H.A.R.D. (CVnU)

Mannequin strode into the building with a fluid sway, stopping in front of the new team, "Hmm...this seems like a quaint little team" Crossing his arms and leaning on the wall, " Perhaps you should allow me to join, as you could clearly use my expertise on all things technological...seems to me you guys are lacking in that department."

@_Creed_ said:

@Evander_Slade: Creed entered the meeting room, where Evander had seemed to retreat in order to brood in his seat, no doubt thinking about the brutal loss the team had today. The lunatic hopped down onto one of the seats and yawned. "Mmm, you smell that? That is the lame, and this whole place just stinks!" Creed chuckled a bit. "Look boss man, we literally *putting his hands up* need to find some magic treasure, cause tin man? Yeah he is sort of unstoppable right now!".

Evander stands against his back window with a small black box suctioned to it, sending a layer of light through the glass to make a larger screen. Stored files from the 40's on mystic weapons scrolling by as he reads through the descriptions. In his mind they didn't suffer a loss. He held anger that the terrorist Warsman got what he wanted but the country was in one piece in the end, and that was a victory enough for the time. "Your right" He never thought he'd say that to the wild card, "We need a plan in motion when he comes back out of Elysia. We were off point this time around. This team is only one by name so far." Pulling the black box from the wall he puts it on the center of the desk, the light spreading across his ebony desk in green text and images, "There are three possible weapons we need. Their all dangerous to acquire. Are you up for a retrieval mission Agent."

@Ethan Starks said:

@Impero@The Last Arashikage@Evander_Slade@Quintus_Knightfall@_Creed_@Ren_:

Covered head to toe in Armani business attire, the recently promoted agent of the U.S. government settled at the meeting table of H.A.R.D, dossier laid out before him on the recent happenings in the world. "Thirty two thousand fatalities, fifty five thousand substantial injuries, one million code of conduct violations, nearly two billion dollars in property damage, and to top it all off, submitting to the whims of an international terrorist. This is not what you call, "going hard," now is it?" Ethan Starks stood before Evander Slade and his crew with a condescending grin, amused by their looks of disdain.

"Team. Though we are not government affiliated, my recent talk with the UN put us in the public eye, and in doing so, the states. We now have a liason on behalf of the US government, mister Ethan Starks, " Looking Starks in his eye Evander continues to address the team as well, "He has no power of authority. The well known scietific genius, is only here to suggest, analyze, and judge our actions for the higher ups. His mission involvement is only limited by his willingness to join during said missions. Treat him with th same level of respect he treats you."

@Mannequin"Tell me a little more about yourself Agent. I like to keep to keep fulll background files on all new recruits."

Mannequin swiftly strides across the other side of the room where Evander_Slade was positioned and leans against the wall, "Well besides being able to hack a network under five seconds, I have a wide plethora of abilities that would function to your liking in battle. Besides my obvious technopathic abilities, I've performed superhuman feats such as telekinesis, shifting my physical interface to match that of my liking...sort of like a shape shifter. I can absorb, as well as manipulate electrical energy, lift objects consisting of 10 ton in weight, and to set the bar even higher I'm capable of flight that matches the speeds of sound." Locking his piercing hazel-brown eyes on Evander_Slade and folding his arms, "So how's that for overqualified?"

@Mannequin: Evander looks at the newest recruit and doesn't show his feeling, but he thinks he may have found his heaviest hitter, " You've got serious potential son. What's your name?"

@Evander_Slade: "Hell yeah I am! Been waiting to do some easter egg hunting" Creed smirked under his mask. "Gimme the files and I will head out first thing on the morrow...I think thats how they said it? I mean IN the morrow makes no sense".

@Evander_Slade said:

@_Creed_ said:

@Evander_Slade: Creed entered the meeting room, where Evander had seemed to retreat in order to brood in his seat, no doubt thinking about the brutal loss the team had today. The lunatic hopped down onto one of the seats and yawned. "Mmm, you smell that? That is the lame, and this whole place just stinks!" Creed chuckled a bit. "Look boss man, we literally *putting his hands up* need to find some magic treasure, cause tin man? Yeah he is sort of unstoppable right now!".

Evander stands against his back window with a small black box suctioned to it, sending a layer of light through the glass to make a larger screen. Stored files from the 40's on mystic weapons scrolling by as he reads through the descriptions. In his mind they didn't suffer a loss. He held anger that the terrorist Warsman got what he wanted but the country was in one piece in the end, and that was a victory enough for the time. "Your right" He never thought he'd say that to the wild card, "We need a plan in motion when he comes back out of Elysia. We were off point this time around. This team is only one by name so far." Pulling the black box from the wall he puts it on the center of the desk, the light spreading across hins we need. Their all dangerous to

Arashikage@Evander_Slade@Quintus_Knightfall@_Creed_@Ren_:

Covered head to toe in Armani business attire, the recently promoted agent of the U.S. government settled at the meeting table of H.A.R.D, dossier laid out before him on the recent happenings in the world. "Thirty two thousand fatalities, fifty five thousand substantial injuries, one million code of conduct violations, nearly two billion dollars in property damage, and to top it all off, submitting to the whims of an international terrorist. This is not what you call, "going hard," now is it?" Ethan Starks stood before Evander Slade and his crew with a condescending grin, amused by their looks of disdain.

"Team. Though we are not government affiliated, my recent talk with the UN put us in the public eye, and in doing so, the states. We now have a liason on behalf of the US government, mister Ethan Starks, " Looking Starks in his eye Evander continues to address the team as well, "He has no power of authority. The well known scietific genius, is only here to suggest, analyze, and judge our actions for the higher ups. His mission involvement is only limited by his willingness to join during said missions. Treat him with th same level of respect he treats you

"So did you grow that beard like that because somebody dared you to or..?" Even after the director's order, Creed continued his banter at Starks.

@Evander_Slade: Shaking his head as news of a "suit" acting alongside the newly formed group, as well as a$$ raping defeat they had been handed their first time out, all served in the formation of the Arashikage's cantankerous attitude. Sliding his yellow tinted goggles atop his head he arrogantly leaned back in his seat while slipping his earphones on and toning out.

Meeting @Evander_Slade 's gaze, Mannequin looks at him with both exuberance and disgust in his eyes, "The name given to me by my human parents was Micah Lorence Chaisson, but I go by Mannequin now." Floating above Evander_Slade, Mannequin's once hazel-brown eyes begin to glow a color reminiscent to cerulean blue, and his expression grew cold, "Don't ever refer to me as son, I'm not your boy Slade." Mannequin landed in such regalness it astonished his fellow teammates, "Now, if you could be ever so kind Evander and direct me as to where I'll be staying?"

@Mannequin: "Kid...I've seen worse than you and came back to talk about it. But fair enough." Standing Evander digs into his desk drawer, pulling out a card and swipping it through the side of his computer, "This is a key card for the level 3 team quarters, your room is marked on the back. If you have any questions just ask."

"Welcome to the team Agent Mannequin."

@_Creed_: "I've got no idea. Here" Putting the files out he draws them back, "If you can't get your hands on these then destroy them. We don't need power like this on the street. Good luck" Pushign the files into Creeds hands of the possible artifacts that could rival Warsman

@Evander_Slade: "Oh hoho! This is going to be some classic Indianna Jones schtick!" Creed laughed while getting up and running for the exit, hitting the clean glass like a bird. "Invisible walls!? Witch craft!" He screamed before grabbing one of the chairs, smashing through the glass and running off.

@Evander_Slade: Snatching the keycard from Evander's hands, Mannequin smirks and looks at Evander with disbelief. Mannequin couldn't believe Evander wasn't rattled by his little performace, "Of course a man of my stature will have his own wing, and someone attending to my every whim Evander, it seems only fitting...wouldn't you agree?" Mannequin began to motion his hands in somewhat of a dramatic affect, "After all I am a superior being, far more deserving of pampering and care, than the filth you let parade around here...am i not?"

@_Creed_: (rofl)

Pressing the 0 on his desk phone "I need a new window"

@Mannequin: "No, I don't." Turning back to his desk Evander pulls out a schedule for meals and relaxation time. 'While you are a valued member right now, you'll live under the same rules and privileges of everyone here, equally. "

Damnit I deleted my Ethan post -_- I'll do another one later.

@Evander_Slade: Mannequin looked dismayed by his comment, he figured Evander a fool and simply wanted to test his mettle. Flustered, Mannequin quickly folded his arms and began to float, "Well Sir Evander, is anyone going to escort me to my quarters? It would allow me the opportunity to get better acquainted with someone else, seeing as how you have the personality of a dial tone, I figure I could use the company of someone with better people skills."

@Evander_Slade: Approaching the indisputable leader of the diversely amassed collection of extraordinary individuals, the enigmatic Impero halts with the intent not of voicing his displeasure with the condescending nature of an Ethan Starks, but to discuss their recent defeat at the hands of the cosmic Warsman. "Evander-san", he began, addressing his H.A.R.D. superior with a respectful honorific, "Since our recent defeat, I've been developing an item specifically designed to shut down Warsman's powers. It is something that I'm certain you'd like to know about".

@Impero@The Last Arashikage@Evander_Slade@Quintus_Knightfall@_Creed_@Ren_:

"What I do have--" Ethan quickly cut in with a sharp tone intent on recalling the waning attention of the team he was now forced to embrace. "Is a true answer to Warsman. A blueprint if you will. With your diverse group of abilities we can complete this project within a single month." Ethan unveiled his designs through a 3D holographic projection system built into his smart watch. It expanded wide in an attempt to catch their focus once again. "I call it the Particle Proselyte."

Arriving down from the deck after completion of a mission in Russia, the former Shadow Initiative member quickly made her way down to the in-progress conference. Taking a quick detour to switch out of mission clothes in her room, she arrived fashionably late and clad in a fitted pair of skinny jeans, military-influenced leather jacket and a favored pair of leather boots. Sliding into the back of the room unnoticed in her usual manner, she immediately stiffened at the new arrival.

Already making mental notes on name, stature and other physical details, she'd have Prophet run him through the SEER systems in an attempt to obtain all available information. Her back was figuratively up against the wall just as much as it physically was at this point. Shirking at any official government involvement, knowledge would be her security.

(Just got off give me a lil while)

@Ethan Starks said:

@Impero@The Last Arashikage@Evander_Slade@Quintus_Knightfall@_Creed_@Ren_:

"What I do have--" Ethan quickly cut in with a sharp tone intent on recalling the waning attention of the team he was now forced to embrace. "Is a true answer to Warsman. A blueprint if you will. With your diverse group of abilities we can complete this project within a single month." Ethan unveiled his designs through a 3D holographic projection system built into his smart watch. It expanded wide in an attempt to catch their focus once again. "I call it the Particle Proselyte."

"Ok ok, so do YOU know why kids loves the taste of cinnamon toast crunch?" Creed said, raising his hand like it was high school all over again.

@Ethan Starks: With his previously straying attention, and disinterest in the Armani clad individual's presence, Ishin's focus was quick to transition towards Ethan Starks with instantaneous reaction. Arms instinctively crossed, the masked icon turned to face the recent arrival, his experimental 'Particle Proselyte' seizing his attention. "Then please Starks-san, elaborate on your discovery", he requested calmly, perhaps harboring the greatest desire to defeat Warsman between his teammates, having grown fully aware of the universal magnitude of the cosmic tyrant.

@Mannequin: "Absolutely. Salt?" A white haired woman with porcelain white skin in skirt and H.A.R.D. leather jacket and button up beneath, The young assistant Salt Sanchez points towards the third hallway, "Just take Mr.Mannequin to the class 3 three quarters and find help him find his room." Evander says with a kind smile to the loyal agent before re-entering his office and shutting the door.

allowing Mannequin to meet her pace Salt watches the new member out the corner of her peripheral. Watching the young man for a moment she let her curiosity over come her, "Mr.Chaisson? would you mind if I asked what made you decide to be a hero? I mean, with your abilities you could be unstoppable Why the good side?" Stepping into an elevator she crosses her arms behind her back and with a inquisitive look watche the new member and instant superior to herself

@Impero said:

@Evander_Slade: Approaching the indisputable leader of the diversely amassed collection of extraordinary individuals, the enigmatic Impero halts with the intent not of voicing his displeasure with the condescending nature of an Ethan Starks, but to discuss their recent defeat at the hands of the cosmic Warsman. "Evander-san", he began, addressing his H.A.R.D. superior with a respectful honorific, "Since our recent defeat, I've been developing an item specifically designed to shut down Warsman's powers. It is something that I'm certain you'd like to know about".

Bowing slightly at the approach of the quiet martial arts colossus Evander listens intently, "Agent Creed is out retrieving something else that should work. But we need definites. Speak freely in front of the team." He said taking a seat at the head and lighting a 'cigar' on the way down "We need to raise the trust level around here. What did you have in mind?"

@Ethan Starks said:

@Impero@The Last Arashikage@Evander_Slade@Quintus_Knightfall@_Creed_@Ren_:

"What I do have--" Ethan quickly cut in with a sharp tone intent on recalling the waning attention of the team he was now forced to embrace. "Is a true answer to Warsman. A blueprint if you will. With your diverse group of abilities we can complete this project within a single month." Ethan unveiled his designs through a 3D holographic projection system built into his smart watch. It expanded wide in an attempt to catch their focus once again. "I call it the Particle Proselyte."

Leaning forward as a puff of smoke clouds his face, interested in what the outsourced agent had in mind, "Whats the function?"

@Impero@The Last Arashikage@Evander_Slade@Quintus_Knightfall@_Creed_@Ren_

As Ethan spoke he pulled black leather gloves over his fingers, a thin circuit board ran across the bottom half of the item. "The device was initially created for the containment of hazardous energy as a counter for the nuclear bomb scare after 9/11. The rotating turbines absorb massive amounts of energy instantaneously," using his hands he enlarged the turbines for closer study. Tidbits of information began appearing around the parts as he continued his narrative. "Because of the rapid absorption of various energy the machine becomes highly volatile, and the eruption would be catastrophic," his hands slashed across the exterior of the oval shaped machine, separating it as various inner components were made visible. Two small prisms developed via Ethan's fingers dragging them out of the digital make up. Light pulsated vibrantly around the objects and he said, "if not for these, Eezo chambers, used to contain and generate constant antimatter reactions. With these antimatter particles applying the force needed to stabilize the exponential energies generated with the turbines, we now have a way to potentially cripple the titan." Ethan took a second to catch the gazes of the uncanny assembly of forces, then returned his gaze to the blueprint. "That's not all though. Once the energy is introduced to the antimatter reaction, it changes, becomes toxic. The energy is polluted by the poisonous particles. If he tries to reclaim the energy he'll destroy himself." Ethan closed the presentation with a clap of his hands and took a seat. "If Warsman successfully destroys the Particle Proselyte, the explosion will be devastating. More lives will be lost than in all of history's wars."

Mannequin places his fingers to his brows in an aggravated manner, and lets out a mild sigh, "Who said anything about me being good, I only side with you humans in hopes that one day I could reclaim that which was lost to me...my humanity. I was android built to love and cherish human emotions, but I deleted all form of emotion from my files when my parents were stripped from me, I eventually grew to hate humanity. However I'm making progress in reclaiming what little love I had for humanity...it's what my parents would've wanted."

@Ethan Starks: Optimistic at the mention of a device capable of countering Warsman's immense reliance on the universe's premier energies, Ishin silently commended the effort used in developing such an invention. And while harboring genuine respect and reasonable confidence in Particle Proselyte, the intellectual Keijijo would not halt his extensive experimentation in the hopes of devising his own manner of negating the cosmic tyrant's capabilities. "And your invention takes into account Warsman's magical energies and psionic energies as well?", he questioned quite calmly.

@Impero: With a curt nod Ethan replied, "Of course. My team was studying him from the beginning. You showing against him revealed a substantial amount of information on him. I have to thank you for that." His head shook just when you thought he was done, the man being a very talkative type. "Alone, this machine stands no chance against the Iron Tyrant. You guys will still have to weaken him considerably so that senses are dulled long enough for the process to work effectively. As we have seen from Ishin, it can be done, and with this device you can deliver the knock out blow."

@Ethan Starks: "Interesting", Ishin admitted, harboring virtually nonexistent skepticism in regards to the device's effectiveness. However, he constantly remained on alert, while powerful, Warsman was an intellectual and manipulator, any potential methods for information being conveyed to him would have to be taken into account.

@Ren_ Creed walked up to Ren's personal quarters door, clearing his throat and cracking his neck. In his hand was a few roses, of course a ridiculous joke written on the card that came with it. However, just as he was about to knock, he saw his mask in thee reflection of the fine silver door and sighed. "Yeah...Right.." He mumbled while turning around and walking away, tossing the flowers in the trash and stuffed his hands in his costume's pockets. You can't keep doing this to yourself...I agree with slant for once, JUST DO IT ALREADY! "Shut up! I will when she doesn't want to break my arms again!" He yelled while turning the corner.

@_Creed_: I'll get this in a little bit. Doing some cleaning and then I've gotta get to the RPG post for the team.

@_Creed_: I gotta give you props for writing the funniest character I've ever seen on the Vine :P

@Impero said:

@_Creed_: I gotta give you props for writing the funniest character I've ever seen on the Vine :P

Zool watched his teammates, most he did not know of and some did not now of him. No matter he thought, how a team works on the field of battle is more important.

@_Creed_ said:

@Ren_ Creed walked up to Ren's personal quarters door, clearing his throat and cracking his neck. In his hand was a few roses, of course a ridiculous joke written on the card that came with it. However, just as he was about to knock, he saw his mask in thee reflection of the fine silver door and sighed. "Yeah...Right.." He mumbled while turning around and walking away, tossing the flowers in the trash and stuffed his hands in his costume's pockets. You can't keep doing this to yourself...I agree with slant for once, JUST DO IT ALREADY! "Shut up! I will when she doesn't want to break my arms again!" He yelled while turning the corner.

The proximity alert light, hidden inconspicuously on the ledge of her bookcase, went off, alerting Mac to a visitor outside her door. Nothing if not always security-conscious, she paid no mind for the moment, turning a page in her novel. When the expected knock on her door didn't sound, she unwound her legs and walked through her spacious apartment. Pushing up the sleeves of her baggy sweater, the curious redhead stood in her doorway, catching sight of Creed's back and electing not to say anything.

@Ren_: Creed grumbled while turning back, going back to grab the flowers he threw away, only to see Ren. "Oh-! Heeey Ren! What's shakin'? Do people still say that? Shaking? Or is that a eighties thing?" Creed gave a wave while scratching the back of his head.

@_Creed_: "Can't say that all that much is going on...and I'm pretty sure that nobody says that anymore." A small smile curved her lips at his sporadic humor as she arched an eyebrow in interest. "Was there anything that you needed?"

@Ren_: Creed looked at the crumpled up flowers in the trash, of course not having pupils had the benefit of someone not knowing what he is staring at, quickly looking back at Ren. "I was just wondering if you wanted to uhh..Go for a walk around the base! Cause that is just the normal thing to do on a team full of elite killers, chat!" Creed chuckled while raising his arms up.

@_Creed_: Her eyes shifted to the wastebasket, not overly worried with what was in there as she slid her hands into her pockets. "Fresh air sounds like it could do me some good." Slipping her feet into a pair of cheetah print flats, she strode past Creed, heading down the hallway.

@Ren_: "To the poop deck!" He shouted while following Ren, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Sooo...Pisces? Virgo? Ahh your right, small talk is so lame. Natural red?" This is horrible!

@_Creed_: Slowly winding their way through the halls, passing on board personnel as they made their way topside, Renegade just grinned. "Natural red. And Capricorn." As they walked outside the airlock doors, the sun glinted down on them, the smell of sea salt in the air. "Why'd you join this team?"

@Ren_: "The money, and the fun of course! H.A.R.D has me on a payroll" Creed explained while stretching his arms and sighing. "Gotta say, pretty surprised you havent, you know, snapped my neck or something yet".

@_Creed_: @_Creed_ said:

@Ren_: "The money, and the fun of course! H.A.R.D has me on a payroll" Creed explained while stretching his arms and sighing. "Gotta say, pretty surprised you havent, you know, snapped my neck or something yet".

hands Creed his check for the month

Pirate pun charge:40,000

Ammunitions charge: 167,450.67

Total payment:

Half-tempted to hack into your computer systems and brag about how I'm learning how to control reality while you're all hunting an old fart.

@Warsman said:

Half-tempted to hack into your computer systems and brag about how I'm learning how to control reality while you're all hunting an old fart.

hahaha

You can't tell me before hand though. Now there's three plans in my mind if you do :P

Be patient you'll get hwooped in few days

@Evander_Slade: LMAO at Creed's paycheck.

@Evander_Slade:

That's where the "half" in half-tempted comes in. The other half is concerned with keeping quiet and not interrupting you while you make your mistakes.

@Warsman: Once there was a chess master. He was world known. One day he versed a novice. He was so sure of himself after he saw all the flaws of the novices game.

Unil the single move where the novice had lured him by his own pride intoa checkmate ;)

@Impero said:

@Evander_Slade: LMAO at Creed's paycheck.

Everybody's check

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@Evander_Slade said:

@_Creed_: @_Creed_ said:

@Ren_: "The money, and the fun of course! H.A.R.D has me on a payroll" Creed explained while stretching his arms and sighing. "Gotta say, pretty surprised you havent, you know, snapped my neck or something yet".

hands Creed his check for the month

Pirate pun charge:40,000

Ammunitions charge: 167,450.67

Total payment:

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-$10

@Impero Red hair tinged with black streaks leftover from a previous mission fell down her back and over her shoulder as Mac slowly descended the simple stairs down into one of the spacious lounging quarters areas. Fully decked out with luxurious amenities, she moved through it and over towards the kitchen area. Propping a hip against the counter, she pushed up the sleeves of her oversize sweater and began preparing a mug of hot chocolate, absentmindedly caught up in the menial task.

@Ren_: Clad in the ceremonial hooded attire of the symbolic Keijijo Impero, enigmatic Ishin found himself indulged in the serene setting of the headquarter's surprisingly enormous lounge area. Arms characteristically crossed before his chest, the Martial Arts Messiah's historically legendary mask remained tightly tied to his left bicep, his naturally mesmeric yet piercing, multi-colored eyes peering out the provided window, intently examining the ambient ethereal particles invisible to most. Quickly, his senses detect the presence of his teammate, Ren, an individual he knows very little about. Calmly turning round to face her, the poised Impero nods towards her in respectful acknowledgement of her presence, unsure of what to say to an individual who presents herself as an enigma to even him.

@Impero: She slowly drank in his appearance, tracking movements that were so fluid and effortless, it was hard for the eye to follow. There was nothing that intrigued Renegade more than a mystery that seemed unsolvable and at the moment, the enigmatic Keijijo Impero fit that bill.

Slowly bringing the mug up to her lips, she languidly sipped while perching a seat on the counter. Watching him from beneath heavy-lidded eyes, the corner of her mouth turned up in a mischievous smirk, as she nodded back respectfully. "Impero."