The Alien Wars 5: Trinity

Alternate Session 7

Session Start: Thu Apr 15 17:02:09 2010
Session Ident: #Taw-Alternate
* Now talking in #Taw-Alternate
* Topic is 'The main channel for The Alien Wars 5' Alternate Reality characters. Side-sessions will be held in here about the characters'
* Set by DeathStar on Mon Oct 19 22:56:59
* ChanServ sets mode: +o DeathStar
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sits in the messhall, eyeballing Dawn; she looks like she hasn't slept, as her bloodshot eyes look up and down his dress
<Seraphna> * Jonas takes a seat next to her, looking her over in a subtle way. "Any luck?"
<Chii> 6Dawn stops playing a moment to go to say something, then eyes Jonas and returns to playing, seemingly averted from interfering.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes Jonas in annoyance, then goes back to eyeing the dress. "Why would you wear that?" 6* She asks Dawn flatly, her tone irritable.
<Chii> <Dawn> Does it look bad on me?
<Seraphna> Jonas> "You're a man, aren't you?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Why would a guy want to wear a dress. I never got women, but men aren't expected to wear them.
<Chii> <Dawn> Why would I care what's expected of me..?" 6He trails off in playing again, blinking at Cheryl.
<Chii> <Dawn> I wouldn't think you of all people would fault me for expectations.
<Seraphna> * Jonas raises a brow, he seems to find the point interesting.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Forget it. 6* She says in annoynace; it doesn't even look like the fact a guy wearing a dress even bugs her, as Cheryl just eyes the dress itself, and moves off after getting up
<Chii> <Dawn> Ah, well. Fiore is my twin." 6He notes, smiling, then goes back to playing, switching to a classical medley as Cheryl exits.
<Seraphna> * Jonas watches her go, then eyes Dawn slowly. He gets up and starts to head out as well, he still seems a bit miffed with Dawn.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stops, peering back. "So it's to get closer to your sibling." 6* Her eye twitches once at the classic
<Seraphna> * Jonas pauses and looks between them.
<Chii> 6Dawn is looking into her eyes as soon she peers-- then closes his eyes, a bit fox-like such as Chii does when grinning once in a while, and transitions back to an almost reggae ballad. 1"Yes, originally."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> So you like dresses now?
<Chii> <Dawn> They're cute, convenient and not nearly as stuffy as traditional clothing or uniforms like that. Not to mention they have peculiar effects on certain individuals.
<Chii> 6Dawn tilts his head. 1"Although others it allows someone like me to get... close to."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Cute. Convenient. 6* She repeats, flatly, eyeing Dawn as if he grew a second head. "What if your sibling wears pants now?"
<Seraphna> Jonas> "Now that'd be ironic."
<Chii> <Dawn> For all I know she might be wearing the pants of the family, yes." 6He smiles.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl just shakes her head once, turning to go. She mutters something under her breath, and clearly not complimenting Dawn.
<Seraphna> * Jonas steps out after her.
* Chad-SailsAway is now known as Chad`Winters
<Chii> 6Dawn smirks as the two exit stage right, drawing his hand along the keys to finish. 1"Same old."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl moves down the hallway, mumbling something about arrogance and ego and wondering how Warren can use a tool that's inflated.
<Seraphna> * Jonas follows, stepping up to walk beside her.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes him with a sidelong glance; she smells of booze, though there's no misstep to her movements. The looks is saying "Scram"
<Chad`Winters> 6Cheryl's datapad beeps
<Seraphna> * Jonas looks back at her, possibly like a dog that hasn't learned that fire can be hot yet. He gives her a little grin. "You want another drink? I could use one right about now."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl just tosses him the datapad and steps into the showers without another word
<Seraphna> * Jonas catches it, checking the message.
<Chad`Winters> 6It's a message from Chad, apparently encrypted
<Seraphna> * Jonas checks the datapad for a decryption tool.
<DeathStar> 6* There seems to be one. And unlocked, probably because Cheryl trusts Jonas, despite her withering look; the sounds of water can be heard turning on
<Seraphna> * Jonas leans on the wall outside the showers and decrypts the message.
<Seraphna> * Jonas whistles a mellow sort of song while he watches the decryption.
<Chad`Winters> 6After a short bit a message appears. "We think Angela tried to take Zephyr last night and it made me think, she shouldn't be able to do that anymore. She willingly gave up her Dragoon side to be human. Which leaves either a clone of Serena or there's a way to change her DNA back into it's former state. I've been running through all the information I have on Janus bases that I've picked up -
<DeathStar> 6* The washing continues; Jonas would note the showers are co-op
<Chad`Winters> 6over time. And trying to find any connection I can with what I have in that area. I just wanted to keep you up to date."
<Seraphna> * Jonas steps in after checking that the datapad's waterproofed and looks down at it still. "It's your darling brother."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Read it to me. 6* She's bent over, washing up her long legs and upper thighs
<Seraphna> * Jonas glances a moment and looks back down at the pad, reading out the message exactly as displayed.
<Chii> 6Dawn walks past Jonas after a moment, humming innocently as he starts to undress.
<Seraphna> * Jonas pauses in reading when Dawn comes in.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "You want this private?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl is silent, not telling him to continue with Dawn there. She shifts up to wash her arms; her hairs is dripping wet, like she stuck her head under the water directly for a bit
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I'll read it later. Hit the red button and set it down
<Seraphna> * Jonas nods and hits the button, putting it down. "Sure thing ma'am."
<Chii> <Dawn> Arf-arf!
<Chad`Winters> 6A doggy treat flies in at Dawn, inevitably getting caught
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shifts to wash her breasts after peering at Dawn a moment
<Seraphna> * Jonas eyes Dawn. "I'd be careful with barking, you might get Marcus' interests."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Jonas' is 'bout right in that. It's also why I keep dog treats on me at all times.
<Chii> 6Dawn pauses as a treat bounces off his forehead and lands in Cheryl's breasts. He stares at it, then glances to Dias.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl's back stiffens a bit as more people begin to 'show' up. Though she doesn't say anything, it's clear she's doing a half-assed job of cleaning
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Oooh bank shot. Sorry 'bout that Cheryl.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl removes it and crushes it in one hand, then moves to grab a towel and dry off, bending over to dry her hair, then her legs
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias having already seen Cheryl naked before, hands Jonas a dog treat. Then steps out of the doorway
<Chii> 6Dawn reaches out to take Cheryl's wrist lightly, giving a suggestive pull like they're dancing intended to move her back under the shower.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias pauses to watch this now
<Seraphna> * Jonas crosses his arms and tries to act like nothing's wrong, one hand curled into a fist. He pauses and watches to see if Dawn dies.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl's wrist moves around to grab Dawn's, applying just enough pressure to force the hand open. "Don't touch me."
<DeathStar> 6* She states simply, with her tone never changing, and lets go
<Chii> <Dawn> Forgot to wash your hair. And you missed a few spots." 6He notes.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias leans towards Jonas a bit. 1"He's a real arrogant guy, isn't he."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I'll live. 6* She goes back to drying, though for those who know Cheryl, she has her lock on ability engaged.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "JUst remember Warren gave us permission to deck him if he gets out of line."
<Chii> <Dawn> I suppose you will." 6He muses, then shifts under the shower, loosening the ribbon to let his own hair down proper, hiding in it.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> You ever seen that show, vs. The one where they talked about a bear fighting a baby. Yeah, that's why I couldn't do that.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "I can."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl moves over and gets back into the same booze smelling clothes, then grabs her datapad, walking out without looking at any of them.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Good luck, but I bet he can take you.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shifts to let Cheryl by.
* Seraphna waits a moment, then turns and follows her out, the moment probably waiting to see what Dawn does.
<Seraphna> * Jonas
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias tilts his head slightly at Dawn then steps out and looks at Jonas. 1"So why ya following our boss like a whipped dog?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes her datapad and sends Warren a message, instead of going directly to Chad's. Warren peers down at his datapad in his office, raising a brow at the text.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Hrn. 6* He eyes the cameras
<Seraphna> Jonas> "Got somewhere to be." *he walks along, likely intending to go with Cheryl if she does go*
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl steps into her room, closing the door
<Chii> 6Dawn, taking a shower, did nothing extaordinary.
<Seraphna> * Jonas passes and heads to the armory, starting to grab some things.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias stops a bit back. 1"So you need me to get you something to eat or drink while you camp out infront of her door?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren clicks his tongue, then messages the base personnel that handle chores. They can be seen gathering outside Warren's room with moving equipment
<Seraphna> * Jonas just waves to Dias.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl just sends a simple message to Chad about putting a tracer on Zephyr, then tosses it to the side
<DeathStar> 6* More personnel begin to shuffle down the hallway toward Cheryl's room
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias peers at the personnel shuffling towards Cheryl's room. 1"I...What's goin on?"
<DeathStar> <Personnel> We're switching the Generals' rooms. 6* They open the door and move in to get stuff.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Lucky her.
<Chad`Winters> 6Cheryl's datapad beeps with a message stating done last night while she was sleeping
<DeathStar> 6* They carry out the bed first
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Need any help?
<DeathStar> 6* The personnel shake their head and move off with the bed, another set coming in with Warren's bed
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias raises both brows. 1"Warren's sleeping here now?"
* Seraphna is now known as Kaelan
<Chii> 6Dawn walks out of the showers wrapped in a towel-- up to his chest and one around his head, blinking. 1"What's going on?"
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Moving day.
<DeathStar> 6* The transfers continue; Cheryl never exits her room
<Chii> <Dawn> What's the point of switching two locations near one another..
<DeathStar> <Personnel> General Warren's room has a shower. Maybe General Cheryl wanted it?
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias glances at Dawn. 1"You look suspicious right now..."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> That makes sense. I bet it's because you touched her.
<Chii> <Dawn> I look suspicious?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> And I know I'm supposed to do something...but ya know. For the life of me. I can't remember why. 6He shrugs and claps his hands together to move off
<Chii> 6Dawn stares, then shrugs, carrying the clothes off to his assigned room.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl, meanwhile, escapes the base once again, driving off on her motorcycle
Session Close: Fri Apr 16 00:00:00 2010

Session Start: Wed May 05 00:00:00 2010
Session Ident: #Taw-Alternate
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stumbles into the base, smelling of booze
<Anyata> * Jonas, taking a walk, notices her coming in, he looks her over before moving around and helping her stand, not giving her the option of protesting. "Your room?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl reaches out to grab his wrist, twisting it. "Don't touch me."
<Kit> 6Dawn walks past, carrying something that smells like madeleine pastries.
<Anyata> * Jonas, moves with the twist instinctively and just nods. "Gotta let me go then."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes him suspiciously, then does so
<Anyata> * Jonas takes a step back. "Sorry, just trying to help Ma'am."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl turns and moves forward, stumbling like a drunk, something she never does hardly
<Kit> 6Dawn peers back, then turns, lifting the lid and taking a madeleine-- then closes it and tosses it straight for the back of Cheryl's head.
<Anyata> * Jonas walks along at a distance by her. "HOw much have you had boss?"
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias hand grabs it in mid air and he munches on it. 1"These are kind a good
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl mumbles.
<Kit> <Dawn> Welcome to more. Baking's a past-time.
<Anyata> Jonas> "You should rest it off."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Apparently so is throwing it at peoples heads. I prefer my fists. 101 uses I tell ya
* Anyata is now known as Leyaeh
<Kit> 6Dawn smiles, now changed into some scandalous shorts and a sleeve-less button up silk white shirt. Skin pale as newborn and not a mark in sight down the groomed toes out of flip flops.
<Kit> <Dawn> I was just seeing if her instincts dulled, but you spoiled the test.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Doesn't matter if they're dulled or not. I wouldn't advise it.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl mumbles something else, heading for her office
<Kit> <Dawn> I can handle myself." 6He poses like a magazine model with a finger innocently to the lips.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas continues to walk with her, probably to drag her to medical if she passes out from alcohol poisoning.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'm sure you can, but you also attacked Warren's little baby. And now you're going at a general. Really a bad idea if ya wanna keep on Warren's good side
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl steps into her office and swings the door closed in his face
<Kit> <Dawn> I don't recall attacking a baby... that's just not civil.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas lets out a breath after the door closes and turns, heading off to the firing range to blow off steam.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> The base. 6He motions.
<DeathStar> 6* As he turns, there's a thunk and a crash and some mumbles.
<Kit> <Dawn> Ohhh. Well, I paid for the damages. And trust me, I gave him more than enough leverage.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I don't think Warren's pride can be fixed with money.
<Kit> <Dawn> I don't think it can either. But neither do I think you speak for him nor his pride.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias just gives Dawn a thumbs up and moves off
<Kit> 6Dawn tilts his head, tossing a madeleine at Dias' head now.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas stops at the crash and moves back over to her door, he tries to open it.
<DeathStar> 6* It's not locked.
<Chad`Winters> 6dias turns and catches it with his mouth.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas opens it, looking in on her.
<Kit> 6Dawn giggles, then gives Dias a wink before turning to head down the hall with the rest, moving to the cafeteria.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl is at her desk, having knocked her computer stuff off of it and is leaning back in her chair, looking pissed and half-out of it
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias spits it into his hand. 1"If you're gonna start a food fight. I'll warn you, I never lose
<Kit> 6Dawn doesn't respond, or maybe hear, since he's walked off.
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "What's got you so pissed off?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes him like he's stupid.
<DeathStar> 6* With bloodshot eyes
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "Apart from the obvious, you've got a mounting frustration, you keep heading out on your own and you haven't stopped drinking... what are you hoping to accomplish like this?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeh. Ah'm hopin' to get tha't bitch tah grab me so ah can beat her face ni
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "Like this? If she's using some form of mind control, how is innebriating yourself going to help?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> PSch. She won't come aftah me if ah'm not drunk
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Then ah take a sober-up pill..and beat heraup
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "Personally, if I was her I'd avoid you like the plague. Counting on her to be dumb?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes Jonas, then rises and grabs him and jerks him closer. "Are ya sayin' somethin' about me?"
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "That you're a tough lady and I'd never mess with someone like you."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeh...sure. Ah think yer sayin' ah'm not worth takin'.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas eyes her like she's crazy. "If you really think that, you're blind to anything I do or say. I'm worried about you damnit."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Eh?
<Leyaeh> * Jonas puts his hands on her shoulders and gently guides her a step back from him. "You worry me."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Pft. Ah can kick yet ass
<DeathStar> *yer
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "You can try. Though right now would be a bit unfair, with you hammered harder then a sailor three days into port."
<DeathStar> 6* Her fist flies in for his nose before he gets past unfair
<Kit> 6A hand stops Cheryl's as she goes to punch Jonas.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares lazily at the hand
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Da fuck..you haf three hands?
<Leyaeh> * Jonas steps to one side and pushes her fist aside with the back of his hand. And grabs onto the other hand.
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "This isn't mine."
<Kit> 6It's decidedly feminine, but belongs to the crossdresser, who blocks Jonas' when he goes to act as well, one hand to each of them.
<Kit> <Dawn> Now, now.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas eyes Dawn. "Can we help you?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Why ar u in my office?
<Kit> <Dawn> Because the door was open and you were about to rearrange this handsome fellow's describable features.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> He axed for it
<Leyaeh> Jonas> I did.
<Kit> <Dawn> Well..." 6He lets go of them both, playing with some lengths of his hair. 1"There's proper times and places for that sort of thing."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... eh?
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "Seems as good a time as any." *he eyes Cheryl now* "At any rate, this plan isn't working, you should either sleep this off or pop a pill."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... 6* She keeps eyeing Dawn's outfit now like she's staring at some monster, frozen in place
<Kit> <Dawn> I have a better idea." 6He smiles cheerfully, hands behind him and swaying like a schoolgirl might, like Chii might have time to time even trying to be 'cute,' rather than an unholy terror.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas eyes him again. "And that is?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl edges away from Dawn like he were a viper.
<Kit> <Dawn> A good meal does wonders. Staves off a hangover's worst spells-- even lets you drink more if that's your wish.
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "Go cook a meal then."
<Kit> <Dawn> I did, mister.
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "Are you inviting us then?"
<Kit> <Dawn> Sharp, this one.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shifts back to her desk slowly
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "Not a fan of beating around the bush." *he eyes Cheryl* "Free grub, you up for some food to go with your rocket fuel?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Pass.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas looks at Dawn. "She passes. Try inviting Warren, maybe you can get on his good side."
<Kit> 6Dawn chuckles. 1"Pass."
<Kit> <Dawn> Besides, it's a pair of 14 oz tenderloin slow grilled in brown sugar and bacon brazed with apple.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas takes in a breath, he calmly picks up Dawn, sets him outside the door, then closes it. He takes a seat in front of Cheryl's desk.
<Kit> 6Dawn grabs Jonas at the wrist, targetting the tendons that allow the arm to move and cinches it before he can be picked up, briefly looking rather dark, but returns to smiles
<DeathStar> 6* Cehryl eyes the two
<Leyaeh> * Jonas moves his arm so he doesn't get at the tendons. He gives him a look like he's considering what gun he'll need to resort to. "Please, later."
<Leyaeh> * Jonas continues to eye him. "Look, you come into this group by trying to kill me with your little gadgets, molest my boss in a shower, and can't take a hint when you're disturbing something, you really want to press this further? I'm trying to be nice."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl blinks, peering at Jonas now.
<Kit> <Dawn> Mmm, speaking of not taking a hint.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Ah don't remember any shower. 6* She hmphs, clearly choosing to 'forget' it
<Kit> 6Dawn shakes his head, smirking. 1"Bathing someone is not 'molesting.' In fact, where I come from, it's an act of due respect."
<DeathStar> 6 *Cheryl twitches at Dawn's line
<Leyaeh> * Jonas eyes Dawn steadily. "Right, so you're an idiot. By the definition of the word. Not helping your case."
<Kit> <Dawn> I might be an idiot, but the one standing before me is the one acting on assumptions, and was almost killed, supposedly, by someone not truly aiming to kill him.
<Leyaeh> Jonas> "Get. Out."
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus walks by the office, whistling. He pauses, backs up and peers inside, then holds up a beer can and wiggles it.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl finally rises, rubbing her face and moves past them all, grabs the beer and begins to down it as she stumbles off
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus hums as he walks along with her, pulling another one out of his pocket. 1You're mighty popular.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas sighs, pushing his hand out, then back to get it free of the flimsy man holding onto his wrist and walks out.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Ah think one thinks ah'm a wimp and the other wants to bathe me. 6* She shudders
<Kit> <Dawn> Hm. A dramaqueen. Quaint.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas pauses, he slowly turns and eyes Dawn.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Bathe....you? 6He glances at her and then shrugs. 1Could be worse, he could want to fall in love with you and make love. 6He cracks open his can and begins to drink.
<Kit> 6Dawn kneels to pick up the equipment and items knocked off the desk by Cheryl, putting them back and organizing it, slips the chair back to where it should be, then turns the light off and moves out, making sure the door shuts. He claps his hands free of 'dust' and heads down the hall without acknowledging Jonas.
<Leyaeh> * Jonas shakes his head and walks down the hall on his own.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shudders. "He dresses like ah woman. He probably wants a man."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Maybe we can convince Dias he's actually a girl. Might get him off your back onto Dias'.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl snorts and sits in the mess hall, then her face hits the table and she begins to snore
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus sets the can down on the table and kneels to lift her up and over his shoulder, moving towards her room now, whistling as he goes.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias pauses in the hallway to look at Marcus, pointing at her with a confused look
<Leyaeh> * Jonas steps into the firing range, grabbing one of the larger handguns, he moves over and starts to fire. "Creepy fucker."
<Kit> 6Dawn blinks at Marcus, about to enter the mess hall, staring at Cheryl being there. He shrugs and walks over to the counter seperating it from the kitchen in back, taking two plates off it, one labelled Jonas, the other Cheryl, and dumps 'Jonas' into the trash, taking the other in back.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Passed out. Drunk. 6He says as he moves, resuming the whistle tune.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias nods, patting Marcus on the back. He motions the universal drinking sign to him
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus holds up one finger to signal in a little bit.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shifts in her sleep, driving a fist into Marcus' kidney
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias signals back then pauses, pointing and making a silent laugh
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus lets out a pained noise and falls to a knee, shaking as he sits there tense, trying to let the pain subside.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl mumbles in her sleep about finding Aya and creepy dresses
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shifts his hand behind his back and he moves over to the two. 1"You alright, champ?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Y-yeah. 6He groans, shifting to get to his feet again.
<Chad`Winters> 6He pauses, frowning a bit at that and he kneels down. 1"This is really hitting her hard."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> It's her niece. Don't really blame her. 6He says with a nod.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Of course not, she means a lot to us. Hell, remember when we made her an honorary side kick that one time?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> It was nice being the master for a change.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> IF you recall. I made you her sidekick also.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> When you turned you back I stage a coup and took over. 6He begins walking Cheryl to her room again.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias walks alongside the two. 1"Are you that hard up that you had to stage a coup to have your own sidekick? "
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I need to salvage what little of my pride that I can.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stirs and swings a fist for Dias' jaw
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I keep telling you...6Dias head snaps back and he rubs his jaw. 1"Son of a.."
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus snorts and laughs. 1She's trained to attack dork.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias rubs his jaw. 1"Dork? You're an ass. See if promote you to superhero status."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I've surpassed that.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> You surpass that when I allow it.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> You don't get to make the rules. 6He notes with a huff.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I think I do. I do have the book of laws.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl swings a foot out for Dias' side, as if their talking about retarded stuff agitates her
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias grunts, stiffening his side as it hits.
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus smirks. 1I think I'll carry her around more often, this is fun.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I might follow you, it's good training. 6He smirks.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Leave it to you to enjoy getting hit on.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I try to take what positive I can out of the bad.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl's new room, which is Warren's old room, takes a key card to enter.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias eyes the room then looks Cheryl over for a key card on her
<DeathStar> 6* There doesn't appear to be an obvious key card on her, or in her pockets.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias scratches his head. 1"Hey Cheryl. Keycard?"
<Xanatos> <Marcus> ... maybe it's voice activated.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl snores in response
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Hmm...6He shifts to pat her pockets
<DeathStar> 6* Empty
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Maybe we can knock the door down.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Empty...I know. I'll hold her you run into it
<Xanatos> <Marcus> We both know they don't call you Iron Shoulder Dias for nothing.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> And we don't call you the Thunder from down under because you're all noise and no show.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Wait you really call me that?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> It's what I tell people when I talk about you. But I don't know anymore.
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus shifts to kneel and set Cheryl down by her door, then lifts up his comm and clicks it. 1Hey Warren. I have a passed out Cheryl but her door is locked, can you override so I can drop her in?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Bastard. You beat me to it
<DeathStar> 6* A camera turns to face them.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias turns to wave at the camera.
<DeathStar> 6* Then the door unlocks a moment later.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shifts to lift up Cheryl now
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus smiles and helps. 1You ever been in here?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl mumbles about hands touching her in places.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Watch your hands, Dias.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Nah. I respect Cheryl too much to barge into her place. 6He moves in with Marcus. 1"Not my hands."
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus pauses. 1Oh right that was me. 6He wiggles his brow and then shifts to plop Cheryl into her bed.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl's room is --- a mess, the bed unmade, her clothes thrown on a chair, beer bottles lining the walls, though it's not messy with anything but those items.
<DeathStar> 6* There appears to be one bear on the bed, a tiny one.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Girl's are messy.
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus pauses and points to the bear, eyes wide.
<DeathStar> 6* Her closet is partially opened with her clothes hanging it.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> This is nothing compared to my room. 6He glances at the bear then at the closet
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Well, we should probably skidaddle. 6He shifts to make sure Cheryl is on her side.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias helps set her down and grabs a blanket, shifting it over her a bit.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Goodnight boss, dream of sexy wolf men. By that I mean me. 6He tells the sleeping Cheryl, turning to step out.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl mumbles something about guys in dresses
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I think she's dreaming of you in a dress. 6He puts an arm around Marcus' shoulder as he walks out with him
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I bet I would look damn good in a dress. 6He raises his comm and clicks it. 1She's secure, you can lock the door back now. Thanks.
<DeathStar> 6* The door goes to lock unless Jonas rushes in really quick like a bold manly man.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> If you recall, Marcus. You don't have the hips
<Leyaeh> * Jonas, sadly, is shooting up a target with Dawn's face taped to it.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Well I can't help it. Just means I won't have much luck having babies.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'm sure you can do a c-section
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I'd never be able to lose the baby weight.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> You still haven't lost your baby weight from when you were born
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Ouch. Low blow. 6He slumps, tugging on his love handles.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Gotta take 'em when I can. 6He smirks.
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus pouts now as he walks along.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Really? You're not going to pull the pout until I say something nice thing are you?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Maybe.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias sighs. 1"Fine. For someone with love handles, you're the best sidekick I've ever had the honor of training
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Dude I'm the only one.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Because. 6He points a finger. 1"Because you're the best out there."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Thanks buddy. 6He smiles.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> You and your damn ego.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> You're one to talk flabby thighs.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias peers down at his thighs, flexing them a bit then at Marcus.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> That's low man
<Xanatos> 6* Marcus smirks, smacking Dias on the back.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias winces a bit. 1"And then you hit a guy when he's down."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> That's just the type of man that I am.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> And that's why I chose you to be my sidekick
<DeathStar> 6* Hours later, Cheryl stumbles out of her room in her underwear and moves into the mess hall, looking like she's got a hang over
<DeathStar> 6* She begins to try to find food.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias sits there eating the food Dawn made. 1"Feeling better?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl mumbles something incoherantly, and pushes Dias away and begins to eat the food, muttering about her head. She walks off with it
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias lands on his back. 1"O-Ow..."
<Kogitsune> 6The madeleines were out, the steak was still labelled in the fridges.
<Chad`Winters> 6the steak is what he was eating
<DeathStar> 6* The janitor pauses, then watches Cheryl go. "Nice honkers." 6* Part of the bone flies in and hits his face
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias gets up, dusting himself off and he grabs the leftover madeleins and moves out to make sure she makes it to her room safely. He eat sthe food as he walks
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eats the steak and leaves no bne behind as she stumbles about into her office and sits down, eyeing her desk all tidy.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias stops by the office. 1"You need anything Cheryl?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes her body, then makes a face. "My coat."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> That it? A bra maybe?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Don't wear bras.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> My breasts will never sag so I don't need them.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Good to know. Anything else you want from your room?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> My... boots.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Plan on going out again then.
<DeathStar> 6 Cheryl squints at the lights and dims it. "After I spend a few hours looking up leads."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Anything I can do to help?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Finding Aya would help. If Angela did take it .,and she wants family, she's sure igoring my ass....and she's not contacting me, Chad, or Xan.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Key card. 6He holds up his hand. 1"It does seem odd, but I mean, maybe she only wants certain family. I'm sure she knows that taking you or Chad would be asking for a death wish. She's smart, but not not smart enough to out plan either of you
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... I think I left it unlock. 'cause it's not in my underwear...I think
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl peers down
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I could check for ya. 6He says, clearly joking
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... Eh, I think I'd feel it. No, it's not on me.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias smirks. 1"IHold that thought." 6He turns and breaks off into a full sprint for her room
Session Close: Thu May 06 00:00:00 2010

Session Start: Thu May 06 00:00:00 2010
Session Ident: #Taw-Alternate
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias slides upto her room and checks the door to see if it's unlocked
<DeathStar> 6* It is
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias opens the door and moves inside. He peers around briefly for her coat and boots then moves to the closet to peer inside
<DeathStar> 6* Inside is a strange assortment of clothes - her typical white shirt and jeans combos, uniforms, and strangely enough a single blouse in the far, far corner and one mini skirt. PRobably something someone got her once judging by it's placement
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias peers at it briefly, probably thinking it was Chii, then grabs her coat and boots. He moves out of her room and shuts the door then dashes for her office
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes something on her datapad in a frown when he comes bac, having positioned her hair to cover her boobs.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias steps inside and over to her desk. He holds her the coat and the boots. 1"Something come up?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl holds up a street cam photo of a purple haired girl. "Been having searches run on the girl who tried to kill you; this was taken 3 hours ago on a street 5 blocks from here. Looks like she's still stalking you."
<DeathStar> * Cheryl pulls the coat on and zips it up
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias peers at it, frownign a bit. 1"Why can't I ever get the kind of stalkers that don't try to kill me?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Marcus doesn't kill you
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> He's a sidekick, not a stalker.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Uh huh.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> We've got something good, Cheryl. A bond between two friends. 6He smirks a bit, clearly proud that Marcus is his friend. 1"I can rely on him just like I can rely on you."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I see. Does that mean JOnas and the girl-guy are friends ? They seem to hit each other a lot, too
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> No, what they've got going on is two dogs trying to be the alpha dog in the group. They're too busy pissing on each others stuff to realize who the true alpha dog is around here
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes him. "Me?"
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Damn right.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I Think you need to take them under your wing and teach them to quit pissing, then. I'll give you a pat on the back
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Well Jonas stalks you like that one Atlean did back on the PAX2. 6He holds up a second finger. 1"Dawn has the holier then thou attitude and thinks he needs to prove to everyone that he's better and knows more then well everyone.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah. I got that.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I mean, if neither will listen to you, their commanding officer. What can a brute like me do to get them to listen?
<Leyaeh> * Jonas meanwhile sneezes, he rubs his nose and continues with his armory inspection.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl prints up the purple hair girl's face and sticks it to her wall. "You're a guy. Do guy things with them."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Take them to the titty club and buy them lap dances?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... if that's what you do
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias peers at the purple haired girl
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I've always been the direct approach kind of guy...I think we march out and beat her ass down.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> And then find out who sent her after me. Maybe she'll lead us to Aya
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> That would be nice; if she had anything to do with Aya, well... She won't like to meet Chad. 6* Her tone sounds that "if she meets Chad after surviving me."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias rubs the back of his neck. 1"How's he holding up anyways? Zephyr mentioned he's moved into Darien's basement."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> With Aya missing two days now, not so good. Each day means it's harder to find her
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Then maybe we should take a risk and go after my silent but very attractive failed killer.
Session Close: Fri May 07 00:00:00 2010
Session Start: Sun May 09 00:00:00 2010
Session Ident: #Taw-Alternate
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<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl walks into the base again, drunkenly adjusting her coat which is torn, and she has cuts on her forehead and dirt on her cheeks
<Kit> 6Dawn sits in a hallway, this time in nothing more than an oversized black button-up only two buttons done and would be scandalous except, you know. He looks up from building a tower of cards. 1"...Uh, fall off the motorcycle?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes him and his cards, then flicks the top card annoyedly as she stumbles by
<Kit> <Dawn> I was right..? I'd say you should get checked, but you'd snort since you regenerate. ...Then I'd say I'd help you get cleaned up but you'd weird out on me. Sooo..." 6He peers up, then the side, then shrugs. 1"Sweet dreams, Cheryl!"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Ah didn't fall off. 6* Is all she says, moving on, annoyed looking as she moves for her office
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias takes a bite from an apple as he steps into the hall. 1"Still no luck I take it?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grunts in response and enters her door, closing it. A moment later a typical crash can be heard as she knocks things off the desk
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shifts to open the door and poke his head in.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes her datapad in silence, her expression enough to kill a man
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shifts to step in, eyeing the chaos of the office. 1"I'm still willing to put myself out to catch my would be assassin.
Session Close: Mon May 10 00:00:01 2010
Session Start: Mon May 10 00:00:01 2010
Session Ident: #Taw-Alternate
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hmn. Not now. Talk to Warren. 6* She says simply
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Alright. 6He takes another bite of the apple. 1"If you need something, just comm me. I'll answer."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shuts the door as he steps out and he makes his way to Warren's office
<DeathStar> 6* Warren sits at his desk, eyeing a boardgame of the city, with tiny pieces set up about it
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias knocks on the doorway
<DeathStar> <Warren> Enter.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias steps inside as he swallows a piece of apple. 1"Any luck finding any leads?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> I would inform the team if I had such luck
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> True. Cheryl mentioned my would be assassin's still out and about looking for me.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Yes.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Then I think we should go after her, maybe she's connected to who took Aya.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Possible. If I had a lead on her, I would follow it - but there are none
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Well she wants me dead. So why not just use me to bring her out.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren eyes him. "One, she would not be dumb enough to attack you when there's a chance we're monitoring you. Two, she would likely just kill you from afar so any tracers on you would fail. Three, if she hated you enough to try to get in close, she would likely have an escape route. Four, if you let her take you, she would likely destroy any tracers."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> If she could take me out from afar, she would've done that the last time. Instead she decided to do it up close. I mean all we have to do is get her out in the open and then capture her.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Last time you didn't know she wanted you dead and she could get in close.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> True...But it's not like we have any other options and time is kind of against us right now
<DeathStar> <Warren> I can't spend the resources of having the team following you around, since likely the assassin won't strike you if you're being watched.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> So what you're saying is if I'm gonna get her, I gotta do it myself.
<DeathStar> <Warren> You could try to bring one other along, but that would have to be on their off time. We are still in operations against the Dark Ones.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Any suggestions on who?
<DeathStar> <Warren> Marcus. You two hang out as it is
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Hmmm. I suppose he could do it. 6He takes another bite of the apple.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grunts. "See the armory about getting a tracer for yourself." 6* He notes, then goes back to eyeing the city and it's pieces. He takes a goofy looking one and slides it out from a square into the city, then pushes a dog out next to it
<Seraphna> * Jonas is meanwhile in the armor, checking over the ammo loadout.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shifts to peer over at the pieces. 1"Is that supposed to be me?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> Perhaps.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'm much better looking. But the Marcus one is spot on.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grunts
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Which piece is yours?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren eyes him.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias looks down at the pieces
<DeathStar> <Warren> Aren't you suppose to be going out to get assassinated?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Oh...Right. 6He gives him a half cocked salute and moves to leave and then head to the armory
<DeathStar> 6* Warren eyes Dias go ,then the piece, as if debating if he should already knock it down or wait to see how it plays out. Dias does have a tendancy to win.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias coughs on a piece of apple as he steps out until he spits it out. 1"Wooh wrong pipe."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias moves along the hallways and into the armory.
<Seraphna> * Jonas looks up from a clipboard as Dias walks in.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Yo.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "You're a rare sight in here, what can I do for you?"
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> The finest tracer this place has.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "Going hunting huh?" *he raises a brow and looks over the units, testing the charge on a tracking device before tossing it over to him*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> That I be. 6He catches it and eyes it over
<Seraphna> Jonas> "Alright, well you be careful."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Can't keep standing around waiting.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "Mmm, well still, try and be careful. I don't like how they seem to be getting us to go out to be captured."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> There's only one person that keeps going out. And if me putting my life on the line is what it takes to get us a lead so she stops, just a small price to pay then.
<Seraphna> * Jonas looks him over and nods. "I like you."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Good because then the next part should be easy for you. Back off the lost dog routine wiht Cheryl.
<Seraphna> * Jonas chuckles and rubs the back of his head. "Am I really coming off that strong? Sure I'll back off." *he grins*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> There's a difference between ya know being a good soldier and being that creepy guy who you expect to be outside your door when you sleep.
<Seraphna> * Jonas nods a bit. "Right, I get it pal."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Good. 6He tosses Jonas the apple core. 1"Now I just gotta knock Dawn down a couple pegs and get him off his pedastal and we'll be one happy unit.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "Good luck, bastard's probably got C4 on the pedastal base."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> That's good, means he'll just end up blowing himself off his pedastal.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "That'd be good for him."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'm sure he'll shift gears anyways. 6He waves his hand a bit as he turns and moves off to leave.
<Seraphna> Jonas> "Once again, good luck."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Don't need luck. I got my indominable will
<Seraphna> Jonas> "Still, couldn't hurt."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias mumbles something witty and he moves off to get ready
* Chad`Winters steps upstairs from the basement, looking like he's only had a few hours of sleep the last few days.
Session Close: Tue May 11 00:00:00 2010
Session Start: Thu May 13 00:00:00 2010
Session Ident: #Taw-Alternate
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis works on making dinner in the kitchen.
* Chad`Winters moves to the fridge and opens it and starts digging through it
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis peers at Chad. "Would you like me to make you a sandwich?"
<Chad`Winters> /me pauses to look back, his thumb rubbing at his forehead. 1"Fine."
* Chad`Winters pauses to look back, his thumb rubbing at his forehead. 1"Fine." 6He closes the fridge and move sto sit down
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis smiles at him, then moves to gather the materials to make a roast beef sandwich. "You look tense, Chad Winters. Can I offer you a massage? I could use telekenetics so there is no direct contact." 6* She offers as she begins to make a perfectly lined up sandwhich for him
<Chad`Winters> I'm tense for a reason, a massage won't take it away. But thank you for the offer.
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis nods once. "Well, if there is anything I can do, please ask. While I am not reading your mind, I know how you feel because of how strong your emotions are right now. If there is anything I can do for you, I will not hesitate. Though I fear I cannot achieve what you really want most right now. 6* She sounds disappointed with herself
<Chad`Winters> People are trying, that's all I can ask, I guess. 6He rubs his fingers together together then forces himself to start eating
<DeathStar> <Erevis> Well, I will speak no more of it. 6* She goes back to the dinner. "Do you need me to help clean up the basement for you? I know you spend quite a lot of time down there these past few days."
<Chad`Winters> Thank you for the offer.
<DeathStar> <Erevis> Hm, but it was not a yes or no answer, either. I know sometimes when you are focused, you do not like distractions.
<Chad`Winters> If you feel like it, I won't stop you.
<Chad`Winters> Odd's are I probably won't even notice anyone else down there.
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis nods once. "Would you like me to bring your dinner down there tonight, or would you prefer joining us all at the table?"
<Chad`Winters> Best to bring me the food. I feel bad enough taking time away from trying to find her the way it is
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis peers at him. "I will, but I will offer some of my thoughts, though you can act on them or not as you please. Finding Aya Winters is of utmost importance, and all of us are doing what we can, but you should not drive yourself too hard - you will lose focus if you do. You should spend an hour or two relaxing and being with others. Xanatos Durran or Zephyr as you are close
<DeathStar> <Erevis> It will help ground you, in my belief, and help you refocus afterwards. Remembering that you are cared for
<Chad`Winters> You're advice is sound. But I think we both know I'm not good at relaxing in situations like this.
<DeathStar> <Erevis> Indeed. Hm. I could tie you up and make you speak with Xanatos Durran for an hour?
<Chad`Winters> I wouldn't recommend it. I'll just ignore him and continue working in my mind.
<DeathStar> <Erevis> I see. Perhaps I shall have Zephyr use her secret weapon on you if you begin to lose focus. For now, I will not interfere.
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<Chad`Winters> Hmmm. Perhaps I should just keep the basement door locked.
<DeathStar> <Erevis> Hmph. That would not stop me.
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis looks indignant
Session Close: Fri May 14 00:00:00 2010
Session Start: Thu May 13 00:00:00 2010
Session Ident: #Taw-Alternate
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis works on making dinner in the kitchen.
* Chad`Winters moves to the fridge and opens it and starts digging through it
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis peers at Chad. "Would you like me to make you a sandwich?"
<Chad`Winters> /me pauses to look back, his thumb rubbing at his forehead. 1"Fine."
* Chad`Winters pauses to look back, his thumb rubbing at his forehead. 1"Fine." 6He closes the fridge and move sto sit down
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis smiles at him, then moves to gather the materials to make a roast beef sandwich. "You look tense, Chad Winters. Can I offer you a massage? I could use telekenetics so there is no direct contact." 6* She offers as she begins to make a perfectly lined up sandwhich for him
<Chad`Winters> I'm tense for a reason, a massage won't take it away. But thank you for the offer.
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis nods once. "Well, if there is anything I can do, please ask. While I am not reading your mind, I know how you feel because of how strong your emotions are right now. If there is anything I can do for you, I will not hesitate. Though I fear I cannot achieve what you really want most right now. 6* She sounds disappointed with herself
<Chad`Winters> People are trying, that's all I can ask, I guess. 6He rubs his fingers together together then forces himself to start eating
<DeathStar> <Erevis> Well, I will speak no more of it. 6* She goes back to the dinner. "Do you need me to help clean up the basement for you? I know you spend quite a lot of time down there these past few days."
<Chad`Winters> Thank you for the offer.
<DeathStar> <Erevis> Hm, but it was not a yes or no answer, either. I know sometimes when you are focused, you do not like distractions.
<Chad`Winters> If you feel like it, I won't stop you.
<Chad`Winters> Odd's are I probably won't even notice anyone else down there.
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis nods once. "Would you like me to bring your dinner down there tonight, or would you prefer joining us all at the table?"
<Chad`Winters> Best to bring me the food. I feel bad enough taking time away from trying to find her the way it is
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis peers at him. "I will, but I will offer some of my thoughts, though you can act on them or not as you please. Finding Aya Winters is of utmost importance, and all of us are doing what we can, but you should not drive yourself too hard - you will lose focus if you do. You should spend an hour or two relaxing and being with others. Xanatos Durran or Zephyr as you are close
<DeathStar> <Erevis> It will help ground you, in my belief, and help you refocus afterwards. Remembering that you are cared for
<Chad`Winters> You're advice is sound. But I think we both know I'm not good at relaxing in situations like this.
<DeathStar> <Erevis> Indeed. Hm. I could tie you up and make you speak with Xanatos Durran for an hour?
<Chad`Winters> I wouldn't recommend it. I'll just ignore him and continue working in my mind.
<DeathStar> <Erevis> I see. Perhaps I shall have Zephyr use her secret weapon on you if you begin to lose focus. For now, I will not interfere.
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<Chad`Winters> Hmmm. Perhaps I should just keep the basement door locked.
<DeathStar> <Erevis> Hmph. That would not stop me.
<DeathStar> 6* Erevis looks indignant
Session Close: Fri May 14 00:00:00 2010

Session Start: Sun May 09 22:40:46 2010
Session Ident: #Alt-EvilBegins
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<DeathStar> 6* Angela is at her crumy apartment that she can afford after the fall of her corporation; a roach crawls along the counter and the sink is stained. All that she could afford this go around was some stale cereal. So far the government hasn't offered her compensation, though Cheryl gave her a thousand bucks and said to ask for more if needed
<DeathStar> 6* One roach crawls along her datapad
<Seraphna> * Angela eyes the roach and bats it away, sighing. "Even the bugs walk all over me..."
<DeathStar> 6* On the fridge is a drawing Aya gave her, and one empty bottle of beer Cheryl gave her as departing. Erevis, despite being polite, only gave her some snacks - never quite opening up to her since the Spade thing, but not ignoring her, either
<Seraphna> * Angela sighs and gets up, walking over to the window, staring out a little blankly. "This is what you get."
<DeathStar> 6* Her datapad beeps.
<Seraphna> * Angela lifts it up, tapping it and dreading another flood of junk mails.
<DeathStar> 6* Just a message from Cheryl seeing if she needs more credits - probbaly unaware of where Angela is living
<Seraphna> * Angela eyes the message, she blinks a little bit, looking around at the run down place. She sighs and goes to grab her jacket, replying that she's fine, what she needs is work.
Session Close: Mon May 10 00:00:01 2010
Session Start: Mon May 10 00:00:01 2010
Session Ident: #Alt-EvilBegins
<DeathStar> 6* It's a chilly day
<Seraphna> * Angela pulls on her jacket, stepping out with her datapad, she locks the door and starts taking a walk, the place just depresses her.
<DeathStar> 6* As she walks a good distance, a car pulls up, doors open, and hands push her inside the car before the door is shut and it's driven off quickly again. It seems be a limo of sorts, the driver unseen, but sitting on the seat is a young, healthy Alexander Cran
<Seraphna> * She takes a moment to recover from the surprise of being kidnapped, then slowly stares unbelievingly at Cran. "...Dad...? But... you can't be..."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I'm not. I'm one of his would-be clones that managed not to get imprinted by him. I'm Alexander - and you are Angela Bennet.
<Seraphna> Angela> "Yeah... that's me. Washed up Angie Bennet... what do you want with me?"
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander glances at her. "Hm, your profile said you could be self-loathing. Amongst other things. I came to offer you a job with me. And to discuss the future with you. You are one of Cran's heirs, but were tossed aside after being used - much like I would have been. I think we have common ground and agendas."
<Seraphna> * Angela looks at him carefully a moment, since this isn't the first time she's seen her father coming back from the dead. "Excuse me if I seem hesitant... I've been burned before."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I imagine so. We can talk more at our destination, if you like. And if you don't want anything to do with me, then I will take you back to your... place. 6* The last word is flat, as if disapproving
<Seraphna> Angela> "If you're anything like my father, I take it from the tone you already know it in detail. Though... let's carry on. I was told to start fresh after all." *her grin is a little sardonic*
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander peers at her, studying her, then ahead. "If you have any questions, I will try to answer them now."
<Seraphna> Angela> "Alright... why me? I'm sure my reports aren't flattering, and I'm not a Dragoon anymore. The military doesn't even seem interested in my designs lately."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> As I said, we have a similiar common ground, and you can be made into a dragoon anymore.
<Seraphna> Angela> *she pauses thoughtfully at that* "Are you a part of the military?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> No. I'm not. The military is too easily inflitrated and corrupted by greed - I could do it myself if I wanted. The Dark Ones did it easily
<Seraphna> Angela> "I... see." *she frowns a bit* "You're not with VI either?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I'm actually opposed to them.
<Seraphna> Angela> "A private counter terrorist group?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Somewhat - I have my agendas. I won't deny that. But like our 'father', I'm not out to destroy the Earth.
<Seraphna> Angela> "You seem to think of him as a father rather then your previous self... interesting."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> As I said, I was lucky enough not to get imprinted with his memory. What he did was make clones and transfer his mental status to a new one when one was giving out.
<Seraphna> Angela> "Mmm... I wonder just how old Dad really was."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hundreds of years.
<Seraphna> * Angela nods a little. "So... did I really kill him...?" *she looks... a bit distant at the thought*
<DeathStar> <Alexander> A him, maybe. It's hard to say. After living that long, you come up with some many 'plans' you lose track of them all. Plus each clone imprint would lose some of it's intregity. In a few decades, he might have been insane himself
<Seraphna> * Angela rubs her arm a little, looking down. "In the last few months as a fugitive... I've lost my kids only to get dirty looks for it, been asked to be raped by their murderer, and called a bitch for feeling any pain over all of it. The only person that seems sympathetic to me is the one sister I never thought would care. I'm feeling a little scatterbrained of late."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hm. I am guessing that would be Cheryl?
<Seraphna> "That'd be the million credit answer."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Consider her breakground under Cran's thumb and how she was used. Even if she might not be close to you, she can sympathize.
<DeathStar> *back
<Seraphna> "Seems reasonable." *she sighs a bit* "...What should I call you exactly? It's a bit weird how much like Dad you are."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I go by Alex or Alexander.
<Seraphna> "Alex then." *she nods a little* "Call me whatever you like... I have too many names at this point."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander nods in response. "Angela will do unless you come to prefer another name."
<Seraphna> "It's fine for now. Though I'm starting to wonder why I ever went back to it." *she rubs her forehead* "If there's one constant in my history, it's that the people I worked with had a knack for guilting me into doing a lot of things I later wish I'd never done."
* Seraphna sits back. "Sorry, I'm a bit too jaded lately."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander shakes his head. "Don't be. Speak your mind whenever you want. If this is to be a working relationship, that will be necessary."
<Seraphna> "I've... always been in a position of needing to earn people's trust. The only two men that I ever didn't need to do that with... they're gone now."
<Seraphna> "DeathStar and William Spade." *she sighs*
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I see. You do not have to earn my trust - when we shake hands after speaking, that will be enough for me. I hope it will be the same for you
<Seraphna> "Alright... refreshing at least." *she smiles weakly* "I was hoping to find a new unit, maybe something in engineering and get a fresh start... though it seems like I've been forgotten."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I'm aware of your talents in engineering - you will have whatever your need at your disposal if you agree to work with me. 6* He shifts to hand her some papers with next-gen tech, some stuff that's not even out on the market yet as far as tools and alloys go
<Seraphna> "How'd you manage to get resources like this?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I may not be Cran, but I'm far from being untalented like him
<Seraphna> "I can certainly see that." *she frowns* "How much do you expect to come in clonflict with my old allies?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> There's...a high possibility with some of my agendas. You will see what I mean when we arrive and I can give you secure files.
* Seraphna seems to consider and nods. "Alright... let's go down the rabbit hole."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hm, should I call you Alice, then?
<Seraphna> "Why not, it's another name." *she smiles softly* "I appreciate you knowing the fairy tale."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I do enjoy reading
<Seraphna> "I wonder if I got that from him." *she sighs a bit* "Despite being grafted with his DNA, I seem to be a Cran."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Perhaps you simply enjoy reading? 6* He notes
<Seraphna> "Could be."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander smiles slightly. "Genetics may have a hand in pointing us in a direction, but we refine our own tastes. At least I like to think that..." 6* He murmurs
<Seraphna> "I'd hope so... despite what people seem to think of me, I'm not interested in evil."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> But being evil is fun. 6* He says dryly. "There is indeed evil, but most of the time, it's simply conflicting interests that determines 'good' and 'evil'. You could call Hitler in World War II evil. Can you do the same for the Civil War of American history?"
<Seraphna> "Victors tend to write the book."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Indeed.
<Seraphna> "I'm... so tired..."
<DeathStar> 6* Alex the Kidd studies her
* Seraphna rubs her head a little. "Tired of being the one being written about, that is."
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<DeathStar> 6* Alexander nods once in understanding
* Seraphna toys with her hair a little. She looks over the tech sheets again. "You know of my pursuits in robotics, correct?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Yes.
<Seraphna> "Do you think it's possible to make a fully self aware AI?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Very possible. I think Cran's files mentioned Cheryl talking about something like it once when she was still close to him - trying to understand herself or something
<Seraphna> "One of my old pilots... I learned about a form of robot with sentience from looking into his memories a little... I know it's possible, but I haven't quite gotten the AI down yet."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hm. I'll give you the notes Cheryl made in the day, then, if you are interested. Strange - from what little I've researched, she no longer pursues such endeavors. She was really gifted.
<Seraphna> "Possibly because it reminds her of Dad."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I can't blame her there, I suppose. 6* The car stops moving and a bang sound is heard, then shuttle engines can be heard faintly
* Seraphna looks about, blinking. "...Are we on a shuttle or is one waiting outside?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> We're in a shuttle now to take us to our destination.
<Seraphna> "That's... an impressive shuttle size..."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Thank you.
<Seraphna> "So... are we going far then?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Some ways. I can't tell you the destination yet. In the event you decide to walk away. 6* He notes.
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Don't worry, you will be returned if you choose to
* Seraphna nods a little. "Alright." *she bites her lower lip a little* "So how long have you been... active?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Well, I'm 25 years of age. I spent the first 20 years of my life learning, and when father died, I took it upon myself to get as much of his research and notes as I could before others did, then spent the last years using what I could of his and adding to it
<Seraphna> "So you're continuing his work?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Not really. I'm making my own way.
<Seraphna> "Just using what you could find then? Alright." *she seems reassured by that answer*
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Yes. Just because one man uses a hammer to kill another, doesn't mean I can't use that hammer to build.
<Seraphna> "A nice analogy, I was more concerned with your motives and choices. I have reason of course." *she smiles weakly*
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander nods in understanding
* Seraphna sighs a bit and closes her eyes tiredly, she hadn't slept well since the day her children died. "May I ask your personal opinion of me?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I'm still evaluating you for myself - merely reading reports others write is no substitute for speaking with someone yourself.
<Seraphna> "That's a relief, at least." *she sighs a bit and rubs her head* "Mmm, one final question for you... do you know what this is?" *she pulls her pendant out from her blouse, holding it up on it's chain around her neck*
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander peers at it. "I believe there was notes about 'father' leaving a pendant for you - it seemed it wasn't meant for anyone else
<Seraphna> "Mmm..." *she seems to be guaging his knowledge on it* "It belonged to a conquerer long ago. I was mostly interested if you knew the historical significance." *she muses* "But yes, he gave it to me the day before I was shipped to the PAX."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hm.
<Seraphna> "Dad admired many of those who were able to claim they ruled most of the known world. Alexander the Great was one of them in particular, I think for humorous reasons."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> He did have his quirks
<Seraphna> "My middle name was Alexandra." *she grins a bit*
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Quirky indeed
* Seraphna sits back, she seems to be grasping for things to say, she eyes the locket for a moment in her hands, as if considering opening it, she blinks her eyes twice and slowly slips it back in her blouse.
<DeathStar> 6* After a bit, the shuttle lands and there's a bang sound and the car drives out and stops, the doors opening. The air is cooler is here, and Alexander moves out. They appear to be in a massive hanger, though the hanger doors are shut so she can't see what's outside
* Seraphna steps out of the limo and looks around slowly, barely even glancing at the doors, her typical self focusing on the contents of the hangar.
<DeathStar> 6* Advances shuttles, equipment to build others, engineers moving about and organizing machinary can be seen
* Seraphna smiles a bit, moving over to Alex. "Nice setup."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Thank you. This way. 6* He moves through the hallway
* Seraphna follows him, continuing to take in her surroundings.
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander leads her into a room with files and whatnot and a connection set up to show videos. "I wanted to speak to you about something important mostly. Aya Winters. She is danger - an organization wants her, called V.I., but she is also in danger from Chad Winters himself."
<Seraphna> "Aya...?" *she looks in concern* "Why? She's just a baby still."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander leans over to tap a video showing her what happened years ago to her parents. He's silent during it
* Seraphna stares at the video, her eyes going a little blank as she watches. "That... that can't be... Chad?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Yes. Chad is a weapon. He's the fake personality in the equation. He might beat back Id again and again, but is he safe? Is him being near Aya the right thing? Aya is family, but as long as she's with Chad, she has a target on her back. You've seen all the things he's done. I heard about what he even did to Zephyr. How he treats people
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander crosses his arms. "And if you told Chad about this, would he even care?" 6* He asks
<DeathStar> 6* He indicates the video
<Seraphna> "Doubtful. I just... I spent years trying to be family with the man who... who killed my real parents?" *she blanches at the thought* "You're right... just from him Aya's in danger... but what about VI, what could they want with her?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> The daugher of a weapon. They've tried for her in the past and they will try again.
<DeathStar> <Alexander> And besides, I question if Chad Winters is a good father for a child.
* Seraphna puts a hand to her throat, thinking about the time she was nearly killed getting the kid back. "He's a sociopath. Multiple personality disorder. Though... he's killed to keep Aya safe, killed when she was put in danger, getting Aya away from him will be difficult. Keeping Aya away from him even harder."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Yes. 6* He nods once. "Let me blunt. Aya is family to me, but I don't think I'm the one to take care of a child either. I think you should be the one. She's young, and we could help her forget her father with some time. She would be safe here, I would see to that. And if she does have any abilities, she won't have to worry about them until she's an adult to make her own decisions. V.I. won't give her that choice.
<Seraphna> "No, they wouldn't... I wouldn't want their stinking hands anywhere near her." *she shudders a bit* "I agree with you... she needs to be looked after, and I would happily raise my niece."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> If you do this, the others will likely turn on you. But from what I've read, they already have pretty much anyway. Does Chad even let you near Aya? 6* He asks.
<Seraphna> "He
<Seraphna> "He's threated to kill me if I come near her, actually. Though he was lapsing on that when I was pregnant... now... I don't know." *she rubs her head* "He's always acted like having a child was a one up on me, I've never understood his vindictiveness toward me."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> You've made mistakes. There's no need to gloss them over. But I consider the actions of others as well - if your friends can forgive someone else for their sins, they should do the same for you. That's something you should consider.
<DeathStar> <Alexander> If we take Aya Winters, your formers friends will likely be hunting us- I don't intend to leave paths for them to follow. You should consider what all you want as a partner here - my resources are yours and you will be able to pursue what you want. Also, as I said, I cna make ou a Dragoon again if that's what you want
<DeathStar> <Alexander> With teh government in disarray, I also intend to work my way into politics eventually, but slowly. Rushing things is pointless.
* Seraphna crosses her arms and considers. "Especially if they put two and two together with you and me after Aya's in safety. They can be very irrational when it comes to their own sense of justice."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I imagine so.
<Seraphna> "I'm not dellusional... they've already dropped me. When Cheryl is the closest person to me, I know I'm lost. In time they might understand what we want to do, and... I don't think I can ever go back to them anyway. So I'm in."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander studies her, nods once, and holds out his hand.
* Seraphna reaches out and takes it.
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Have you considered any others you might wish to try to bring over before you cut all ties?
<Seraphna> "Zephyr... though she's a complicated one to bring over, she's bonded, and Chad won't let her go easily either."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander nods thoughtfully at that. "And you keep bringing up Cheryl." 6* He notes, as if curious if she plans to cut ties with her
<Seraphna> "I'd love Cheryl with me, however... she is a lion, trying to cage her would never work and she's never going to follow me as an Omega." *she sighs* "Every time I get into a situation like this, my personal greed does me in."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander nods, then rises. "Well, for now, I should take you to meet your crews---"
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Session Start: Wed May 12 00:00:00 2010
Session Ident: #Alt-EvilBegins
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<MrBucket> -SCENE2-
<MrBucket> 6* Alexander leads Angela into a hospital room, where Aya Winters can be seen, asleep, as some doctors scan her over and watch her vitals. "And there she is - your agent was correct about the time and place."
<Kaelan> * Angela nods, looking at the girl fondly. "I recruited well it seems."
<MrBucket> <Alexander> Her surgery went well - she should be able to hear again fine.
<Kaelan> * Angela looks the girl over. "How long will she need to recover?" *she hooks a familiar lock of electric blue hair behind her ear*
<MrBucket> <Alexander> Not long. We can wake her any time. Though it depends on how much we want her to forget Chad Winters or not. We should keep her under a little longer if we want to go that route. Or if you want to try to convince her to forget him, then we can wake her up sooner. She's yours now, so you can decide the best course
<Kaelan> * Angela taps her chin. "Better to let her forget, when she's older we can tell her about him properly. Educate her in the truth."
<MrBucket> 6* Alexander nods to her, then nods to the doctors. "You can stay and watch if you want."
<Kaelan> Angela> "I... want to." *she bites her lower lip a little* "I know what it's like to find out so late in life about your family... but I don't think she's old enough yet to deal with that."
<Kaelan> * She seems to be reassuring herself more then anything.
<MrBucket> 6* Alexander pats her on the shoulders with understanding, then guides her to a chair to sit by Aya.
<Kaelan> * Angela takes a seat, looking at the girl and smiling a little. "At least she's safe now..."
<MrBucket> 6* Later that day, the doctors nod to Angela that she can wake up the little girl
<Kaelan> * Angela puts her hand on the girl and gently shakes her to rouse her. "Aya dear, wake up..."
<MrBucket> 6* Aya stirs, makes a face, then opens her blue eyes
<Kaelan> * Angela smiles gently. "Good morning sweetheart."
<MrBucket> 6* Aya looks at Angela slowly, looking a bit confused. "Where---"
<Kaelan> Angela> "In a hospital, somewhere safe dear."
<MrBucket> <Aya> I-- you are...
<Kaelan> * Angela fixes her hair gently. "Do you remember your name darling? Focus on that first."
<MrBucket> <Aya> I--- am... Aya...
<Kaelan> "Good girl." *she strokes her cheek rewardingly* "And do you know who I am?"
<MrBucket> <Aya> Um... y-you're... .... related...to me?
<Kaelan> Angela> "Yes, I'm your aunt, however, I've adopted you and take care of you, you may call me mother if you like dear."
<MrBucket> <Aya> ... Mom6* She repeats slowly, thoughtfully
<Kaelan> * Angela nods. "I'm your mother, as long as you wish it dear. We live here with Alex, he's family too."
<MrBucket> <Aya> O-Oh. Okay. Am I sick?
<Kaelan> Angela> "You had a little accident and your ear got hurt, the doctors fixed you up and you're all better now. Sit up for me sweetie?"
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<DeathStar> 6* Aya slowly sits up like she was told, looking a bit dizzy at first
<Seraphna> * Angela watches, reaching out to gently hold her steady. "Easy dear..."
<DeathStar> 6* Aya blinks, then smiles in her typicaly shy way
<Seraphna> * Angela smiles and slowly reaches out for her. "Going up kiddo?"
<DeathStar> <Aya> Up where? 6* She asks innocently
<Seraphna> "My arms of course." *she giggles and slowly picks her up, mindful of the dizziness* "How about we get you something to eat?"
<DeathStar> <Aya> 'kay. 6* She shifts to put her own arms around Angela to feel secure, peering about slowly
* Seraphna kisses her cheek gently. "Anything in particular you want sweetheart?" *she starts walking for whereever they're supposed to stay or eat*
<DeathStar> <Aya> Um---ice cream?
<Seraphna> "Mmm... how about this, I'm gonna make you a grilled cheese, and if you eat that all up, you can have a scoop of ice cream." *she sets her tone to one of serious bargaining*
<DeathStar> <Aya> Mmm, kay.
* Seraphna grins and walks along with her. "How do you feel now sweetie?"
<DeathStar> <Aya> Um... bit tired.
<Seraphna> "I think we'll have nap time after food then." *she winks* "When you wake up we're going to play some games okay?"
<DeathStar> <Aya> Kay! 6* She brightens up
<DeathStar> <Aya> We gonna play se'et codes in La'in?
<Seraphna> "Why yes, also some number games." *she smiles*
<DeathStar> <Aya> 'kay!~
* Seraphna brings Aya into their quarter and to the kitchen and dining area, setting her down in a secure seat. "Alright, so was that two grilled cheeses?"
<DeathStar> <Aya> can only eat one.
<DeathStar> 6* Aya peers about the room, blinking at it's nice style
<Seraphna> "This is true, I guess I'll have to eat the second one huh?" *she gathers the things she needs* "I hope it's not too messy in here." *she comments, despite the place carrying her usual neatness*
<DeathStar> <Aya> ... 6* She blinks as she peers about. "Look clean."
<Seraphna> "Oh good." *she smiles and starts grilling the sandwiches, the sweet smell of butter hitting the air*
<DeathStar> 6* Aya watches her curiously
<Seraphna> * Jennifer flops the sandwiches on a plate and cuts it in half, she sets it down in front of Aya and breaks it apart to show her the gooey cheese. "Careful dear, it's a bit hot."
<DeathStar> 6* Aya nods, then opens her mouth innocently for a bite
* Seraphna guides the sandwich up to her mouth, "Bite slow, savor the flavor." *she smiles*
<DeathStar> 6* Aya bites onto it slowly, chewing it even slower
* Seraphna giggles and works on the second sandwich. "So did momma do a good job or what?"
<DeathStar> 6* Aya chews methodically, then nods
* Seraphna smiles and sits across from her with her own grilled cheese, eating slowly. "I'm glad my little girl approves."
<DeathStar> 6* Aya smiles happily, taking another tiny bite and chewing
* Seraphna eats quietly, watching her, mostly observing something she only previously could from a distance.
<DeathStar> 6* Aya picks at her sandwich like someone who's much older, eating her food in even bites
* Seraphna finishes her own, leaning over and watching her neice turned surrogate daughter.
<DeathStar> 6* Aya keeps working at her sandwich, being a tiny thing
* Seraphna hums a soft little song to herself as she watches Aya eat.
<DeathStar> 6* Aya looks over curiously as she hums
* Seraphna smiles. "Do you know the tune sweetie?" *it's an elementary children's tune*
<DeathStar> <Aya> No! It sounds nice
<Seraphna> "Want me to sing it to you?"
<DeathStar> 6* Aya nods
* Seraphna sings out the song, a child's song with historical references. She keeps her voice soft and melodical.
<DeathStar> 6* Aya smiles, forgetting her food to listen
* Seraphna ends the song on the last note. "There... now do you think you can sing it back to me?"
<DeathStar> <Aya> Mmmmm. 6* She closes her eyes and begins to recite it, though being a child, not all her words are pronounced completely accurate, but she seems to have a photographic memory
* Seraphna smiles, giggling at the end. "Lovely dear. Very lovely."
<DeathStar> 6* Aya smiles happily at the compliment
* Seraphna grins and tilts her head. "Do you like singing, my dear?"
<DeathStar> <Aya> It kinda' nice.
* Seraphna nods and smiles. "Yes it is... perhaps I'll sing you a lullubye after dinner. Finish up dear." *she taps the plate*
<DeathStar> 6* Aya blinks, then obediently begins to eat more
* Seraphna smiles and waits till she finishes eating before going to the freezer for ice cream.
<DeathStar> 6* Aya smiles happily, watching her
* Seraphna scoops up a single scoop and sets it down in front of Aya with a spoon. "Now remember dear, ice cream's a treat for special occasions, kay?"
<DeathStar> 6* Aya nods, then begins to eat at the ice cream slowly, actually only ending up eating a little bit of half of it as the rest melts, but looks satisfied
* Seraphna cleans up and makes a show of it for Aya's sake, setting an example, before moving around to pick her up. "Now, time for a nap sweetie."
<DeathStar> 6* Aya smiles without a complaint, leaning against Angela and yawning
* Seraphna carries her into the room prepared for her, setting her down on the bed, it even has side rails, since she wasn't sure how much the child rolls around in her sleep, setting her down on it and starting to tuck her in, the room has various stuffed animals, as well as books of various levels and drawing impliments.
<DeathStar> 6* Aya peers about at the toys and the books, then snatches a little dragon plushie to hold
* Seraphna smiles softly. "You like the dragon one."
<DeathStar> 6* Aya smiles and nods, then yawns again as her eyelids droop and she holds it against herself
* Seraphna hums a gently lullabye, sitting by her bedside.
<DeathStar> 6* Aya begins to drift off, then silently slumbers, looking completely peaceful
* Seraphna turns on a monitor system she set up and steps out, quietly closing the door, she sighs happily and moves out to the living room, taking a seat and sitting back.
<DeathStar> 6* There's a knock on her door
* Seraphna gets up and goes to the door, she opens it.
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander is there. "Good evening, Alice."
* Seraphna smiles a bit. "Good evening, Alex. How are you?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I'm good. I came to check on you to see how things were going
<Seraphna> "Good, she's sleeping in her room." *she moves away from the door to let him in*
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander nods and steps in, glancing around with approval at the organization, shifting to take a seat. "Then you are pleased?"
* Seraphna takes a seat as well. "Of course. She's a sweet girl, raising her will be a joy." *she smiles softly* "You've lived up to your word Alex."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> If I cannot follow on my own word, than anything else I do is meaningless.
<Seraphna> "True enough." *she stretches a bit* "Any idea how they're reacting to what happened?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Well. You could monitor the situation yourself. As you saw, your abilities kept Zephyr distracted at the hospital, despite not being there, so your range has increased. You could probably travel closer and check up on them through Zephyr, since getting close to Darien's mansion is not easy for any of my people. As far as the others go, I believe Cheryl was spotted out drinking in bars to the point she was ready to crash her bike.
<Seraphna> "Mmm, so they already suspect me." *she taps her chin* "A pity, I really do rate that low." *she lets out a breath* "I'll start with Zephyr, Cheryl's probably causing too much attention to herself."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> You should check your old messages through our encyrption firewall in case they try to contact you
* Seraphna pulls up a datapad. "We're networked in here right?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Yes. And your new datapad has the latest securities, plus the software to make your own if you find them inadequate.
* Seraphna nods and checks her messages. Smiling a bit. "Oh Xanatos... so cute."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander glances over, without reading the messages, but mainly the users. "Hm. Erevis, Xanatos, Chad, and Cheryl."
<Seraphna> "Yep. What a clever way to scream 'we know it was you'." *she shakes her head*
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hm. Do you mind if I read them?
* Seraphna hands over the datapad. "By all means."
* Seraphna sits back, she gets a look like she's plotting something, "You mentioned VI was after Aya as well..."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander glances at it. "Hm. Erevis seems to be fairly upfront with people believing it is you and would like a chance to speak with you on the matter to set facts straight based on your word. Cheryl's message seems to state that since you've been out of contact, it seems to point at you, and if it is, to simply come clean with it. Direct that one."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander nods, taking out his own datapad, then brings up files on V.I. activities in L.A. and a suspected cell in Tokyo right now.
<Seraphna> "I was thinking, we could use that to our advantage when it comes to Aya."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> With Aya gone, V.I. will likely become more desperate. They made an attempt on Dias the same day we took Aya.
<Seraphna> "We should try to ensure the team focuses their efforts on V.I. then. I'm still trying to think how we could do it... but... the best way to throw them off our trail is to make them think there's nothing to hunt for anymore."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Well, Cheryl's making herself a tempting target to them. She's a pilotless dragoon after all
* Seraphna nods a little and frowns. "She likely thinks she's baiting me into getting her."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Most likely.
<Seraphna> "Granted, she doesn't know when to stop when she gets started, I could wait weeks until she's made herself into a mental mess and probably overtake her, even with Dad's extra protections on her. But it's still chancing on caging a lion."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Very likely. Even if she can't break her own pilot, and we had one who could control her, unless we planned to put her under mental conditioning, she would give us trouble. They also will try to use Zephyr to bait you, no doubt
<Seraphna> "Mmm, if we take Zephyr, it'll have to involve an EMP blast. Chad's not above sneaking a tracking chip into her while she sleeps."
<Seraphna> "And there's the added issue of Megumi in the bond... I'd rather not rewrite Zephyr to make her break it."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hm. It shouldn't be hard to take Megumi as well. I monitored them briefly and she seems very ... simple.
<Seraphna> "Mmm, don't underestimate her. She can be worse then Cheryl when put in a bind."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I will remember that
* Seraphna sits back, "She wiped out an entire colony of her own people. That one-ups me on the subject of genocide."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> It seems that Erevis has domesticated her somewhat since then. Curious the turnabout - perhaps she plays the part to forget the past
<Seraphna> "Hmm, reminds me of myself a little."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Anyway, whatever you decide to do, I will give you the support for it. I will look more into V.I. and see if we can plant evidence on them.
Session Close: Thu May 13 00:00:00 2010
Session Start: Thu May 13 00:00:00 2010
Session Ident: #Alt-EvilBegins
* Seraphna smiles and nods. "I'd like to also ask you help keep me in line. I'm often taken by my emotions and might miss something that endangers you and more importantly, Aya. I trust you, so I will listen to your warnings."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Of course. Right now, while it may be easier to get Zephyr, I believe the best course is to watch Cheryl. Even if we do not make a move, V.I. may do so - it may be to our advantage if we let it happen, but I'm sure you don't want anything to happen to her either.
<Seraphna> "I don't. We'll have to be careful this doesn't turn into a three way fight though." *she frowns* "There's... one other thing I'm going to need."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Of course. What is it?
<Seraphna> "I'm going to need a pilot."
<DeathStar> 6* Alexander nods, pressing his fingers together. "Yes. I have been thinking about that. There is one thing I've wondered."
<Seraphna> "What's that?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Alphas are designed to only have human pilots. You're mostly human. Ariel's people used to have each other for pilots as well, so if the same race could intermingle with the ability, could you have an Alpha for a pilot?
<DeathStar> <Alexander> If so, I imagine it would be much stronger than a normal human could offer.
<Seraphna> "Well, I was only able to access Delta form when I was bonded to my other self... so I suppose an Alpha pilot would make a difference." *she frowns* "Are you thinking Zephyr, or another Alpha?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Zephyr has a pilot - you said yourself you didn't want to break that bond. If we ever bring Cheryl into the fold, she would be the best candidate, since she cna't break the bond, only could, and we know she's different enough from the other Alphas that it would likely work if Father thought ahead enough
<DeathStar> <Alexander> But I suppose Zephyr could do it as well. I've lost track of most of the remaining Alphas, though, so if you thought of another one, they might could do the job as well
<DeathStar> (only you could)
<Seraphna> "There are those at the colony, though I do wonder what it would take to truely bring Cheryl over to our side. She is a smart woman, even if headstrong."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Well, if you bonded with her, your Omega abilities should be able to work on her, since you are mentally linked then. And overtime, the pilot adopts the other's personality. Since you are both Dragoons, you would likely adopt abilities from each other with time
<DeathStar> <Alexander> But you have to weigh the risks - the wild horse, if you're able to tame it, is the best horse, but it's also a riskier endeavor and you could end up thrown off.
<Seraphna> "We'll give it some time to think over. If I do go along this path, we should take precautions, she really could ruin everything." *she frowns a little* "I'll need some time to think that over."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Yes, in the long run, time is something you can afford to hold onto - even if the enemy makes a move first, it doesn't mean you have to force your hand right away, either. I will keep monitoring V.I. and let you know if I suspect any movements against anyone else. Right now, I only know about the assassin on Dias, and the desire to get Aya.
<Seraphna> "Watch Chad. He's going to be the biggest target if they learn that Aya's been taken."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> They would more likely kill him than anything. He's too dangerous to control and his other personality is unpredictable
<Seraphna> "Mmm... V.I. hasn't exactly been the most cautious types since Vennie was killed."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Yes. Though if my resources are right, the assassin was another weapon. There was 9 of them total
<Seraphna> "The assassin?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Yes. Here. WE managed to get a street camera shot of her. 6* He shows a purple haired girl
* Seraphna peers. "Interesting. How many Weapons does V.I. have at the moment?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I couldn't begin to guess, really. You have Chad and Dias as the first two weapons. Then Weapon III and IV are dead. V, VI, VII, and VIII are all unknown. And IX is with the unit
<Seraphna> "Ah, right... Raquel wasn't it?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Spirit. Raquel. Yes.
* Seraphna chuckles a little.
<Seraphna> "Mmm... sorry. Origin thoughts coming to mind. She's even quieter, I wonder if anyone even takes notice of her."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I don't know. I have little data on her, other than she has an Inugami
<Seraphna> "Mmm. Another thing to worry over. Perhaps the team will realize they need to focus on that blunder as well."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hmm
* Retrieving #Alt-EvilBegins modes...
* Seraphna sighs a bit. "When Aya wakes up I'm going to give her some aptitude tests, see where she is so I can work on her education."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> That sounds like a good idea. Is there anything you think you'll need for the two of you as far as this place goes? I could try to make a park area for you
<Seraphna> "That would be good. Eventually the girl is going to need a playmate of some sort."
<DeathStar> <Alexander> I will look into it, then
* Seraphna nods. "I think for my AI experiments I'll start with an animal of some sort as well, give her a pet that can help monitor her."
<Seraphna> "Speaking of that... what are the chances we can acquire some Betas?"
<DeathStar> <Alexander> That would be a good idea. Betas? Hm. I have access to a few dozen from a few of 'father's' scattered bases. I will have them brought here.
<Seraphna> "Good... parts too, if any are scrapped. I'm fairly certain I can pick up where my parents left off... if my Beta protocol still works, it'll be very advantageous."
<DeathStar> -END SCENE2-
Session Close: Fri May 14 00:00:00 2010

01<DeathStar> 6* Aya colors on some pictures in the apartment for Angela
<Seraphna> * Angela smiles, taking a knee to look over them. "Very nice dear..."
01<DeathStar> 6* AYa peers up and smiles. "Thanks, Angela." 6* There's a knock on the door.
<Seraphna> "Come in." *she says calmly*
01<DeathStar> 6* Alexander steps in, motioning Angela over
<Seraphna> * Angela pats Aya's cheek and moves over to Alex.
01<DeathStar> <Alexander> We've taken Cheryl. She was getting into worse situations, so I decided it was time to take her in. No doubt she has a tracer, but once within the jamming field of our first base, it will stop functioning, though I have no doubt the others will follow. I was curious what you wished to do; we could transfer her to this base after some gentle persuasion like (cont)
01<DeathStar> with Aya, or we could do the same persuasion and let the others find her, then you could see her whenever you two wished. Or we could just allow them to find her in the other base and think we are 'defeated'; though I can't imagine it will work for long since we have Aya still
<Seraphna> Angela> "Mmm, with Cheryl, we'd have the problem of their concentrated efforts. With only Aya, they'll only put so much focus into finding us. Cheryl we've brought the direct feelings of Warren into question, and what should be a convienent war to keep him busy will be forgotten." *she muses alloud*
<Seraphna> Angela> "I didn't want to try and tame this lion to begin with, she's a risk even if I could bring her under heel. You think if we persuade her, and turn her over to them, they might not hunt us?"
01<DeathStar> <Alexander> They'll never stop hunting us; finding Aya has been their top priority from the first day. Cheryl was merely a stepping stone. It won't be personal for Carmichael unless we took Ben.
<Seraphna> Angela> "You're not thinking of doiung that are you? Carmichael's a fine father for him."
01<DeathStar> <Alexander> I have no reason to
<Seraphna> * Angela frowns and considers. "You know, I've wondered what might happen if we could pass them off a clone of Aya." *she rubs the back of her head*
01<DeathStar> <Alexander> Hmmmm... 6* He thinks. "It would take time to do that."
<Seraphna> Angela> "The only reason they have a hint as to where we are now is Cheryl right? I suppose we could let that happen at a later time..." *she frowns* "Though persuading Cheryl and letting her go with a clone would be a nice finish, let her think she took you down and saved the day or something."
01<DeathStar> <Alexander> We'd have to bring Cheryl here, then, so they don't discover her at the other base. A clone takes a good deal of time.
<Seraphna> Angela> "Mmm, no, we'll indoctrinate her and hand her over for now, we can always arrange matters for Aya to turn up in another situation. That rogue VI group can still have some use."
<Seraphna> Angela> "If we need to buy time, having her to mess things up for them and slow them down will be vital."
01<DeathStar> <Alexander> I've already arranged false information pertaining to VI to be put into the base computers there. I have a teleporter than can take us there and back, which I will disable afterwards. If you want to see Cheryl after the process.
<Seraphna> Angela> "Is it vital? I can't help but think either of us going there will be a mistake."
01<DeathStar> <Alexander> No, though I do need to go to oversee that the false information is set up and that the base commander knows his instructions. I will contact you later, then. 6* He waves once at Aya.
01<DeathStar> 6* Then steps on.
<Seraphna> * Angela pauses a moment, thinking, but then waves it off. "Take Montana with you, will you? I've been wanting to test drive him."
01<DeathStar> <Alexander> Of course. 6* He smiles at her on his way out
<Seraphna> * Angela nods, activating the heavily armed and disguised Beta unit to follow Alexander.
<Seraphna> * Angela moves back to Aya, picking her up. "Ready for today's quiz, sweetheart?"
01<DeathStar> 6* Aya nods as the scene ends
Session Time: Tue Aug 10 00:00:00 2010