straightened up. She hadn't expected the outburst from their Mentor. Her arms dropped back to her sides, though she still favoured the hip she'd been leaning on. She heard a chuckle from Shane, to whom she cast another unpleasant glance. This was no time for laughter ... was it? For a moment she couldn't understand how Tim, their caretaker, would be so short-tempered and combative. Surely a man of his background had nerves of steel. No, this was something different, something she hadn't considered until now. When she'd first been freed from ACS, she didn't understand why Tim and the others insisted she go through a year of normal high school before making her decision about the Titans. At the time, and even during that year, she'd held a kind of quiet resentment toward them. Perhaps for believing they were underestimating her, thinking her too young or inexperienced, perhaps for thinking that she would turn out to be a liability, or worse, a shrinking violet.

Now she understood. They had insisted she attend school because it would be her last chance to enjoy childhood, to enjoy the simple worries of class-time, lunch, curfew ... Now that she was a Titan, now that THEY were Titans, there was no room for childhood. They would be responsible for their own lives, and the lives of their team-mates, and that wasn't something you could lay on a child ... that was the kind of thing you needed an adult for. That's how Tim was speaking to Jackson ... not as a petulant child, but as an equal, as an adult, with all the freedoms and responsibilities that came with it. In this case, a disrespectful adult throwing a tantrum. There would be no kid gloves here.

Marie swallowed hard. Tim had finished speaking. Agents walked Jackson out. Marie watched him most of the way, her brow furrowed with heavy thoughts, her eyes filled with a kind of concerned distance. Tim's next words resounded deeply with her. To use a heavy-handed cliche, he was showing them the door to their futures. She glanced over at Shane again for a moment. He'd understood right away ... perhaps a chuckle wasn't so inappropriate after all. If it had taken her until now to understand this ... was she even ready to be here? She could feel the sweat forming on her palms as they sat clenched at her sides. No, this was what she wanted. To turn what was done to her into something empowering she could use to help others, and no matter how hard the road ahead, she was going to become a Titan. She was going to become the best version of herself: A Hero.

... Which she supposed started with being respectful enough to introduce herself to her remaining team-mate ... not that the looming silence following Tim's last proclamation was the appropriate time to do so.
 
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Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Titans Tower, 5F, Conference Room A
Epiphany Epiphany Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire

Becky smiled at Scyleia's response to her formality, nodding in acknowledgement. Then came the Amazon's reply to Alexander.
"Become worthy."

The Drake girl bit back a laugh at the no-nonsense answer. She was slowly growing to like Scyleia more and more, but Alex's questions made her smile drop.
"In my experience, people choose to be who they are, good or bad. To guide them towards what you believe to be better is... an odd desire."

A pause. As if he was thinking.
What was odd about it?

"Not that it isn't a noble goal, peace and prosperity is all good...but for those who don't want to change, for those who don't become better..what happens to them? Death? Imprisonment? Abandonment?"

"No." Becky said, staring Alex dead in the eyes with an iron gaze. "You work to soften them. You don't leave them behind. You build their trust and work to change them from the inside out. You work, even if it kills you, to make someone else better. If you care, You fight for them." She spoke from her heart, and from her severe tone, the subject was personal. It showed Becky's biggest strength, as well as her fatal flaw: her loyalty. Just from this, it would he clear that this girl would stop at nothing to keep those she bonded with alive.

You don't leave them behind. Becky's own words echoed in her head.

A voice behind her made her whirl around, ready for combat on instinct, but she relaxed when she realized that there was no threat. The woman was bitingly bitter towards Alexander, putting Becky back on edge. Hostility towards teammates, even new ones, was not something she took lightly.

Something about the situation wasn't sitting right, she deduced, as Chordhana continued to talk. If we're not actually going, then why do we need to know so much?

"So what exactly are we looking for?" She asked the representative when she had finished. "What did they steal? If we're doing some scouting, we might as well know what was stolen."

Stealth mission. Oh yes. This was something she would probably enjoy.
 
Location: Titan Tower 5th Floor,
Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Scyleia was somewhat surprised when the young man rose to her challenge, not with bravado but with a challenge. The Amazon shifted her posture, directly facing Alexander as she listened. When she opened her mouth to reply, though, Becky beat her to the punch. A real smile lit her lips as Becky's statements of faith filled the room with the power of passion. A believer, and one who believed in good things, worthy things. A good ally to have.

"People do have a choice," she acknowledged. "But not all choices are equally easy to make, or equally presented, or even seen at all. Your world is a hard one, Alexander. When someone tells you of the merits of virtue, love and equality...most of the time your people assuming they're being sold on something. Even that the bringer of such a message has their own agenda, who will seek their personal gain at the cost of those who listen."

"I'd like to talk to you more about this after our briefing but for now I'll say this. The history of the Amazons is not marked by the choices we took from others but by the choices they took from us. And yet we abandoned our vengeance because we still have hope for humanity. You may make mistakes, you may fail, you might even harm yourself or others when you do. But you're worth trying to help again." The Amazon sighed, filled with memories of her own mistakes, of the wife she'd left here to die alone and of the family she'd abandoned who'd never forgiven her. "Your people are worth fighting for," she said at last, echoing Becky's last remark.

The arrival of the Virimater representative caught the Amazon unaware and she peered at the other woman, cautious and appraising. She then joined the rest of her team in the Conference room and listened to the mission briefing with rapt attention. Half way in, she set up her laptop and made several notes.

By the end of it, Scyleia had more than a few questions.

"It would help us to better understand the mission if we understand De Terra's relationship with Virimater. Is it a colony? One peopled originally by settlers from Virimater but now it's...independent? How is it managed? And why was it settled in the first place? Available resources or overpopulation?"

"I'd also like to clarify what you expect the Titans to do. You would like us to provide information on these aggressors, find where they lair, find out where this object of great importance is and find out who is supplying them information. Is that accurate? If we have an opportunity to strike a blow against them, would you like us to do so?"

And all the while, her fingers tapped keys on the lap top, ostensibly to take notes. But actually...

Send New Email
New Email Received
Titan Command, cc Agent Johannes
RE: Mission Briefing
Titan Command,

Three of us are here in Conference Room A, 5th floor, being briefed by an unknown foreign national for a mission that, by her own admission, the United Nations and the League wouldn't sign off on. Please confirm our orders are to assist Chordanha Prime in scouting the island of De Terra and retrieving an as-yet-unidentified object of great importance, with the potential for skirmishing with native raiders. I'm new to this team and its responsibilities. Just want to make sure everything's approved and that this isn't a case of an infiltrator taking advantage of gullible new agents.

Scyleia Lancaster
 
Virimater Representative​
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Chordanha​




Location Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
Tags Epiphany Epiphany sitanomoto sitanomoto Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire
A few moments after Scyleia sent her message, Chordanha halted her speech to check a familiar arm band for a message. She grinned. Her entire demeanor change, as a matter of fact.

Then, the group saw it. Her body quickly morphed, taking a new form down to her very clothing. She shrank a solid three inches in comparison to her last form, which stood nearly as tall as Scyleia. What was revealed was a small girl whose facial features were ambiguous to age wearing a black, fitted suit.

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Agent Tresa








"Good call, Agent Lancaster. Not that you won't be receiving your briefing from Chordanha, but that thought to confirm whom you were speaking to--within the Tower of all places," Tresa said, although she did not introduce herself. Instead, she walked over to the table and slid a jean jacket off one of the chairs. Within one of its petite pockets, she pulled out the all-to-familiar black backing of their badge, then flipped it over presenting it. Of course, this proved nothing.

"Hover the badge over your armband and it will bring up my profile. You can do this for any member of the League or Titans with a badge and get what you have clearance to. It is confirmed with my DNA. I'm sure you've found the thumbprint scanner on the back of the fold. Waller is pretty paranoid with security, but it means you noobies have less to worry about--if you follow protocol," Agent Tresa explained to them, giving them a little more detail about how it worked. Now that it was seen in the field, all the steps that went into the process came together in quite the succinct flow that made a fair amount of sense. Information was transmitted safely in each step, and each one required a form of biological confirmation.

Agent Tresa held her badge out far enough for Scyleia to easily stretch out her hand to scan it. Apparently, there were no buttons needed for this. Perhaps an automatic pairing?

"As you're about to find out, I'm Agent Tresa or Agente Tres - C, but Tresa is what I've stuck with. Shapeshifting is my game. I'm the security coordinator here. A piece of advice, Scyleia. Your message was quite long. Keep it short and sweet. In a real situation like this, you don't it noticed that you're typing and you want the quickest response possible. Still, not bad for a noobie," Tresa told them, at that point explaining her own role in the Titans.

Note: Tresa is pronounced Trace-a; tres as in the Spanish word for three with an added "a" at the end.

Yet again, Chordanha made her presence known by deactivating whatever cloaking device she had active. Tresa paid good homage to the source material. "This is Chordanha of Virimater, Secretary to the Chancellor of Virimater. Virimater is part of an archipelago containing six islands created over the last hundred years--with some intervention from man, of course. She is our guest and the individual offering you a mission," Tresa told them.

Chordanha then picked up. "Thank you, Agent Tresa. In essence, all of what Tresa explained was true. Virimater is not the only island with a functioning government in Virimater, but a note before I go on."

Her eyes squinted, becoming considerably sharper. Like the piercing gaze of a pissed off teacher. "It is exceptionally rude to maintain a conversation you have while in a professional setting. I understand you are new to your roles, so I won't take offense. However, I expect you to remain on-topic while we discuss the prospective mission," she told them, completely cutting into the fact they were maintaining the conversation they had started before Tresa introduced herself as Chordanha. Her eyes then peered over to Alex before she added, "It is even more rude to describe someone as a 'canvas' when they are requesting your help. Consider your words before you speak them. I allowed you on this mission by request of your Commander himself and because of the utility of your abilities, but I could just as quickly send you back. You and your actions reflect the organization you are part of, so act with dignity and respect," she told him specifically. It seemed she did not at all take kindly to his attempt at flirtation and her tone was far more sawtooth with him.

"If I may interject," Tresa said, then paused, waiting for Chordana. The foreigner nodded. "She serves you all a good point. Even when talking to me, you all--including you, Scyleia--behaved as if this were some juvenile high school and discussed some arbitrary philosophical point instead of focusing on the proper task at hand. I will be including that in my note to Tim, but you need to understand there is a time and place for everything. All of you. You're not on your streets or hometowns anymore--the bigger world is far less forgiving," Tresa explained to them, giving immediate credence to the criticism that Chordanha provided.

"Again, thank you, Agent Tresa. Back to the briefing. I want to explain why such detail went into De Terra. Virimater and the other two governments tend to be adds. The largest body and island is--by their own audacity--called Paradise. The other is Aterterra, still larger than Virimater. I could go into politics, but what you need to know is that some people wish to flee all of these places--and when they do, they go to De Terra. There is a delicate balance of hostility and limited trade between the island nations. De Terra is incredibly dangerous and hardly supports life. While the other islands are mostly terra-formed for us, De Terra is full of waste that grew into a large, dangerous jungle called the Wilds. The remainder of it is a relative wasteland with little room to farm or thrive. So, as you can guess, they survive by raiding and piracy. And, at times, Virimater and Aterterra are guilty of letting known pirates pass through our waters to reach Paradise in return for our own safety," Chordanha explained to them, giving them the full run-down of the exact nature of De Terra and filling in plenty of gaps that Tresa left.



 

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower 5F Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Epiphany Epiphany Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Alex chuckled at the responses the two girls gave. It was expected to some degree, but it still sat well with him. They both gave responses similar to people who'd already dealt with the situation. It was nice to spout words without meaning, but these two had weight behind them.

Then their host changed into another person and that really through Alex for a loop. He hadn't really expected that either, though he was beginning to suspect that the people of this place liked screwing with them. Casting a quick look at Scyleia, impressed that she'd picked up on the strangeness of the situation. It seemed he needed to pick up his game. It occurred to him that he was being lax simply because this was an organization that was supposed to be the good guys.

The real Chordanha appeared as well, apparently actually hiding among the room. He frowned slightly as both women began to lecture him on being respectful. He found it quite amusing that they were giving him that speech, considering they'd played this little game with them to begin with.

Respect was a two way street, even a common thug knew that. The first thing that had been said to him, whether it had been the real Chordanha or not, had been something insulting.

But he kept his mouth shut, biting his tongue as he listened to the information that was provided. There was mention of Pirates, which he found annoying, but oddly satisfying. These people were hardly different than any other nation. They enjoyed their luxury instead of using it to benefit the less privileged. The reason they had so much trouble was simply their own problems, and now it had grown so much that they needed to ask for help.

Survival. People would do terrible things for it. If they wanted the piracy, thievery, even murder to stop, all they had to do was improve the quality of life.

Well, that was for later thought.

"Let me begin by apologizing for the actions of our group" he said calmly, a thin edge to his voice "as well as my own rudeness, my living conditions prior to this has made me respond negatively to hostility"

"For our casual nature, we were recently introduced to the Titans and we weren't expecting to be sent on a mission so soon. Given the casual nature of previous situations, as well as the lack of information regarding our purpose here, it is only right to assume there would be no change" in the end, Alex didn't care what they thought of him, but he knew when to step back and concede. Right now, he had more to worry about. They picked him for a mission, he had to at least show he was useful. There was no guarantee they wouldn't just throw him in prison if they deemed he wasn't.

"Moving on" he sighed softly "I would like to know about the structure of power within De Terra, to the best of your knowledge. How many groups are there? What groups have the most power? Leaders of these groups, or assumed leaders?" in his experience, lawlessness was more an act that anything. People liked being ordered for the most part. His father often had members of the gang cause trouble simply to draw attention away from other operations. If the police thought that they were stopping someone, they stopped looking for more trouble.

De Terra obviously held a power structure, the ability to steal what was considered precious by another nation was enough evidence to that. What he was curious about was the number of groups. Was one group in charge or was De Terra split up among various smaller groups? The strength of the group determined what he could do. Smaller groups had more paranoid leaders, bigger groups had powerful leaders.

From what Chordanha, or Agent Tres, said before, a band of thieves and murderers had begun to take over De Terra. That didn't make much sense to Alex. A new group didn't just take over a place, not without significant backing, especially if there were already existing groups.

"I would prefer more information on the group that stole from you" he said thoughtfully "Leaked information and traps laid for your enforcers, actively challenging a more powerful faction is not simply done out of whim, it is done when your backing is equal or greater to who you are challenging"

He looked at Chordanha "Have there been any recent major conflicts between the other island nations?" his mind was running a mile a minute as he ran through possibilities. Paradise was a logical backer as the other nations allowed pirates to reach them, but he couldn't just skip the other nations from starting conflict either. Everybody wanted something, and the hostility between them wouldn't take much to form into full blown conflict.

Of course, an outside source was also possible. Hell, he couldn't even completely push away the thought that this was all something the League set up to increase dependence.

Once again, he silently cursed his lack of information. It was so much easier understanding the ins and outs of gang life.
 
Shane Tift (Shift)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
Shift watched on as Jackson left, looking toward Tim as he continued to talk with them. He was surprised, to be honest, that Tim was not simply baiting the boy. It was somewhat concerning, a possibly powerful renegade like that running off free, though in the back of his mind Shane reminded himself who Tim was, surely he was aware of the risks. Tim's stern words resonated in the young man's mind, not about Jackson, but about the paths they could take. All his life Shane's mother had told him something similar, he could be a doctor, a lawyer, whatever he wanted... So long as it didn't involve putting himself in harms way... For the longest time he agreed, what he was did not define him, his uncontrolled powers seemed to bring nothing but misfortune in the past. However, when he watched the aftermath of Alcatraz, Shane knew he couldn't simply wallow around as others gave their lives to keep him, and his family, safe, and no matter how he felt about his affliction, with time he knew he could help, as did his grandfather before him. He didn't know if it was the best version of himself, and he didn't know if he wanted to be a 'hero', but he couldn't just do nothing, not anymore.

Regardless, he wasn't about to make his own fears known, soon snapping back into reality, folding his arms over his chest. For a moment Shane glanced toward the girl beside him, wondering how she would react to the conclusion of their discussion, noticing her already glancing in his direction as he did so. Moving his eyes away, the young man simply gave a shrug of the shoulders. From the looks of her, she had a lot on her mind, hell, she looked young enough to still be in high-school, Shane didn't doubt she hadn't met people like Jackson before. For a moment he considered saying something, people like that just existed, there was nothing that could be done to convince them to change, but instead the young man remained silent, allowing his deadpan expression to talk for him.

Turning back toward Tim, Shift uncrossed his arms, ready to continue with the 'introduction'. "Well, at least you won't be interrupted anymore." He spoke up, attempting to ease the tension while giving off a fabricated vibe of chilled out nature. Shift placed his arms by his sides, looking around the room in order to avoid the older man's direct gaze, though he couldn't really tell with how little the lids of Tim's eyes opened.
 
Titan Commander​
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Tim Drake​




Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags Randomfella Randomfella Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
Tim saw the brief flicker of uncertainty in both of them. Perhaps they needed to reaffirm themselves. Perhaps the reality of their transition from teenagers into young adults and heroes was a bit of weight. Maybe they made their resolve already, maybe not. Either way, Tim knew the burden. Each member of the Bat Family knew the burden. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim... even Damian. Most recently, Terry, Jr. It was something he could sympathize with.

So he turned to them. "Listen. The average person changes their careers 3-5 times in their lives. When I was your age, they said it was even more: 5-7. That may not mean a lot, but if you think about it right now, it does. Everyone tries something and realizes that it may not be for them or that it may not be for them forever. Once you become a hero, it's true... it's hard to go back. A lot of people say you will always have that part of you. And, that may be true. But, consider this. If you worked as a cook in some fast food restaurant all through high school and college before you got your first job, are you ever really going to forget it? These are roles for you--important roles--but I assure you that you will have plenty," Tim explained to them, shifting entirely from the tone he just had.

Johannes was already down waiting with two other men in black outfits. It seemed with the outburst from Jackson, he was running just a little bit late. But, eh, he was the Commander. What was his Lieutenant going to do? The two men in black handed off the matte, metallic cases to Shift and Marie, then picked up their regular suitcases and walked off. Tim sighed lightly, but nodded and went on.

"Your most important equipment is inside those suitcases. They use palm vein scanners to open, so when you get to your room with Agent Johannes, you'll have to place your left hand, wait for the light, then your right hand to open them. He'll explain the full depth of your equipment there," Tim told them before stepping back, near his original position.

Agent Johannes stepped forward and made eye contact with Shift, then Marie. "I am Agent Johannes. We'll be heading to the fifth floor, Conference Room B. I doubt we'll lose anyone else--unless the PDD's are an absolute deal breaker," Johannes said before turning around. Tim stared at him slightly. It seemed Johannes was getting just as tired from these encounters as he was--normally he was as dry as the Sahara. "Follow me," he said, walking over to the elevator.



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Location: Titan Tower 5th Floor,
Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

The Amazon received Tresa's instruction on the proper usage of the armbands with full attention, then promptly scanned Agent Tresa's badge with it, confirming the results. It occurred to her that getting information on using Titan technology from a suspect was...well, suspect. But short of personally hunting down the commander or Agent Lancaster to confirm, trusting the technology was the sensible thing to do. And it was her armband that'd provided confirmation after all.

"Thank you for the advice," she added when Tresa made a comment about message length. "I'll remember it next time."

The formal introduction of Virimater's Secretary merited another nod of acknowledgement and Scyleia even stood briefly to deliver it before returning to her seat. The stinging rebuke merited little more than a narrowing of her eyes. On the other hand, hearing more about Virimater was valuable and the Amazon listened intently. The Secretary's confession about her nation's complicity with pirates was the most surprising revelation yet and Scyleia gave the other woman a tight smile of appreciation. Difficult truths were difficult to admit to. Chordanha's admission provided helpful context for this team, even at the expense of her own reputation. Such virtue was to be admired.

"Thank you for the detail," she said, after Alexander had spoken his peace. The male could be diplomatic when he tried. That would be useful on this mission, and a sign that he was more than he'd seemed at first. "My colleague's questions are fine ones I would know the answers to as well. If you've written reports of what your island knows of these pirates, there's no need to take your time repeating what's in print. What I would like further clarity on is the parameters of this mission. What are your expectations here, Secretary? Your object retrieved? The leak of its information found? The raiders dealt with? These are related but separate objectives and each requires planning for if we're to be successful."
 

Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Titans Tower, 5f, Conference room A
Epiphany Epiphany Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Becky glared at the two new women in the room, about to object to both Chordhana and Tresa, but wisely kept her mouth shut and took the criticism. In their defense, they hasn't known the woman was in the room at the time that they were finishing their conversation. The Drake girl didn't voice her opinion however, and simply took it in stride. Another scathing comment towards Alexander made Becky tense again. Why were these women so against the boy?

Newbies.

She hated the term that Tresa used. Sure, they weren't seasoned veterans, but they--at least Becky-- weren't fresh out of the oven. She knew what she was doing, she had thought. Apparently she was wrong.

The news about Verimater and then hearing both Alexander and Scyleia's questions prompted Becky's eyebrows to move up higher. "Scyleia's right. What do you want from us? Retrieval of the... thing that you lost? Or did you just want to send us there to investigate? They're both very different expectations." She spoke with the air of one demanding to know, an almost untraceable bit of arrogance lacing her words. After all, she wanted to hear what she was getting herself into.
 
Angel Marie Jansen (Warcry)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Randomfella Randomfella

Catching some movement from the corner of her eye, Marie glanced to Shane again, who looked on like he might add something ... perhaps intending to address her sour expression. In stead her fellow recruit turned his attention back to Tim, offering a positive in the dense silence. The young blonde turned back to Tim in turn as he spoke again. Another pang of anxiety, of fear ... was that true? Did people waffle that much on their life's purpose? Marie swallowed hard. She'd experienced that sensation; The inability to cope with normality when you've seen what the world is capable of. Tim's attention was unnerving. There was a palpable sensation that he could see right through them, his expression already settled back into a kindly one, but his stare still retained that unfathomable keenness. She shrank visibly ... could he see her doubt, could he see now whether she would make it, whether she had what it took to become a ... well, a Titan at least.

They soon came upon the elevator, three agents waiting at the cusp of their journey. While the first steps in this hall of giants had felt little more than surreal, here at the end of their relatively short walk, she could feel the gravity imbuing each chiselled and cast detail. She barely noticed when the two flanking agents stepped forward, one holding out a metallic case to her, another to Shift. She couldn't help but stare at the brushed, dull reflection of light shimmering off the case, the act of taking it not even occurring to her ... like it was something sacred, like she was being handed the arc of the covenant. It was long moments before the agent, with outstretched arm, cleared his throat. Marie was almost startled as she reached out suddenly to relieve the man of his burden. It was heavy, but she lowered it slowly to her side. Perhaps it just felt heavier because of the weight it carried.

What lay within? Tim said it was their most important equipment. Marie made a mental note ... whatever it was, it could potentially reveal whatever Tim considered most important in their training, but what could it be. She could feel the slick of sweat forming on her palm as agent Johannes stepped forward. Marie's gaze flicked to the tall man, and she offered an instinctive nod in response. she rubbed self-consciously at the disk on her neck ... she wasn't much without her powers, but she wasn't backing out now, wasn't giving into those little voices that bit at her confidence. Johannes began moving, and Marie fell into step behind Shift as they headed to the elevator.
 
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Virimater Representative​
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Chordanha​




Location Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
Tags Epiphany Epiphany sitanomoto sitanomoto Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire
Chordanha was not pleased by Alex speaking for the group. Nor that they all followed his word. There were several reasons why. It felt like excuses, for one. More so, it was the idea of the male 'speaking for everyone'--something that never happened in Virimater. There existed an obvious look of distaste on her face. However, she had no formal or tactful way to piece together her personal disfavor of his approach. Not to mention, Scyleia and Becky effectively asked the same question. Instead, she moved on. She answered.

"It was believed De Terra was an unsustainable region of different criminal organizations. Established outposts for traders and rebels have been spotted, but again, the island is relatively desolate. Aside from the Wilds, we believed vegetation was even rare. To be clear, water to our knowledge must be purified from the sea or found through some other source, which are far and few between. To give you a historical viewpoint, it is likely that Virimater and Paradise could have prevented De Terra from becoming the Badlands had we intervened earlier, but we failed to prognosticate that it would be survivable on this scale if at all," she explained. Although, it only answered one question and indirectly at that.

"What we know is that one body of people--a gang, if you would--has rose to power. In their power, they are proving to be a far greater threat than we ever considered. So much so that Virimater, Paradise and Aterterra have all called a ceasefire whereas there do sometimes exist hostilities, specifically towards Paradise. While rare, violence outbreaks or skirmishes have occurred--which is why established trade was an important accomplishment by our current leader. Nevertheless, there is little more I can tell you about what the Badlands is actually like. We have a scouting regime, but they must maintain their identities in De Terra, so reports are rare--normally only coming in to warn of us raids. We were warned of the last one, but the numeral advantage and armament of the raiders was something we never expected," Chordanha explained. And, as she did, it all came together.

Really, it could be summed up in the thought that all of the islands underestimated the ecosystem of De Terra. Life finds a way, as the saying goes. More so, the fact that she could not provide more specific information was now explained. She had no real way to attain it. Which also made sense, the only way to understand De Terra would be to go there--which few did.

"It is not just one item they stole. There are three we consider dangerous. Technology far above what we normally allot outside of the Capitol. The first two exist in the form of information: schematics for our advanced water purification systems and sea-based hydroponic agriculture. It would take a specialist to decipher them and years to implement them, but considering the leaps and bounds made by De Terra in such a short time, providing them more water and crops would also provide them more power. More importantly, they stole one of our aqua turbines. It worked by harnessing geothermal power to create a current which then powered a turbine. There was considerable more to it as it fed the purification system and hydroponic gardens, but alone, the turbine can generate enough power to service half a city. We only need four to power all of Virimater. If that type of power generation fell into the hands of whomever is running De Terra... it could spark a dangerous level of industrialization," Chordana told them before letting out an exhale. Honestly, she spoke a lot, but it was all quite important. While it may have felt like she was droning on, not a word she said was pointless.

It all started coming together. Just what happened. What was stolen and its value. How De Terra surged into a legitimate threat and why Virimater needed help. An island nation of its own founded on violence and crime... it was a real problem.



 

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower 5F Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Epiphany Epiphany Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Alex listened to Chordanha, his mouth set in a slight frown. He felt that it was a foolish thought to assume that a place was inhabitable. Life existed in even the harshest deserts of Earth. From what he'd experienced, this planet and it's inhabitants were exceptionally difficult to get rid of, he had a few scars to prove it.

What annoyed him even more was that they had no decent information about De Terra. It seemed that their insistence in low technology bit them on their asses. He was sure that the Titans had several small, easily hidden devices that could be used to send information. Drop off points could have been used as well. Anyone aboard the ships could easily drop a package of information into the water that Virimater could have picked up.

Of course, there was also the fact that they could have improved the Badlands was frustrating. Probably still could if they'd stop being stubborn. It was all about people wanting to survive, versus people who didn't want them to survive.

Alex was a bit biased though. Chordanha was kind of a...well it wouldn't do well to say what he thought of her, especially after he heard what she said about what was stolen. Technology that could be used to benefit people and they wanted it back, not because it could be used to make weapons, but because it would advance De Terra's society further. He could guess why the United Nations had refused to help. This was a politicians nightmare. The leader of De Terra could be using the technology to benefit their people, or they could be developing weapons to attack the other nations, as stupid as that would be, it was hard to tell without going there. Who would be stupid to do so?

Alex was; he was stupid enough to do so. This was why he'd joined the Titans, to help people. Whether it was De Terra or Virimater, he wasn't quite sure, but he wouldn't figure it out here.

"We go to De Terra and scout. If possible, we can infiltrate the gang and either retrieve or destroy what was stolen" he looked at Scyleia and Rebecca as he summarized. He ran a few ideas through his head. Depending on how they handled it, it would be rather easy to infiltrate the gang. He could claim to be a man from Virimater, running from the oppression towards his gender. If possible, he could even get a non crucial piece of technology to introduce to De Terra as a sign of good faith.

"If your own scouts have problems getting information to you, how will it be different for us?" he suddenly asked "If professional scouts can't do it, what are the chances that us newbies would do any better?" from everything that was said, it was almost like these people wanted to borrow the resources of another country to handle their problem. How progressive.
 
Shane Tift (Shift)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
Shift had been caught in thought of Tim's words, he almost didn't notice the suited men approaching with suitcases. The sudden movement before him caused Shane to recoil back slightly, in slight shock, before handing his luggage to the man, who gave a matte case in response before leaving. Shane stared at the suitcase as Tim explained its purpose, sticking his hand over it slightly in order to get an understanding, which resulted in some noticeable mechanism movement within the case, causing the young man to quickly pull away as to not embarrass himself. Placing it by his side, Shift acknowledged Johannes, simply standing up straight once more to address him, with a nod of the head at the request to follow him.

As he began to walk toward the elevator, Shane could notice the young woman beside him rubbing at the device now planted on her neck. Walking ahead, he spoke up without turning toward her. "You'll get used to it." He stated in a deep, soft, carefree tone, as if his own no longer bothered him. In reality he certainly did not, yet the advantage of having it meant he wouldn't be melting a hole in the floors. Still, it made him wonder exactly when they would be working on their powers, surely the only reason most of them were here, Agent Love made her point clear, yet... Turning his head to the side, Shane faced the girl with half of his face showing a wide smile, hands placing themselves within his pockets.

"So, what brought you here?" He asked, still attempting to seem carefree, yet there was a clearly curious tone to his words. For a moment his left eye looked down and up over her, in an attempt to size the girl up, internally only hoping she would not take it the wrong way. "Wait, let me guess... Amazon! Fresh from the island and ready to take down some bad guys, emphasis on the 'guys' part." His half face expression gave away a small chuckle at his own quip, still, he wondered what powers that disc were holding back.
 
Titan Lieutenant​
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Agent Johannes​





Location Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
Tags Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie Randomfella Randomfella
Johannes lead them to the elevator and didn't interrupt as Shane attempted to calm Marie. She had doubts running through her mind. And, while Shane hardly seemed the most adept at it, perhaps it was more beneficial to allow him to at least try to have a positive impact.

Well, that, and Johannes didn't want to put forth the effort.

The elevator dinged and Johannes walked through the opening doors briskly. The Titans Tower lacked no detail. Even the halls of these floors seemed built to last, sturdier than the steel frames used in the industrial era. As he did with the others, he guided them to one of the large, modern conference rooms and made his way to the edge of the room. "Be seated," he told both of them as they entered, following him.

He looked to both of them and sighed. "Alright, I won't lie to you kids. I'm getting real tired of giving this speech, so the last time I gave it, I just recorded it. Johannes ran his fingertips along a few buttons while adding, "Agent Shift, I understand you are familiar with much of this. You'll be listening to it again. You are, however, exempt from the physical exam that is to come as you have already done it." After his brief addition, the holo-screen in the center of the table lit up with a boot screen. While civilian technology existed in all forms of projectors and glass panels that created 3D images, interactive and detailed videos like what were popping up was... unheard of. This likely only had any real impact on Marie, as Shane had seen it before, but regardless, it was still new.

"Inside your briefcases are a few items you will need. These briefcases can only be opened by placing the right front of your palm over the three indents for a palm vein verification, then your left sequentially. You will see an orange light followed by a green before a brief click. The briefcases are durable, but not indestructible. They will be considered part of your tools. The first item inside is a communications device. A manual exists for it inside as well and must not leave the briefcase; you will find it labeled WTComms. Two buttons and a dial. The dial allows access to six different encrypted channels. The Titans Tower open comms is currently Channel 2. The top button allows you to speak. Any other functions, you can look up yourself or ask about later. The second device has a similar manual and is called the WTBand. It's effectively a highly-tuned, reliable fitness tracker with a micro-computer. It has even more functions than the Comms, so you'll need to read up on it yourself. We will also have classes over its functions at a later date," Johannes explained to them. It was literally the exact same speech he gave the last group, word-for-word. It was as if he was scripted. Perhaps he was.

"Get them out, put them on. The rest is mostly paperwork. A survey Tim wanted you fill out along with instructions for your storage lockers, which have similar biometric locks, and your room numbers. We do separate genders. There are also two handbooks in there. Both paper, by my insistence. When we have class, you will bring both. If I take you on a mission, you will have the pocket handbook. The larger one is five hundred and sixty-two pages of law, ethics and the role of a 'hero' in our society. It was one of the compromises the U.N. had us make. The pocket handbook is twelve pages and is about everything I think you'll actually need," Johannes continued on, showing a little of his own personality. Both in his reiteration of Tim snidely as he was corrected before and his further snide remark about the U.N. compromises.​




 
Angel Marie Jansen (Warcry)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall -> 5th Floor, Conference Room B
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Randomfella Randomfella

As the trio moved toward the elevator, Shane's voice rang out amid the echoing footsteps. Marie glanced over at him with a quirked eyebrow, her hand falling to her side. She heaved a light sigh, as much as she hated that anyone knew how anxious she was, it was nice that her new team-mate cared enough to try to calm her. She offered a smile, though it looked as forced as it felt. They came to a stop in front of the elevator as Agent Johannes pressed the call panel. He turned to face the little blonde, a grin half-pulled across his face. With his case on the floor, he stuffed his hands into his pockets. A twitch of a smile poked at the corner of her own lips. It was good to know he was a little bit nervous too ... that alone was more comforting that anything anyone could tell her. She still faced the elevator, but turned to look at her fellow recruit with a flat gaze.

His question earned a flinch. A personal question, even just a small-talk level one. She hated small-talk, but then ... this was what she needed to work on. Swallowing her apprehension, she forced a smile back onto her face as Shane joked. Her smile faltered, falling into a light scowl. What did he mean? Was he poking fun at the fact that she was small? No ... probably just a little sarcasm to break the ice. Then there was that once-over he'd given her ... was he some kind of creep, or just confused to see someone of her age in the ranks. She had to remind herself that not everyone lived down to her initial expectations. The scowl faded into the same flat stare from before as she mulled over how to answer the question without revealing too much ...

"Tim invited me here ..." A tight smile and a nod punctuated her sentence. The ice hadn't broken.

The lift doors slid open, the three stepping aboard before it jolted into motion. There was a long paused before she realized she could try a little harder. Staring up at the little screen showing the climbing floor numbers, she chewed at her lip for only a moment before she spoke.

"Marie, by the way. So ... what are you?" Tactful as always, it was the only thing she could think to ask. She glanced over at him.

The elevator slid open again. Agent Johannes led the way to a large set of doors. Inside they found conference room B, the futuristic design lending a sense of sterility to the obviously high-tech presentation area. As the two took their seats, their dark-haired chaperone started out by iterating his lack of interest in giving them his full attention. Again she was reminded that the kid gloves were off. His likeness leapt from the tabletop as she cast a deep-set leer at Shane's semi-visible face, lit only by the image hovering before them. So he'd seen this all before ... and, she would be going through her physical examinations alone? Great ... Another lump formed in her throat as she sank into her seat.

The image of Johannes began to drone on about how to open their cases, what would be found inside. She glanced down at the case as Johannes' image instructed them to get the cases out and open them, despite Tim's earlier order to do so in their rooms. There didn't seem much reason to wait, and as the floating agent continued to speak, Marie slipped the case onto the table. She pressed her hands to the sensor, right, then left in turn. The lock clicked, and the lid lifted easily. The contents were as described. Marie lifted up the earpiece first, turning it over in her hands a few times before determining its proper orientation. It fit perfectly. The WTBand clipped into place around her wrist ... all in all rather stylish. Something about the feeling of the articles led a slight increase in her level of calm. A level of security ... wait, how many pages? Marie glanced back up at the screen as she rifled through the contents for the large law textbook. God ... that's why she didn't need her powers ... they wouldn't help in a written exam.

Pushing all the reading material back into the case, she closed it again and put it back down beside her chair.
 
Shane Tift (Shift)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall -> Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
One of Shane's eyes raised as the girl seemed to, scowl at him? For a split second the young man's face went stiff, pupils dilating and staring toward nothingness, what did she think he had just asked? Perhaps his assumption couldn't be any further from the truth? Or maybe it was because he had said she would get used to that device, knowing full well that he himself was not? Could she so easily see through that charade?

Shift almost began to sweat, before he was cut off by her response, focusing back toward his fellow to-be titan with more confusion that worry. "Tim invited her here?" He questioned internally, hadn't Tim invited all of them here? Was that really her only reason for coming? Shane would have asked further, if it was not for the previous reaction he received, perhaps it was best not to pry. Instead he simply gave a short nod, facing his head forward once more.

The girl did no stop there, however. Shane had only half listened to her when he began to respond. "Well, nice to meet you Ma..." His tone was friendly, trying to keep his voice down with Johannes around, likely best not to make a bad impression. However, when Shift realised exactly what the girl had just asked, he paused mid sentence, his eyes bulging open wide, an array of small uncontrollable coughs following from the shock of what he was hearing. In reality, he was asked such a question a lot, was he an alien? Some sort of experiment escaped from a lab? Yet it had been quite a while since he had met anyone new, those back at the base having been rather close by the time, and if there was any place he didn't expect such a... Blunt... Question, it was here, a tower known to be the home for all kinds of beings.

He could not fault her for the question, however, quickly recollecting himself and wiping a small bit of liquid from his eye before standing up straight once more, scratching the back of his head as he tried to answer her query. "I'm human of course! I guess you could think of me as a kind of mutant..." He responded awkwardly, before forcing a smile once more and turning to her. "Passed down from my ol' granpappy, a powerful guy for sure." His tone was once more upbeat, like he was proud of himself, he was always trying to make it sound like more of a blessing than it really was after all. He would have continued, if it wasn't for the elevator doors opening, Johannes leading them out.

Giving a short nod as he was asked to sit, Shane did so, trying as he could to keep a professional demeanor. As Johannes began, Shane was somewhat surprised at his apparent recording of his own speech. It was strange, for sure, definitely out of the ordinary considering he was right in-front of them and would be so the entire time, though it didn't exactly bother the young man to a significant degree. As Johannes began to address him, Shift was about to give a short verbal agreement, before the holo-screen came up, causing the open mouthed young man to simply give a nod instead.

It was true, the entire scene and videos was not overly shocking to the young man, yet he focused and listened to them all the same. A small smirk developed on his face as Johannes's recording talked about the U.N compromises, it was entertaining to see how a senior agent felt about such an organisation, which likely got in the way far too much for its own good. As he finally glanced over to the girl beside him, it seemed she was already well underway opening the briefcase, causing the young man to do the same. Picking up the large book, it was no wonder the case had a bit of weight to it. For a moment he wondered if it would be worth reading through the whole thing, yet if what Love had said the day before was true, than there definitely wouldn't be the time to do so.

Shane felt an awkward squelch as he pushed the piece into his ear, maybe he should have taken the time to give it a proper clean in the morning... It took him a few attempts to clamp the band on, still distracted from the invading sensation in his ear, did he need to have these on for every mission? With a slight sigh, the young man closed the case once more. It seemed this Marie needed to do the physical, which made him wonder exactly what he would be doing for the next couple of hours. Perhaps he could watch... The thought came to his mind, before he quickly corrected himself internally. "Watch to get an understanding of what her powers might be, of course!" He told himself. In truth he was eager to know, if she had super strength or speed the test would make that obvious, he hadn't met many potentially powerful individuals after all.
 
Location: Titan Tower 5th Floor,
Conference Room A
Tags: sitanomoto sitanomoto Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Scyleia was unfamiliar with the modern world but she'd spent thousands of years among people. It didn't escape her notice that Chordanha's dislike for men wasn't just something Agent Tresa had faked for the sake of keeping them on their toes.

She could also read between the lines. Amazons had studied world history and governments in great detail over the centuries. After all, they'd been handcrafted to help guide men to peace and virtue. They could hardly do so ignorant of what men could do, or be led to do. So the Representative's overview of the island resulted in Scyleia's visage growing slowly more remote as she controlled her facial expressions to conceal her distaste. Themyscira was an isolated nation for good reason. It never positioned itself to jockey for power with other islands, though, nor did it banish its rejects to a wilderness expecting them to die...and then rise to military action up to and including enlisting the aid of the Titans when their society's rebels didn't do the considerate thing and just die from exposure.

It was possible that these raiders were villainous. Probable, assuming Titan leadership had done some due diligence to confirm the Virmater Representative's claims before agreeing to field a team to help. But the choice of theft from these raiders had Scyleia restraining her desire to shake her head. Water production? Aqua turbines for power production? Aquaculture? All of these were things the raiders could use to grow their infrastructure to a point they could more effectively challenge the supremacy of the other local islands. But military application was indirect. Improving quality of life and survival in a hostile environment were direct. And the Titans were to stop them from saving themselves?

No. She didn't know enough to make that assessment. Going in the field would give her the opportunity, especially if the Titans could provide their intelligence and not just the Representative's.

"So, you'd like the stolen technology stopped, preventing them from employing any of it if possible. That part is clear. Should we come across evidence of your leak on their side, you'd like to know as well. Though I'm unclear if you'd like to us to directly hunt for the traitor while we're there or just consider it an opportunity. I'd still like to know how you wish these raiders handled. Avoided? Defeated? Killed?"

Scyleia's expression was a reserved mask, her tone that too-even modulation that spoke of careful control. She didn't exactly seemed thrilled at the prospect of killing the raiders, that much was plain.

Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire
"A good summary, male. It's good to see you're well trained. Becky and I will find you useful after all. Let's confirm our colleague's request first, though, before leaping to rash conclusions."

Scyleia listened to Alex's thoughtful argument and replied to it, in a way calculated to appease the obviously prejudiced Chordanha. If he made eye contact, she offered him a small twitch of her lips and a subtle tilt of her head to the left along with just the briefest of raised eyebrows. Play along.

"We have resources their scouts lack, I expect," she said to Alex, heading off his question. Just the slightest shake of her head as if to say not now. "After all, our leadership put this specific team together with our specific talents. I'm certain we'll prove equal to the task, once we've had an opportunity to confirm our plans with our superiors. We all have those we report to, Representative," Scyleia said, turning back to Chordanha. "Once we've satisfied ours, we'll be pleased to deal with this situation of yours."
 
  • Titan Lieutenant​
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    Agent Johannes​





    Location Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
    Tags Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie Randomfella Randomfella
    "Now, before I move on to the clip, I want to clarify that what you are about to see are the absolute elite. I know Shane has seen it, but I believe that you--Marie--may be daunted or even intimidated by what you are about to see. What I want you to understand is that the people you are about to see are those that have dedicated their lives to... well, it's hard to capture in a word. A better way to word it would be to compare it. If the skills you learn here--which are derived from the elites you see--are like the foundations of art, then the people you are about to see are Grandmasters," Johannes started out, explaining what he was about to show to them. He believed that after all he had 'felt' from Marie in the last few minutes, the reassurance might make the difference between being motivated and feeling her goals were even further from reality.

    With that, the lights began to dim and Johannes merely added, "...this is how the Crimson Corps proved the world needed a League. Watch close."



 

Steve Carter - Animus
Location: Titans Tower 14th Floor, Kitchen
Tags: ShadowBroker ShadowBroker The Regal Rper The Regal Rper

"Oh- erm, no. Well not never. Tried it once at a prom, almost cleaned the house actually. Until someone nicked my cards after they split their drink on me. Just my kind of luck." Steve quipped back quickly. He couldn't help but feel somewhat unnerved by the stare Huge imparted on him. His physique and mannerisms added to quite the intimidating sight.

"Sorry, I'm babbling. Nervous." He commented. That much was apparent. What was less apparent was Steve's internal monologue, his thought process. In the heat of all these changes he was of course thinking less rationally, but some of it began to trickle back to him. All language, by extension communication; had different mannerisms to it. Some were more romantic, expressive. Others logical, blunt and direction. All could be more effectively applied in some circumstances but fall flat in others. Perhaps trying the latter might be better here. Steve finished his poor excuse for a meal and resumed his part in the conversation, seeming to have regained some composure over himself.

"Teams are probably based on the physical eval. You had the chance to meet any of the others yet?"
 
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