Post by Poet on May 14, 2014 23:01:53 GMT
He sat quietly in a chair at the head of the briefing room full of empty chairs. It wasn't much of a room, then again, he wasn't much of a man either. It was practically a closet.
The sun hung low and, considering its distance from where he was positioned, had ridiculously incredible aim. He leaned back in the chair as to relieve himself of a single ray's annoyance on his eyes. He crossed his leg and rest its ankle over his opposing leg's bent knee before folding the newspaper in half and resting that on the whole slightly uncomfortable mess.
It was a D ranked mission, after all that's why they were bringing recruits along. Merle just couldn't figure out why there were so many of them; he reflected back a few years from behind his glasses. Alvengrad and the Tower, its owner and operator... his illicit schemes and shady partners.
He sighed before tossing the paper from his lap to the table at his left side just as the door knob at the other end of the room began to turn.
Unfolding his leg, Merle stood up, now turning his back on the cadets in the room. There was a banner above the oldschool chalk board that read 'Advanced Spatial and Particle Theory', this was one of the few adjunct classes of the Suran Academy, where he taught the most advanced version of Archery. He picked up a stick of chalk and began writing on the board, the stick clicked after every time he put it to board from picking it up.
By the time he finished, he was about faced, now looking at those who had signed on for this mission. His hand writing was an immaculate type set, as if drawn meticulously with a ruler and protractor. He spoke aloud the words that were written on the chalk board.
"I am not Vaile Trasimene."
He placed the stick back down, rubbing the white power from his fingers against his thumb before continuing.
"Grading is done individually, though there is a team effort involved, it will not be something held against you if one fails to show."
"At any rate. Today we will be venturing into the depths of Ash Tower..." he paused, as if he found some lost memory. "THe next bit of news may frighten you, and it s for that purpose that you were kept in the dark as to what this mission really is about up until the point of turning back was not an option. Ash Tower is threatening a meltdown. One that could destroy the entire city." He spoke bluntly, and without a hint of emotion.
"There was a recorded single survivor, spatiomagical particle theoreticist Raven Valentine, and she is with us today." He looked from behind his glasses to the woman in the white lab coat. "Your mission is simple. You are to offer protection to Doctor Valentine as she plugs the metaphysical 'leaks', rescue any survivors, kill any threats that may have been mutated via the influence the rampant magical energy has on living beings, and then destroy all evidence that this mission ever happened. Simple for you boys, right?"
"All denizens will be treated as neutral until they either do not comply or become hostile, from there they are to be treated as threat level two enemies (same as an orc or felony escapee). It is up to you how you deal with these situations, and you will be evaluated on your ability to think on your feet, as well as your tact and discretion."
His movements slowed during a brief reprieve, in which he used the time to light a cigarette. He paused for questions, comments, and concerns.
Puff. A plume of smoke escaped his lips.
The sun hung low and, considering its distance from where he was positioned, had ridiculously incredible aim. He leaned back in the chair as to relieve himself of a single ray's annoyance on his eyes. He crossed his leg and rest its ankle over his opposing leg's bent knee before folding the newspaper in half and resting that on the whole slightly uncomfortable mess.
It was a D ranked mission, after all that's why they were bringing recruits along. Merle just couldn't figure out why there were so many of them; he reflected back a few years from behind his glasses. Alvengrad and the Tower, its owner and operator... his illicit schemes and shady partners.
He sighed before tossing the paper from his lap to the table at his left side just as the door knob at the other end of the room began to turn.
Unfolding his leg, Merle stood up, now turning his back on the cadets in the room. There was a banner above the oldschool chalk board that read 'Advanced Spatial and Particle Theory', this was one of the few adjunct classes of the Suran Academy, where he taught the most advanced version of Archery. He picked up a stick of chalk and began writing on the board, the stick clicked after every time he put it to board from picking it up.
By the time he finished, he was about faced, now looking at those who had signed on for this mission. His hand writing was an immaculate type set, as if drawn meticulously with a ruler and protractor. He spoke aloud the words that were written on the chalk board.
"I am not Vaile Trasimene."
He placed the stick back down, rubbing the white power from his fingers against his thumb before continuing.
"Grading is done individually, though there is a team effort involved, it will not be something held against you if one fails to show."
"At any rate. Today we will be venturing into the depths of Ash Tower..." he paused, as if he found some lost memory. "THe next bit of news may frighten you, and it s for that purpose that you were kept in the dark as to what this mission really is about up until the point of turning back was not an option. Ash Tower is threatening a meltdown. One that could destroy the entire city." He spoke bluntly, and without a hint of emotion.
"There was a recorded single survivor, spatiomagical particle theoreticist Raven Valentine, and she is with us today." He looked from behind his glasses to the woman in the white lab coat. "Your mission is simple. You are to offer protection to Doctor Valentine as she plugs the metaphysical 'leaks', rescue any survivors, kill any threats that may have been mutated via the influence the rampant magical energy has on living beings, and then destroy all evidence that this mission ever happened. Simple for you boys, right?"
"All denizens will be treated as neutral until they either do not comply or become hostile, from there they are to be treated as threat level two enemies (same as an orc or felony escapee). It is up to you how you deal with these situations, and you will be evaluated on your ability to think on your feet, as well as your tact and discretion."
His movements slowed during a brief reprieve, in which he used the time to light a cigarette. He paused for questions, comments, and concerns.
Puff. A plume of smoke escaped his lips.
