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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 13, 2013 2:14:26 GMT -6
Cécile had been given a momumental task. Adam had foolishly entrusted her with the task of warning people about the Logi and the impending alien invasion. She had several problems, though. First of all, she didn't work for the government or any organization with any kind of pull. Secondly, over half her information came from a mind link with Adam. Somehow she didn't think people would be really perceptive to the idea that she knew because she had mind melded with an alien. Thirdly, this space ship wouldn't mean much to most people. Yeah it was proof that weird shit happened. But it would likely take people some time to realize that Earth's location had been confirmed and that a group of data bot alien conquerors were on the way to make Earth their own.
She supposed she did have a few advantages in her ball park, though. First of all, she'd always been a fuck expectations kind of girl. She had always been blunt to the point of rudeness. She was used to offending others' sensibilities. She wouldn't be too hurt if people found her claims ludicrous or her insane. Secondly, she was KyoryuCyan and so she had met her fair share of other super heroes however briefly. She knew the psychology of some of them which gave her confidence with her really basic plan. Really...It didn't deserve to be called a plan.
She had flooded the internet with advertisements and streets with posters. (She had called in some favors and thrown some money around to make sure her posters had been posted in every major country.) Her message had been as followed.
"This is KyoryuCyan calling on all superheroes anywhere. I don't care where you're from or what your abilities are. Mage or mecha please, please, please come to *insert Austrian coordinates* at 2:00p.m. on Friday 13th. And no, this isn't meant to bring you bad luck! It's just that a shitstorm's coming and we need to move fast. You need to come in person so I can properly explain the situation. Trust me, it's weird shit and you'll want some sort of proof. But I can't do anything on my own. Any able bodied people who know the world is much more complicated than it appears please come with an open mind. Seriously, I could really use some help. Thanks for your time and I hope to see you on Friday the 13th."
She figured she'd get more people if she used her hero name. Plus, she really didn't want to freak out her father. Some heroes would likely believe this to be a trap. Others would think this was beneath them or not worth their time. But she hoped some people of influence would come. She supposed it would be hoping too much for Adam to show up and help her. But she could afford to be optimistic. No, she needed to be optimistic. She really didn't want to explain this on her own.
She was here, in her KyoryuCyan form. It was 1:00p.m. She had arrived early so she could answer the questions of any early comers. She nervously paced back and forth, waiting to see if anyone would heed her message and actually show up. Of course it was also possible that some enemies of KyoryuCyan might arrive as well. Her message was out there for anyone to see. She tried not to worry about it and continued to pace.
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Post by Riley Martin on Sept 20, 2013 9:15:13 GMT -6
Riley checked his G-Responder, making sure everything was ready. It still took a few seconds for his armor to appear, but he figured he'd have time. He had one hand resting on the grip of his sidearm as he approached the location. He had been tasked with checking this out, and eliminating any hostiles for the sake of SABER.
Well, there was a cyan figure there. He figured that was "KyoryuCyan", but he still drew his weaponas a precaution and slowly approached, weapon down. He moved with a military-like precision, safety off.
"KyoryuCyan?" he shouted as he approached, keeping his legs bent, ready to move.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 20, 2013 9:41:00 GMT -6
Cécile wasn't sure whether she should be relieved or terrified when someone finally approached the area. She supposed it was good that someone had considered this at least worth checking out. Yay for her! But now she had to try and give this person a coherent explanation that they'd actually find plausible. Boo for her! Stupid Adam! She was grateful for the mind melding experience and the opportunity to try and crack a psychic language but really...Why did he have to dump all this on her and go traveling somewhere else?! What could be more important at the moment than...Well she did know as a result of linking minds but still...He trusted her to much. Cécile was too straightforward and blunt to play diplomat. She certainly had a hard time getting people to listen to her.
"Yup, KyoryuCyan at your service," she said brightly, approaching the man. "And what might I call you?"
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Post by Riley Martin on Sept 20, 2013 11:26:21 GMT -6
He kept his gun down, but finger on the trigger just in case. He figured he might need it yet.
"Riley Martin," he said with his Australian accent, "SABER operative: GENERATION 3 armor." They were a military-based unit, and had jurisdiction and power, so hopefully throwing out that name would be a good move to start with.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 20, 2013 11:34:52 GMT -6
Holy shit! This man was from the military?! What in the world was he doing here?! Cécile didn't have any sort of power or influence and she barely had enough evidence to begin to back up her story.
She tried to remind herself that it was okay if this person thought she was nuts. He wouldn't be the first. It was simply important that she tried to convince someone that there were a group of alien conquerors on the way. Or at least convince them to look into the matter.
Well he'd offered his name so she supposed it was only fair to offer hers. "Cécile Simard, unfortunate person who witnessed something she's completely incapable of dealing with," she said jokingly. She was glad she had seen it. She did want to try and help. Still, on her own she was screwed. An army of data aliens? Yeah...A little bit out of her depth.
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Post by Riley Martin on Sept 20, 2013 11:37:58 GMT -6
He lifted his left wrist to his mouth, "Requesting information; Cécile Simard." He lowered it and put his hand onto his gun again, "And what is it that you witnessed?" he questioned. He needed information, both on this girl (which he would get from headquarters) and on whatever this was about. He needed to relay anything of importance, and then figure out where to go from there.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 20, 2013 11:46:38 GMT -6
It briefly dawned on Cécile that maybe revealing her name had been really dumb. It did sort of counteract the whole point in coming in armor. Well, she did want to die. If it caused problems for her later she'd deal or end up in a coffin. She supposed it was a win, win.
"Okay, you're probably going to think I'm nuts regardless but if you'll follow me I'd like to show you something. That should at least help." She started walking off in the proper direction, assuming he'd follow. At least Adam had left her with the spaceship and damaged data bot for proof. It had certainly been a pain, hiding it. And she had to constantly keep watch on it to make sure it wasn't removed or destroyed before she could use it for evidence.
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Post by Riley Martin on Sept 20, 2013 11:49:07 GMT -6
He followed, tightening his grip with his right hand as he lifted his wrist again, "Keep monitoring," he said, "I'm on the move." He followed after her, taking his second grip back up again. He himself figured that she was genuine, but he couldn't discount this as some sort of trap. He wanted that information; that would really help him to figure this out.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 20, 2013 11:59:08 GMT -6
After a good bit of hiking up a hill she finally made it to the proper location. She smiled wryly, recalling how Adam had just teleported her here before because he didn't feel like making the run. Hikes didn't bother Cécile, though. She was in good shape and enjoyed the exercise. She typically had too much pent up energy anyway.
She spent the next half hour removing tree branches, dirt, and the like to uncover the spaceship. She waved her hands at it. "This is a Logi ship," she said clearly and concisely. "Logi are a race of data-forms. They're like living computer programs. They follow the orders of their creator Data Overmind. The Logi have a massive army and the scout on this ship activated the secondary transmitter not too long ago which means that the Logi have confirmed that this is a viable planet to attack."
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Post by Riley Martin on Sept 20, 2013 12:03:30 GMT -6
He repeated the information into his G-Responder. There was something here, so that meant they'd have to come and investigate, and then they could see if there was any validity to these specific claims the woman was making.
Finally. Her information.
He lowered his arm and stood where he was, "You're just a young woman," he told her, "With a brother who's a murderer. Why should I believe the story as you tell it?"
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 20, 2013 12:08:29 GMT -6
When the man finally spoke she knew that tone. She'd expected it. Of course his words were riddled with disbelief and dout. He hadn't seen what she'd seen. He hadn't linked minds with an alien who had experienced this sort of raw destruction and conquest before. She began to contemplate how she could best convince him to at least investigate the matter when he mentioned her brother.
She froze. "Don't you dare call my brother a murderer!" she shouted. "You know nothing about...Wait...What?!" It took a second to sink in. He's said 'who's a murderer' not 'who was a murderer'.
"What do you mean 'who's a murderer'?!" she demanded. "My brother died eight years ago!" Well technically committed suicide but there was no point in mentioning that.
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Post by Riley Martin on Sept 20, 2013 12:13:14 GMT -6
"Semantics of words," he said, "Even dead, his sins aren't washed clean. I wouldn't call it as such if he had killed for a reason, but what I was told is that he murdered your mother in cold blood. That makes him irredeemable in my eyes; a murderer whose sin will always be there."
He tightened his grip on his gun, wanting to draw it up. He wasn't sure what to make of her anger, if it might provoke her or not. He almost wanted it to, to see what she could do. He wanted to know if she was worthy of the title she bore, and what better way than fighting? Either against him or against someone or something else?
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 20, 2013 12:23:38 GMT -6
Cécile was seething. She had never been known for her self restraint, particularly when her brother was involved; but, she struggled to hang onto some semblance of calm. She was not here to argue about what Adrian had done or what he had been like. She was here to try and convince someone to look into this whole Logi threat thing. But still...She was livid! What right did he have to judge her brother so harshly?! He had no idea of what both of them had been through.
"You have no idea what that monster of a woman did! Adrian was only trying to protect me!" she snapped. She was once more overwhelmed by a sense of guilt. If she hadn't become hysterical maybe her brother wouldn't have pulled the trigger. If she had only tried to calm Adrian down instead of freaking out...Would things have been different?
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Post by Riley Martin on Sept 20, 2013 12:25:50 GMT -6
"Protection and murder are two different things," he told her, "I've protected many people from monsters, and from other people. But never once have I crossed the line into murder." His arms wanted to rise, but he kept them down. No; he didn't want to aim his firearm at her. Besides, if he was going to engage, he was going to go in with his armor.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 20, 2013 12:32:29 GMT -6
"It's so easy for you to sit back on your high horse and judge him," she spat. "You weren't there! You don't know what happened! You have no idea what it was like and yet you presume to tell me exactly how he should have acted?!" she screamed. Oh the stories she could tell him! But she wouldn't. She didn't need to be treated like damaged goods.
Oh how she wanted to slap this person but that would be a really terrible idea. Particularly with armor. She was breathing hard. She needed to try and calm down. Adrian wouldn't want her to lose it like this. He'd want her to do the right thing and focus on the Logi. But he wasn't here and this man was looking down on him!
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