Caineachu
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Post by Caineachu on Aug 1, 2012 20:39:42 GMT -5
Alex looked at this Edouard character introducing himself in front of her. As much as she was a fan of the manners on him, she was personally never a fan of the Doctors they'd send along with them, and most times would even wait until she got back to the Institution before getting treated. She only trusted one other person to take care of her, but Mack was never one for service on the frontlines. It was a shame, really, since he was such a good Doctor, but at the same time, she liked him being safe back at his office.
"What else do you do besides treat Manifested?"
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Post by Nyx Aeterna on Aug 2, 2012 0:07:51 GMT -5
Lakshmi noted the little strike of fear in the doctor's eyes upon meeting her own. While she was not actually using her special little "talent" during laid back moments such as these, she still had excellent vision and couldn't help but feel a bit smug at his reaction. A doctor who got nervous looking at a Manifested, who were usually regarded with contempt, at least in her experience. Not that she'd ever mention it to this man, but she preferred her personal doctor to ones who were assigned. Glancing over at the redhead, Lucky judged that she felt the same.
Well, all personal preferences aside, having a doctor was better than being without one.
At Roger's comment, Lakshmi looked at him with mild surprise, pleased by his knowledge. "You know your fun facts," she said with a smile, accepting his compliment with warmth. She liked compliments. "Thank you. I am rather fond of my name as well."
Returning to business with another bite of her muffin-pastry-food-thing, whatever it was, Lakshmi looked to their doctor, awaiting his response to Alex's question.
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Post by nocturne on Aug 2, 2012 0:25:13 GMT -5
"Is there much time for anything else anymore?" Edouard's eyes widened slightly. "The Sky has cracked, and out of heaven has been cast the worm which taints our world. My job is to 'out the worm', as they used to say. And there's a lot of worm to out."
His eyes scanned the two manifested and the standard, noting that some carried firearms. That was a sensible precaution -- if they had ammunition for them. Like everything else in this world, supplies were diminishing. And these three were so damned young! They accepted their shattered world as normal; had few memories of the Bad Years, before Containment.
And the question he hadn't really answered, what did Edouard do besides treat Manifested? He preferred not to think on that.
He felt the walls building between them already; he accepted that lot when he took the job with IntSec. The distrust. The presuming looks. The isolation.
It was probably safer that way.
He turned back to Roger, who seemed to prefer making small talk and drinking coffee to accomplishing their mission. Perhaps this was some small social grace; Edouard was insensate to it.
"Mister Norman, are there others we are waiting on? There is much to do."
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Caineachu
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Post by Caineachu on Aug 2, 2012 11:23:51 GMT -5
"No, I meant what can you do combat-wise." She moved her feet off from the table, leaning forward to grab an uneaten pastry. "If things get too hairy out there, you might be on your own, and I don't like losing men."
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Post by nocturne on Aug 2, 2012 15:08:49 GMT -5
He turned back to Alex. He had a hard time reading her. Was she serious? Did she think IntSec would send a wet-behind-the-ears baby-Doc into the wild?
He took a mental deep breath. Her concern could be genuine; she didn't know him, and only a fool trusted someone she'd just met. And he'd probably made a mistake in assuming the Social Worker standard was team lead. Now he'd eat the humble pie and like it.
"I joined the Force when I was sixteen. I lied about my age, and the recruiter knew it, but they were so short of people then they just stamped my papers and moved me on. Infantry for six years, two as a a combat medic. I was picked up for Medical Advanced after that. Transitioned to Doctor, but still did field duty."
"So what do I do in combat? I keep you alive and kicking until you can't kick anymore, and then I give you some stuff to make you kick. And if all else fails, I call in for more folks." Edouard took out a treasured field phone, all solid-state and vacuum tubes. "Range is lousy, and the static'll make you go deaf, but it works well enough to get some help if we need it."
"If push comes to shove, I'll get you out, if it can be done, and then I'll put you back together and we'll do it again tomorrow."
"So what exactly are we doing, that you're concerned that I might need to kill the people I'm expecting to help?"
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Caineachu
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Post by Caineachu on Aug 2, 2012 15:24:45 GMT -5
"I think I can get out and kick just fine on my own, thanks." She had a hard time trying to read this guy, and wasn't even sure if she liked him yet or was just irritated. "As long as you can take care of yourself in the field, then welcome to the team. Just don't hold us back. As for what we may be doing, it's probably another day of capturing unlicensed Manifested."
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Post by Nyx Aeterna on Aug 2, 2012 18:09:48 GMT -5
Lakshmi nodded in agreement with Alex's idea of what was going on with today's work. "You do not need to get defensive when we ask you questions," she said to the doctor, beginning to finger-comb her hair. "As soon as we are given the order to leave, then you will join us and we will get work done. It will probably be dangerous, or possibly as easy as finding a little child who just manifested. We do not know. We are just being prepared." She began to tie her hair in a thick bun on the top of her head. "Either way, as a team we must function. So we need to know if you will be helping, which clearly you will." Satisfied that her long hair was now out of the way, Lakshmi took a smaller pastry off the table. "I just hope we know what we are doing soon. I am a little bored sitting around waiting."
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Caineachu
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Post by Caineachu on Aug 2, 2012 22:50:40 GMT -5
Alex took another bite of pastry. She could eat these things all day. "We should be getting orders soon, as other people start coming in-" Before she could even finish her sentence, a few people moved past the door, heading to where the armory was. Someone, probably one of the higher ranking Social Workers judging by his fancier outfit, stopped in the doorway. "There's been reports of a riot forming in the Quarantine Zone, you four need to come with us to the Armory."
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Post by nocturne on Aug 3, 2012 21:57:10 GMT -5
Edouard, relieved at the need not to further justify his existence, moved after the Social Work officer. He was pleased to note that, once the order to move came, the Social Workers were efficient in preparing themselves for the field. He was also slightly alarmed that Social Work had its own cache of Arms. Definitely something to put in his report back to GDF/NL.
"Before we move out I have one more element to grab -- my comm gear. It won't take me long; it's backpack-mounted. Goes with this thing." He tapped the communicator again. "Increases the range, and I can reach the Institute DEM to get additional info."
"But I don't mind suiting up. My riot gear is back in IntSec headquarters."
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Caineachu
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Post by Caineachu on Aug 3, 2012 22:38:06 GMT -5
Alex moved after the officer and Edouard, noticing his facial expression at seeing the Armory. "These are all our own personal arms we all brought in ourselves. If we waited for IntSec to get us our weapons, we still wouldn't have them." She moved to her own locker, opening it. All she grabbed was her taser from the shelf in the middle and her jacket before closing it again as the officer turned to Edouard. "Might not be time to get all that, we need to move out."
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Post by nocturne on Aug 3, 2012 23:38:51 GMT -5
"It's just in the office," Edouard says truculently, feeling he'd been set up. He had hoped he could put the rivalry between Social Work and IntSec behind him. It was bad enough with the bastards at the Institute, looking down their nose at him every time he made a request for information. Now this.
Still, it beat the hell out of patrols and "Rat-runs", draglining through the Outer Zones picking up everybody, testing bloods and checking dataplates and registration. Those always got messy, and Social Work always howled later about the heavy-handed work of the Patrols.
He had his light mesh on, but missed the heavier helmet and strap-over plates. After a thought, he took off his duster and threw it at the desk he'd taken over. It was warm and had a certain cachet, sure, but it was terribly impractical if he was going to wade into a riot. He strapped on the backpack, secured his medkits, and checked both his pistol and his needler.
He returned to where the others were. "I'll need a locker, eventually. I'm here long-term." He smiled crookedly, "Seems my own people don't want me around either."
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Post by Nyx Aeterna on Aug 3, 2012 23:57:17 GMT -5
Silently, while partially ignoring the conversation between Alex and the doctor, Lakshmi walked to her locker and took out her little necessities: a revolver, extra ammunition, her salvaged Swiss Army knife, a taser for her back pocket, and a dark-colored fedora, which she placed neatly on her head, covering her bun entirely and keeping her hair out of anyone's reach. As an extra precaution, she pinned the fedora onto her hair to keep it from falling off.
Lakshmi glanced down at her belt which housed her weapons. "Can never be too careful," she muttered to herself, adding her sunglasses as a final touch before turning back to the assembled team.
(we should wait for Cast now, guys.) [/size]
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Post by Castoro Chiaro on Aug 5, 2012 13:02:19 GMT -5
(Yeah guys, let's wait 'til this Cast person gets their act together and posts. ...wait.) "Mister Norman, are there others we are waiting on? There is much to do." Roger gave a small shrug from behind his mug of coffee; it really depended on the severity of the case load for the day, and if it was mild, this would be all they needed. It was all he had time to do anyway, before the other two started interrogating the poor guy. For his part, Roger liked him. He respected a man who knew what he could do and just did it. Sounded like he had far more initiative than most, enlisting at such a young age. Those types came in handy in the field. They weren't distracted by sentimentality, either for their enemy, or for an injured or fallen comrade; they were doing their job and could accept the inevitable tragedies that came with it. Edouard would make a handy addition to the team. He'd just polished off his mug of coffee and was reaching for the popular tray of pastries when the orders came in. A riot? Well, that was interesting. Not unexpected at all; conditions were shit in the quarantine zones right now. People were getting angry, they were feeling unheard. So when talking stopped working, shouting and violence seemed to have a way of drawing attention. He trailed after the others to the Armory, his pace as casual as it was when he walked to work this morning. He slipped his jacket off a moment to don a bullet-proof vest, picking a shotgun from the stock of weapons. He'd always preferred something with a bit more bite than a handgun. Besides, he liked the idea of keeping people at a distance. Being sure he had some spare ammunition and the standard issue revolver, Roger waited for the others to be ready to go.
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Post by Nyx Aeterna on Aug 5, 2012 15:21:28 GMT -5
Once she was ready, Lakshmi went to stand by Roger, giving him a friendly nod. "Shotgun is an interesting choice," she commented, knowing she herself wouldn't choose that particular weapon, but found it a good idea. "Certainly good to take care of the riots."
As they waited for the team to be ready to go, she thought about the said riots. While not uncommon, she still did not like them. She knew that they had to keep the people down, and that they needed to be quarantined if they were in that zone, but could still sympathize with their resentment of being kept away from "normal" people. After all, they were once normal too, just like she'd been. But regardless, they were a danger to the greater good. And if they wanted to get out of those conditions, she thought, they could choose a better method than simply rioting. That will get nothing productive done.
Lakshmi nodded to Alex and the doctor when she caught their eye. "Are we ready?" she asked, placing her sunglasses over her eyes. The dark glasses almost entirely covered her fissures; you had to really look to tell that they were there. It never hurt to keep the enemy ignorant of your power.
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Post by Tilting Clock on Aug 5, 2012 23:07:38 GMT -5
(Hey, guys! In the interest of not keeping things at HQ for too much longer, I'm dropping my character at the riot.)
Ashton's steady glare could be felt clean through his sunglasses. The front of them was all one, continuous sheet of shatter-resistant lens, no sporty frame to pop out lenses and leave him looking like a hipster. That would be horrid. The downside was that his glowering brow rested directly on the top edge of the glasses, leaving a tinge of pain that maintained his rage.
Right now, that glare was cast out over a crowd of his workers shouting angrily at the men who formed the "Do Not Cross Or Be Shot" zone along the west of Ashton's construction site. Something had set them off this afternoon, maybe tensions between the hard-working crewmen and the silent, heavily-armed overseers had finally sparked. It was always like this in the QZ, at least it was always just under the surface. You toil and you build in your sandbox, trying to pretend that you're not in the middle of a damn desert on all sides, that you're not missing out on anything. These guys weren't in the mood to pretend today, but Ashton would just as soon they go home alive to protest another day.
His hands got to talking, which meant his interpreter to his left got to squawking through the megaphone. Jesse never missed a beat. Ever. Ashton had once seen the young man eat his lunch while interpreting careful instructions for the crane operator. Not a single garbled or late word. "Alright, guys!" Jessie hollered through the amplifier. "We're all tired and edgy, but let's come and yell at the boss about it! He's the jerk making us work out here in the sun, anyway!"
Jesse lowered the megaphone from his lips and cast a longways glance. "Think it'll work?"
Ashton responded by motioning something crude.
Jesse snorted. "You can say that again."
Ashton did just that.
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