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Scramjet
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The Intervention Mar 11, 2022 4:29:24 GMT

Post by Scramjet on Mar 11, 2022 4:29:24 GMT

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[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I did hear him threaten your life,”

Scramjet remarked coolly.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I also have footage of you saying you’ll scatter his dismembered remains across the continent. Now, do we want to continue debating this, or will we do something productive, ma’am?”

The girl seemed to go for the latter, thankfully. Scramjet crossed his arms, keeping his eyes on her like a hawk as she drank some sort of energy drink like this was a witness interrogation and she’d been offered a soft drink. The casual nature of this entire encounter had already put him on his back foot, and the fact that the people here didn’t seem to give a damn about the law certainly didn’t help his mood. Nothing to be done— he wouldn’t lose sleep over it. If all criminals were courteous, he would have been out of a job long ago. Instead of antagonizing further, Rasmus gave a nod towards Fate— an alias the analysts on the other side of his visor were already looking into— and a glance over his shoulder at Spider-Bite once there was a request for an apology.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I appreciate your cooperation, ma’am, but I don’t think we should let the fate of thermonuclear arms rest on the shoulders of pettiness.”

He tapped his foot once, then uncrossed his arms, walking towards Psi and keeping his back to the wall as he moved.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I don’t know about you, but I’d hate for civilian lives to be lost over a personal spat between two folks, yeah? Wouldn’t you agree, Spider-Bite? Fate?”

He hoped to appeal to both parties’ reason, but one or the other would hopefully suffice, here.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I’m sure we can all agree that this is bigger than us. I just want to make sure civilians are safe.”

The conversation was paralleled with Psi’s own explanation of his situation— one that Scramjet knew well enough, though the suggestion of Alvis Holt acting out of character certainly came as a surprise. Scramjet could tell he was about to get lumped in with the man, though, so he momentarily diverted his attention away from Fate— though he made sure to keep the woman in his peripheral, at the very least.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”Now hold on— you can address me directly, Psi. On top of that, you’re making a lot of assumptions on my behalf.”

Firstly, there needed to be some sort of foundation to build trust off of. Hopefully, this meeting was a step in the right direction.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I came here with Griffonage and Spider-Bite because I wanted to talk to you myself. We don’t think you’re a lost cause— we wouldn’t be here if we thought that, kid.”

Now came the hard part— honesty.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I was here to try and convince you to return to Dr. Holt’s care,”

Scramjet stated, crossing his arms.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I understand you have your reservations. This changes things. I won’t force you or try to convince you right now, so let’s move off of that. I’m not here to arrest you or return you to this Agency group, either— what I wanted to do here, first and foremost, was get your side of the story.”

Scramjet took a step closer, hands clearly shown. The kid was a telekinetic, so he didn’t want to make any sudden moves— especially with Psi’s track record of collateral.

[attr="style","display:inline;text-shadow:0px 0px 3px #b671c2;"]”I think answering a couple questions about why you got this way is fair play, considering you nearly dropped a building on a few of us a couple days back, kid. People talk, and they’re going to see somebody who is out of control. The more collateral you cause and the more you isolate, the easier it is for the Agency, Alvis, or anyone who wants to see you brought in to point at you and paint you as a villain. I do not want that. I am here to try and clear your name, if I can, and get the truth. I know you say you want to do it your way, but I’m not convinced that it’s the right course of action, given recent events. Is that fair?”

Last Edit: Mar 11, 2022 4:34:12 GMT by Scramjet

Katpride
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Where's your sense of whimsy?

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The Intervention Mar 20, 2022 19:05:40 GMT

Post by Katpride on Mar 20, 2022 19:05:40 GMT

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Griffonage does her best to look at Fate without turning her head, studying the woman in the corner of her eye. So, she’s been cast as ‘nameless girl #2, temporary moral compass.’ Flattering.

She takes a moment to ponder just how, despite her best efforts, she keeps ending up as the voice of reason. Surely there are more capable candidates. Like Scramjet, who’s doing a great job, actually, or at least has kept the two feuding parties from actually killing each other. Small victories.

While the others talk and bicker, Griffonage entertains a brief staring contest with one of the eyes on Psi’s arm. Oh man, alright, that’s kind of cool. How does that connect back to him - it’s on his arm, is it also in his brain? But the discoloration doesn’t go past the shoulder, at least from what she can see.

Weird science stuff is at play here, and she’s, like, a leading expert in weird science stuff. Sometimes. She’s doing her best. When Psi sets the files down, she reaches out to pick one up and begins to flip through it, with the same faux-casualness of picking up a magazine in a waiting room. Reading is a little weird with the mask on, but she skims over what she can.

She finds more answers than she’d bargained for, and her casual act quickly falls away the more she reads. Experiments, terribly unethical human experiments with- what? Alien life forms? Parasites, of some sort. Well out of her area of expertise. She flips through the papers a bit quicker, sitting up straight in her chair and gathering another file to cross-check. A gross misuse of power and science, that’s what all of this is.

“The Agency did all this?” Griffonage asks, finally setting the papers aside for a moment. Her voice is dead serious, her attention fixed solely on Psi. Suddenly, the thing on his arm seems a little less cool and a lot more potentially dangerous. For him, mostly, but also for everyone else. After a moment, she shakes her head and looks down again, pushing the files more towards the middle of the table so that the others can see them too. “That’s not ok. That’s- no one’s going back there, except maybe to shut it down.”

“Psi, you said you wanted to get help, right? What with, or just… in general?” Griffonage didn’t become a hero just to mindlessly enforce whatever laws the government churns out. Helping people was at the forefront of her mind, as it is now. She lets that part of her brain take over as she considers her fellow heroes- surely they also want to help, right?

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Dusty
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To see a Keeper is not an easy thing, especially one who does not wish to be seen.

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The Intervention Mar 30, 2022 22:37:41 GMT

Post by Dusty on Mar 30, 2022 22:37:41 GMT

Psi would turn his head to Scramjet as Griffonage read the file, he would listen - quietly. He would cross his arms as he eyed Scramjet up; watching his movements. He knew how fast the guy was and like him, watched for sudden moves. He really didn’t want to bury his home but if he had to make sure that he wasn’t arrested, he would. Maybe they knew that, Spider-Bite and Scramjet; but he would look at Griffonage.

He hesitated for a moment, tensing up. She didn’t deserve that, she was innocent here. It was rare for morality to be a factor for Psi and his actions, but he would just relent; relaxing a bit before nodding to Scramjet.

“Fine. I’m sorry about the building. I am and I know no one here will probably accept that apology. I was scared, I just went toe to toe with Smasher - then that monster arrived. Something akin to the thing on my arm. For a moment I saw myself - and it scared me, I ran away. It was childish, insane and downright desperate of me.”

He would clench his hands, annoyed at himself for a moment. The Psker didn’t mean to do it - so he ignored it. Being forced to confront his mistakes was taking a toll on him even more, making him look away and close his eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, it just happened. The building, his powers - the god awful parasite. None of this was fair! None of it at all!

“...I want to do it my way because everyone I know right now I can’t trust. I tried to. And it backfired, I could have killed Alvis because of what he did! You think I want to go around, destroying things? No amount of help is going to get over the bottle neck I’ve created, the only way it to slowly train my powers till they don’t cause collateral. And it’s to ensure no one around me gets hurt. This isn’t just about not trusting people, it’s about responsibility. I did this to myself, now I have to undo it. I’m not going to Alvis about that, because if he makes another move like he did I won’t be able to stop the parasite from hurting him. I’m not being prosecuted because he decided that I’m bad enough person that messing with my thoughts was an option.”

He would explain, looking back up as Griffonage spoke. His eyes would look back at the files, before gesturing to Scramjet to come closer and read. A gesture of uneasy trust, allowing him to come closer and read. He wasn’t fully relaxed, he could do something drastic still but it was ultimately up to the people in the room if he did that. He wasn’t going to attack anyone as long as they didn’t make a move.

“Yeah. They did. I was in their care since I was young. Care… Being exaggerated. They saw me as a threat, developed ways to contain me. Going about having grand plans for my powers. Not a single method worked, apart from one.”

Psi would shudder as he brought that last point up. Whatever that last method was, he didn’t want to talk about it. It ripped tears into his psyche. Another mistake he made, something he’ll need to fix down the line.

“Help become better. I’m not opposed to accepting help, I was going to see a few people to ask for help and introduce myself. Just no prison cells, no Facility X. If I’m going to do better, I need to do it my way. It’s a task I can’t do alone - I know that. But I’m worried about who I can trust now. I don’t know who’ll be hired or bribed. Hell the fact that you’re all here means I’ll need to leave this place soon; if you could have all found it by putting a bug on me, they can too.”

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Fate
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The Intervention Apr 10, 2022 3:49:56 GMT

Post by Fate on Apr 10, 2022 3:49:56 GMT

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[attr="style","color:red;text-shadow:-1px 1px 4px black;display:inline;"]“Damn, so stubborn you won’t even give a simple apology. Sounds about right.”

Fate’s eyes bore a hole in the back of Cassidy’s head, hoping he could feel her gaze. Did he really just say that she was anything but good? Damn, that’s hurtful. He was right, of course, but still, he had no evidence to back that up. In fact, he'd only technically seen her do good. She made a face as Scramjet brought her comment about scattered remains back up and threw it back at her. That was in self-defense, it’s fine. She couldn’t help but snort as he tried to appeal to her sense of humanity.

[attr="style","color:red;text-shadow:-1px 1px 4px black;display:inline;"]“Gotta disagree with you there, Scrammy. I don’t think I’d have gotten this far if I wasn’t petty as shit.”

She flashed him a smile as she tossed the finished Monster can over her shoulder, the expected clatter never coming. Fate didn’t respond to his comment about civilian lives, just kept her grin smeared across her face. As they all turned to talk with Psi, however, the grin slid off, leaving an expression of boredom. Of course she still listened, making mental notes on all this lovely information that could be dug into, but at this point, everything was dulling down into stupid morals. She waited for an opening in the conversation, a moment of uneasy silence, before butting in.

[attr="style","color:red;text-shadow:-1px 1px 4px black;display:inline;"]“Well, this has been fun.”

She clapped her hands together, a barely visible card appearing between them before disappearing once more.

[attr="style","color:red;text-shadow:-1px 1px 4px black;display:inline;"]“Psi, let me know if you wanna do anything about those Agency people. Sure wouldn't mind giving them some hell.”

She barked out a laugh as she started pulling herself to her feet, still on top of the fridge.

[attr="style","color:red;text-shadow:-1px 1px 4px black;display:inline;"]“You, didn’t catch your name but love the colors. Keep on rocking it.”

She turned her attention to the remaining two.

[attr="style","color:red;text-shadow:-1px 1px 4px black;display:inline;"]“As for you two. Well, I gave an option. Not my fault you didn’t take it. Maybe I’ll get that apology next time. Whaddya say, Cassidy?”

Fate’s hand went to her mouth in an expression of mock surprise.

[attr="style","color:red;text-shadow:-1px 1px 4px black;display:inline;"]“Oops, did I say that out loud? Ah well, secret identities are overrated. Ain’t that right, Cassidy?”

Fate made sure to emphasize the name at the end before stepping backwards off the fridge, plummeting into the darkness of her prepared Chariot, her laugh echoing the whole time.

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Fate, She Who Draws Cards