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  • Titan Lieutenant​
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    Agent Q​





    Location Titans Tower, elevator C
    Tags The Regal Rper The Regal Rper Epiphany Epiphany ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges

    "Oh, you'll all get turns, don't worry," Agent Q replied, specifically to Scyleia whom motioned for a volunteer. Q had no need of a volunteer. This was not combat-oriented.

    The blond raised from her seat quickly and headed to the doorway. Agent Johannes darted his eyes at her before getting up, letting out a soft exhale then leaving the room. He was silent. That silence was the only signal he gave that they were in the hands of the other agent. She swung around the doorway, hinging on it with her light frame once he exited, mostly just waiting a few seconds before he exited in the nearby elevator.

    "Alright, you've got all your goodies. Your next step is a physical assessment, and no, I don't mean like the one you all got with the doctor before you got here," she told them. With a bout of quick energy, she added, "Did I mention I'm a Doctor? Should I be Doctor Q instead of Agent Q? I'm gonna ask Tim..."

    Her brief moment passed before she returned to her original topic. "This assessment is really just a benchmark of your body. Another Agent is gonna help me get all of you assessed, then she has a few more tidbits of info before you're free to roam the tower," she explained to them. Then there was the light. The elevator Agent Johannes took had returned and she darted off.

    "This way. We've got quite a bit for you to do... bench press, weighted squat, mile run... quite a bit more. I'm sure you'll all get worn out by the end," she said as she took them to the elevator. Once they were all aboard, she pulled out slits of paper from... somewhere. Each had a list of precisely what they were going to be tested on:

    Physical Assesments
    - Bench Press, max weight.
    - Weighted Squat, max weight.
    - Sit-Ups, per minute.
    - Push-Ups, per minute.
    - Pull-Ups, per minute.
    - Punches to bag, per minute.
    - 100-meter dash, timed.
    - 1-Mile run, timed.
    - Jab, total force.
    - Side kick, total force.​

    Volt has dropped out for time constraints. We will simply go on as if they were never there. As for the tests, make then realistic. Google is your friend. If needed, I can provide averages, but I assure you that those are a search engine away. The entire point of this is to ground your character in a sense of reality... Lastly, there are machines in the training room to measure applied force and every piece of equipment is 'smart' in that it will record the findings for your character. Agent Love will be down there assisting people in using the equipment. I would suggest doing a "montage" style post where you get these done over the course of 1-3 hours depending on how much rest is needed. All I'm looking for are answers to the above lists and a time-filler post before you move on. Think of it as the end of the tutorial.






 

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
Tags: One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost Life. Life. Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Alexander grinned at Tessa before the agents arrived with their suitcases "Ooh, almost as nice as mine" he said grinning as he examined the metallic case. When Tim mentioned that it had a palm vein scanner, Alex frowned and looked at his hand before shaking his head. He wouldn't get anything from asking how they got the scanner to match his vein.

When Agent Johannes spoke, Alex chuckled "I think we are in need of a new agent, this one has gone a bit flat". Alex found his flat tone a bit unsettling. A person who could keep his voice monotonous at all times was a hard to handle person. Alex had found that people like that had a poor sense of humor as well. It was hard to get a rise out of people like him and even harder to control the situation.

He swung the suitcase onto his shoulder as he walked towards the elevator "Getting one up on us?" he asked Dante. A physical assessment wasn't that surprising to him. Most organizations demanded a certain level of fitness from their people. He was confident in his physical fitness, though not his overall strength. Well..he was confident that he wouldn't lose a fight if pressed.
 


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Hero Points: 0
Codename: SpookRank: Tier 3Cards: NoneLocation: Titan's Tower - Elevators

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

Dante quirked his eyebrow at the mention of a special place to store his father's sidearms. Once the case was in his hands, he opened it up to, sure enough, find special insert slots that were specifically made for the Colt M1911 .45 caliber handguns he had acquired from his mother's safe so long ago. It was a simple gesture, to include that little modification. No doubt it took them all of five minutes to whip together, if even that. Even still, that simple act spoke volumes. It meant that Tim acknowledged how much those two guns meant to him as the sole connection he had to a father he never had the opportunity to know.

"Thank you...."

Instead of the sarcastic smirk or the sanity-questioning grin he tended to wear, a genuine smile was on his lips as he closed the case. With one last glance at Tim, Dante turned to follow Agent Johannes and the other two.

"I think we are in need of a new agent, this one has gone a bit flat"

Dante snickered at that remark, his trademark smirk returning once more as the boy made a snide remark about him getting ahead of them. "I wouldn't put it that way. More like... If I had to guess, they wanted to be sure I wasn't going to be a liability or cause too much trouble. Before the Titans came looking for me, I was a Vigilante. Went by the name Deadman, so I guess I can understand the concern." Dante remarked simply, casually pulling his jacket back just a little to reveal one of his father's guns holstered under his arm. He had, as it happened, two kinds of holsters for them. The one he was wearing now was more about concealment. The other, which he wore more when he was actually out and about as a Vigilante, was the more traditional belt holsters on his hips. It made for a faster draw, but weren't exactly concealed. Of course, when he was out as a Vigilante he didn't exactly give two fucks if people saw he was packing heat.

"You can relax, they aren't loaded. They confiscated my ammunition when I arrived. Speaking of which.... Is there someone I can talk to so I can have some for target practice, or is marksmanship practice out of the question for now?" The second part of his statement was, obviously, directed at their new Agent escort. After seeing what Agent Love was capable of, he had come to realize just how lackluster his own marksmanship was by comparison. That, like his fighting style, was something he wanted to address as soon as possible. If he had free time, that would be an ideal opportunity to get started.

For now, he'd omit the fact he already had several kills to his credit. Didn't need to scare the newbies after all. Then again, there was always the possibility they'd have heard of the 'Deadman of San Fran'. After all, he'd caught Waller's attention somehow, so who was to say others hadn't heard of him.

 
Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Epiphany Epiphany The Regal Rper The Regal Rper ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Note: I've written this in a way so the results can be subject to change if I've somehow managed to mess up and make anything ridiculously too low or high for a fairly average result


Steve could have used some music. He'd heard from many that it could help when you were exercising, although as the last dozen hours had just proven; Steve had never gotten about to testing that out. It could provide some manner of rhythum to move your body to. Hell, in all the old movies from last century he'd found copies of they often dubbed some ancient hit over montages of training. But most of all it would have provided Steve a fitting distraction from the gruelling work he'd just undergone.

Despite his best efforts he'd audibly groaned upon reading the list of exercises. It all carried with it an ever looming feeling of: 'This is going to be extremely painful.' For the large part he proved himself right, although amidst the contorting of tensed muscles and pumping of oxygen deprived blood through his veins he didn't have much time to dwell on it. As Steve thought back on it after, the three hours he'd taken went very quickly. In the heat of the moment it felt very different.
'Come on Carter, get moving Carter!' he'd caught himself grumbling at himself in evident annoyance. He'd often been referred to by his surname over first name, simply to avoid confusion between others he knew who were also called Steve or Stephen. It'd never bothered him that much but the tone in which he found himself directing it was that of mild sarcasm and frustration. Like a teacher telling off a disobedient pupil or a parent scolding their child. Nonetheless he did not openly verbalize his frustrations at himself, that was evident in the exercise itself. At the very least Agent Love hadn't needed to help him too much with the equipment. Steve had figured out the machines fairly quickly.

But every darker cloud has a manner of silver lining. Steve found his to be that in some ways he'd underestimated himself. True he never really dedicated too much time to exercising, but nor had he really been much of a slob. And the fact he had never really exercised that much meant he had no prior basis to judge what how he'd fair in the tests bar only his nervous estimates. His results were still painfully average, yes. But he felt better about them than he might have done. As he collapsed onto his derriere and and gulped from a water bottle like a man who'd been lost in a desert, he thought back over the notes he'd memorized Agent Love taking during the trials.

Bench Press, max weight: 40 kg
Weighted Squat, max weight: 55 kg
Sit-Ups, per minute: 34
Push-Ups, per minute: 15
Pull-Ups, per minute: 6
Punches to bag, per minute: 93
100-meter dash, timed: 13.98
1-Mile run, timed: 8:19
Jab, total force: 85lbs of force/pressure
Side kick, total force: 200lbs of force

Steve had no way to know if this was passable or not. He supposed only time would tell, and went back to rehydrating himself and wiping away the sweat that had accumulated on his skin. Thank whatever higher force might be out there that he'd remembered to put on deodorant.

"I'm good, I'm good. Just... need a minute." Came Steve's comment to nobody in particular.
 



  • Location Titans Tower, elevator C

    Tags The Regal Rper The Regal Rper Epiphany Epiphany Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges

    Note: Alike "BainOfBridges" I have my doubts as if I am doing this right or if I maybe I am doing too low or too high. Our lord and saviour shall be the one who judges me. *cough* Sir *cough*


    The talking doll went alone with her smoking guns - or at least that is how she seem to him, to Huge. The lack of observation intended only to not give her the satisfaction to become what scares him the most rather than that making her the idealism of a shadow, ignoring her very presence until it comes out from the dark corner of his mind. Though this happened quicker than anticipated.

    Huge should has so anticipated, if the doll was actually an Agent and she was alongside their trainers she would be near by - at least for now. There was still another test to take and prove his worth. A physical one that shall express in more than words what is he capable to achieve, yet in truth it was nothing beyond his extend imagination; a worm-up in both martial and athletics. Huge was, at the very last, both strong and endurable person; one that could take much punishment and yet not get tired - or perhaps it was his will to move forward and not his physical advantage. However, speed? Running was one thing, hitting an object several times before the time-limit is another.

    Obviously, Huge's first reaction was to pack all the devices back into the suitcase, by the very exception of some he would be asked to wear during the test. What is troubled some is the way he did pack them. He took extra careful on the manuals as he searched for the best way to save space, then his finger began to draw an imaginable line between corner to corner as he mumble some senseless words. He liked to have new things on his hand but only to learn about them in all possible way. It may had taken more than the rest to even just close the damn thing and walk towards the elevator.

    Lastly, Huge reached the metal box alongside the rest of the initiates and the talking-doll. Clearly he would pursue for a distant corner but he took more time than the rest in order to reach it. Likely his position would be near by her rather than half a meter from her. More importantly it is that Huge knows how to avoid his panicking, he simply focus on something else. Previously it was the clip or the suitcase - well now he has his new companions, a piece of paper and the odd-cracked doll's face.
 
Tessa Varns
Beastie
Location: Titan Towers, Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost
Things were going smoothly. So far Tessa was enjoying the transition of joining the Titans, but once she heard the ding of the elevator door opening did she realize that this was only the beginning. The girl had yet to even step foot into the actual, physical portion of it. She was becoming too relaxed. Although with the two guys by her side it was hard not to be. Especially with the commentary one added about new agent they were introduced to once cases were brought up to them.

Tessa grew excited once she saw one of the agents hand her a case. She wanted to open it as soon as she got it, but decided to wait. Besides listening in on Dante and the other boy were occupying her attention. Tessa gave a slight snort once she heard the artist boy comment on the new agent, but her snort changed to a small chuckle once she heard Dante talk about himself. "Vigilante? Deadman?" It got even better once he revealed his guns, the literal ones. Any other average person may have been scared from the description Dante gave himself or even from the presentation of the guns he carried, but Tessa wasn't scared nor impressed. After dealing with drug dealers, not much fazed her. She had already been exposed to part of the ugly side of society. Even if it was a short period they held her as hostage they did not hold back on their daily activities of drug dealing.

Not wanting to dwell on the past Tessa clung onto her case tightly and made her way over to the indicated elevator. She turned around to face the artist boy, Dante, and Tim Drake, "Well seems like Mr. Deadman has other plans which means I'll see you around then. It was nice to meet you Tim Drake I do hope we can talk some more later. I want to hear some personal stories of Beast Boy." Tessa flashed a grin then over to the commander before turning her attention to Alex, "Ya coming along, Jack?"
 
Location: Titan Tower 5F, C. Room A
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper The Regal Rper ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

"...This is a warrior's test? Very well."

Scyleia studied the list and frowned at it. Then she frowned at the PDDs on her wrists and waist. This seemed incredibly counterproductive. Then again, the Princess herself was said to train under encumbered conditions at times as a form of strength conditioning. Perhaps this period would serve much the same for her. If Titan training could make her worthy of those warriors she'd seen on the film footage, so much the better.

Remember why you're here. The world of Man needs us. Needs our example. Needs us to save them. Needs us to help them save themselves. They need love, hope and peace, those messages we were commanded to carry to them by the goddesses. Perhaps this will lead to me being someone they'll look to, listen to.

Perhaps my son and his children will finally see me as more than the woman who abandoned them.

The Amazon threw herself into the series of exercises with plenty of vigor, if not any especial grace or skill. To any experienced gym-goer, it was obvious that Scyleia was not. Her scores were surprisingly good, reflecting an athletic woman who spent hours every day sparring or in battle practice. But sparring and battle practice had been her sources of exercise, and those with all of her enhanced strength brought to bear. Scyleia herself didn't know what her maximum lift rates were. She had no idea of the limits of how many of a single, highly specific and highly repetitive motion like push-ups she could do, for that's not how a warrior trained to fight. A warrior trained to fight by fighting.

Still, if she wasn't especially conditioned for high performance on each measure, Scyleia's recovery time was excellent. She worked through each benchmark with barely a break in between, finishing off the whole series in just about an hour's time. While her limbs ached in a way they rarely did on Themyscira, she'd ordinarily be practicing for another few hours. With a drink of water, the Amazon bounced up and down on the balls of her feet a few times, obviously ready for more.

- Bench Press, max weight: 119 lbs
- Weighted Squat, max weight: 162lbs
- Sit-Ups, per minute: 40
- Push-Ups, per minute: 35
- Pull-Ups, per minute: 8
- Punches to bag, per minute: 71
- 100-meter dash, timed: 10:58 seconds
- 1-Mile run, timed: 8:47 minutes
- Jab, total force: 282 lbs
- Side kick, total force: 598 lbs
 
  • Titan Commander​
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    Tim Drake​




    Location Titans Tower, Memorial Hall
    Tags Randomfella Randomfella Retro-Grey Retro-Grey Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
    The cycle continued. The last cycle for the day, to be exact. Which was pleasant. Tim was already feeling the drain on his limited stamina for social interaction. This last group provided two other potentially problematic individuals, although neither were considered as volatile as Dante. Marie was someone Tim himself brought in. Her history was tied ever so closely with that of Alphus despite the two never meeting. Tim was sure the day she realized who he was and more specifically who he was in relation to the defunct, there would be fallout. Not to mention, her own troubled past. Then, there was Jackson. He came from a family line of criminals and was endorsed by Damian, of all people. The only reason he was here was the strings Tim's former partner pulled.

    As with all of the others, two men carrying suitcases led the three through the halls before reaching Tim. The pace was slow, enough to let them gaze at the magnificence of the statues, but not sluggish to trail behind. It was silent.

    Tim was not. "Welcome to the Tower, Titans. Shift is already familiar with it, but I don't believe Agent Love gave you an appropriate introduction. I am Tim Drake, Titan Commander. I will oversee your time here at the Tower," he told them. His voice lacked some of the peppy energy he had for the others.

    Tim surveyed the three, watching each one of them to see precisely how they reacted to their new settings. "This happens to be my favorite place in the building. I suppose if you make it to my age, you need a little help remembering faces. More importantly, these halls remember stories. Titans come from all walks of life. Some hail from the stars. Some swim up from the deeps. Some were just poor souls in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some were just a few kids from an inner city. These halls are a living testament that anyone can rise above their past, good or bad, to become more," Tim told them all.

    One thing to note: the more he had given this speech, the better it sounded. His improvisation made each line feel a little more real and a lot less rehearsed.


 
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Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Location: Titans Tower.
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper The Regal Rper @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki BainOfBridges BainOfBridges @Epiphany ShadowBroker ShadowBroker
Becky smiled as she was told about the different exercises that they were to be put through. She stretched, making sure to limber up significantly. After all, this wasn't her first rodeo, and she didn't really want to pull anything. She took a deep breath and launched herself into her training.

~Montage~
Golden were the hours she had spent training with her dad and Jess, and it showed. Her Bench press and squats were certainly nothing to sneeze at, and she was very happy with the weight she was able to lift, but there was always room for improvement.

The push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups were really easy for her, each one timed on a minute. Her own records were something she wished to increase, maybe she'd spend some time in the weight room more often....

Where she really shined was the punches. She was trained in boxing, so this was second nature. One two, one two, one two, over and over until Agent Love called time. She looked at the supervisor and saw an impressed expression flicker across her face for a moment before going back to her regular cold one. A grin crept across her own face, and she ran a hand through her blue hair. She was enjoying herself immensely.

After the end of the 100 meter Dash and the mile run, she put both of her hands on top of her head, taking deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth, a wide, confident grin on her face.

Last but not least was the Jab and side kick, and then she was done. Her face was lit up in a bright, rather cocky smile as she wiped her forehead. "That was fun. Can we do it again?" She asked, half-jokingly.

Bench Press: 109 lbs
Squat: 130 lbs
Push-ups per min: 37
Sit-ups per min: 42
Pull-ups per min: 12
Punches Per Min: 146 ppm
100 meter Dash: 10.5 sec.
Mile Run: 6 min. 52 sec.
Jab force: 135 lbs
Side Kick force: 297 lbs
 

Location: Titan Tower; 5F-Room A
Tags: ShadowBroker ShadowBroker Epiphany Epiphany sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

  • With the list given by Agent Q, Alphus proceeded to look it over- after which he proceeded to look her over. Q was a strange one, the young man took note. He didn't expect agents of Waller to be as...lively as her. He expected more like Johannes, less like her. With knitted brows Alphus kept his eyes focused on Q as he tried to do what he always did with new people he met, examine and study. The dynamic displayed with Agent Johannes showed familiarity. Alphus wasn't sure how far that familiarity went, perhaps they just worked in the same unit and were more familiar with each other given whatever their duties were.

    Still though, he eyed her weapons, why is she so heavily armed? The pistols that sat on her hips he could understand, the tonfas and the knife he could not. Where had she just come from before this meeting that she was still suited up in all this gear? Was it to show off or was there more to it in the following procedure to come? Alphus wasn't sure. Not being sure made him almost frown, instead his face remained blank while he tried to piece together what exactly Agent Q could do that required her such a combination of weapons.

    The elevator ding disrupted his thoughts and he was out the door before he even knew it. Looking to the sheet still in his hand he gave it one glance over and without wasting anymore time dove into the work that awaited him.


 

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower, Memorial Hall ---> Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
Tags: One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost Life. Life. Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

Alex grinned "Guns don't bother me" he said "Even if they were loaded" he watched Tessa as she walked passed him into the elevator. He'd grown used to guns over the years and for him, while they were dangerous, there were always more dangerous ways to do harm to someone. A gun was quick.

"Ya coming along, Jack?"

He was brought out of his thoughts by Tessa's voice and chuckled "Jack only claimed to be king of the world" he said stepping up next to her "The real King was Alexander" he laughed softly "Coincidentally, that is my name, you'd do well to remember it, if only to scream it" his eyes flickered with playfulness.

When they entered the conference room, he did as he was told and took a seat, his eyes snapping to Johannes as he made his remark 'Is he faking the monotone voice?' he wondered. It wouldn't be surprising, many people had characters that they liked to act as, though why Johannes wanted to play as such a boring character, he could never guess.

He turned his attention to his briefcase and opened it following the Agent's instructions. When it clicked open, he gave a soft whistle as he looked at the devices within. First, he played around with the Comms after putting it on, cycling through the channels in the hopes that someone had been lazy and forgotten to turn theirs off. With no luck, he left it on 2 and moved on to the Band. After he put it on, he attempted to do the same as he'd done with the Comms, but the Band was far more complicated. He figured he'd have to properly read the information on it.

Alex had been keeping an ear on Johannes' words, so when his tone shifted again, he looked up, his eyes locking on the man's face. What Johannes was saying wasn't very interesting, just stuff about paperwork, though Alex did click his tongue at the mention of there being separate genders.

His actual attention was on how Johannes' face moved as he talked. When a facade broke, if only for a moment, Alex could get an inkling on how the command structure of an organization worked. From what he could tell, Johannes didn't completely approve of how the Titans were being run.

Then the wall was back up and Alex was being told abut his PDD. He gave a soft sigh and lifted the pendant from the briefcase, examining it. He didn't really feel anything special from it, but then again, he didn't really understand how his own magic worked. The only time he ever felt magic work was when he created the runes.

With a shrug, he slipped the pendant around his neck "If it works, then good for those who made it. If it doesn't, its not like anyone will notice the difference" he said chuckling.

Alex looked at him "You mentioned classes earlier, I was wondering if I could get some magic classes as well?" he was being serious for a change "Though I won't be using it for the time being, I'd like to get more information on how my magic works"
 
Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Epiphany Epiphany The Regal Rper The Regal Rper ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Finally released of duty, Steve found himself somewhat lost. His time at the tower had been guided, observed after all. Without a pack to follow the lone wolf simply wandered up in search of rest. He found it with the briefcase's designation of what would be his room. He was taken aback by the size of the suites that would be serving as their quarters. Had he not known any better he might have thought he'd just stumbled into an expensive hotel suite. Once more a sign that no expense had been spared, if the briefcase of high tech equipment and power dampener he now wore weren't proof enough.

The young man set about familiarizing himself with the room. The lack of presence around him both made him more at ease, yet also uncertain of what else to do. So he simply did what he'd normally do. Bookkeeping, working down the check list. First off was a shower, one needed quite badly after the physical exercise. Steve didn't have a change of clothes but a shower might help minimize the odor of sweat that'd been wafting off him. After that he took a seat on the bed, checked the laptop to make sure the email credentials were accurate and went through the briefcase once more. He had no doubt in his mind that the tower itself would be something to explore with interest, even the view from his room was something quite breathtaking. But Steve knew he'd be more comfortable doing that with the basics of this equipment familiarized. At least that way he'd seem like he somewhat belonged here.

Almost an hour had clocked by the time Steve finally emerged from his quarters, having secured the Briefcase carefully next to his bedside table. He'd only removed a few things from the case- the WTComms that now found itself carefully lodged in his pocket alongside the Identification Bade and the WTBand he fitted comfortably around his wrist. He'd read the manuals of all the devices twice before putting them back in the briefcase, and the UN pocket handbook was tightly clasped in his hand. The larger volume he'd left on the beside table itself. Steve had some night time reading material. Either he'd learn something useful from it, or it'd help send him to sleep. It was a win win!

As he headed into the elevator which whisked him up a floor to the 14th level, he patted the PDD on his arm tentatively. Whoever had engineered this thing had designed it as an armband. It concealed itself well underneath Steve's over shirt and he barely even noticed its weight. The only thing he did notice was... well, the lack of something. That strange feeling, like that of an ever lingering presence; the feeling of something else being with him in his mind. He only recognized it had been there, now that it was gone thanks to this disrupter. Steve hadn't decided if he liked that or not yet.

But his mind lingered only on these thoughts for the length of the rather short elevator trip. His steps were no longer guided by his mind, but rather his belly. He could use some food, and since Agent Q said they wouldn't be any food provided he'd just have to figure out something himself. With that fact in mind Steve hoped the tower had a good sprinkler system in place or at the very least a fire extinguisher nearby.
 
Shane Tift (Shift)
Location: Titan's Tower - Memorial Hall
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Retro-Grey Retro-Grey Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie
This introduction was far more what Shift had been expecting since his youth, passing by statues of the greats, a living legend leading them through, rather than an agent in a dimly lit room. He could hardly pry the last few days from his head however, the entire ordeal was strange to say the least, and now he had been separated from what was supposed to be his team. Shane wasn't exactly going to get depressed over losing the companionship of a broken girl and a boy more likely to get himself killed than help in their success, but the fact that he was used in the test somewhat bugged him.

Tim's speech was inspiring, and yet it sounded like he had made it up on the spot, improvising the whole thing then and there with great success. He was the kind of man Shane had always wanted to learn from in the past, heros like him inspired the young man, and yet... In the back of his mind Shift couldn't help but think perhaps Agent Love had a point, that training them to be agents rather than men-in-tights would make them far more effective, then again, that could just be his old drill sergeant's words in his head.

Glancing to his sides, Shift got a look at the other two beside him. One looked more like a young thug than a to be titan, though Shane supposed looks could be deceiving. He then averted his gaze to the other, whom looked more like a scared young girl. Shift slightly sighed at the thought of it, who was he to think that? He was the one who feared his own power, after all, never letting anyone know his true feelings, hell he was thankful for the damned disc Love forced on his chest. For a short moment Shane placed his hand toward it, feeling the disc still intact.

Shane looked toward Tim as he finished his speech. "Good to meet you, sir." He stated, standing upright in an attempt to show some respect, he almost gave a salute before assuming the elderly man not to be the type for it. In reality he was hiding some contempt for the way they had treated him earlier, though that didn't matter now, his goal was still the same.
 
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Location: Titans Tower
Tags: BainOfBridges BainOfBridges Epiphany Epiphany Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

That is over, for now.

It felt as if the chains that held him tied to the room finally let go by nothing but words, imaginable chains made through duty, through morality or leadership. It matters, not for now Huge is free - yet still it was nothing but a certain ease, a lesser grip that in comparison it had been misunderstood by freedom. Of course there are always explanations that argue that each and every action had been nothing but a constant pursue to his own goals, yet perhaps his goals had been corrupted from the beginning. Nonetheless a hero's path should always be found by doubt; that is, after all what makes one honorable.

The talking Doll spoke once more and he kept his cool. His eyes began to find more intrigue on her particular selection of cosmetics rather than the screaming guns that seem to drag him mad. Two places there are to see: the rooms separated by gender, something he could not yet figure out the reason; and the 'dinner room' that actually has no food actually serve - you do have to cook it. Good thing there are still basics that do not go away through luxury.

When he arrived to his room, he found himself upon a magnificent architecture, astonishing view, comfortable bed, all the good things Huge never had. He had his own apartment - if you can call that an apartment after looking at this; there was even warn water filter... of course he did so discover it by taking a shower, very quick one. As impressive as the room might had been for the others or the common eye, it escaped for Huge. Whatever was through his head that gave credit to his reaction could not be understood, but yet he did - he began with the bed. He simply took a pillow and dropped on the ground, same with the sheets; he accommodated as if it was a camping bag. He then relocated the whole furniture, carefully though. It was not on his desire to torn the place apart, only to make it feel more... Huge-ish.

If there was a TV he would have set it aside, disconnect it and move on to the lights and so on. There would be no light to turn on once he finished. Finally - once the room had been change to his like - he looked outside. The view itself gave enough light to be capable to see, having no artificial light - either taken away or hidden.

He sat down in the middle of the room, the briefcase aside as he stared away in awed. He made no sound, the silence, even his own breathing was carefully controlled in order to keep the silence. He was there, yet his mind was elsewhere - he always had it elsewhere. Whatever it was, hungry, desperation, exhaustion; it did not matter - his agile mind would graciously elude such earthly obstacles only to pursue what was above and beyond; a dreamer's mind. But what were those thoughts? Where was his thoughts that seem to be related to the horizon, or maybe a little further away?

It took a bit longer to remove himself from there and probably search for the dinner room. Cooking? Huge would know how to do make a meal, yet not to make a mess was a different thing. He had to make his own deal - being on his own all. Yet if his own place was a mess, the kitchen would be the core of such a mess. It would not take him time to stumble upon the one called 'Steve' yet he said nothing. He stared him down, observing if he knew where the food was. Probably he did not.
 
Jackson StoneLocation: Titans Tower, Memorial Hall–Near an Elevator
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Neon Valkyrie Neon Valkyrie Randomfella Randomfella
Some were just a few kids from an inner city...

Those words rang in Jackson's ears for what seemed like long after the commander had spoke. But maybe that was just the nerves of an inner city kid.

"My favorite place has lotsa dead people too," Jackson had deadpanned. He was too focused on the statues to pay the elderly man any more attention. He didn't know too much about Tim Drake, and he didn't believe that it would get anywhere past a worker's knowledge of their manager. In Jackson's eyes, he was only here because he had something to give and the alternative was a return to his former situation. He knew that if anyone was given the choice to leave that behind, they wouldn't refuse it. So he didn't, but hell, he almost did. It was in his face by now, how skeptical he can be, somewhere in the bags around his eyes. But in the end, it was a choice for the better. This way, Jackson could make a difference for himself and those who were with him.

For a second, Jackson was broken from his thoughts. He had a bag slung over his shoulder and he was honestly confused. He had been flown in from wherever that new meta-prison was and didn't have much to begin with. Long story short, he didn't know the protocol here.

"Don't we get robot servants or something? Now I don't know bout yous guys, but I always thought that old men in nice suits could afford to throw some cash away," Jackson turned his body as if he were expecting a robot to come whirring down the hall to collect his measly knapsack. His eyebrows rose in mock surprise before he spoke once more, "But I guess you heroes suffer from real world problems too."

He ended up walking ahead of the other two, not really paying them more mind than he had Drake. "If it's fine with you Commander Drake, I'd like to find my room, or locker, or corner, or whatever it is that you give kids that come from different walks of life."

And with that he walked off towards the elevator, hands in pocket, politely waiting for the rest to catch up to him.
 
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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

Dante nodded to the Agent's explanation. It seemed reasonable enough, and, frankly, Dante was in a cooperative mood given the substantial change in treatment. "Well, if I can't get any ammo right away, I may just take that fitness test again for shits and giggles. Maybe see if I can add a few pounds to those scores." A cocky grin on his lips as he took his seat. Without a doubt, this group was far more enjoyable than the last one he'd been in...

He didn't even seem to mind the little jab the Agent took at him. Frankly, this was all such a pleasant change from the shit Agent Love pulled that Dante's fuse was unusually long for now. True to what the Agent said, the explanations that followed were little better than a review. So, while the formalities dragged on, Dante produced a cleaning kit from his pocket and disassembled his pistols on the table in a few seconds. Given Dante's gruff nature, one would probably have expected him to have dirty guns, or to hardly bother with their maintenance. On the contrary, those two handguns were immaculate maintained. Then again, to the ghost child they weren't just any handguns. Even still, his attention to detail in their maintenance was remarkable, at least according to his brother, who had once inspected his little brother's guns. No doubt the elder de la Cruz had expected some level of grime, but had been shocked to find the guns in ideal condition.

Truth be told, a big reason he took such good care of the guns was that their care and maintenance was almost relaxing to him. Of course, that's not to say he didn't listen to what was being said around him. At this point, disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling his guns was something he could do in his sleep. It was almost as automatic as breathing given how often he did it.

He quirked an eyebrow as the boy next to him mentioned magic. "Magic ink and magic tricks? The fuck kind of powers you got, bro?" Dante asked chuckling as he assembled each gun and holstered them once more, tucking the cleaning kit back into the pocket from whence it came. Not that knowing powers really mattered. They wouldn't get to use them anytime soon anyway, which sucked righteously.

Oh well, just gave him time to focus on his hand to hand fighting and his marksmanship. Just meant less fun until he earned the privilege of going without the damn limiter on.

His eyes looked up at the Agent now that questions could be asked. "I've got one. Who is Agent Johannes? What's your specialty, besides talking in a monotone and sneaking snide remarks in conversation?" Dante quirked an eyebrow at the Agent. He wasn't one of the Waller's teammates in that video, at least not that Dante could tell, but given it seemed everything thus far had been carefully planned out, he had to wonder what this Agent's purpose was in all of it. There had to be more to him than a fancy vest and some snide comments....

Even as he asked, he felt his muscles prepare, just in case this was going to turn out like a second Agent Love....

 
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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
Some questions were more valid than others. Some were more interesting. What was the most interesting to see, however, was that not a single one of them had questioned his identity until Dante. Agent Q had her mask, Tim was a legend of himself, but Johannes... he had no identifiers and nothing that stood out.

"I am Agent Johannes Keplar. Of the Agents here, the order goes Titan Commander, Titan Lieutenant and Titan Sergeant. I am a Lieutenant; specifically, the Right Hand of the Commander. Before this, I was part of the Omega Branch in the League. A non-combatant by choice, although I can fight. I specialize in human psychology and sociology--Waller requested me specifically to help Tim. And, because I'm sure you'll ask, I'm a telepath. I normally use my abilities for long-range telepathic communication. Unlike most that pry into the minds of others, such as Dr. Reynolds in the Watchtower, I can maintain telepathic links through most barriers and for several miles," Johannes explained to the group, although specifically to Dante. In his regular monotone voice, although somehow it pieced itself together.

"As for how I speak, imagine how enthusiastic you would be spending most of your life listening to what someone just thought. I virtually hear everything twice, if not more. Get past the invasion of privacy for a moment and consider how annoying it actually is," Agent Johannes explained a little more, adding one of the rare amounts of emotion to his answer in the form of frustration.

"As for the classes, I don't believe we have a magic-oriented class. The Ninth floor contains the library and study of Raven Roth that has been expanded by several magical users, such as Zatanna and even Dr. Fate. Most of it is locked off, especially the deeper parts of the library and some of the artifacts, but there is still a wealth of knowledge there regarding magic and mysticism. I believe there is an entire wing for novice Homo Magi created by Zatanna at one time," Johannes told them, "what you choose to research, learn or practice in your free time is of your own volition."

"As for your schedule, your training will be broken up into three categories: Classroom Blocks, Fitness Blocks and Combat Blocks. You will have two Blocks daily with weekends free. Classroom Blocks are exactly what they sound like: periods you will be in a classroom being taught all the fun and fantastic regulations that come with being a hero. Fitness Blocks are physical conditioning classes. We separate them out from Combat Classes because Combat itself is not just teaching you how to fight, but strategy and resourcefulness. Your Combat classes will likely be the most diverse, especially early before you've been conditioned ," Johannes told all of them. His speech shortened from the last time he told it.

sitanomoto sitanomoto The Regal Rper The Regal Rper Rebecca and Alphus are all free to roam the tower now--as long as they don't interrupt the others. I personally don't care what you do and if there's something you'd be interested in the Tower having but I haven't listed, shoot me a PM.





 
Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Location: Titans Tower.
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul BainOfBridges BainOfBridges ShadowBroker ShadowBroker

Teeny side note, I changed the color of Becky's speech text. There were already two other people using the color, so I thought I'd pick a different one so people don't get confused.

The Drake girl grinned as she was dismissed, grabbing her briefcase and opening it just like Johannes had told them to the first time. She looked at her suite number and the floor number, memorizing it, and then headed to the proper floor and proper room.

As she opened the door and surveyed the room, she noticed a couple of things.
One: it was much bigger than the room Jess had given her when they were living together. The bed looked soft enough to sink into, which gave Becky a glimmer of hope for a good night's sleep for once in a long time.
Two: her luggage was already here. That wasn't a big surprise. She walked over and opened her suitcase, grabbing a fresh set of clothes.

Her first thing to do was shower, which she did, taking about 20 minutes. She towel-dried her hair and put on her clothes, a grey, loose-fitting t-shirt that said "Me, Sarcastic? Never." And a pair of sweatpants of the same shade of grey as the t shirt. She looked at her Briefcase, which was sitting on the bed, and opened it once again, removing the survey and filling it out with a pen that she had in a pocket of her suitcase. That took about five to ten minutes. She had to stop and think honestly about some of the answers.

She set the survey down and leaned against the wall, staring into blank space, wondering how things were going back in Bludhaven with Jess and if she should call or text or email... The softness in her eyes died down, however, as she instinctively put up the barrier of her stone cold, apathetic, non-emotive expression she always did when feeling a negative emotion. She hadn't even been gone a day.

"Don't start, Drake. Just don't start," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head. "Hell."
She sat against the wall for a while longer, maybe about ten more minutes, before realizing her bare feet were freezing. She dragged a pair of fuzzy socks out of her luggage and then zipped it closed. The socks were warm, and she put them on swiftly.

She stood and put her hands in her concealed sweatpants pockets, walking out the door in her casual attire. She wandered around the halls and finally made her way to the 14th floor. She leaned against the wall behind both Huge and Steve, observing them both quietly for a few moments.

Steve, she had noticed in the beginning, was not very confident in himself. The poor boy was so nervous-looking in the briefing room. He was as easy to read as an open children's book.

Huge, however, was another story. She couldn't get even the slightest hint of an emotion from him, and his intimidating size didn't help that. He was an enigma.

Still, observation couldn't hurt.

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Tessa Varns
Beastie
Location: Titan Towers, 5F C. Room A
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Seraph Darkfire Seraph Darkfire One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost
As much as Tessa was excited to join the Titans, her excitement didn't last long enough to maintain her attention on the new agent that worked with them. Her eyes began wandering around the room once the agent began speaking. With his monotonous voice, it certainly was easier for Tessa to tune him out. Although she noticed the way that the other recruits were attending to their suitcases, which convinced Tessa to do the same as well. Having watched Alex do it, Tessa merely copied his movements but with her own suitcase. And with a click it opened. The contents inside were foreign to her. The girl knew that more than likely the agent had explained to them what all was inside the suitcase, but she had ignored the man. Well really Tessa would attempt to refocus her concentration on the agent, but her mind would wander to somewhere else. Until she heard her name being addressed to her about something.

PDD? What's that? Her eyes wandered over to Dante for a minute thinking that maybe he'd know, but once she finally heard the agent's words did she understand. Oh the ability blocker thingamajig, right? Tessa reached into the suitcase in search of the disc looking object. Since there wasn't too many things in her suitcase, Tessa managed to pull out what she believed to be the object the agent was currently talking about. Following the only instructions she heard from the agent at that moment, Tessa placed the PDD on her chest. She couldn't really think of any other place that maybe flat enough for the object, so the chest was the first option that came into her mind.

Tessa could tell that Alex and Dante were talking to the agent, but at this point she had begun to lose interest in them as well. She simply wanted to move onto the training then. But then Dante finally asked a personal question to the agent. This certainly caught Tessa's interest, considering it was something other than general information. She listened in onto to the agent as he spoke.

Oh that's right he's Agent Johannes. That is what Tim Drake introduced him with. And he has telepathic abilities, cool but probably a nuisance of an ability. That probably explains his monotonous voice.

Since her attention was already focused on Agent Johannes she decided to hear out with the rest of the speech he had for them. Luckily she listened in to hear what their training were consisted of. Some excitement returned to the girl once she heard the blocks. It was something rigorous and engaging. Tessa enjoys physical activities, so physical training shouldn't be too hard right? The only block though that didn't appeal to her was the one that dealt with 'regulations' for a hero. "Oh goody," she softly murmured, truly excited for the class to begin.
 
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 strode languidly along at the end of the line, picking idly at the small disk under her shirt as she peered about at the immense statues of vaguely familiar faces. In front of her, a towering young man, his bald, azure head glinting in the light. It wasn't a kind thought, but for a moment she was thankful that her inhumanity wasn't so plainly written on her face.

Ahead, a familiar old man stood waiting in front of the elevators. As they neared, Marie quickly recognized Tim Drake, the man whose had had delivered her from ACS, that had transformed her from a drugged test subject into a person. Not that any of this was written across her face, which, though alert, was drawn into a tight kind of rest.

She listened intently as their mentor and commander welcomed them, Shift sneaking in a quick thank you before Jackson cut in insolently. Irritation twitched at her brow as it furrowed, her lips drawing almost imperceptibly tighter. She tried silently to will him into showing some respect to the old man, but even if it had been her power, they were all wearing the same inhibitors.

Jackson's tantrum drew to a close as he marched off, past Tim, to the elevator. Marie couldn't help but glare lightly in defence of the man who'd provided her this opportunity. As he reached the elevator, Marie turned her attention back to Tim. Much as she hated being told what to do, in this case she would wait for their commander's lead.
 

Alexander Alfaise
Location: Titans Tower, 5F, C. Room A
Tags: One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost Life. Life. Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul

'Telepathy?' Alex started at that, mostly because a lot of his survival hinged on being able to lie effectively. Having someone capable of digging around in a person's head made him uncomfortable. However, he quickly got over it as he didn't really have anything that they didn't already know and wasn't planning on doing anything that would be considered threatening or a security problem...mostly harmless pranks.

Though the Agent seemed to think it annoying, Alex could already think of the uses and could easily deal with becoming a pariah the ability was bound to make him. He could totally find everyone's secret snack stashes, and the intimate knowledge of a woman's body as she knows it.

He chuckled softly and shook his head. Though he thought these thoughts, he got the idea Johannes was trying to impress upon them.

His attention was truly caught when the Agent began speaking of an entire library of magical knowledge on the ninth floor. Of course, the idea getting into the locked sections of the library was enticing but he guessed that it wouldn't be simple to get into. He made a mental note to check the library out when he had some free time.

Alex didn't have a problem with any of the classes. Knowing the rules and regulations would give him more room to work out the loopholes he could use. It was always more fun to be the reason rules had to be changed.

He suddenly remembered that Dante had spoken to him and realized that he'd gotten sidetracked with his own thoughts "Pain in the ass powers" he said grinning "I can turn a bunch of normal people into super humans, but I can't give myself x-ray vision, or fly" he laughed.
 
Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto
Note: Since unlike my character, I'm pretty awful with foreign languages (And for sheer convenience sake); I'll make a note in this box of what is what.
₁ German
₂ Spanish
₃ Arabic

Huge's assessment was accurate. Steve had absolutely no clue where anything was in this kitchen. Never mind how he'd cook half of it. He opened up the different cabinets in search of both cooking utensils and ingredients with mixed results. It was probably quite the amusing sight, no less because of the occasional muttering he gave off.

"Right... Can't make anything easy in here."₁

"Is this a frying pan? No. Wok."₂

"Gonna end up starting a fire knowing my luck."₃

What was worse was that he did not talk to himself in one language, but rather several. To Steve this was a normal practice, to surround himself in language all the time and let it better sink in. He set electronic devices to default to foreign tongues and even write his notes in multiple scripts to better test himself. Even his parents would go along with it to a certain extent so as to encourage the knowledge in. He didn't consider himself a genius in any sense of the word. But in this he did shine. Of course with him practicing this without realizing it and the stresses of the day still prevalent in his mind, it took him embarrassingly long to notice the pair who'd also entered the kitchen area.

"Bloody hell!" Came Steve's outburst as he turned to suddenly find he was not alone in the room. Taken aback briefly, Steve settled down soon enough with the feeling he might have to get used to people appearing out of nowhere.

"Don't suppose either of you have to power to conjure cooked food out of thin air?" He asked only half joking. He'd given up and simply slotted some bread into a toaster. Basic, yes. But it'd get the job done.
 

Location: Titans Tower
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul BainOfBridges BainOfBridges @sitanomoto

Note: I have no clue if these items are, actually, at the kitchen. But I would be worried as to what kind of kitchen we are if not.


Whatever words Steve began to mutter, the man was - not interested. Not like he didn't care about what language he was talking about or whether or not it was actually a language instead of some random rambling, but he took it as whispers and he allow privacy. As long as those rumors do not include him.

Huge then turned around slightly in order to look at the other one from Steve's statement, since 'Either of you' might give you a very scary idea if you are not even aware of a second presence; or perhaps he was curious as if the man was capable to see ghost. The disappointment it was for him when the actual second actor on his constant imagination was both physical corporeal and a female; the correct word would be actress.

Regardless, "No - I don't." he responded to Steve's commentary, probably it was a good joke though Huge took it quite literal. He changed directions as to pay attention to the kitchen. There has been even less spots to check once Steve already moved through a few. Of course he would re-check those cabins just to make sure he did not miss something. It was not like he underestimated his capabilities of observation... well, probably a little; but the reason to check once more is to find something to actually cook - instead of just... toast.

He searched for rice, more bread, probably some cheese or olives oil and oregano (spice) - Not to mentions the correct kitchen instruments as to prepare everything. Instead of using an electronic toaster he hoped to find something more, old, as to burn the bread with fire and cut it into little cubes. The olives oil would go over the rice once done, alongside with the oregano. The cheese and the bread cubes would give it consistency to the food. It would take around 5 or 10 minutes, it all depended on how fast Huge moved from one place to the other.

"You look agitated." he expressed cold and quickly, his cyan-cold eyes did not help to ease the question. The machine-like man register his movement and projected it down with words, "You said - 'Bloody hell' - Why?" if it sounded like interrogation, then Steve was correct to think so. Though the word seems both violent and oppressing, the essence of interrogation is to gather Intel Huge does not have through questioning.

At last he would not forget the second one behind him. A girl. The both seem to be of the same age, or around. Though the woman seem to be rather exposed, not hiding herself through jokes but using t-shirts that resembled her way of thinking by a simple print. Me, Sarcastic? Never... Huge would so think, "Good. I prefer conversations to be plain and simple." something clearly went missing when he read that t-shirt from far away. Not like reading it any closer would make a difference.
 

Rebecca Drake, Blackbird
Location: Titans Tower, 14th Floor, Kitchen.
Tags: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul , ShadowBroker ShadowBroker , BainOfBridges BainOfBridges
Becky laughed at Steve's surprised reaction, finding it immensely amusing, and then watched Huge as he meandered about the kitchen. "Nope. No powers here. Just average old me." She shrugged.

Huge asked his question, but Becky answered before Steve could. "I think he was just a little surprised to have two people behind him that he didn't know we're there." She looked up at the man whose name so aptly fit his appearance as he busied himself with making rice, and then back at Steve and his toasting bread.

Just toast. That wouldn't do. "No offense, but I think I can make you something that would taste better than just toast." This was her regular (albeit slightly brash) way of offering to make him some food. Attempting to make a friend. "Do you like Pasta? Sandwiches? Pancakes?" She began opening the cupboards herself and looking to see what was there. "I can probably make you some breakfast, even though it's kind of late in the day for that....." She opened the fridge, skirting around Huge carefully so as not to bother him with his rice cooking. "Maybe a smoothie?" She looked Steve up and down. "What's your name again?" She said in an offhanded way.

She really was trying to be nice, although it didn't occur to her that the rapid-fire questions might come off as overwhelming.
 
Location: Titan Tower 14th Floor, Kitchen
Tags: ShadowBroker ShadowBroker sitanomoto sitanomoto BainOfBridges BainOfBridges

Having 'warmed up' from the tests, Scyleia took her briefcase and took the lift to the twelfth floor. Once she located her room, she unpacked the few personal effects she'd had shipped here, inspected the accommodations and found them...well, more than she needed. Scyleia opened up her briefcase, sorted through its contents and promptly filled out the survey. After logging into her computer and setting up her work email, the Amazon shook her head at how much had changed in her decades away from this world. And decided to swim it off.

So she found a swimsuit and headed to the roof. After swimming a few dozen laps, Scyleia's muscles burned with unfamiliar exertion owing to the PDDs and she chuckled as she pulled herself out, a bit incredulous that this technology could make her body fight the resistance of a much heavier gravity but still allow her to float in water. How in Athena's name did that work?

Toweling off, Scyleia then headed down to the kitchens to put together something to eat. She emerged into the expansive facility and immediately stopped, slightly surprised to discover three of her team mates already present.

"I don't know that we actually did introductions," she said, as an observation and as a way of announcing her presence to the otherwise preoccupied men and woman. "I'm Scyleia. Scyleia Lancaster. And if you need a cook, I'll make what you like...once you show me how to operate whatever they've done to stoves in the last fifty years."
 
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