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Post by Mystique on Feb 27, 2006 17:07:14 GMT -5
The briefing room is a large conference room with a table in the center and a number of televisions against the wall, as well as one large central screen. There is a computer desk set up near the front of the room, and a projector is attached to the ceiling, aimed at a retractable screen that pulls down to cover the front wall.
Before most large missions, the Guard and Hellions will be gathered in this room to be briefed.
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Post by Mystique on Feb 27, 2006 17:20:36 GMT -5
She sat at the head of the table, glancing up at the clock. It was relatively early, but not early enough that she expected anyone to be late from sleeping in. Mostly because if they did, they'd be given some sory og unholy duty around the base, and no one wanted that. Except the janitorial staff, who were always glad to not have to clean out certain bathrooms.
Standing up, she moved over to the computer, pulling up the list of who would be paired with whom for the mission. Scanning it one last time, she fed it to the projector, double checking the list before sitting down at the table again. If the Hellions arrived before any of the Guard did, heads were going to roll.
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Post by Magik on Feb 27, 2006 19:24:20 GMT -5
Fortunately the briefing room was close enough to her own that Illyana could easily teleport to it without having to go through Limbo, a small favor to say the least. Of course, the ability to do that simply made her feel worse about not having been able to figure out how to rid herself of Limbo altogether. There had to be a way. She simply couldn't see it.
As the light circle deposited her in the room and then faded away, Illyana nodded to Mystique. "Morning, sir," she said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall so she could keep an eye on both the door and her superior. Best to stay alert. Her pride was still stinging slightly over the fact that one of the mutant terrorists had nearly gotten the drop on her the other day. Something she should have said thank you to Carol for. But that would have implied that she cared, which was not the case.
Speaking of Carol, she was slightly surprised that she wasn't already here. Actually, she was somewhat shocked that she had managed to beat everyone but Mystique. She was, apparently, the only one without a life, which was fine with her. Lives took effort she simply didn't care to bother with.
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Post by Surly Canuck on Feb 27, 2006 20:01:28 GMT -5
Cool female voice and the scent of sulfur, not quite covering the scent of Raven in the room ahead. So Rasputin was the only one there so far, figured some of the others woulda beat him, really. He sure as shit hadn't rushed.
Logan shifted the cigar between his teeth as he pushed the door open and sauntered into the room, bib of his jacket hanging open over a wrinkled black t-shirt and bulky-ass shinguards not yet buckled in place. He'd do the buttoned, zipped, polished and presentable routine for the public or a review, but damned if he'd bother for anything else.
"Raven, Rasputin," he grunted as he settled on the edge of the table near Mystique and propped one booted foot up on a chair. Tapping the ash from his stogie casually out on the floor, he took a swig of his coffee and looked meaningfully around the mostly empty room.
"What, no one doing any early morning ass-kissing today?" he asked Raven with a smirk before taking another long drag on his cigar and blowing the smoke out in a long stream. Usually he was nowhere near the first to show up for these little shindigs.
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Post by Siryn on Feb 27, 2006 22:11:02 GMT -5
Theresa looked at herself in the mirror and grimaced. She had covered up her night of partying pretty well but she also knew what was below the surface and it didn't help that she was slightly hung over and facing the Red Guard. Not just the Red Guard, but Mystique. God, if she screwed up now, not even her father could get her in. She knew, just knew, this was her one chance and Terry was determined to make the most of it.
Making sure the Hellions official uniform was in pristine condition and that her unruly red hair was pulled back into a braid that she know would have pieces loose in no time (she once again cursed her real father for giving her his hair, of all things), Terry took a deep breath and left her room. She considered waiting for Paige but this was too important, even to wait for probably the closest thing she had to a best friend, for.
Quickly making her way across the campus, she arrived at Red Guard head quarters and made her way to the briefing room. It wasn't too often that the Hellions were called on missions but even then she'd been to the room on numerous occasions. Stopping outside the door to once again straighten her uniform and hair out, Terry plastered on a smile and entered the room confidently. She was the first Hellion there and because of that, she felt a bit smug. One more thing to rub in Jono and Josh's faces.
“Good morning, Ms. Darkholme, Ms. Rasputin, Mr. Logan,” she addressed each of them as she looked them each in the eye. Taking a seat where she would be able to see and hear everything, Terry waited for the others to show up and they could find out what was going on.
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Post by Husk on Feb 27, 2006 22:38:40 GMT -5
Paige had already been up for hours, pouring over textbooks, making notes in different colored ink on a tablet of lined paper when she glanced at the clock and realized that if she didn't hurry up, she was going to be late. Well, not late but less punctual than she liked, which was anywhere from between fifteen minutes to a full half an hour before she was scheduled to be anywhere.
Any ill effects from the night before seemed to have burned themselves away in the three hours of sleep she had gotten. More like fought for. Woke up about every half hour or so and had finally thrown in the towel and decided to stay up. It was gonna be one of those days, apparently. Right on track. Energy levels peaking out to maximum, crash due in a couple more days. Hopefully that would give her enough time to get everything important done.
After folding her glasses up and leaving them on the dresser, Paige pulled her hair up and inspected the uniform. Perfect. Sighed and wished she'd made time for a run. Not only was her brother gonna be there, but the rest of the Red Guard as well. Had to prove that she was more than just Sam's little sister. Had to impress them in her own right, and her stomach curling in on itself like a pit full of copperheads wasn't gonna help matters any.
Tucked a pen and a small notebook into one pocket and then set out for the Red Guard head quarters. Slid into the briefing room with a polite smile and a small nod of the head to each of the Red Guard members assembled therein. Mystique, Wolverine and Magik. Something of a dire set. "Morning," she said pleasantly and then slid into the chair next to Terry, giving her friend a smile before she pulled the notebook out and began making rows and columns, adding in dates and times and the names of people present.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 28, 2006 1:41:27 GMT -5
Carol was walking down the hallway as fast as she could. Without actually lifting into the air and flying. It wasn’t as she was late, but being early was always a good thing. Hopefully she wouldn’t be the last one. She felt herself almost skid around the last corner. The price was in sight. Just keep your eye on the goal. Finally the door was in front of her. Taking a second to make sure she looked proper, she then entered.
While she walked in she made sure to look around, to see who was present. Magik, Mystique, Wolverine...and two people from the Royal Academy, from their uniforms. She wasn’t the last one! Cannonball was missing! Mental happy dance.
“Good morning, everyone.” she said cordially. Turning to the two girls she continued, “Hello, I am Carol, nice to meet you.” she said as she shook hands with each of them, as they said their names.
Afterward she took her seat and waited. God, she was so happy she wasn’t the last one. It was almost as if a giant boulder had been lifted off her shoulders. Looking around she did not see the presence of Rogue...wonder what Anna Marie had been up to lately. Last time she saw her was on her way to the dinner at the Palace. Probably, got sent on a special mission. Damn, she always got the lucky breaks.
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Post by White Queen on Feb 28, 2006 2:45:09 GMT -5
Closing her door behind her Emma began to make her way down the hallway. She was wearing her Red Guard uniform. Something she did not get to do very often, since her moving on to be the Headmistress of the Royal Academy. The uniform was always a nice touch but a little bit more covered that she liked. Oh well.
It had really been such so nice for Raven to think of including the Hellions on this mission for the Red Guard. This type opportunity would be great for them, and not something that came every other weekday. Actual field training with the Red Guard is something people don’t expect to be able to do.
Finally Emma had reached the Briefing Room. Time to go in, she had to remember the Hellions were not hers today. She was there to be a field agent nothing more. Walking into the room with confidence that she naturally exudes Emma was pleased to see two of her Hellions had already made an appearance. Good for them since, she went along with Mystique’s idea and let it be a surprised. All they got was a message, saying they would be joining the Red Guard in a mission. To make her, the Academy and Lord Magnus proud. This would be a type of test.
“Good day to all,” was all Emma said as she took a seat and waited for it all to unfold.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Feb 28, 2006 15:54:48 GMT -5
*BAMF*
The briefing room popped into violet-tinted existence; Kurt waved away the swirl of fading brimstone and glanced about the room as he brushed at his arm, flicking away a bit of fuzz from the sleeve of his otherwise impeccable Red Guard uniform. Blue fuzz. Alas, the one lone annoyance of his otherwise favorite of his admittedly many vanities--it tended to create an inordinate amount of lint.
Ah, well, one must suffer for one's charms.
The smirk that curved his lips was aimed at himself, rather than the room full of Would Be Red Guard and their senior counterparts.
Strange, how easily the cold arrogance rose like cream to the surface when he was uniform...in that role. Perfect son, perfect soldier--perfect mutant. The Hellions all coveted a position in the Red Guard, all vying with each other for a chance to don the very uniform Kurt had stared at that morning, scouring it for blemishes--for imperfections. As he did his own reflection once the blasted thing was on--searching for some visible sign that there was a crack in his mask. That there would be some betrayal of the traitorous thoughts plaguing him as of late.
There never was.
He raised his head to his mother in a polite, professional greeting, "Mystique." He said with a curt nod. "So, we're taking the Hellions out for a bit of recreational mayhem?" He tossed a look at the other Red Guard members, "Or is this something more pressing?"
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Post by Chamber on Mar 1, 2006 20:39:38 GMT -5
Bloody hell.
Jono raked his fingers through his disheveled dark hair as he stretched and yawned. Too bloody damn early. He hadn't even seen his own bed until after dawn. And that was after being on the job most of the night since he ditched Cassidy and Foley and Guthrie.
And of course, they had to have a morning drill with the bloody Red Guard this morning. Yawning again, the Brit reached over and snapped the front of his Hellions' uniform shut over his control vest. His was slightly modified, instead of actual buttons on the bib, his were snaps that came apart with a good tug. So he wasn't blowing a bleeding hole in his uniform if surprised.
Making certain his gauntlets, pauldrons, and shin guards were strapped on straight and correctly, Jono ran his fingers through his hair again, which likely didn't help its appearance much. If they wanted him looking bloody parade-ready, they'd better give him more than a bloody hour to get ready.
Pausing as the door whooshed open, he nodded to the Red Guard and Hellions already gathered there. Unfortunately, both harpies were already present, as well as Mystique, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Magik, and Captain Marvel. At least he'd beat Foley here. Meant he was less likely to get a dressing down from Frost, who was already present as well.
Trying to decide which bloody shrew would be less painful to be stuck next to for this lecture, he decided on Guthrie. She was a touch less shrill than Cassidy, and more fun to spar with.
Dropping casually into the chair next to Paige, he folded his arms over his chest and crossed his ankles, slouching in his seat.
< What's goin' on? > he asked the other two Hellions telepathically, knowing only Frost would be able to intercept his mental message. And if she wanted to scold him for 'whispering' in class, she could bloody well answer his bleeding question.
Blind him, it was too early for this tripe.
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Post by Mystique on Mar 1, 2006 23:52:02 GMT -5
Rasputin was the first to arrive, and Raven nodded in reply to her greeting. Good. At least the Hellions wouldn't arrive to find that none of the Guard had made it yet. Logan was the next to enter, his uniform not quite buttoned into place, a cigar hanging between his lips. Typical. In response to his greeting, she simply gave him a stern look, nodding at the bib of his uniform.
"What, no one doing any early morning ass-kissing today?" Glancing at the clock again, the corner of her mouth twitched a bit, almost into a smile. "Just you, it would seem."
Next to arrive was Terry, Tom's girl. She was polished and perfect, obviously trying to impress them. As pretty as she looked in her uniform, all that would matter was how she performed once they got to the site. If they recruited Guard members based on their ability to dress themselves properly, Logan wouldn't have even been considered let alone second in command.
As the next Hellion entered, Raven inclined her head a bit in greeting. Paige was smart. From what Raven had seen, the girl spent a good deal of her time studying, making sure that she knew everything she could. Definitely a valuable asset in the field, provided she was able to utilize that knowledge efficiently. The fact that her brother was a member of the Guard already was also notable. He was a decent fighter, and if it ran in the family, Paige could eventually surpass him in effectiveness in the field.
Agent Danvers entered next, seemingly relieved about something. She greeted the group, introducing herself to the Hellions that hadn't had her for any classes. Shortly after Danvers arrived, Emma stepped into the room, offering her own little greeting and taking her seat silently. Good. Raven had been a bit concerned that Emma would be unable to separate her role as headmaster from her role as Red Guard when it came to missions involving the Hellions. So far, though, she seemed to be doing well.
Glancing at the clock, she frowned. They were still missing people, and it was a good five minutes past the time they were told to report. A small, smelly burst of air announced the arrival of her son, who seemed happy as anything to be there. "Mystique." She frowned, glancing pointedly at the clock. "Du bist spät."
And that was completely unacceptable. She glanced around the room, mentally counting who all was there. They were missing Jono- no surprise, and Cannonball. Samuel had forgotten to report after the mission that they'd gone on the day before, and near as she could tell, he hadn't been back on base since. From Carol and Illyana's reports, she knew that he hadn't been injured or killed. He'd been sent the page just like everyone else. There was no reason for him not to be there.
As Jono walked in and took his seat somewhat grumpily, she frowned. Even the little Brit with the attitude problems was there before Sam. Moving to the computer, she pulled up the program that traced the tracking chips that each Red Guard member had been implanted with. According to the computer, Sam was... hell no.
She looked up, sending the map that appeared on the computer screen to replace the list that had been projected at the front of the room and zeroing in on Illyana. "Agent Rasputin, I need you to head to the location on the map and retrieve Agent Guthrie immediately. Bring him back as you find him. If he refuses to detach himself from the princess, bring her along, too."
She sat down at the head of the table, frowning. She'd hoped that they could get right down to business, but it appeared that there were other, more important matters to attend to. Such as an Agent neglecting his duties to entertain Lorna.
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Post by Magik on Mar 2, 2006 0:46:07 GMT -5
Even as more people trickled into the room, Illyana continued leaning against the wall, arms crossed, silent. She nodded briefly to each person without bothering to make eye contact or exchange any pleasantries. They weren't here for small talk. They were here to get on with business.
Though some people seemed to want to drag it out.
Guthrie, who she had not seen since he blasted away from Hammer Bay the other night, had still not arrived, a feat that even made that little punk Hellion look punctual. It would have been more interesting if she wasn't so bored with it already.
As she watched, Mystique changed the display on the projector from the list to a map. Ah, yes, it was easy to tell where this was going, wasn't it? Sam wasn't here. Apparently, Sammy boy wasn't even in the complex, which meant operation retrieval.
"Agent Rasputin, I need you to head to the location on the map and retrieve Agent Guthrie immediately. Bring him back as you find him. If he refuses to detach himself from the princess, bring her along, too."
Illyana snapped to attention, suddenly alert now that something actually entertaining was going on. Trying to hide the smirk that flittered across her lips, she saluted. "Yes, sir," she said even as the light from her stepping disc enveloped her, whisking her away to Limbo as Princess Lorna's little beach house was too far away to teleport to directly.
((Exit Illyana to Limbo))
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Post by Magik on Mar 2, 2006 1:24:49 GMT -5
((Enter Illyana and Sam (moved with mod permission) from Limbo))
The entire round trip had probably only taken a couple of minutes, maximum. The instant the teleportation circle flickered out of existence, Illyana stepped away from Sammy boy, trying to keep her grin covered with her hand. Taking her place against the wall, arms folded, she nodded at Mystique. "As you command, sir."
And then waited because the sight of Guthrie in the middle of the briefing room, plucked fresh from Lorna's bed was likely to incur the kinds of comments that she lived to hear. It was a pity that Jean-Paul was otherwise engaged. He would have very likely quite enjoyed this little scene.
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Post by Cannonball on Mar 2, 2006 15:15:46 GMT -5
Sam was pissed. He was angry, and perfectly naked in front of both the Hellions and Red Guard, not that it was much of a problem. He wasn't upset with the nudity, more so with the poor timing and the smug little wake up call from Illyana and being dragged away from the company he so adored without the chance to say anything of it.
He was angry, and clenching a fist had to fight the need to reach out and break the woman's skull into dozens of gory little pieces. Fist clenched into a ball, shield of energy coating his otherwise nude body, Sam's arm was smoking a tad. The thermo chemical energy was on the edge of igniting and make a big mess of little Magik.
Still, they owned him. Regardless of state of dress they owned his ass. She had just been sent to collect. Sam sighed to himself and looked around the room. The anger passed, and he made his way to one of the few remaining seats.
"Agent Darkholme, I apologize for not meeting standard uniform; I'm afraid I didn't have time to spit and polish my shoes."
Taking a seat Sam smiled to his little sister before moving his gaze back to the screen.
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Post by Surly Canuck on Mar 2, 2006 21:24:12 GMT -5
“Just you it would seem,” Raven shot back at him, and Logan lips twitched into a decidedly wicked smile. “Didn’t get the pleasure this mornin’,” he answered, voice pitched for her ears only. “Talk to me about it tonight though an’ maybe we can arrange somethin’.”
The door opened then, and Logan maintained his position on the edge of the table, acrid smoke wafting up from his cigar as the rest of the inmates of their little high end madhouse slowly trickled in. He mostly ignored the Hellions, other than to arch one eyebrow at Tom’s impeccably turned out…and decidedly hung over…spawn. Didn’t mean shit to him if she showed up stark naked or half plastered so long as she did her job and didn’t get in anyone’s way. Besides, she wasn’t his problem. Not today.
Not, of course, that he paid a lot more attention when Guthrie Minor, who was gonna be his problem, made her appearance. Didn’t really give a shit how nicely polished her boots were or how eager she was to be a good little puppy, sniffing ‘round the big dogs. He was a hell of a lot more interested in the fact that no matter how buttoned, zipped and polished Raven looked in that ‘uniform’ she was actually sitting there stark naked. Funny how that’d never ceased to be fascinating after all this time, really.
Danvers next, the merry sunshine bit lost for the moment under a wave of relief that penetrated even through the familiar stench of his stogie. Woman needed to loosen the fuck up, seriously. Course not nearly so much as the ice queen did, though Logan did do the two women the minimal courtesy of a nod and a grunt as they filed in one after the other.
Wouldn’t mind getting in Frost’s pants, really, if it weren’t for that damned telepathy of hers. Didn’t matter that she couldn’t make any more sense of the mess those f**kers had left in his brain than anyone else could, he wasn’t gonna spend any more time in a room with her than he could avoid.
Paid a bit more mind when Blue Boy showed up, but that was mostly because the stench of his teleport was enough to stink up the whole bloody room bad enough that even Logan’s cigar couldn’t cover it.
"Du bist spät." mummy dearest spat, ignoring the spawn’s standard witticisms in favor of making her point. Her kids didn’t get away with shit any more than anyone else did, maybe less, actually, which was a good thing. Buckethead had the spoiling the shit out of his little darlings routine taken care of well enough as it was. And as for Darkholme, the kid probably coulda been here twenty minutes ago if he hadn’t spent what Logan would bet was most of the last hour pissing around with making the perfect presentation.
“Ja, und du aus allen Knopflöchern stinken,” he added with a smirk in the kid’s direction as another set of footsteps sounded in the hall and Starsmore’s distinctively…well, dead…scent preceded him into the room.
And that appeared to be it, leaving the knitting circle short one body. One body that hadn’t bothered to report back in, or so much as darken the Treskellion’s door, last night. Raven’d obviously noticed as well, and it only took her a moment to track the little f**ker through his implant and display his location to the room at large.
Well, shit, daddy’s little princess had added another notch to the bedpost last night. How the fuck had Guthrie managed to last this long in the Guard when he apparently did his thinking with what was hanging between his legs? 'Course, given what Logan’d seen of that in the locker rooms he was thinkin’ the boy didn’t have a helluva lot to work with either.
"Agent Rasputin, I need you to head to the location on the map and retrieve Agent Guthrie immediately. Bring him back as you find him. If he refuses to detach himself from the princess, bring her along, too."
Well, naked Lorna in the briefing room’d liven up the festivities a bit he figured, and Logan crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk as he waited to see what Rasputin dragged in. Only took about two minutes, and then a steaming pile of sex-stinking, naked ass Guthrie was dropped in the middle of the room as Rasputin settled back against the wall. All part of a day’s work in the looney bin.
He watched the kid, muscles tensed as he noted both the little f**ker’s rage and the fact that he’d powered up his shield as he stood there, naked and fuming and apparently thinking of taking it out on the messenger. Relaxed minutely when the big head apparently kicked in and he offered a half-assed excuse for an apology and took a seat like there wasn’t a damned thing wrong. Even smiled at Guthrie Minor, who looked and smelled like sinking through the floor was right up there on her list of things to learn how to do just now.
“Y’know, kid,” Logan drawled, voice low and dangerous and without even the slightest trace of humor in it. “If you’ve got trouble figuring out which head is supposed t’be doin’ the thinking?” He slid one claw out, slow-like, and fixed the kid with a cold-eyed glare that better men then he was ever likely to polish boots for had backed down from. “I can make sure you only have one t’worry about.”
((Ja, und du aus allen Knopflöchern stinken - yeah, and you stink to high heaven. Edited to add translation, fix a couple of typos and a word or two.))
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