TheLoneRook
Death's Secretary
GENESIS BULLET: RELOADED
Jim Conway sits alone at a cold metal desk in what used to be an interrogation room. His office would normally be a much more fitting place to work, but it’s filled with paperwork for things he isn’t concerned about and more importantly, Donna refuses to leave him alone, berating him constantly about his sleep schedule. His form breaks over a stack of files strewn across the space, scouring every detail and scribbling up his assessments on a blank page in the center. A knock hits the door like a hammer to a gong and Conway shoots up.
“Get in here.”
A man clad in a suit of metal mesh and circuitry flows into the room as the door shuts behind him, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his baseball cap.
“How are they?”
“Tired. Physical training went long since Valentine refused to cooperate with the team drill, but they’re getting better.”
“Wirt?”
“Sleeping, he switched to Jarrell today and that was something to witness. Kid almost had a fit.”
“He didn’t try anything either? I’m shocked.”
“Well the twins were there and they do a good job of making sure everyone’s playing by the rules.”
“Dante and Dorian?”
“Doing what they do best.”
“Fighting?”
“Hide and seek.”
“Of course...the others?”
“Cecilia and Valk were playing with their toys last I checked, Luck’s pretending she’s asleep, probably tinkering with Chance, not sure. Hunter’s reading, Lovette and Jarrell are…the way that they are.”
Jim nodded, collecting his files as he pushed his chair back, raising his head to the board in front of him. Maps, strike points, targets, the beginnings of a new era. He took a deep breath.
“You think they’re ready?”
“I think they’re a band of misfits we handed guns and superpowers to, but they can do it.”
“That’s not what I asked Rob.”
“Well what you asked doesn’t have an answer, not when we haven’t even put them in the field. We have to see them flex before we can ever get a sense of what they’re capable of. You know that.” Jim sighed, pulling himself to his feet.
“I’ll start prepping the operations, getting things in order.”
“They’ll be ready, Jim.”
Like a carcass tossed onto a floaty, Lyra drifted across the pool to and fro, flopping along to the cacophony of Lila ranting about the oversaturation of low-quality truffles in today’s market. It was all Lyra could do not to fall asleep to her soothing tangent. Marble, an older overgrown made entirely of...marble, was using his massive size to create a nice little tide pool with his arms. Lots of people avoided him since he was a bit frightening to look at, but Lyra got along well with him after they shared a soda, he ate the can. Her feet dangled against the waves and she practiced her aim with icecubes from the cooler she drug along with her, flinging them at Marble’s forehead for the satisfying *clack*. He didn’t seem to mind, then again she wasn’t even sure if he could feel it, or even see them coming. He just kept the waves going, like a well-oiled machine made of rocks and…other shit.
“Why are you swimming in a hoodie?” Jimmy sat in the doorway to the pool room, looking as exhausted as ever. Lyra shrugged, crossing her legs.
“Why is there an oversaturation of low-quality truffles in the modern day marketplace?” This made Jimmy sigh.
“Touche. Marble, Lauren needs you up top, you’re overdue for your checkup.” Marble, though clearly not excited about this as his eyes squinted at the peak of his emotional output, thundered his way out of the pool, leaving the last of his epic waves as he left. He waved his solemn goodbye to the twins and followed Jimmy out. Lyra pouted as the water began to still and her propulsion promptly ceased.
“Well, my life just got significantly less interesting. Lila darling, I feel as though I’m slipping into madness, please for the love of god stop talking about truffles.”
Dante finished his workout earlier than he’d expected, setting all the weights back in place and making sure the truck was sitting next to the wrecking ball so that Lovette could do her supersets when she came in. He knew he’d done a good job considering the entire room was pretty much in a thick haze, but he never really felt tired much anymore, compliments to his hardworking efficiency system he’d picked up for the small price of a bullet to the chest. The scar was nowhere to be found, so he couldn’t exactly brag to the ladies, but then again the only ladies he could brag to were...interesting. Part of him wondered if he could manage a dating life once this was all over, but the other part of him reminded him that he was a walking super-vape and that was a trend he did not see coming back any time soon. He sighed, maintaining a bit of optimism in that chicks dig superheroes and going on with the rest of his day, making sure to hit the fan before he left.
He steamed his way back to the kitchen, pulling out some dragonfruits he requested special from Guam for the smoothie of a lifetime. If he were to put his favorite things on a list the first would be smoothies and the second would probably be sex. Probably. S’mores are also a strong competitor. While he was blending he scanned for anyone around, waved to Marble as he passed through. Quiet guy, for a living boulder.
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Jim Conway sits alone at a cold metal desk in what used to be an interrogation room. His office would normally be a much more fitting place to work, but it’s filled with paperwork for things he isn’t concerned about and more importantly, Donna refuses to leave him alone, berating him constantly about his sleep schedule. His form breaks over a stack of files strewn across the space, scouring every detail and scribbling up his assessments on a blank page in the center. A knock hits the door like a hammer to a gong and Conway shoots up.
“Get in here.”
A man clad in a suit of metal mesh and circuitry flows into the room as the door shuts behind him, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his baseball cap.
“How are they?”
“Tired. Physical training went long since Valentine refused to cooperate with the team drill, but they’re getting better.”
“Wirt?”
“Sleeping, he switched to Jarrell today and that was something to witness. Kid almost had a fit.”
“He didn’t try anything either? I’m shocked.”
“Well the twins were there and they do a good job of making sure everyone’s playing by the rules.”
“Dante and Dorian?”
“Doing what they do best.”
“Fighting?”
“Hide and seek.”
“Of course...the others?”
“Cecilia and Valk were playing with their toys last I checked, Luck’s pretending she’s asleep, probably tinkering with Chance, not sure. Hunter’s reading, Lovette and Jarrell are…the way that they are.”
Jim nodded, collecting his files as he pushed his chair back, raising his head to the board in front of him. Maps, strike points, targets, the beginnings of a new era. He took a deep breath.
“You think they’re ready?”
“I think they’re a band of misfits we handed guns and superpowers to, but they can do it.”
“That’s not what I asked Rob.”
“Well what you asked doesn’t have an answer, not when we haven’t even put them in the field. We have to see them flex before we can ever get a sense of what they’re capable of. You know that.” Jim sighed, pulling himself to his feet.
“I’ll start prepping the operations, getting things in order.”
“They’ll be ready, Jim.”
Like a carcass tossed onto a floaty, Lyra drifted across the pool to and fro, flopping along to the cacophony of Lila ranting about the oversaturation of low-quality truffles in today’s market. It was all Lyra could do not to fall asleep to her soothing tangent. Marble, an older overgrown made entirely of...marble, was using his massive size to create a nice little tide pool with his arms. Lots of people avoided him since he was a bit frightening to look at, but Lyra got along well with him after they shared a soda, he ate the can. Her feet dangled against the waves and she practiced her aim with icecubes from the cooler she drug along with her, flinging them at Marble’s forehead for the satisfying *clack*. He didn’t seem to mind, then again she wasn’t even sure if he could feel it, or even see them coming. He just kept the waves going, like a well-oiled machine made of rocks and…other shit.
“Why are you swimming in a hoodie?” Jimmy sat in the doorway to the pool room, looking as exhausted as ever. Lyra shrugged, crossing her legs.
“Why is there an oversaturation of low-quality truffles in the modern day marketplace?” This made Jimmy sigh.
“Touche. Marble, Lauren needs you up top, you’re overdue for your checkup.” Marble, though clearly not excited about this as his eyes squinted at the peak of his emotional output, thundered his way out of the pool, leaving the last of his epic waves as he left. He waved his solemn goodbye to the twins and followed Jimmy out. Lyra pouted as the water began to still and her propulsion promptly ceased.
“Well, my life just got significantly less interesting. Lila darling, I feel as though I’m slipping into madness, please for the love of god stop talking about truffles.”
Dante finished his workout earlier than he’d expected, setting all the weights back in place and making sure the truck was sitting next to the wrecking ball so that Lovette could do her supersets when she came in. He knew he’d done a good job considering the entire room was pretty much in a thick haze, but he never really felt tired much anymore, compliments to his hardworking efficiency system he’d picked up for the small price of a bullet to the chest. The scar was nowhere to be found, so he couldn’t exactly brag to the ladies, but then again the only ladies he could brag to were...interesting. Part of him wondered if he could manage a dating life once this was all over, but the other part of him reminded him that he was a walking super-vape and that was a trend he did not see coming back any time soon. He sighed, maintaining a bit of optimism in that chicks dig superheroes and going on with the rest of his day, making sure to hit the fan before he left.
He steamed his way back to the kitchen, pulling out some dragonfruits he requested special from Guam for the smoothie of a lifetime. If he were to put his favorite things on a list the first would be smoothies and the second would probably be sex. Probably. S’mores are also a strong competitor. While he was blending he scanned for anyone around, waved to Marble as he passed through. Quiet guy, for a living boulder.
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