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02. I'm a soldier and a poet [closed]
CHARACTERS: William Tsang, Brad Colbert, Pietro Maximoff, As Well As Severus Snape and Kate Bishop Hopefully
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: PG-13 probably cursing, low-level HTH combat/violence
SUMMARY: One strike team assembles for Commander Shepard'sill-fated safari into the distant regions of the Tranquility; a recruitment and training montage.
NOTES: Various assumptions were made in the construction of this post. Let me know if I botched it either via IM or Plurk and I will right it out. Also, feel free to split/start into other threads!
Xenobiology/Genetics Department (Snape, Colbert, & Kate if she fancies it)
This is Severus Snape.
[Severus Snape is probably not hoping to see much of anybody on a good day, and on a bad day, he probably has no preferences with regard to William Tsang at all, having conveniently forgotten that the trifling and vulgar young medic exists. Unfortunately, said medic seems to have found his way to the good Professor's place of employment on this day. He has with him a few others, including: one very tall, lean blonde man with a facial expression that would make wind-blasted granite look personable.] Mr. Snape, Sargeant Colbert.
Mr. Snape ought to be our comms bloke so I can go inna field. [This surprising display of assertiveness is probably even more shocking, if you think about the fact he would have hacked a private communication to acquire this information.
William Tsang nonetheless presses on, looking only a little furtive as he glances at the quiet workspace of the department. Possibly wondering if he can actually turn himself back, if Snape transforms him into something unimaginable, or heal if Snape summons an anvil onto his head.] I've got no doubt what he can do is loads better than my half-arsed mucking 'round with basic electronics, eivver. I'm sure Commander Shepard will unnastan' this arrangement if you sign off.
[It's probably difficult to tell which person you is. William thinks better than to smile, linking his hands behind his back, as if standing to attention right now might convince anybody that he'd been staying in line before.]
Rec Rooms, various training facilities (Kate, Brad, Pietro, & Mr. Snape)
[Afterward, they are only one man short.
They get to training anyway. Colbert's expectations come without the ceremony of threats or formal discourse about appropriate military conduct, but they aren't difficult to parse. The Rec Rooms have about everything that they need for basic fitness, and it becomes routine spectacle: William trailing comfortably behind Brad and Kate as they burn down the lanes of the track at a flat run.
Between their other responsibilities, there are hours of hand-to-hand and ranged training where Brad explains about the judicious application of an elbow in realistic combat situations, and Kate kills so much paper with the arrows she can reuse that they run out of range for her to try, and there necessarily follows a conversation about expanding her supply. In the weight training, William tends to sneak in more opportunities to spot so he doesn't have to lift as much. Brad is demonstrating about arterial shots with a rubber knife on a dummy, one day, when the rubber actually breaks through the plastic chassis, and Brad shrugs, because If you're that close to a manticore, you're probably dead, anyway. We're going to practice firing from cover. Who knows how to program the holodeck? William turns himself into a bulletproof shield, once. Brad asks about poop.
Of course, there's reprieve, too. Sleep-deprivation and going without are realistic challenges for any operation, but until then, staying in good condition is part of conditioning.
It's over a fry of canned protein and vegetable, reasonably seasoned, that talk starts of testing communications. The particular lounge they've taken has an ambient green light, a subtropical mural embossed into the glass walls, minimalistically sleek furniture. It's close to the rec room, mostly.] If there was a way we could dip into a deadzone quick, [William points out.] I recently came into a Roomba, actually, but 'is top pace is less'n a mile an hour.
[On cue, there's a tread in the doorway.]
OOC note: I'm so sure that I've gotten some logistics/assumptions wrong that it isn't even funny, especially with regard to transparency about powers, and trying to finagle the chronology of recruitment and job reassignments (e.g., William was originally comms). Please let me know what to fix.
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: PG-13 probably cursing, low-level HTH combat/violence
SUMMARY: One strike team assembles for Commander Shepard's
NOTES: Various assumptions were made in the construction of this post. Let me know if I botched it either via IM or Plurk and I will right it out. Also, feel free to split/start into other threads!
Xenobiology/Genetics Department (Snape, Colbert, & Kate if she fancies it)
This is Severus Snape.
[Severus Snape is probably not hoping to see much of anybody on a good day, and on a bad day, he probably has no preferences with regard to William Tsang at all, having conveniently forgotten that the trifling and vulgar young medic exists. Unfortunately, said medic seems to have found his way to the good Professor's place of employment on this day. He has with him a few others, including: one very tall, lean blonde man with a facial expression that would make wind-blasted granite look personable.] Mr. Snape, Sargeant Colbert.
Mr. Snape ought to be our comms bloke so I can go inna field. [This surprising display of assertiveness is probably even more shocking, if you think about the fact he would have hacked a private communication to acquire this information.
William Tsang nonetheless presses on, looking only a little furtive as he glances at the quiet workspace of the department. Possibly wondering if he can actually turn himself back, if Snape transforms him into something unimaginable, or heal if Snape summons an anvil onto his head.] I've got no doubt what he can do is loads better than my half-arsed mucking 'round with basic electronics, eivver. I'm sure Commander Shepard will unnastan' this arrangement if you sign off.
[It's probably difficult to tell which person you is. William thinks better than to smile, linking his hands behind his back, as if standing to attention right now might convince anybody that he'd been staying in line before.]
Rec Rooms, various training facilities (Kate, Brad, Pietro, & Mr. Snape)
[Afterward, they are only one man short.
They get to training anyway. Colbert's expectations come without the ceremony of threats or formal discourse about appropriate military conduct, but they aren't difficult to parse. The Rec Rooms have about everything that they need for basic fitness, and it becomes routine spectacle: William trailing comfortably behind Brad and Kate as they burn down the lanes of the track at a flat run.
Between their other responsibilities, there are hours of hand-to-hand and ranged training where Brad explains about the judicious application of an elbow in realistic combat situations, and Kate kills so much paper with the arrows she can reuse that they run out of range for her to try, and there necessarily follows a conversation about expanding her supply. In the weight training, William tends to sneak in more opportunities to spot so he doesn't have to lift as much. Brad is demonstrating about arterial shots with a rubber knife on a dummy, one day, when the rubber actually breaks through the plastic chassis, and Brad shrugs, because If you're that close to a manticore, you're probably dead, anyway. We're going to practice firing from cover. Who knows how to program the holodeck? William turns himself into a bulletproof shield, once. Brad asks about poop.
Of course, there's reprieve, too. Sleep-deprivation and going without are realistic challenges for any operation, but until then, staying in good condition is part of conditioning.
It's over a fry of canned protein and vegetable, reasonably seasoned, that talk starts of testing communications. The particular lounge they've taken has an ambient green light, a subtropical mural embossed into the glass walls, minimalistically sleek furniture. It's close to the rec room, mostly.] If there was a way we could dip into a deadzone quick, [William points out.] I recently came into a Roomba, actually, but 'is top pace is less'n a mile an hour.
[On cue, there's a tread in the doorway.]
OOC note: I'm so sure that I've gotten some logistics/assumptions wrong that it isn't even funny, especially with regard to transparency about powers, and trying to finagle the chronology of recruitment and job reassignments (e.g., William was originally comms). Please let me know what to fix.
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I'm working on a modified version of an enchanted mirror, [ he says simply. Severus takes what looks like a slightly beat up tin cigarette case from a pocket, and from inside of it withdraws two palm-sized, rough-edged pieces of broken mirror - courtesy of a bathroom mirror on a deserted floor. Sorry, TQ.
(The cigarette case itself doesn't look big enough to have held them, but that's a conversation for a few minutes from now. )
He hands one piece to Brad, and the other to William - he'd go with Kate, since she seems less of a total dick, but it's clear he needs to prove functionality to the team leader and he thinks Tsang might implode with nervous energy if he doesn't get to poke something. ]
Speak the name of the holder of the opposite piece into the mirror, and it will show them to you. You may talk through it as if it were the video function on those devices.
[ Go on, muggles, give it a try. It'll work. ]
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GUYS GUESS WHAT IT'S A PIECE OF MIRROR. Having verified this, William looks up again. His attention strays toward Severus' cigarette case, that the mirrors had been conjured out of. One magic at a time, William. Stepping a little closer to Kate so that she can crane her head over if she likes, he holds the mirror away from himself, approximately the altitude of his face.]
Sargeant Brad Colbert, [he says, optimistically.]
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before, he would have called bullshit instead of giving it a go. now, he takes three steps away, turning his back to the group and looking at the mirror. ) William Tsang. ( perhaps unsurprisingly, william's face shows in the mirror. brad raises an eyebrow at him. ) Someone looks excited.
( be more of a puppy, william, he dares you.
his words are spoken quietly enough that william and kate should not have been able to make them out due to the distance. )
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For a moment, Brad gets a good view of the small pores in the bridge of William's nose and the blinky blink of his eyes, down to the fine veins in the whites of his eyes, a vague gust of translucent condensation when the metamorph exhales. The next, William pulls the mirror back to a more sensible distance, grinning hugely. He turns to offer the shard to Kate, even as he looks at Snape from over the top of it.] Top fucking sail, man.
'S the connection hold if we switch between speakers?
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[ Severus doesn't seem surprised or even pleased that it's working. He knew it would. #kanyeshrug ]
The ones I'm working on for a finalized version will be on pieces of reflective steel, and not glass. [ For obvious reasons. ] The ship does interfere with magic, but as this is not powered by the ship itself like the communication network is, there may be a chance of it lasting longer.
[ His voice is not particularly hopeful. It really is only a chance, and nothing more. He's perfectly aware of that. ]
At present, the spell is permitting any two parties to use them. I may retool it to have one fixed end, as to streamline the spell and make it more stable. A hard line instead of an unfocused one.
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( brad gives a nod, striding back to the little group, the piece of mirror still in his hand. the only thing it's reflecting and transmitting, in this moment, is the cloth of his jump suit. ) How are you on working with the network, while it's up?
( can you code? or is brad going to have to try and cobble up some sort of encryption for them to use? )
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[ Severus does not bother pointing out that, essentially, it's him or no one. There is not a backup option for any squad; volunteers have been thin on the ground. ]
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( that there are no alternatives does not mean that brad is willing to accept bad choices. there's always the alternative of not going at all, and while brad would hate that option because he's finally been presented with an opportunity for a real recon mission, he isn't going to walk in with a team that can't handle it. )
Welcome to the team, prof.
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[ While not in any danger of bubbling over the 'cool' seems genuine, Kate flashing Snape a bit of a smile before leans in to look as William initially takes the shard. As he passes it to her she looks back to Snape again to check, even as she's already taking hold. Oh hey Brad. She gives a little wave to the Marine in the looking glass but too late, as it turns into a view of his jumpsuit and she passes the device back to its creator. ]
Can you make one for each of us, or are we limited to two?
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I've yet to decide. [ Absent, but honest. ] There's an impracticality to too many small objects that can be misplaced or used as beacons to powers that may sense magic, but obvious problems may arise in the event you are separated from each other.
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[ it's not quite a demand; consider it a very strong suggestion. that way, they will be able to communicate via snape when they split up.
brad has no intention of letting the group split into anything smaller than teams of two, with the possible exception of sending an individual scout ahead, possibly himself.
that means two teams of two with one mirror each, snape with one, and one mirror to pass around whenever necessary. ]