Session Start: Sat Feb 07 00:01:09 2004
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20040207.log'
<Ire> Session 137: "I'm Tired of this Shit"
<Ire> Time Chart: March 17th, 2222
*** Dias-Car is now known as Dahok
<Ire> Location: The Mega City Police Department
<Ire> GM: *The day has come. Phirax, having petitioned to join the Alternate Unit 5 days ago, has finally been given the appropriate documents. A female officer stands there as Phirax waits in front of her desk, grabbing the file work.*
* Phirax counts the number of time his boot string overlap
<Phirax> .oO(I can't believe i'm actually nervous.)
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* Phirax glances up at the lady
<Ire> Female Officer: Well, it's all here. *she says stiffly* Though I don't know how well your chances of actually getting in are right now. One of the officers in the unit did an ad in the newspaper and they have every moron in town trying to get in
<Phirax> "Oh ummm really...well I guess all I can do is hope for good luck."
<Ire> Female Officer: I suppose. *she says snidely, holding out a folder with Phirax's name on it* This is all your paper work so they can see it, plus some recommendations from your past commanders.
* Phirax accepts the paperwork and nods his thanks.
<Phirax> "So where sould I go now?"
<Ire> Female Officer: Just go outside and walk down the first path on the left, between the buildings. With all the people standing around the building, it would be a miracle if you miss it.
* Phirax smirks then begins to walk out replying, "Well if anyone could miss it, then i'm the man for the job." Chuckling as he exits, he walks toward the crowd.
<Ire> GM: *outside, the sky is covered in dark rain clouds, lightning visible. No rain is falling, but it has considerably cooled everything down. Up ahead, indeed, is a large crowd of people standing around one particular building.*
* Phirax strides up to one of the more friendly looking men, "Where does the line start?"
<Ire> GM: *the man turns, his upper eyebrow twitching as he rubs his hands together* I-I'm not sure. Th-They have a table s--set up over near the front. Ju-Just talk to the guy there. *he pauses, shifting some* Say, do you...do you suppose they'll let me blow shit up?
* Phirax slowly back away nodding and then heads for the afor mentioned table.
<Ire> GM: *indeed, a small table has been set up, with paperwork scattered all around it. Behind the desk in a metal chair is Dahok Fyro*
* Dahok sits on the metal chair, moving around constantly trying to get comfortable in the steel chair of doom
* Phirax rubs his metal hand through his coal black hair, "Should I give you these?" Reaching out his paperwork.
* Dahok leaps back grabbing the chair and flattening it out, he quickly wields it above his head
<Dahok> THE NEXT FRIGGIN GUY THAT WANTS TO BLOW SHIT UP IS GOING TO HAVE THIS CHAIR IMBEDDED INTO HIS FOREHEAD!!!
<Ire> GM: *the previous guy that Phirax talked to hangs his head and walks off sadly*
* Phirax jumps back a little shocked.
<Phirax> "Ummm well I don't want to "Blow Shit Up".....I just want to help out.
<Phirax> "
* Dahok looks at the new guy, sizing him up from head to toe
* Phirax dusts some dirt off his black cargo pants and straitens his gray vest.
<Dahok> Are you prepared to be ridiculed, laughed at, shunned, and ostracized at points because of your job?
<Phirax> Never complained before.
* Dahok holds up several fingers
<Dahok> How many fingers am I holding up?
<Phirax> Several.
<Dahok> ...Close enough. *picks a rock up off the table and tosses it at Phirax's chest*
* Phirax grabs it before it hits him.
<Phirax> (Or catches it...same thing...)
* Phirax crushes it into dust.
<Dahok> Hmmm...*grabs a small stack of what appear to be cards and holds them up, he then pulls one card out of it and shows it to Phirax, on it is a blob of ink roughly in the shape of a ghost*
<Dahok> What do you see?
<Phirax> Ummmm well a blob of ink....with these eyes I can't really make shapes out of ink...
* Phirax points to his Artificial eyes.
* Phirax scratches the back of his head, "Is that bad?"
<Dahok> I'm sorry sir...I was looking for a Ghost...
<Dahok> How do you know if the enemy is good or bad if you can't see very good.
<Garland> (God tells me so!)
<Dahok> NRP: Go be dead.
<Phirax> Ohhh....well...wait! Now that you mention it I dooo see a ghost! *rubs his arm out of nervousness.*
<Dahok> Really? I thought it looked like two dogs making love.
<Ire> NRP: LOL. God tells me. That's what Garland should have said when asked why he killed someone in tGC
* Dahok looks at it and throws the card to the side
<X1-Away> NRP: God talks to me/Tells me, kill some fool/So I doooo
<Phirax> Technically my scan each person I look at and profile them based on Mega City's records.
<Phirax> (*Eyes)
<Dahok> Train A leaves the Station going eastbound at 45 Kilometers an hour. Train B leaves the exact same station going East by North East at 56 Kilometers an hour. When the two trains crash into each other, where do they bury the survivors?
<Phirax> You don't bury the survivors, Sir.
<Ire> GM: *most of the people listening have walked off, realizing they do not know the answers*
<Dahok> Well yeah but if you were paying attention the trains would never of crashed.
<Phirax> Because they were both going east.
<Dahok> One was, the other was going East By North East.
<Dahok> How much gil do you have in your pocket?
<Phirax> ...Depends...how much will get me in?
<Dahok> Are you trying to bribe me?
<Phirax> No no no....
<Phirax> Just testing you!
<Dahok> That's a shame cuz it would've worked.
<Phirax> Oh really!
<Dahok> And the time is up to bribe me.
<Phirax> *mumbles to himself* Ummm
<Dahok> Back to the questionaire.
* Phirax smacks the back of his head mumbleing something about being an idiot.
* Dahok looks around to see how many people are left
<Dahok> How much experience do you have with the supernature and or paranormal?
<Ire> GM: *just around 10-15 now. 30 have left*
<Phirax> Hmmm well I really only have that kinda experience in simulations...but I have been anticipating a chance to try interaction in real life.
<Dahok> You said you had Fake eyes correcT?
<Phirax> Yes, sir.
<Phirax> And Arms of course you can tell by the metal.
<Dahok> Even better, seeing as insurance does no cover eyes or body.
* Phirax nods
<Ire> GM: *5 left now*
<Phirax> Ya know I heard of this great insurance plan being offered here lately for soldiers.
<Ire> GM: *10 now*
<Dahok> Yeah, and we don't get it.
<Ire> GM: *5 again*
<Phirax> Oh...
<Dahok> We're the oddballs and basically are treated as insane.
<Dahok> But it does give us some benefits.
<Phirax> Really?
<Dahok> No...
<Phirax> Oh...
<Phirax> So....ummm do you want to ask about combat experience? Or something along that lines? Field Trainging...ANything?
<Dahok> Did you know that this unit once encountered a ghost that possessed bodies who would burn alive it's victims?
<Dahok> You mean...you have training?
<Dahok> Great...there goes my position.
<Phirax> Ummm yeah....5 years service with the Mega City Police squad.
* Phirax pulls out his old badge.
<Phirax> See.
* Dahok snatches it and bites down on it
* Dahok hands it back
* Dahok rubs his chin
<Dahok> Are you willing to risk your live for a next to nothing wage?
<Phirax> Thats what i've been doing for 5 years.
<Phirax> Why not?
<Ire> GM: *0 people are left now. A lonely newspaper blows up, displaying the ad for the job here at the Alt Unit*
<Dahok> Hmmm....*looks around*
<Ire> *a new voice speaks, from behind* Impressive, Fyro. When you placed that Ad, I thought you would be out here for days.
* Phirax looks toward the origin of the voice.
<Dahok> I would've been if I hadn't snapped about 30 minutes ago.
* Ire stands there, his arms crossed. Dressed in a Mega City Police Uniform, it's obvious by his nameplate that he is Captain Warren Carmichael, leader of this particular unit. His black hair is cut short and his eyes are focused on Phirax, even as he speaks with Dahok.
<Ire> So this is the only person you could find?
* Phirax rubs his head
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<DS_Shall_Return-TOMORROW> NRP: Alright, last thing I got was Phirax rubs his head
<Dahok> You say that now...but in a couple of missions...you might want to claim the other.
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* Phirax nods "Does that mean that i'm a member yet?"
<Dahok> You'll have to ask Ire.
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<Ire> NRP: I will bathe in IRC's blood
-> [Ire] PING
<Phirax> Umm well do you need any proof of training?
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<Ire> NRP: Alright, SOMEONE send me in query what I missed since Phirax scratches his head.
<Ire> NRP: RESUME
* Ire walks forward, holding out his hand toward Dahok.
<Ire> The folder he gave you.
<Dahok> Huh....Oh! *tosses a folder on the table infront of him to Ire*
* Ire grabs it as it slides across the table. He opens the folder, glancing at it.
* Phirax coughs
<Phirax> I hope its good enough.
<Ire> Tell me, Xanatos, why would you want to transfer to this unit after serving with respectable units for almost five years? Is it because you injured yourself in a skirmish last year with British and Canadian forces?
<Phirax> ....Well since that incident I have been outcasted and looked down upon for modifications that made me better...I figured this unit might accept me.
<Ire> Acceptance. *says nothing, his eyes shifting from side to side as he reads the contents in the folder*
<Dahok> If your leader was a drunk, would you still work under his command and follow all his orders?
* Phirax begins to sweat
<Phirax> If I found the orders acceptable...but I wouldn't do anything unjust like killing a child or any of that.
<Phirax> That is where I would probably draw the line.
<Phirax> Other than that...no problem.
<Dahok> Well the worst he's ever done was drop a ki.....err..nothing.
<Ire> That's good to know, Mr. Xanatos. *glances at Dahok from the corner of his eyes*
<Ire> You were born in Britain. How did it feel to fight against your own people last year?
<Phirax> I was just glad that it wasn't my brother...I don't know how I could ever do that.
* Ire taps his finger against the folder, looking at Dahok, then at Phirax.
<Ire> If we were to invade Britain to remove the current terrorist organization there, would you follow my orders despite the cost?
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<Phirax> Of course...i'm a member of Mega City now....Britain was my past...and I choose not to live the past...only progress in the future.
<Ire> Do you have your sidearm on you?
<Phirax> I don't use pistols.....just these. *Pulls out a throwing knife.*
<Ire> A sniper who uses a throwing knife?
<Phirax> I also use a Rifle but that is back at my place.
* Phirax nods.
* Ire pulls out his own rifle, tossing it on the table.
<Dahok> OH and his visions not that clear he says.
<Ire> Pick it up/
* Phirax twirls his knife and puts it back into its place on his vest and the eyes the rifle.
<Phirax> Any type of safeguards?
<Ire> It is ready to be fired the moment you pull the trigger.
* Phirax nods and picks up the rifle scanning every inch of it.
* Ire places a rock on the table in front of Dahok.
<Dahok> ...*eyes Ire*
<Ire> Throw this as high and as far as you can. *looks at Phirax* Hit it before it reaches the ground.
* Phirax nods and readies the rifle.
* Dahok picks it up and drops his hand back getting ready to hurl it
<Dahok> NRP *turns and throws it at Ire's face*
* Dahok throws it forward and high in the air as he can
* Phirax follows it as it acends waiting for it to reach its maximum height then blast it when it does so.
* Ire turns to Dahok.
<Ire> You've done well for the day. Jerry has fixed you some burgers in the kitchen. Go eat.
* Dahok waits for Ire
* Ire looks at Phirax now.
* Phirax gently lays the rifle back onto the table.
<Ire> Come with me.
* Phirax nods, "Yes Sir"
* Phirax then follows
* Ire picks up the rifle and puts it back up. He begins to walk toward the three story building. He steps inside and into the lobby area.
* Dahok follows after the two
* Phirax steps inside the lobby area after Ire.
* Phirax scans the area.
<Ire> GM: *the lobby contains a couch and three chairs. A big screen holovid sits in the lobby. To the left is the stairs and in the back of the room is a doorway leading to the kitchen*
<Ire> You have earned a place on the unit. I'll have your belongings sent over. On the second floor, room 4 is yours.
* Phirax nods "Yes, sir...thank you."
<Ire> As is standard with all of these buildings, all the males share a bathroom/shower and all the females share theirs. Don't...get confused as to which one is which.
<Phirax> Yes, Sir.
<Ire> You're free to do what you will. If you want to eat with Dahok, please do so.
* Phirax nods after his stomach gives a loud "GRUFOIUHIUFGUIRGFGF"
<Ire> ...
* Ire nods, walking up the stairs and out of sight.
* Phirax looks to Dahok, "Are burgers free?"
* Dahok is already gone
<Phirax> ....Oh...hes gone...
* Phirax wonders over to the couch and has a seat.
<Ire> GM: *everything is quiet in here. From the kitchen the smell of food drifts in*
<Phirax> *GFHJGRIUGFLKJGFDH* Hmmmm I think I'll try something to eat...
<Ire> NRP: Your stomach scares me.
* Phirax stands and walks over to the Kitchen door and peers in.
<Phirax> NRP:Lol
<Ire> GM: *the kitchen is like your standard kitchen, except this one has a big fat man in a Hawiaan shirt putting huge amounts of ketchup and mustard onto his burger as he sits at the table*
<Phirax> Ummmm excuse me....I'm the new recruit...
<Ire> Jerry: *splashes some ketchup on his hand. He quickly licks at it, then holds it out to Phirax* Hi, I'm Jerry...the tech guy.
<Phirax> Ermmmm Hi i'm Phirax *extends his hand*
<Ire> Jerry: *shakes Phirax's hand. His hand is sticky, too. He then pulls it back, waving his hand at a stack of burgers no one seems to be eating* Help yourself.
* Phirax nods "Thanks...i'm really hungry." Walks over to the stack of burgers an trys one.
<Ire> Jerry: *smacks loudly as he talks* So, what guy did you piss off to get assigned to this unit?
<Phirax> Oh no one....*points to his synthetic parts* I'm not a favorite at the Station no more...
<Ire> Jerry: *munches, ketchup splattering onto his paper plate* That's too bad.
*** Dahok is now known as Dias-Sleep
<Phirax> Ahhh I guess I wasn't ment to be there...I'm sure i'll like this place though.
<Ire> Jerry: Just don't piss off Ire and you'll do fine.
<Phirax> Really how come?
<Ire> Jerry: Lets just say the guy is as serious as they come. *grabs another burger, pouring more ketchup and mustard onto it*
<Phirax> Ohh I see....my bites into his second burger...slowly getting accustomed to the taste.
<Ire> Jerry: I heard that one time, Ire was asked where the car was and he just went ballistic on the guy
* Phirax nods "I'm really a walkin type of guy."
<Ire> Jerry: *bites into his second burger* Just becareful where you walk.
<Phirax> Ok...well is there anythign I can do that is safe?
<Ire> Jerry: Try not to talk a lot and walk around tiptoeing if you see Ire.
<Phirax> I'll keep that in mind.
<Ire> Jerry: *Gulps down a huge chunk of burger, then stands* Nice meeting you. I have to run some errands. *jogs out the back door*
* Phirax nods and then finishes off his second burger.
<Ire> GM: *the sound of the holovid can be heard playing from in the lobby*
* Phirax walks toward the lobby to see who is there.
<Ire> GM: *Dahok Fyro sits on the couch, channel surfing.*
* Phirax walks over to Dahok and sits in one of the chairs.
<Phirax> Hey...ummm how ya doin?
<Ire> GM: *Dahok looks at Phirax, then back to the television* Staying out of Ire's way.
<Phirax> ? How come?
<Ire> Dahok: He's ranting into his phone. *looks around* That's a bad sign. Want to see something?
<Phirax> ....Sure.
<Ire> Dahok: *pulls out a crushed cell phone* This is what happened the last time he got mad.
<Phirax> ...Ok why did he crush the phone?
<Ire> Dahok: Someone told him that some girls got captured, so he smashed it. Against his forehead. *he nods, putting it back up in his pocket*
<Phirax> Did he know them?
<Ire> Dahok: Yeah. Some girls on the old team. They got caught by some tentacles while on duty.
<Phirax> Oh...but he couldn't have stopped it from happening could he?
<Ire> Dahok: I think it was the hang over that was really getting to him.
<Phirax> I take he drinks a bit?
<Ire> Dahok: *makes chugging motions*
* Phirax smirks
<Phirax> Your exaggerating.
<Ire> Dahok: There's crap on TV. *makes a face at a music video of Ayn Lyons, then he flips it off* I'm going to go. Ask Sil if you don't believe me. *walks off*
<Phirax> Sil....whos that...
<Ire> GM: *Phirax is now alone again. Upstairs a door is heard opening and closing*
* Phirax stands and begins to walk toward the stairs and slowly walks up them.
<Ire> GM: *standing there in the hallway is a young woman, who looks rather pale and well, like she isn't got much life in her. Her eyes turn to Phirax*
<Phirax> ......He....He....llo...
<Ire> <Woman> .... Hello.
<Phirax> I'm Phirax....the new guy.
<Ire> <Woman> .... Silouette.
<Phirax> Ohhh....ummm Sil right?....Dahok told me to ask about Ire.
<Ire> <Silouette> Oh?
<Phirax> Ummm about his habbits...
<Ire> <Silouette> .... *seems to be waiting for more of a explanation*
* Phirax does the same chugging motion that Dahok did.
<Ire> <Silouette> ... Ah. His drinking?
* Phirax nods
<Ire> <Silouette> He's been known to drink a few bottles a night.
<Phirax> A night!? Even before a mission?
<Ire> <Silouette> Yes.
<Phirax> But wouldn't that hamper his ability to complete the mission on task?
<Ire> <Silouette> I have not seen it yet.
<Phirax> Hmmmm thats very interesting...
<Ire> <Silouette> Ire is ... complicated. Just don't act out of the ordinary and you'll be fine.
<Phirax> How many more members ae there?
* Phirax nods
<Ire> <Silouette> You, Dahok, myself, and Ire.
<Phirax> Oh....Ok...well I guess i'll let you get back to your ummm door...
<Ire> <Silouette> *nods, walking past Phirax as a picture falls to the floor. She stops*
* Phirax glances at her
<Ire> <Silouette> *bends down to grab it and lifts it back up. The picture seems to be of Ire hugging a teddy bear*
<Ire> GM: *at the nice age of 25*
* Phirax raises an eyebrow
<Ire> <Silouette> Xerox. *she says simply, then walks off*
* Phirax shakes his head and then turns to go toward his room.
<Ire> GM: *another set of stairs is seen, leading up to the third floor. Sounds can be heard up there*
* Phirax wonders if he should check it out...
* Phirax slowly acends the flight of stairs to find out whats going on.
<Ire> GM: *as he ascends, he finds the third floor command center. Desks and computers are all throughout the room, with the main at the front of the center room. A projector sits on one table and another is several bottles of beer. A map of the world is seen, color coded into three zones. Another billboard holds up various folders, pinned up*
* Phirax scans the area...
* Ire stands near one of the desks, a phone to his ear. He seems to be talking on it, his manner void of emotion.
* Phirax watches Ire with great interest.
* Ire hangs up the phone, tossing it onto the desk. He shakes his head, muttering the words, "I'm tired of this shit", as he wanders over to filing cabinent, pulling it open. He begins to thumb through the files
* Phirax wonders if he should interupt.
* Ire selects a certain file, pulling it. He closes the the drawer, then tosses the folder at the main computer desk and sits down in the chair.
* Phirax rubs his chin...starting to think about what the others said.
<Phirax> Ummm Sir? Could I be of any assistance?
* Ire looks over, blinking a few times. He seems confused.
<Ire> What do you mean?
<Phirax> Would you like help with anything? Filework or Strategy...anything at all?
* Ire looks at him, studying him for a moment.
<Ire> No, ... no I have it covered. Thank you, though.
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* Phirax nods.
<Phirax> I'll be in my room Sir. *Turns and descends the stairs.*
<Ire> GM: *all is quiet again.*
<Phirax> ....Sure is quiet around here...
* Phirax walks down the hall looking for room #4.
<Ire> GM: *it's immediately seen, next to the room Sil was leaving, which was 3*
* Phirax walks up to it and twists the knob to open it up.
<Ire> GM: *the door opens, revealing a small bed, dresser with a mirror, and a window.*
* Phirax walks in and throws his vest on the dresser...he then procedes to lay down on the bed and stare at the ceiling.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Feb 07 01:49:49 2004